Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Hugo! Hugo!

A black pig rushes in.

Sounds like a warcraft named Nigum Boer.

"Fire, Abel!

My father yells like that, but his fingertips tremble and his aim is uncertain.

"Yes, even if they told you to shoot! Even if they say so!

Shoot the pigs coming in, or these barbarians.

It is impossible to decide.

What's the matter? My fingertips get bumped with fear.

In the first place, I don't even feel like hitting it under normal conditions.

If I remove it, I will take the pig's beech with my body.

If you get that in my current body, you're done with a blow.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

If you don't pull some more, you can't hit it with my power.

But when they get close, they lose their normal minds and their fingers tremble. My fingers tremble, so I can't set my aim.

It was the worst grand tour.

I want to go home now.

"Hey, pull more!

If you have time to say that, Mr. Gallia, shoot me.

I can't pull any more.

I don't have the strength.

It's a magic pole wielding body.

"Rah!

Let go of your hand from the arrow with a yakeshit.

The arrows plunder the pig's ears and fly backwards.

"Get up next! Don't bring it."

Damn it, damn it!

I knew I'd never come hunting again!

Take the arrow from the arrow barrel you are carrying and hook it to the string, pointing the arrow tip towards the pig.

I did my best and pulled an arrow.

My muscles hurt like they were paralyzed.

I really want to go home now.

Match the moment the hand brace stops and release the arrow.

The arrow flew straight and stabbed the pig in the nose.

Yay, hit it!

"Fugoo, gugoooooo!

Pigs don't stop at all.

What is it, a monster?

"Wow, wow!

At the same time I showed my back to the pig, my father stepped forward and unleashed an arrow.

An arrow slaughters both eyes of a pig.

"Fuggo!"

The pig pierced that gap that showed, and my father stood before the pig.

I shoved the arrow in my eye with my bare hands.

After cramping his body, the pig fell on the spot with the buckwheat.

... No, I know it was a good move, but if you're going to use your bare hands, use magic.

When do you use it without using magic now?

Is that when you start the fire? At the ritual?

At this rate, chief, you're gonna cry.

"Hmm, looks like it's still early for Abel."

... Sounds early, I guess not.

I hit it, but it didn't stop. Obviously not on a good level to let me deal with him.

My father wasn't trying to get me to take down a pig from the edge.

I must have been thinking about putting moxibustion on me, which I liked scattered.

My father looks good and shakes his head to the left and right.

Patience, patience.

Didn't you just make up your mind to set up your father?

"Heh, wretched guy"

Cibi whispers.

This kid just said it with so much voice that it would only be heard by me.

You, you can hunt that pig?

I can't imagine Civy setting up Nigum Boer.

No, patience. Patience.

I pampered my arm.

My muscles are screaming because of the strings I pulled earlier.

My legs are getting tired.

"Excuse me, can I go home?

"It hasn't been an hour since we went hunting."

"I kept walking for an hour. I really am already at my limit when I think about my way home. If you walk any further, it will hinder your growth."

"Tell me something I don't know. Let's move on."

"My father will tell Gisele about this hunt's ex-post consent."

"No, don't. Really, don't."

Seeing me and my father interact, Civy laughs with her nose.

"You're older than me, aren't you? I'm still fine. If you're going home, go home alone, miscellaneous fish"

While I responded with a loving laugh, I swore to my heart to avenge this guy in the form of tail pulling as much as possible to the extent that one day my position wouldn't be worse.

"Hey, Civy, don't let me smell like a kid and scratch your shame on me. Look at that grown-up attitude of Brother Abel."

"Hey, what the hell, Father, just now!

Shake your head left or right as Gallia shuddered.

That's good, say more.

"But your brother can't do it any more, but you should get more strength."

Yeah... me, I've almost been a drawer.

If they make it hard from day one to here, they'll worry about what they'll do from tomorrow.

Even though I say that this one has halved morale with Civy's hostility and my father's Doya face.

After a while I went through the woods again, I heard the shaking sound of leaves from above my head.

"Mm, Simpalot? He's quite lukewarm and belligerent, but he's fat and tasty."

Look up, there's a yellow bird in the high branches.

He was a fluffy bird for a long time. I'm sorry to say, but it looks a little like Cibi.

That's why the branches snap and the leaves make noise.

It is black only near the eyes and the red line pattern is in the body by the way.

It was called a slightly curved mouth, a flashy appearance, and the impression of a fat parrot.

Is such a bird really belligerent?

Cibi raises his hand.

"Oh, me! I'll do it!

"Well, try it"

Sibi gets permission from Gallia to put a bow over her head and then look at me like I'm proud to win.

Look at Simpalot, not me.

You won't even get away with it.

Cibi holds a bow to the top and releases an arrow to Simpalot.

The arrow plundered the feathers and stabbed the tree.

I took it off.

I float a gutsy pose inside.

Simpalot twists his neck wide, then looks in the direction of the arrow's flying, discovering Cibi.

"Fuck, fuck! Because I've never aimed at you at an angle like this! I can get used to it!

Cibi sets up an arrow again and turns to Simpalot.

"Shia!"

Simpalot kicked the branch and descended directly below.

That immediate, obviously, is aimed at Civy.

Fast on the back of the figure. And it's belligerent.

I didn't know there was a bird that was targeted by an arrow and coming at me without running away.

"Oh, my God! Holy shit!"

Cibi fires two or three shots.

Simpalot paperweighs it and packs the distance.

The fourth shot, which shot through the expected orbit, had been dealt with by kicking and re-accelerating the tree branches.

That bird, it's strong.

Good, do more, Simpalot.

"Wow! Whoa, whoa!

The fifth and sixth shots fly in the wrong direction.

I can't do Cibi anymore. It's completely collapsed.

"Simpalot is too tight to take the first off. Remember that. I've been hurt in the arm, too."

Gallia takes out the knife as she says, tackles the rattling and trembling Civy and gets away with it, confronting Simpalot.

"But...... this guy is a pretty quick one among the sim palots. If you can get here, it's easy to hit the knife's. If you make a mistake, they'll decide the meat, so be careful if you're imitating it!

As it is, Simpalot, who rewarded Civy with one arrow, will be made dinner tonight.

I keep my hands up and turn to Simpalot.

"প ্ র ে ত (O light) আ ঁ ক া (draw)"

I float a magic formation in the universe, pointing my finger at Simpalot.

"ুম (Sleep)"

Simpalot, who glowed softly and opened his big mouth and approached Gallia, rapidly lost momentum.

"Right here. Ah!...... ahh?

Because of this, Gallia swung abundantly empty, poking a knife at a tree that was nearby.

I walk over to Gallia and pick up Simpalot, who fell to the ground.

Simpalot opens his mouth sloppily and is asleep. Sorcery seems to be working well for me.

"Oh, you... did you remember that magic?"

"The chief says the mental interference system is the quickest sorcery for an intolerant opponent of magic."

My father thought it was something he could use as much as this, but maybe he can't use it to see this reaction.

It is also said that the mental interference system is a magic that is somewhat difficult to control and easy to master depending on the proper person.

It is more of a magic trick about a few steps up than manipulating a fire or moving an oatem.

Gallia puts her foot on the trunk of the tree and pulls out the knife.

Then he scratched his head and was smiling bitterly.

"I'm glad you supported me... but isn't the timing a little mean? Even so, I didn't expect to be able to accurately hit the sleeping magic on someone who moves at such a high speed in such a moment... Hey, Zele, I thought you didn't want Abel to bow?

"And yet, witchcraft is a precarious thing that depends greatly on your mental state! Don't just let me rely on that!

It's magic training to stabilize it, Father.

And even a bow depends on your emotions. Cibi now is a good example.

"Besides, the magic of earlier, there will be no such range"

As long as you have a decent wand, the flight distance and accuracy is much higher than the bow.

"Above all, bowing is the pride of the Marlens. It's unsuitable and it's not something you can let go of!

Don't ever say that in front of the chief.

Things around here would be more due to emotions and values than logic anymore.

Parental values are not corrected by the child.

My father is not convinced that pointing it out poorly just makes me laugh.

It just clears my mind a little bit. That's important too, but only to keep quiet.

"In the first place, this hunt is for Abel to gain strength."

That's most appropriate.

I have no objection.

My father turns to me and pokes his index finger at me.

"Damn, I would have told you not to use magic! Look, neither Gallia nor Cibi are accompanying you in your magic training!

At first he was my father, who was flabbergasted to see my magic, but his tongue turned, and his voice grew louder step by step.

My father feels most alive these days when he's scolding me.

I knew I'd blow this into Gisele next time and have her heart broken once.

"Excuse me. I really like this sim palot, so I'd love to keep it. So it's something I didn't want to kill... May I keep it?

"So to get my knife off, you aimed and slowed it down?

Gallia opens her eyes and says so looking at her knife.

I've been digging oatems for three days and three nights. I'm going to double my concentration.

It is not reflected in bowing because of its poor muscle strength, but if it is a magic that relies on the spirit rather than the flesh, it can exert its preponderant concentration intact.

No, it's a coincidence.

"No, coincidence, just now..."

I take my eyes off Gallia and turn to my father.

"So, can't you?

"But Simpalot's meat... um, well, I don't mind... you take care of it."

My father seemed to have something to say about Simpalot wanting to eat, but for now, he gave me permission.

I really wanted to keep this shim pallet.

The movement looks good, and I feel the magic, albeit faint.

More than a pet, it could be used for something.

It was time to make a practical chimera, not just rats with lots of necks or flying chickens.