I woke up in the dark.
I can see the ceiling of the room on the slab.
It was a dream I miss a lot.
"Oh......"
Somehow.
I think I know why I helped those Dwarves back then.
... It was sad.
Proudly straight eyes on a decently stretched back, braided mustache, and a pimply axe.
It's not because they betrayed my imagination like that.
Brad. That Brad admitted to being a warrior.
Dirty, drooling, thin hands and feet, anxiety with all eyes and vigilance.
He looks at me in disgrace. [M]
Such a sight was unhelpfully sad.
You guys don't.
It's not.
The truth is, you guys are so awesome.
You guys, more, more...
... I'm sure that's what I wanted to say.
Of course, that's just pushing the ideals in me on their own.
But still.
Even though I knew that, I couldn't help but do so.
I wanted them to regain their pride.
I wanted you to stop looking at me like that.
I wanted you to put your chest up.
…………
So, then.
I must have been so happy to receive the silver coin.
That's the thing.
That's what happened.
I don't know how my mind moves.
Slowly drain out of bed.
It's a bed of straw bundles and white sheets.
Unlike sleeping in a pile of straw, you don't have to have straw stuck to your body.
Keep quiet and open the door, go out into the hallway and boil down to the garden well.
The mansion is now on the hill.
It's solid in the remains and it's a big one.
I don't want to live in a big house, but if I don't live in a big house, everyone will shy away, and I need to do that because I have a lot of visitors and lodging.
As a result, a servant was to be hired.
It's a maid.
I remember fiction from my previous life, so I was a little tempted by the sound of hiring a maid...
"…… Ah, good morning."
"Oh. Good morning, boy."
"Buha, you're a terrible sleeper! It's time for you to get to your head!
It was the neighbors, Oba, who responded to the call.
Reality is such a thing.
Of course, that would be very dependable because it would be great for cleaning and cooking and washing.
Thanks to this, I was able to spare time and resume my workouts.
Once upon a time, Gus said that time, to some extent, could be bought with money, but that's exactly what it is.
Use a fishing bottle to pump water out of the well.
While pulling up, I wondered if it would be useful to have a hand pump or something like that.
Although I do remember that it is a mechanism to prepare one-way valves and use pressure to suck them up...
But I don't even know the detailed drawings. And in this era, I can't use metal so lubricately.
In other words, I washed my face and washed my mouth and concluded that there was little point in reproducing it because it was not reproducible and would not go over it.
"Okay."
In addition to finishing, apply water to your hair to rehabilitate your sleep.
…… will not fix.
"That."
Turn on some more water and be polite.
"……… OK!
My hair jumped.
"Ugh, ugly............!
also, this time carefully reorganize the hands.
".................. now is the time!!
Bounced again.
Very persistent.
Fix it. Jump. Fix it. Jump......
"…………………… OK"
…… bounced.
"Whew!
I punched a bucket of water in my head. [M]
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"… So you've been soaking wet on your head."
Mansion garden.
He is holding my head down, laughing that Menel is stupid. [M]
"Gu, uhh...!
Gu, turn your neck to resist it.
A neck workout.
The muscle strength of the neck is plain important.
It is the muscle strength of the neck that protects the head when it is punched in the head, or when it is cut and falls like a foot.
Weak here can be very serious.
"Look, nine times...... ten times!
"Gu, gu………………………."
Resist and push your neck against the power of suppression.
The breath exhales slowly.
I read about it in something in my previous life, but when I can put my strength into it, when I train my muscles while holding my breath, it seems that my blood pressure is very high and not good.
"Okay, take turns."
"Ha..."
Extended in such a manner, layering basic muscle strength and flexible exercise.
Arms. Foot. Abdomen. Back. Although the focus varies from day to day, we work out the parts we use in battle without difficulty.
A supple and strong body is the cornerstone of everything, and if you don't keep working out and eating enough, this will be lost.
When I was with Brad, I've been doing it since I was a certain age, and it's something that was interrupted by my journey and my daily life.
If we hadn't been able to resume this, we wouldn't have been able to push Kernunnos against the boulder.
... I think Brad used to be able to maintain all that muscle strength on his journey.
Was there a trick or something, I should have asked.
"All right, then you're gonna have to pretend."
"Yeah."
I work out the basics of my body, I do bareback, and then depending on the mould and mock warfare and the day.
It is not the sword that wants to take it out.
It's a long, thick wooden catamari that weighs twice or three times as much.
"Okay, whoa."
Shake it first to try.
There was a good sound in the air.
Brad said it's the foundation of a warrior's foundation not to be swayed by a workout that weighs heavier than a weapon. I have nothing against that either. [M]
"As always, it is a monstrous force, not by appearance……………………"
Menel tells me like I'm stunned.
Hit the Elf's blood. He has a slender body line, great flash and agility, but he has a lot of power.
"I didn't want it to look like it, I wanted it to look like it...!
No, of course, my body feels like I'm working out a lot, too.
I do, but for some reason, I'm as great as Brad! Musculoskeletal! Sad it's not like that.
Hi this world, I suspect the muscle mass and muscle strength are not completely proportional.
I'd like to feel tougher, but I'm not sorry I can't "be" including this personality.
"I'm familiar with you, and you can keep it that way, right?
"People admire things they don't have."
Know what's enough.
When we spoke to each other like that, we began to flirt.
Repeat the menus with my thinner bare bars and the shakes and cuts as we count each other.
Foot judgment, body judgment, arm judgment, sword judgment.
Carefully interlocking each and every one to convey the movement starting from the foot to the tip of the sword.
Confirm the present of your movements and sharpen them for the future.
…………
And I felt my gaze.
Morning workouts can come mixed up with Mr. Leistoff and other adventurers, as well as some neighborhood kids.
But I kind of didn't feel that way.
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Uh, and I looked at the source of my gaze and I was there.
Across the small home garden, someone is peeking this way from the shadow of the hedge.
I don't recognize him, he has red hair.
"Menel, stay put for a second"
I kept going and I walked out that way.
I don't mind as much as a peek, but if you're trying to steal it, you could be mistaken for a thief.
This world is rough for what it is, so when it hedges, there can be bloodshed.
I just need you to give me a shout and go into the garden and look at me with dignity.
Nothing. Neither I nor Menel cares about that much.
"Good morning."
When I called out to tell her that, someone across the hedge shrugged herself.
I'm gonna look up to you and me. That was… a man with red hair knitted, cat-backed dwarves.
It's hard to tell how old they are, but because they have short mustaches, they're probably still young dwarves.
"It's a good morning."
"Uh, uh, hello………………."
He's a tall man for a dwarf, though I noticed him face to face when I stood up in a hurry. The skeleton is also thick.
However, it was cat-backed, seemed to be loose, and there was no sense of intimidation at all.
"Why don't you look inside, not like that, if you don't mind?
Deciding that he is apparently a drawn-in person, he speaks that way in as calm and gentle a manner as possible.
"Eh..."
His gaze tends to calm down.
"Hey Will, what's the mess?
By the way, you thought it was too late, you interrupt your bareback and Menel comes.
"Mmm, what the hell, you, look at that face."
"Hih."
Biku, and Mr. Dwarf's shoulders jump at the appearance of a new person.
"What the hell, take it and don't eat it. Are you interested? If you want to see it, look at it."
"Yes, no............!
Menel speaks out for intimacy, but he shouldn't. In this case, this kind of voice to these people...
"Wow, I'm fine! Sorry to interrupt your workout, excuse me!
He's in a rushed motion all the time, but when he bows his head to the feeling of being so polite, he leaves to tumble.
Oh, I thought so, but there's a hedge in between, and it's not like I'm forced to call it off.
"Mmmm..."
I quickly left and dropped off my back, then turned a slightly resentful gaze at Menel.
Somehow, with all due respect, it feels like the cat that I'm trying to connect with has escaped...
"No, evil no"
Did Menel also guess, raise one hand and gesture to show a mild apology.
"It was so counterproductive to the guy with that hand..."
"That's true, already"
"So you were interested in training or you..."
There are generally two reasons why someone comes to peek.
"Isn't it better to train? Dwarves are warrior species."
"No, then warriors aren't galas. Weren't you interested in the rumored Saint Knight?
Speaking to each other like that, with a little spare time, I go back to bareback.
Somehow, I felt like I could get along with him.
- Will you come back to see the workout? Such thoughts slowly dissolved in his chest and disappeared as he concentrated on his bare hands.