Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"I don't know what to say."

That was the word Garb said sighing at my words.

Garb continues.

"Lent, you are our apprentice. As much as the disciple carries, what can we do if we, the master, cannot bear it? Hey, Capitan?

Kapitan, who was told the story, seemed to feel the same way about Garb,

"Not at all. Mostly, I don't know what kind of secrets you have... but it's about you. I did something bad, rather than get caught up in something, or something like that. I would recommend turning myself in if you were talking about a major crime committed against a boulder... no right?

The last one was almost a joke tone.

It was nothing more than a sign of intent that he believed me after understanding that I would not do such a thing.

It is such a time.

You can't say that's never going to happen, but you still think I'm not going to make the last choice.

That was a thankful story.

Lorraine thought so, too, pounding my shoulder, slapping me,

"You've been blessed with a good master. It's very different from my teacher..."

And, I uttered a meaningful dialogue, but let's not go in there.

Anyway, that's Lorraine's master to remember.

You were the one who was thrown the short wand Wand when you made the short wand Wand, right?

Pathetic...

Given that, I am blessed with a master.

Although I have been told that Garb was poisoned, and that he could survive being thrown out by a wild mountain where there is no one in Capitan.

... you're blessed, right?

Well, I guess I'm blessed because Garb says he went with great care to never die and never leave any sequelae, and even to Capitan, he just didn't seem to notice me at the time, and he watched me all night.

I answer the Capitan.

"Of course, I'm not guilty. However, it may be considered a sin..."

When they say that being a vampire is a sin in itself.

Well, I'd be a sinner.

From Niv, it's a ghost, an instant slaughter.

He'll dive this way with more momentum than a kitten who found a plain of marshy snow.

I definitely want to give you a break.

Not cute first.

It looks neat... but there's something about the glow of my eyes.

Too messy as a carnivore.

Cats may also be carnivores, but they have different levels of cuteness.

... I'm going to be pissed off, so let's keep it around here.

"Can it be considered a sin? What the hell is that..."

Capitan leans his neck against my words.

The same goes for Garb.

But as he blushes, Garb dwells in the back of his eyes a glow he is understanding.

No way can you tell with all this information?

I don't think that old lady sucks too much... but as soon as I thought about it, I was stunned.

That guy's too sharp.

Please be a little duller. Can't you?

Unlike a twisted capitan, Garb says, I see.

"Capitan, I kind of figured it out. But that's also a hard story to believe...... if that's the case, Lent. You... have been struggling quite a bit. Yet it's your hard work, or thanks to the people around you... great luck."

... You can't. They know.

"Grandma of Garb, don't say it in the way you understand. I have no idea... why I already know."

Capitan shrugs his shoulders, complaining about Garb.

The galb then:

"Well, isn't that the year's work?

"You..."

He is a Capitan with an even more pointy mouth to the gaurd of joking tones.

The best hunter in the village was also proof that he was like a child in front of this grandmother.

That said, it doesn't look like Garb went with the intention of falling apart, either.

After a little thought,

"... well, nothing you would honestly accept... you would be easier to understand with your body than with reason. Capitan, you, you should try to fight Lent. That's how I feel. How Lent has changed."

"What... are you talking about? Lent has changed... I know he says he's stronger..."

"I don't think so. Hey, Lent. You're fundamentally different (...) than before, aren't you?

That's what Garb tells me.

... Sure, that's right.

The foundation of how to fight was worn by the bronze adventurers themselves, but more could be done to become this body.

For example, I can wave my sword without worrying about my shoulder joint.

I mean, you can keep spinning your shoulders all the way around the same radius.

You say the range of motion has reached 360 degrees.

Neck, too, and legs.

It's already like a monster compared to when the joints that are roughly called joints were human.

It's just a monster, so naturally, it's the same.

I just rarely fight like that.

Anyway, all the martial arts you wear are for human use.

It is based on the range of motion of human joints, and acting out of it is already close to creating new martial arts.

I didn't know I could get that far...

I'd do it if I was in some kind of crisis.

I also practice occasionally.

Should I show you something like that?

Disgusting, I don't like it if they say so.

'Cause I look in the mirror, too, and it's still kind of disgusting.

No more shoulder stiffness, whether it is a by-product or not.

"Certainly not, but you don't know if you can pull that out on Capitan. Even with Tarask, I didn't do that much."

At best, enough to show that your body is considerably tougher than before?

Don't even let them see you heal as soon as you can.

More than that, it depends on the power of the Capitans... it's not that I really can't take my meaning or anything.

Somehow, I've already promised to play the game, and I'm just stirring it up to see if it's just right.

Capitans are closer to brains than I am.

Garb also has a verse that he knows and says it.

I try my best to be somewhat intelligent in front of my disciples and my men, but I have limitations.

The capitol rode my words.

"... fine. If that's what you're saying, why don't we fight? If you're gonna cry and apologize, you're in now, right?