Reborn Brave's casual journey - The legendary bravest seems to be even stronger in his second life

I thought I finally got some good information.

"Oh, but I can't remember... I'm sure you've heard of it. I wonder where it was......?

Thank you. I think I have a vague memory.

"I'm sorry."

"No."

I really couldn't get it to remind me, and in the end, I couldn't get any information.

Return to Silje.

"I'll be careful too, I'll let you know if I find anything"

"Yeah, that'll help."

Leaving aside the search for Zeta for the first time, Lion decided to take the request.

"Mr. Lion, you've come to C-rank, haven't you? Then I guess I'll be able to join this."

That being said, what Silje has presented was the following request:

[Oak Hunting Request Rank B in Oak Forest]

It's our annual oak hunt. Mass breeding oaks during this period strike surrounding villages to compensate for scarce food. The aim is to reduce such damage by reducing the number of oaks.

Duration: Two days.

Conditions for participation: Must be at least a party where you can hunt for regular species of oak. Alliance Rank C or higher.

Compensation: depending on the outcome.

"As it says, adventurers go into the woods to hunt for oak at this time of year. The oak is worth a lot as meat, and the rewards are delicious. So much so that a top-notch adventurer comes all the way from another country for this time."

"" Jiuru ""

The twins were sipping their saliva as they listened to Silhe.

Oak meat is often used by Lion to cook during the camp, and they love it.

"Especially this year because the S-Rank Adventurer party will be there, Lion, so you have a chance to see them up close too!

Silje says somewhere excited.

"... it's a rumor that you're super handsome... and I'm looking forward to seeing who you are... so nice to be close to you..."

"Sirue, sister?

"Hey, it's nothing, yeah. Lyon, in five more years, you're sure to be S-ranked. By the way, do you like older sisters?

"… please register to join"

The oak forest was about a few kilometers west of the Wang capital.

Not that big of a forest, about half the size of the king's capital at best.

Sometimes the area was a small hill, and from a distance it was shaped like a flat plate.

Demand for oak meat is sometimes high, and hunting in the woods is usually prohibited, except for those who have obtained special permission from the state.

Only individuals who have come out of the woods and become harmful to the surrounding villages can the average adventurer hunt for orcs.

But not during the breeding season of the oak.

Only adventurers with the power to fight orcs were allowed to hunt orcs in the woods these past two days.

Today is that first day.

A large crowd of adventurers were gathered in a square near the woods.

There are still more than a hundred people who say there is a condition of rank C or higher.

It would be this number because it is Wang Du.

Some of them, of course, had the toddler and slime of the beast man. Lion's appearance.

I am waiting for the moment of lifting the ban without worrying as I am poured out an astonishing gaze.

"Hey, this year I'm gonna hunt the orcs all by myself."

"Because you can't do it with your strength. As always, solo to solo party with each other."

"What?

"There, don't fight!

If all these rough adventurers get together, there's no way they're making a big deal out of it.

Adventurers had troubles with each other everywhere, and Alliance officials were in arbitration.

And at that time, a great deal of twitching occurred.

When Lion turned his gaze to see what it might be, there was a group of other adventurers gathering their gaze.

"Well, this beautiful look of mine still seems to get noticed everywhere I go"

For a man, a young man who vomits those words while healing his long blonde hair with familiar hands.

It's probably a special order, wearing a bunch of gorgeous, well-designed gear and clearly floating compared to the martial artists around.

The members he was taking were also prominent.

Of all the men's parties, three are female adventurers, with the exception of young people.

Besides, they are all beauties of the guild's receptionist face loss, and the eyes of the adventurers are nailed.

"What the hell is that disgusting bastard..."

"Hey, stop it. That's him. That's Rank S-Adventurer Lancelot."

"Are you serious?"

"You take all the beauties on the strong... I envy you..."

To pick up the surrounding hiccups, apparently that young man is the S-rank adventurer Silje was talking about.

In other words, in today's world, it has top-notch strength and track record, and is something everyone admires and dreads.

At first, the adventurers who were irritated by the words and actions of the youth also seemed to understand themselves as "people of a world different from their own," turning into envious eyes.

"Hmm? Are they part of the orc hunt?

Such a young man also turned a blind eye to a certain group.

Ten years old or two boys with slimes on their heads there and even younger beasts than that.

Yes, the Lions.

"Hehe, you can't, you guys. This isn't the place for you guys to come. Hurry back to the village."

You thought the kids in the neighboring village got lost, and the youth call out to you.

Lion showed his guild card.

Because I thought it would be quicker than telling it in words.

"Huh? Are you a C-rank adventurer at that age? Wow! You're like me back in the day!

The youth talked out loud, big enough to make him listen around.

"When I was about you, too, no, I may have been a little bit smaller, but I knocked out my first oak at a similar time! And with more confidence, I ran up the ranks of adventurers from there! That's who I am now! If you work hard, you might be like me any day! Good luck with that!

And he leaves satisfied.

With that back dropped off, Lion thought you were a narcissist for a long time.

(With that said, I thought you said there was an S-rank adventurer? I wonder where he is?

Lyon didn't realize that he was the S-rank.