Sevens

One of the rooms in the guild's facility was for training.

In that room surrounded by beautiful stone walls, the air was a little heavy. A small window was fitted, but I guess it's not ventilated enough.

When he was brought a wooden sword in the shape of a sabel, a young man's crate with his hair all-back stood between me and his opponent, Airhardt.

All around us are my people and Airhardt's people with the Great Sword.

And you cared. The other adventurers were getting together with Zorozolo.

So are the adventurers back in the morning, but the adventurers who just came to the guild are looking at us and nibbling.

When I cleared my ears, I heard them talking.

"Do you want to bet which one wins?

"But it's a duel I hear so well, but rarely."

"It's good to be young. With no guns."

"So, what's the reason for the duel?

"Whatever one looks at, Harlem, right? That's why."

"I envy you for watching, but you wouldn't actually be"

"You're young, but that's funny, okay?"

"I bet the blue-haired one!

"My brother with green hair seems to have skills."

... sounded like fun.

Tough on newcomers, senior adventurers like you get tangled up when you go sign up for the guild - there was no such thing.

But the same generation of adventurers are selling me fights.

(How did this happen? I did take Nowem and the others, but I should have been able to avoid them...)

If you look behind you, Clara was sparkling her eyes. The same goes for Eva, but I wonder why they have notes.

And in this place, which stinks of sweat, Shannon is holding a water bottle and drinking a drink with a disgusting face.

Nowem was magically preparing to ventilate, and Aria and Miranda were waving at me for turning around.

Monica was waving her hands with both arms and rocking the twin tails.

When I looked in the front, my fellow airhardts standing on the other side were staring at me.

Looking sideways, he talks to an official in a guild uniform whose crate came out of the circle of adventurers.

"... I understand how the game went. That's a fight between young adventurers. But I don't really want you to do these things."

A red-eyed guild clerk with dark hair and sharp eyes looked at me alternately with Airhardt.

And -.

"I learned how this one went. You promise you won't play the game and then you won't be dissatisfied with the outcome. And it's forbidden to bet on something just because you decide to win or lose."

The officials who see the adventurers around them.

"Finally, don't bet too much fever"

Veteran adventurers laugh and tell her.

"[Tanya], miss me from how much you play"

Apparently, the female employee who is frightened of us says [Tanya].

Mr. Crate slaps his chest with his right hand.

"Don't worry. I'll be there! Both sides, be convinced of the outcome of the match!

Airhardt laughs and sets up a wooden sword that mimics the Great Sword.

It's an unreasonable game from me, but stopping here doesn't convince my surroundings. Besides, they do have skills.

(You certainly don't have a lot of experience in the fight against skill development)

Tanya was about to signal as the crate lowered slightly as she mixed in the circle of adventurers. He's looking at me, so I guess he'll make a declaration when he's ready.

When I set up a wooden sword with a sabel, the crate.

"Introduction!"

When the shouts echoed into the room, they cheered like fun.

"That's not what I imagined Baym's guild to be."

When you spill stupidity, your opponent wields his sword up and swings it down against me.

(Are you learning the sword?

Seeing Airhardt using the Great Sword, he was apparently learning somewhere. He's named his last name, so maybe he's the son of a nobleman.

Or were you just in the environment of remembering the sword...

The tip of the wooden sword hits the opponent's arm as he halves his body and rolls out a poke.

But the feeling was hard.

Besides, I did my best, but my opponent's arm hasn't turned red.

There's a sixth generation from inside the treasure ball that looks like fun.

"The physical strengthening system has both avant-garde and support systems... but do you express and use your skills even though you are young? Is there any reason why you're just so prestigious?"

I felt wind pressure as I lowered back and avoided the attack of Airhardt, who had swung the sword out to the side. You seem to have a certain skill, but you're not moving that fast in itself.

Using skills but was not a threat.

"Don't run around! Eat, you bastard!

The sword that swung down diagonally, this time jumping straight up. When I took the slashed attack back with a wooden sword, my opponent kicked me straight in.

Jumping back, he got closer to the audience.

"Is this what this is? Adventurers don't do much either. I've only used the first one."

The third generation rejoices.

'Give me information from myself... what a good boy! The second stage, and can you use it until the final stage? Let's hear it, Lyell.'

I felt like I was making a fool of myself rather than really enjoying myself.

I'm scared, too.

"You have a second stage, that does scare you. But if that's the end of it, I can do anything."

A musty airhardt comes bragging with a great sword.

"Who said the second? I can use it till the third."

"Thank you very much!

Pack the distance and go straight into the midst of the Great Sword. Airhardt pokes his fist out, but grabs his arm and twists it as it is and turns back.

From the surroundings.

"What? That's it?

"Because I'll show you some room and untie you! One of my silver coins!

"Huh, looks like we could use some good booze today"

The surrounding area changes the atmosphere of Airhardt, who twisted his arms and pressed him to the ground as his voice rose at the dismal end.

"You're a fool!

My arm muscles swelled up and I instantly let Airhardt go because I had the illusion that my magic would erupt as it was.

Physical strengthening.

I thought it was Aria and her phylogenetic skills, but apparently she's right. When I said a wooden sword, it took the form of a great sword. That's heavy. But he took it with one hand and shook it down on me.

Is it the second or final stage?

The fourth generation.

"If you take it, you'll break it. It's better to avoid it like this, but simple skills are simple as well... but simply strong, that's a pain in the ass. '

First generation skills - support system skills are also simple but effective. Whereas skills simply strengthen the flesh, the first generation of skills is the type that improves the ability itself.

I was worried if I should use it, but I didn't use my first generation of skills.

"Wow!

Waving the great sword, running toward the airhardt chasing me, I jump straight into my nostalgia and slip through under the airhardt crotch that was opening my big crotch.

Airhardt, who slapped a wooden sword on the ground, crushed the wooden sword as it was.

"You're running away! Hey, lend me my [grams]!

Airhardt, who threw a broken wooden sword, said to drop a sword with a big name over his companion.

One of Airhardt's buddies flies a stone in the air where he threw the great sword, and the great sword falls where the adventurers are.

To the adventurer I picked up, my fellow Airhardt told me to return my sword.

"Come on, we won't be able to retreat from each other if we use this one. You guys, look at the ladies in front of you."

When I looked at Chirali and his people too, I immediately looked back.

Miranda is dropping a stone from her palm and pulling her hips dagger straight out. And Aria and the others were staring.

(... This, I'm not afraid. Scared)

Airhardt and his companions had a blue look when they saw Nowem and the others. I don't even want to know what you've been up to.

But unlike you imagined, Airhardt seems puzzled.

"Fuck, fuck! Then keep fisting!

To Airhardt, who punches me with his fist, I roll out a poke with a sabel. Now aim for the joint part and shoot it in accurately.

If you have skills, slap me with a sabel and slap me around saying there's nothing wrong with some pain......

"Him, you must be cowardly! Fight with your fists if you're a man!

"Which one of you tried to use it seriously!

Speaking of wooden swords, I couldn't get into time. When I said it back because Airhardt screamed, my surroundings were engulfed with laughter.

"You're a big rookie!

"Boomerang!"

"Well, how far can you stand, that shameless"

Airhardt withstands my attacks with physical enhancement of his skills. I'm ready to storm the pain, but I could easily avoid it and slap the wooden sword because I knew the movement was round.

Avoid the air hardts that storm you, beat you with a wooden sword as you go, poke you, and sometimes put your foot on to make you fall.

The worn out airhardt still stands up to me.

I heard a frightened fifth generation voice.

'I understand you're tough, but that's it. Lyell, aim for the chin'

I was told, and when I confronted Airhardt directly in front of me, my opponent spread his arms to get me.

Running straight into the airhardt, he kicks the ground and hits his knee against the airhardt's chin.

Sometimes it was decided beautifully, and Airhardt let his eyes go black and white and his feet fluttered and fell in.

I desperately try to stand, but I couldn't move properly if my body wouldn't listen. The muscles that were swelling back in, and Airhardt lets go of consciousness as they were.

Mr. Crate looks at the sole and declares.

"Winner Lyell! Now we're finishing the game!

It was Airhardt's people who came running. Did you get the sword back, one of my people has it?

The Great Sword, which was called Gram, looks like a normal Great Sword, not a magic tool. Only the name sees the splendid Great Sword, then the Airhardt.

"Wield the Great Sword with physical strengthening. So troublesome."

I also understood that I felt strongly about it. Because you were simply strong.

If I had been more experienced and used my skills, I might have struggled.

Mr. Crate's approaching, so I'll talk to him.

"Now, because you're a winner, Lyell, this is over for you, too. By saying we're going to run it down the water this time."

They say with a good smile, but if Mr. Crate hadn't gotten in between in the first place, I wouldn't even have played a game with the other guy.

As I draw my face, Nowem and the others come closer.

"Master Lyell, you're brilliant."

"Huh? Oh, really?

Clara seems satisfied.

"Adventurers get involved and play games to show strength. It's good to read in a book, but it's actually more exciting than that."

Eva didn't seem to be enough.

"... if I had used it seriously then it would have been more exciting"

I am.

"Hey, it'll be dangerous though. And before we get excited or anything, I think there's something more I care about?

When I said that and looked down at Airhardt, one of my people was staring at me.

"You're kidding me. Remember, be sure to fu-"

I know you wanted to say "revenge," but by the spear sticking out in front of him, he never spoke more than that.

It was Mr. Crate who had the spear.

"We played the game on the condition that it left no harm behind. If you're gonna get your hands on me, I'm gonna be the one who's gonna be there."

When the opponent lowered in surprise, Mr. Crate pulled the spear and even solved it. When you take the spear, you tell me.

"You're fighting. A brilliant adventurer. And the quality of our people."

When Mr. Crate sees the Nowems, he puts his hand on his chin.

"We'll have a chance to work together someday, and we'll get along. Anyway, welcome to the East Branch"

When I said that, I laughed.

When Mr. Crate's expression changes, he stares at him.

"Albano!"

The adventurer, known as Albano, was a young man with short blonde hair and blue eyes with dripping eyes. He has a characteristic sword with a slightly longer pattern down his waist.

On my right hand I hold a few silver coins, and look at this one.

"You made me earn it, blue-haired brother. Watch out for solid crates. He said he was punctual when he worked with him, and he's not accommodating. I'm Albano. If you get a chance to work with me, say hello."

That's what I say and get out of the room like all the other adventurers, but look behind it, Mr. Crate says.

"... be careful. He's got good arms, but he's got no loopholes. I've also been sipped boiled water many times."

I nodded vaguely when I saw Mr. Crate with a remorseful look on his face.

(Something tells me Baym's guild has a thick face)

It was me who was a different Baym adventurer guild from the previous guild and was anxious to see if I could do it from now on.