Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter’s Hero Dream

I have the illusion that the world is cut off as if it were just this place.

Without realizing how I was, Mr. Greg slowly distorted my lips.

"'The Mourning Spirit' is a handful of elites. If it weren't for this opportunity, you wouldn't see it, and I wouldn't be the first to get a chance to join a party. They'll have the nerve to show their faces."

A voice like excitement. Luda is circling her eyes full of that heat.

"Mourning Spirit". My stomach broke tight on the word.

That was a few years ago. It was the name of a party my friends and I made when we came out of the country to the capital.

A young party with five monsters and instant headlines. Now in this imperial capital, it is also a young party that binds to the Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave).

The official name is - "The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief)".

Soon my throat was dry. I get weird sweats because of the tension.

Don't call me that name. I'd sue you, but it's too unnatural to say that right now.

Re-wear the hood deeply. As if to hide himself at all.

"Duh, what's wrong? You're not feeling well either?

Ruda asks me to shrink and tremble. I think I'm gonna throw up.

"Well, it seemed like it was just a gusset. I was hoping for a little bit because it was a lot of fun..."

Master Greg makes me praise his shoulder.

Not just "Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave)" or "Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief)," but the parties belonging to "Footprints" are generally of a high level.

Even Greg, a short temper, isn't going to complain so much that one party didn't come.

"Hey, what are you talking about! Where's" Mourning Spirit "?

But it seems that some of them were going to complain.

All of a sudden my gaze gathers in a raised voice.

Beyond that was a burning red-haired boy. Beared on its back was a great sword in both hands that could not be wielded by a great deal of arm power. He is low in height but can be seen to be a forged flesh even from the top of his clothes.

Again and again, the hunter's strength is proportional to his chi's shortness.

That guts of screaming in front of the public about what no one said - not even Master Greg.

Eyes that make everyone around them enemies and yet are certain of victory. And perhaps just enough strength to back it up.

The Great Sword was emitting a unique glow that was not made with the hands of men. It would be a guy called the vulgarly treasure that I got at the treasure house.

My age is obviously lower than mine, but I'm just letting out signs that it's too dangerous to break off unfamiliar.

"I don't need it for miscellaneous fish. I came all the way here because I heard the top was coming out!

The boy does not ask for anyone's consent, but continues to be dirty.

"You're young. You're not gonna turn everyone here against your enemies?

Master Greg looked at it uncommonly and muttered a word.

It's like a rough guy, but he's only eating old. He has some sort of distinction.

Treasure hunters are important for lateral connections. If you have a problem, it spreads instantly. Sometimes it doesn't matter how strong you are.

Perhaps it has never mattered before, but all I'm here for are those who have a favorable gaze on footprints. Besides, we have all the powerful ones. It's not uncommon to hold treasure.

There is no sign of stopping around against a boy who is sudden in the center. I guess it's because that word speaks for some of the hearts and minds of some of the hunters here.

And from other hunters, they are stationary with eyes that look at fools.

intimidate the members of the footprint on each table with a glitzy eye that makes the boy even feel like killing. but I haven't been dealt with by the majority of them.

No one is more accustomed to the handling of Yan than advanced hunters.

You heated up, the boy screams even more. It also looked like the beast was intimidating.

"I'm gonna be the strongest hunter ever, and I've got four more levels! I'm sick and tired of trying to keep the Empire's strongest company!

I said something amazing. Don't be a big shot, this guy. Be a big man or die.

I guess I'm only in my mid-teens. Level 4 is certainly amazing at that age. Ceilingless confidence and arrogant attitude are not praised, but if you can keep winning, you will be righteous.

That's what a hunter was all about.

Ruda is secretly pulling her cheeks. Apparently, I was shocked that the fool was at a higher level than I was.

But it's okay, because it's still possible he got to the level at the party.

A member of the footprint finally approached the boy trampling the estate.

They're not the ones who were looking for the party where they got the cancer flown. Tino Shade was stuck in the corner of the room until earlier.

Coming to the boy's side in casual footsteps, he looks down with cold eyes.

"Oh? What the fuck!?

"Unfamiliar. I don't want it in our house"

A low voice that cools to the bottom.

Other footprint members who were flat even when the boy flew cancer rushed in between.

"Hey, Tino. The purpose today is to recruit members, don't make a scene!

"It ends in an instant. Knock it out. If you had a sister, I would. Asking them to put you in" The Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief) "is - me. You promised me you'd let me in when I got stronger."

Close range. This gall strength in front of a long sword of reach. Shortness of mind is akin to or stopping by a stupid boy.

Convince the other members that Tino is still going to jump. It's not what I found out which one is the bad guy.

"Leave the fool alone, it's a waste of time. You've got orders to make it as peaceful as possible! They're gonna scold us for joint responsibility!

"Ah!? Who's an idiot? I'm gonna fucking kill you!

"It's you, you idiot! Death to the adults! This one's working!

To a boy with an attitude like a chimp, a member of the footprint gives this back like a chimp again.

Even the upper clan and so on, the contents were almost similar.

The monsters are all looking for opportunities to exercise their power.

Oil the fire, the noise spreads more and more. It was still there because there was no stuff around, but it's not weird to pull out the weapon now. And if I pull out my weapon, I can't stop it on my way anymore. Fighting never stops until you feel like one of them is going to die.

A fight between treasure hunters is a disaster.

We haven't all been here yet because we're hunters, but a small number of people in this would hold it, one or two of these buildings would blow up easily if we even started using 'treasure gear'.

"Whoa! Jesus Christ! The power of 'Footprints', show me!

Master Greg starts stirring up with a nasty voice. Everyone around them starts stirring up to be caught by it. Inside there was also a mix of members of the footprint. I can't pack anymore.

I pulled Ruda's sleeve, and said, "That's it."

"Luda. You should give up and go outside this time already. I won't stop once the fight starts. If you get involved, you die."

Hunters can't do it if they lick them. I'll do it back once I'm attacked. If they do it back, I'll do it even more. Negative chain. Even if it was a stray bullet, I wouldn't forgive it, so that won't end until the last one does their best.

Tino clasps his shoulders and makes sure his toes are tongued. A familiar behavior - I intend to plump my neck.

The kick of a forged hunter easily submerges the ground and blows up the walls.

Those who guard the Treasure Palace - I can't believe it because they crush the Phantom with one blow, too.

"Ma, wait..."

"I'm only confident in my crisis detection abilities. Come on, before the fight starts yet..."

"So, but, me, I'm here to find a party!?

I can't. They're muscular to the brain. Life is more important than party.

That's how I managed to live for five years. Ruda doesn't know about high level hunter fights.

I knew I shouldn't have come here. Convince me as I almost cry.

"Wow, okay. Find it, I'll help! I'll help you next time! Now... life is more important."

"!? Okay. Okay."

Even the temperature in the room, where the fever was running, rises even further.

The boy's sword was on fire. Treasure tool. A tool with an alien power. Burning to wrap around the sword body, the Red Lotus illuminates the cool Tino's face without spreading any further.

Head for the exit like crawling around the corner.

I feel miserable. But it's safe. A noisy exchange can be heard from behind.

"Think after you kill him. I learned it from your sister."

"Huh... okay, little one. Come on, I can't help you!

"Are you licking us? Hmm? If you want to do it, do it outside, outside!

If I do it outside, the Knights of the Empire will definitely fly. But even yesterday, we're all sensitive to Hunter's scandal. I'm just sorry if I got involved with the average person.

Third-party incitement continues. I don't want to think about it, but it was the voice of a member of the footprint. Too chaotic.

"All right, go! Lady - Fi!!

"Don't stir me up."

A screaming voice. Nasty whistle and agitation. The hustle and bustle. Someone signals the start behind us as we sneak out to the exit.

Almost at the same time - the wind blew.

Air containing hot air is paid off in an instant and blows through. butt on a sudden shock. I can take the hood.

Ruda, who was following me behind, gave a short scream.

There is a shadow in his sight. My heart is pounding. I looked up in awe.

Ruda opens her eyes and squeals small.

"Huh... when, during..."

Clear eyes like black diamonds were looking down at this one. Tino was supposed to be relative to the boy until earlier.

The cut black hair flows saggily for a moment late. I had supple legs in front of me that peeled out big.

A pompous expression, not a sober expression, stares down at me.

"Oh, um... what...?

Ruda asks terribly.

Tino did not answer it, but said to me with a trembling voice no less than it did.

"... Um... what, what are you doing? Yes? Since when, have you been there?

Uh... I think I'm gonna throw up.