Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

My father was overjoyed when he told me to accompany him on the hunt for a long time.

"Damn, you guys are doing better now. Well, good. Encourage hunting from now on, just like magic."

The tone was magnificent, but the voice was playing.

He's easy to understand.

He was my father who looked as if he had given up my regeneration due to Giselle's crying down and the combo of my junction, but he hadn't broken his heart yet to see how this was going.

For this reason, Giselle is silent about this hunt.

Giselle is now dating her mother's buyout to the settlement square.

If I find out I'm going hunting, I'm sure I'll be raging about wanting to go too.

I discussed the matter with my father and I came up with this opinion, but I eventually settled on the fact that it was okay to give my consent after the fact.

In my last life, I called this a lid on a stinking thing.

Afterwards I'm afraid, but it will become.

My father takes the bow out of the storeroom and pays the dust.

Play the string gently with your fingers, then remove it, attach a new one, then give it to me.

Apparently, the strings were getting old.

Naturally, too.

The last time I had a bow was about a few years ago.

"It's Abel. This bow was made by me the day you were born, thinking you might need it in the future."

How dare you ask me to take the hunting path, and my father told me to push just in case.

If you say so too, I feel a little guilty.

I knew this man was my father in this world.

From now on, let's change our minds and encourage bowing and martial arts as well.

In my last life, I failed all over magic.

This is my second life. Leverage the reflections of previous life.

Besides, I beat up my sister Gisele.

We've never actually beaten each other, but it's status obvious for muscle strength values.

That's just pitiful. My majesty as a brother sucks.

Magic madness is back and from now on, let's live up to it.

I didn't know how many times. I made up my mind.

This hunt will be conducted jointly with the family of my father's acquaintance, the Ardy family.

Gallia Ardy, a muscular, bearded man.

Then the son, Civy Ardy.

Cibi is a small fat man who seems to be weak, twelve years old under one of mine.

From me, they are both face-to-face on several occasions during the ritual.

"Not long ago today, Abel said he'd be out hunting, too. Abel doesn't have a lot of hunting experience, so he might pull his legs pretty hard, but take care of him."

With that said, my father bows his head to Gallia.

When they change and say that, I feel kind of really sorry.

Whatever, I'm muscle strength 4 now.

I've been shooting arrows at Autem for a long time now, but it doesn't strike me at all anymore.

I've been making oatems since I was a kid, so I'm pretty clever confident with my hands, but I'm overwhelmingly short of muscle strength.

Without muscle strength, the flight distance would be bare and you can't even fly an arrow straight.

"We apologize for the inconvenience, but thank you for your guidance"

I'll line up with my father, too, and bow my head to Gallia.

"Haha, if you look at it this way, you're a solid kid! I always thought it would be without more locude because Zele has a head, but you're so much more decent than you were when I was younger!

Gallia says with a laugh, stroking her own cheekbeard.

Then I turn to Cibi.

"... hey, how did you know I was like this"

That's what Cibi says and smacks his tongue small.

I thought he seemed like a weak guy with a pudgy, wild, single eyelid, but you'd tell me.

I want to go around my head with both fists right now. Driven by my thoughts, I can think about where I stand now.

Shivy, he's just a little busy twelve-year-old.

You just have to laugh about this and miss it.

In fact, I'd pretty much pull my legs, and I guess it's not funny as a Civy.

... you shouldn't blow a fight from here poorly because you are expected to lose a lot in muscle strength to that.

If you try to get around your head, you're in danger of being slapped down on the ground.

"Hey, what's up, complaining, you got something?"

Cibi says, but when he meets me, he deflects his face.

Oh, is this a vanity?

They tend to look weak because of their appearance, so maybe they have a habit of going out and strengthening them.

"No, Cibi, too, thank you"

That's what I say, I keep my hands up and ask for a handshake.

Cibi thought he was going to get beat up, and when I got my hands on him, he shook his shoulder tightly and nervously.

When I realized it was a handshake, I turned red on my face, stretched my face hard, and turned to the side a lot.

I gave him a bitter smile, deliberately giving him a look, and then I pulled my hand.

Cibi always eats his teeth when he sees my face.

Mmm, nice face.

Don't lick the difference in reincarnation, boy.

"Here, Cibi! You don't have that attitude!... Damn, I'm sorry, Abel"

Apologize to me as Galia scratches her pompous head.

All right, I won. I won mentally.

This is what I look like and hate to lose.

My father, me, Gallia and Sibi, the four of us, are leaving the settlement and moving on to the woods.

"It's Abel. You know, you don't use magic. This is also for archery and strength building."

I don't have much point in working out bows, but let's not eat down here weirdly.

In front of Gallia, it also leads to crushing my father's face.

Besides, I want to work out my strength.

"Yeah, I know, Dad. So, you see, you left your cane."

"Fine. As I always say, bowing is the pride of our Marlen people."

Speaking of which, the chief said that the Marlens were originally proud to carry out their hunt with sorcery, Father!

Something unusable about witchcraft was using the bow, but it was only in the last few decades that the ratio fluctuated more and more on the skin that the big war ended!

Don't ever tell me I'm proud of bowing in front of the chief! You're gonna piss me off!

Oh, my God. I can't tell you if my mouth is torn.

I'm willing to say a few words, but I can never.