Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"Wow... what a waste of space"

The first to dive through the warm curtains were half-naked bastards with towels wrapped around their hips and soup coins of various sizes, large and small, which I suspect are twenty in number.

Some of the larger objects can also be seen with bridges hanging in the middle of the soup money. It's like a pool in a leisure facility. Too bad we don't have any water sliders.

"There are 27 of them, big and small."

Proudly speaking, Marco.

"There doesn't seem to be a lot of unused water when there's so much"

"There are certainly a few on the edge, but they're not used at all."

That's awesome.

"Come on, let's just wash our bodies and get in."

"Ooh."

They don't have any hanging water in their manners in this world. They wash their bodies properly before taking a bath.

Well, I did the same thing in Japan, so I don't have much of a problem.

"With that said, don't you have to buy soap or something?

Although it is not an exaggeration to say that there is always one in a widely distributed household in modern Japan, it can be a medium luxury product in this different world of Rainburg.

When it comes to staying overnight with one soap, you'll know that it's not something you can reach but use a lot.

"Surprisingly, you're free to use what you've got here."

When Marco took me to the washroom in the bathroom, there was surprisingly soap in every seat.

"Heh, you're fat"

"I owe it to the guy who lives in this city and no one is dirty. They're regular in Slam Street, and they're lords."

What floats behind my brain is the appearance of a lord who fought Sylvia's tongue.

I didn't think you'd like it, but you're a good lord to the inhabitants of this city.

"And I'm so fucked. I didn't think this time of year would be too crowded..."

The washroom was packed with many adults. Potty Potty and his opponent are there, but he won't be able to wash his body.

"It's about washing your body and splitting it up."

"Right. Well, I'll use the back one. Brother."

That said, Marco walked to the back of several lined washrooms.

"Well, what if I just washed myself and took a bath?"

Secure your seat in a way that is sandwiched by two middle-aged old men, twist the faucet and pour hot water into the bath barrel.

When the hot water filled the bucket, I lifted the much heavier bucket and I covered the hot water from my head.

"Oh, whoa... oh, I don't know, it just feels good."

I couldn't afford a proper bath after I came into this world, to the point of washing my body with a towel painted with hot water.

Is that why I feel comfortable in the first bath in a long time?

I just put hot water on it and this is it. I want to soak my shoulders in the bath quickly.

At the time I thought so, my arms suddenly stretched out from the side.

"Wow."

"Oops, sorry to surprise you, Bowes. I'm sorry, can you lend me that soap over there?

A man next door, washing his head with both hands, reached for it. I guess when I saw it, I had less foam on my head and only a small amount of soap.

"Oh, good."

"I'm sorry, can I borrow you for a second?

The old man grabbed the soap with his empty hands as he washed his head with a gash with both hands and foamed it.

...... hmm? How come you have free hands when you're washing your head with both hands?

I wonder, dammit, and steal the old man next door.

Especially besides the fact that Gatai is good -... Oh, wow. I just realized it was a big deal!

"What? What do you keep on my face?

The man who noticed my gaze looks at me with a surprised face. But my gaze was poured into a man's arm.

"O monster spider man!?

"Who's the monster spider man?"

The arm holding the angry fist spreads three pairs from left to right, a total of six twists and turns.

Yes, this man had six arms!

"Huh? No?

"Of course not, Boquete! I'm Zappa from the multi-armed tribe!

That's what Zappa named the man who stood up with his head full of bubbles.

"The multi-armed tribe?

When it comes to the multi-armed "Asura" tribe, as its name suggests, it seems to be a race with many arms... I didn't know you really had more than one arm... I thought it was haunted or monstrous.

"What, boy, are you new to the Asura tribe?

The multi-armed man, wearing the hot water he had stored in the bucket, came to me looking amused as he put his arms together.

"I apologize for the surprise. I was only listening."

"Dahahaha! Let's do it. The Asuras are from ethnic minorities!

Zappa laughs at Guerraggera for what's fun.

The Asuras are a minority of less than a hundred in total.

It is said that immigrants who fall through mountainous areas will never settle in one place.

Few know them Asura because of their small number and unsettling temperament.

Sometimes I just find out the name when I get a subhuman explanation when I'm new to this world too.

But I really have more than one arm...... I wonder which one to move when I move it and don't hesitate.

"Even so, kid, you've been working out a lot."

Zappa, who was laughing at Guerraggera, now looks at Giro and me.

"Uh, well, I'm working out pretty good."

"Fine, hey... hmm"

Zappa to put her arms together and make an idea face. There was something like exploring something in that gaze.

"... hmm? What are you talking about?

Take your gaze off of me a little like Zappa noticed something.

Turn around and follow that gaze.

Pahhhh!!

Suddenly, the burst sounded in the vast bathroom.

Several of the guests, who had both hands in the bathroom, looked around surprised by the bursting sound, but did not know what caused the sound and ended up tilting their necks.... but only me and the Asura Zappa were different.

"... can't you even shake your fist without doing this all the time with an Asura?

Makes me want to tongue punch without feeling sore and aching fists.

"Dahahaha.... I don't know because I wore thick skins and did that. When I say this, I get bored."

Zappa of the Asura tribe rubs his right hand with nimanima and laughter.

As soon as I was caught in Zappa's gaze and showed her back, Zappa's fist was released to the back of my head.

I didn't feel the killing, I probably wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't heard the wind cut.

That's what I played with my back fist.

"The eagle is the Zappa of the Asura tribe. I just won the qualifying round at Gallarier."

Zappa came with an invincible grin.

"Boy, are you leaving too?

Zappa said so with strong certainty. Perhaps you knew I was some kind of fighter and thought I was going to compete in the tournament because I was in this city at this time of year.

It's a good idea to deny it here... if there's anything to fight next, they'll even notice you're wearing a 'Black Enforcer' jacket. If so,

"... Yu Yashiro. He's hiding his face when he fights in the tournament, so it would help if he didn't call me by name."

Only to root to keep the bollocks out within the present.

Zappa grinned niggly as she grabbed back the hand that was put out.

"Yuya Shiloh, right? Looking forward to fighting in the main battle."

Zappa, a warrior with six arms, walked toward the leftovers.

"... Ha, I'm getting heavier"

In Zappa's case, you must have noticed by accident, but at this rate, all the contestants are going to notice. You have to be careful.