Let's conclude.
I saw it very badly.
Specifically, he was first brought a long sword and a circular shield to kill with the undead of the monster Brad had captured.
It was a dark, dry carcass with no nose, no ears, and a creepy three-day moon-shaped mouth that opened to a full laugh.
My physique was as good as mine, and when I was released, I immediately sprinkled my missing nails and attacked him.
... That scared me already.
You may think that training is different from training.
The fact that they are willing to kill this one is horrible.
What can I say about this horror……
Training restricted by reciprocal offers to prevent accidental deaths, major injuries, etc. from occurring as much as possible feels safe somewhere.
Even if you can't cope with the odd behavior of your opponent's risk readiness, you won't get hurt badly and you won't die.
Conversely, this one is risk-ready, try bold behavior, and if the result fails, it won't hurt you badly and you won't die.
The price for taking risks is light.
In action, all actions come at risk.
If I lose one.
Just let your legs slide.
Sometimes that's all it takes.
Death. Dead end.
Every action can lead to a high degree of risk.
I'm not going to know what to do.
Regardless, I have memories of my previous life, but I know that it is extremely rare, and the next raw, what expectations are not.
Or even if there is such a thing, I can't help but have a sense of aversion to death that springs up physiologically.
Not just fatal injuries.
If he chooses his eyes, he will be invisible, and if his tendon is cut off, his hands and feet will not move.
Crushing the flute can also result in missing fingers.
Is it true that somewhere in my previous life I have heard that when my nose is shredded, my nose drains?
Anyway, with their intent to kill, that kind of possibility can be beaten to the top.
narrower field of view and faster heartbeat. Your breath gets rough, you have a slight tremor in your body, your head turns white...
... and, independently of that, I slaughtered and threw away my opponent with one sword.
Bouncing up with a shield the wiggling nails of the undead that attacked him, he stepped out diagonally and crossed over with a counter-tempered torso giraffe.
Shoulder and arm muscles that tap into the sword in a supple manner with a forged ankle rotation.
I had a definite response.
Confirming at a distance, the dry undead's body was severed and nearly collapsed into dust.
... There is no doubt that he was afraid of the actual battle.
I have no doubt that the brave muscles trained and pulled out from an early age moved spontaneously leaving such cowardly thoughts behind.
The procedure of moving like this when it arrives is already stained as a reflex motion.
I've often referred to combat trained soldiers and fighters as killing machines (Killing Machines) in my previous life, but now I know that's actually true.
A well-trained warrior can kill an adversary with mechanical reflexes.
One day, as Brad said, fear, disgust, everything will be shelved.
"Phew.................."
Maybe it was a pillar of the evil god, a family member of the dimensional god Diarigma, a demon.
Among other things, it should have been a relatively weak one with a lower rank.
It's definitely because it's from Gus's museum class.
... Although I heard that daemons are creatures of different dimensions and that they often disappear when destroyed.
I didn't even know it was going to be undead. Maybe it's a rare case.
I was thinking about it as I looked down at the monster I slashed down, turning it into dust.
Though the monster's undead, he slashed and abandoned his human-shaped opponent, but with wonder, his emotions haven't moved much.
There was no exaltation, no panic, no confusion. Now, even if a similar opponent attacked me again, I would still be slashed and thrown away in the same way.
He looked at Brad, making sure he was completely dusty.
The look on the skeleton remains the same, but the mouth is half-opened and the gaze remains this way, so I know.
"Brad, I won.... What's going on?
"Oh, wow. Right, well done...... uh, making it our first kill, well, that was so-so."
Soon afterwards, he talks like it's nothing, but his voice is a little floating.
Looks happy.
Apparently, Brad, this move is very good.
But I have a problem with it, so I have to praise it as much as I do. [M] This.
"Hmm."
It makes me happy to feel it.
I did what Brad taught me.
I felt so proud.
…… well.
You said you had terrible eyes the first time, but this isn't so terrible, is it?
No, it's terrible from here.
"Oh, come on, don't get on with it. Well, well, well, well..."
"Once again - I can't do it. I'm a genius, right?
I said it as if it had gone away. [M]
Of course it was a joke, I was going to wait for the scratch...
"... genius, huh? Right, maybe he's a genius... you..."
Brad somehow took the joke with a serious voice for a reason,
"…… Ok, let's say you're harder ahead of schedule, genius!
I said something extremely horrible, happily.
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An abandoned city that always looked down from the temple hills.
It was the first time I had ever known that there was a complex underground part of the city that could not be approached because it was dangerous.
Before I went in, they told me that people and the Dwarves used to live in this city.
The Dwarves were a species that excelled in metallurgy, engineering and architecture, were close to the earth, and preferred to live in holes, and built a large underground area in the city.
And now this abandoned underground has become a dangerous place for intelligent, ferocious undead to wander, like Brad has been capturing.
Sometimes those undead come out of the basement, forbidding me from approaching the ruined city.
…… I was there.
The equipment given is clothing, shoes and leather armor. Long swords and daggers, circle shields.
That and a water bag filled with water in the backpack, bread and dried meat.
That's all I used to get out and come back alone, and Brad left me in the back of the basement.
Deep darkness was spreading.
Instead of one step ahead, I can't even see the hand I offered a little before my face.
It's not a thin darkness or anything, it's a true darkness with no light plugged in at all, even a sense of equilibrium driving you crazy.
... As you may have noticed, there are no lights among the first equipment given.
Brad, who already doesn't have biological eyeballs, apparently recognizes his surroundings with another paranormal perception, and I've come this far, held in the dark.
Naturally, I couldn't have remembered the way I came.
Besides, it was left in the nest of the undead without being given the light as it was.
…… too harsh from start conditions.
but panicking doesn't solve it.
The point is, this is an application issue.
Successfully sums up what you've been given so far and you can solve it.
Sense and tune the mana of the darkness around you with a feeling that breathes in and extends your tactile sensations beyond your skin.
Draw out the dagger and carefully inscribe in the shield at hand the word "light (lumen)" which means light in the Word of Creation.
Then, Boo, the shield glowed and the surrounding area was lit up tightly with magical lights about 10 m.
This light doesn't shake like a flame, and it's bright. Close to the brightness of the fluorescent lamp.
It will run out in a few hours or so, but if you resonate the engraved Word with the surrounding mana, it's a convenient thing to glow over again.
If you check the perimeter with that light, it looks like a small room.
There is one entrance, dark beyond which the lights do not reach.
There is a low roaring sound of wind coming out of somewhere.
I don't know how long it will take to get out.
Rest is the problem, I thought.
I can't even stand guard alone.
Resting in this environment is quite nervous.
In a dimly lit room, I imagined resting with my knees in my arms, slightly relieved.
I thought ironically that I had always been alone in my room in my previous life...
Then, for the last ten years, I remembered that the three of us had been together forever.
Brad was always there, Marie was there, Gus was there.
"……………… alone was so lonely and anxious"
Unexpectedly, he was squeaking.
What is being questioned is… maybe overall combat power.
Flesh (physical) that can continue to be countered by a harsh environment of actual battle.
Techniques (techniques) that are flexible for all situations.
And to danger and loneliness, the spirit (mental) that keeps calm.
After all that the three of us have taught you, we will be able to show off even without the three of us.
That's probably what this awful training means.
I'm also thirteen years old and fourteen years old.
The age of majority in this world is fifteen, so the time for independence should be near.
- I wanted to show you the best results, I thought.
That what the three of them have taught us is in proper form.
He said it was worth teaching.
He said he was a proud apprentice.
That's what I want you to be proud of.
... So let's do whatever we can.
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While playing the thorny tail attacked from the shadow of sight with a shield.
"-" Silence (Taquere) "" Mouth (Aus) "!!
He pronounced the Word without precipitation, which strengthens silence.
The jaw of the bone monster in front of him tightens tightly, interrupting the "Word" that was about to be emitted.
I tried not to miss that gap, but to reject it, I was forced to retreat by a short spear that swung like a storm.
…… meets the elaborate, vain orbit of darkness.
The basement hall.
It's a skeletonized daemon right in front of you.
If you're talking about appearance... it's a mixture of people and crocodiles, right?
He's about two meters tall.
A skull that associates dinosaurs.
A line of protrusions, a thick spine worthy of stature.
The tip of the tail, which is strangely long, is attached to the thorn.
In his hand, a short spear with no rust was held.
But to the extent I learned in Gus' class, this guy's name is Vlaskus.
The bite by the jaw also crushes the metal armor, and the tail that strikes from the unexpected is comparable to the assassin's blow.
It seems to be a relatively high-ranking daemon, excellent at handling all kinds of weapons and even manipulating ancient language magic by The Word of Creation.
They say tough scales, rubbery skin, and thick muscles have a knightly defense with armor and are unusually tough.
It must be a bit of luck to be skeletonizing now and losing it all.
Gus said he could line up ten coarse warriors and maybe ten bodies, but maybe that was an exaggeration on the boulder.
... because this guy is a lot duller than Brad.
"Ha!!
Timed and packed all at once.
Shield the rolled out short spear. Geez! And I hear shields and spears rubbing off.
When he jumped into his nostrils, Vlaskus bit him with a jaw that could no longer use magic.
but this was also anticipated and avoided rolling down the posture-
"Hey!
I can't jump, I stick the tip of my long sword around my tailbone.
When I instantly twisted in and destroyed the tail connection, I felt the tip of the tail that was aiming at this one from the blind spot again lose its power and collapse.
As Vlaskus was stunned, it stopped working for a moment.
Tatami.
With a circular shield in place, he dared to hit the body (shield bash) per shield.
Of course, it's usually 160 centimeters. I can't shake it when I hit a giant around two meters.
But now the opponent is a lightweight bone who has lost all his meat, besides losing his long tail and losing his balance.
When he hit his body with every shield with all the force in his body, the impact of the reaction ran all over his body, and the next moment Vlaskus was falling over.
Step on the short spear pattern.
but Vlaskus lets go of the short spear at once. He reached out and bit me as I jumped.
…… as you wish.
I already held the sword pattern with both hands and placed it on the upper stage to intercept it.
"Ohhhhhhh!!!
He slapped down his sword in a full mood and smashed Vlaskus' skull towards my throat.
Bone fragments scatter and Vlaskus giants fall into depression.
- Then came the end of the broken sword in the universe.
From, and the tip of the sword rolled in the corner of the room.
"........................... ah"
Vlaskus becomes dust.
The bearer sword that I have relied on so far is splendidly broken from the middle as a consideration for this mighty enemy.
Come on, it's so bloody catchy.
Not good.
Without a main wepon in this undead roaming underground is extremely bad.
I was upset as to what to do, but I noticed that the short spear Vlaskus had remained intact without turning into dust.
Pick it up and observe, it wasn't daemon-style, it was a dwarf-style spear.
"Hmm..."
I wonder if it's the Dwarves' work in this basement, not Vlaskus' belongings.
Therefore, I wondered why there had been no rust for many years, and when I observed it, the Word of Creation had been inscribed on every part of the spear.
Gus said that once, in the age of the battle of the gods, the gods put various "words" into various tools, creating many divine sword treasures.
The Dwarves partially took over the move and had a secret move to put the Word into the weapon.
This rust-free spear - that is, probably the magic weapon of the people of the earth, Dwarves.
The magic weapon is extremely stubborn, and it also works against physically impenetrable opponents like the gas of a spiritual body.
Some things seem to have intense conferring effects, such as emitting flames or creating shocks.
... I just can't appraise it on this occasion for a bit.
I'm also afraid to wield spears that don't know the effect, but I'm even more afraid of no main weapon.
As Gus sees it later, we'll have to rely on this short spear for this occasion.
There would be no more dangerous effects for the user than Vlaskus would have normally wielded.
When I make that decision, I grasp the spear pattern and try to roll it out or roll it in several times.
…… great and easy to handle.
"All right."
Now we can do something, let's move on.
That's when I made the decision.
…………
Feeling intense killing, I looked back.
Gus was there.
He looked at me all over his body, trying to kill me. [M]