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

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gilberto growls. Take that as a signal, the battle has begun.

The sight was the most intense battle ever experienced for Ruda Lumbeck.

A huge Wolf Knight battle axe, shaken down endlessly.

Gilberto opens his eyes to the limit and plays it with a purgatory sword, as if it were a red wind, attacking him directly from the top or from the side. Whenever the blade and blade bump into each other, I can see Gilberto's hands gripping the pattern hard.

Purgatory swords are also huge swords, but Wolfknight's battle axe in human bones is far bigger than that.

Though the biggest attack is the gap, the force put into each blow is unusual, and Gilberto is retreating as he twists and plays the attack, which he has never retreated before.

I can't take it from the front. Gilberto is a man who has been a hunter after several years of training at the same time as he has a pig rushing side. I also have quite a bit of combat experience with those who are stronger than me.

Sweat seeps through its forehead. My breath was rough, but every blow had the power of lethality. I took it from the front, and I was playing it with a gibberish.

"Fuck, hard. I can't, not with my sword!

Next to what Gilberto plays, Greg slashes and punches for a very small gap.

A blow aimed at a pattern of hands, arms, and axes only had the effect of delaying the boss's onslaught by a comma second.

Hard, big, powerful.

That's just it, the boss was overwhelming the four of us. With a stormy momentum, the battle axe targets Gilberto and Greg in the front, while still holding Tino in line for the blind spot.

That silver Wolf Knight was certainly analyzing the member's power of war.

And he kept his priorities in Tino, not Gilberto with the Great Sword or Greg, the big body.

For the first time at that time, Ruda knew that the high intelligence that Phantom showed made her feel haunted at times.

And - and the glow of the hunter dealing with it.

Tino dodges the waving battle axe with minimal movement.

A few glossy black hairs, plundered into battle axes, scattered across the universe.

Sweat seeps into its skin on the blade passing in front of it, but its eyes are firmly opened, and feelings of fear are invisible.

How can such a move be made?

Why can you behave calmly, in front of a blow that will kill you if you delay your actions for a second?

Tino is not overwhelmingly fast.

No, no matter how fast you were, there's no way you can move faster than an axe that gets swung down.

It's courage that I saw there.

Under enormous pressure, Sang, Tino's appearance to try to dodge him in an elegant motion as if to dance, in this situation, touched Ruda.

Ruda, who had previously worked solo, had never seen more bandit (sheaf) moves than herself outside of the training grounds open to explorers.

The movements and techniques I saw there were excellent, but they didn't get to move Ruda's mind.

But I attended this party today and saw what Tino looked like. Tino behaves differently than they do in front of her.

Bandits (sheafs) are not in battle.

Maybe, as someone who assumes the role of bandit (sheaf), that could even be wrong.

But still, at that moment, Ruda had a trembling vision of a girl who looked just like herself or a little younger.

"... Damn, you're blunt at all. Eh!

Gilberto eats up his teeth and groans.

An awesome blow that rips the world apart.

There must be something called strength in the phantom as well, but there is no sign that the momentum of that battle axe, which is wielded over and over again, will diminish.

Even though I'm not taking it from the front, I can't even imagine the load on that arm to take every blow away.

If the wielding weapon was a normal weapon, not a treasure tool, it would have broken.

The sound of a fierce sword trident, the sound of metal meeting each other echoes the dim nest hole. It seems like a miracle that no one has suffered any major wounds yet.

- But miracles don't last long.

"... Huh?

Whose voice was it fulfilled?

The dull sound echoes. Half-length white blades dance through the universe.

Gilberto, Tino opens his eyes and follows it. But Greg would have been the one most flattered.

The used long sword I was wielding, which I was holding in its right hand, was halfway in length. The broken blade slowly falls to the ground, making a dry noise.

I understood that fact faster than anyone else was Ruda, who was looking at it from a remote position, and - a silver Wolfknight, who was relative.

Time was cut off.

At that moment, in the midst of being accelerated and stretched out, Ruda did see that jaw sticking out loud distorted by an ugly grin.

Its eyes are neither Tino nor Gilberto, and it looks down at Greg with a frightened look on his face. A gripped battle axe is swung up heavily.

It was almost reflexive behavior to throw the dagger that Ruda was holding.

Fly to be sucked into the boss's face as the dagger twirls and rotates. The boss plays the dagger that hits me on the side of the battle axe. It's really a polar moment, but I can make it between.

Gilberto intercepts the immediately-waved battle axe with a great sword, recovered during that moment.

If you play it, it hits Greg. Take it from the front, not the way you've been playing it.

Gilberto breaks his knee and gets bounced back to the outside force on the Purgatory Sword, but he can do it for a moment.

At that time, Ruda's body, which ran out, was pushing Greg's body a turn bigger than his own.

For a time like this, for a follow up when something happened, Ruda was outside the fight.

A belatedly waved battle axe strokes Ruda's back and slaps off where Greg was until a moment ago. The thick blade of the battle axe makes a heavy noise and profoundly pierces the ground.

Greg and Ruda roll unnecessarily on the ground. While rolling, he manages to gaze at the boss.

Too large a gap that occurs. But by then, Tino had already jumped.

Tino's tiny body dances the universe wide, scaffolding the back of a giant axe pierced to the ground.

A moment of astonishment arises in the eyes of the boss, where only resentment was floating.

The boss' decision was momentary. In both arms holding the battle axe, release your left hand and follow Tino.

Tino's leap was further beyond the body of a giant boss. Its shaken arms, its growing hook claws, plunder Tino's legs as they ascend in front of him.

Tino's positive eyes distort into agony. Blood scatters from the shallow, torn right leg leg. But the movement won't stop.

And Tino jumped straight over his head, sticking to the boss's back.

The crimson short sword in its right hand gleams. The boss hangs around a lot.

And Tino had no particular voice, stabbing that dagger through his neck with prompt motion.

Its eyes, which were dripping with blood, turn around and wander through the universe as if its arms could grab Tino.

In the end, however, that hook paw broke its knee without capturing Tino sticking to his back.

Almost at the same time as Tino landed on the ground, the Phantom giant disappeared.

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"Yay...?

Gilberto groans with a breath on his shoulder. Purgatory sword falls out of its hand, rolls to the ground and makes a heavy noise.

Unlike when I was breaking down the battle axe earlier, the voice color was young for the year.

"Huh... win"

Tino held on to his mutilated right leg and proclaimed briefly in an emotionless voice.

Sit straight on the ground and make sure you have a large, mutilated right leg wound.

Long scars running to white skin.

It seems that wounds as if they had been cut with a sharp sword were fortunate enough to avoid arteries, not life-threatening, but not good enough to leave them alone.

If I couldn't decide on that blow, I wouldn't even have been able to escape.

Tino chewed up the pain and sighed small to the blood and sharp pain that kept flowing loose.

"It was dangerous."

Remove a small thin red liquid glass bottle from the potion holder that can fit up to five bottles, which was lowered to the belt.

It is a magic medicine that heals wounds created by alchemists. Medicines created by a combination of science and magic can heal wounds instantly, even if they are not as magical as healers (healers).

It's a must have at a party without a healer.

When the cap is removed, the shorts are pulled out of the leg and the potion is hung directly on the wound.

A moment of agony groaned at the scratchy pain, but the wound, which was running from near the diaphragm to the back of his knee, immediately blocked.

I still have a bit of internal pain left, but it should heal there after time.

Greg, who was rolling, rises up and looks at the stunningly broken sword of what remained in his hand.

Now that you understand the situation, you look blue.

"Eh... I thought I was gonna die. Damn, I never thought I'd break my sword at a time like this."

"You just lived, old man"

"No, no, no, no."

Make me laugh like I always do, but I don't have any energy in that voice either.

Look at Ruda, who helped herself without looking at the danger, with a pulled smile on her face.

"Thanks, Luda."

"Yeah... I'm so glad I made it just in time. Tino, are you okay?

"No problem. I can if I want to walk. As soon as time passes, we'll get back to normal."

The potion Tino is carrying is a luxury item. It takes time, but if it's not fatal, it can heal most of the wounds.

Wiping away the flowing blood, Tino slowly rose.

Gilberto breathes relief in his heart at the appearance of a leader who seems to be doing nothing.

He was a horrible opponent I had never fought before. At least, if it was Gilberto's previous party, it would have been unlikely to win even if the magic of the Purgatory Sword had been charged.

It is close to a miracle that I was able to defeat him without causing a major casualty.

If even one member of the party who is here now was missing, he would have been suspicious if he could win. It's a triumph like stepping on thin ice.

Gilberto sighed, holding on to his heart beating violently at the fear of death that had now struck him.

"But you leave nothing... boss"

"You were unlucky. I'm more likely to leave something behind than a normal Phantom."

Greg has a subtle look, too. Pick up the broken sword body of love sword and carefully deliver it to the sheath.

It's hard to restore a sword that's completely broken.

At best, it is the mountain of Sekiyama that crushes it and returns it to the ingredients. Given the rewards, it was a huge deficit.

Ruda laughs bitterly and says at least a few words of comfort.

"As it is, well, you just have life. You know, you just have to buy a sword."

"... well, that's..."

"I'll give you this. It's shorter than the sword I've been using, but it should be better than not"

"Ooh."

Greg receives a crimson short sword and shakes it gently to see how it goes.

The boss defeated him, but he hasn't achieved his purpose yet, and he has his way home in the first place.

Unlike demons, Phantom occurs naturally. I can't be relieved even if it's the road I went through once.

Sitting tired, Greg and Gilberto wrap around the contents of the water bottle they brought.

Ruda says as she paints the battle landscape behind her head earlier.

"But then... the wrecked hunter is in danger."

"Hmm... oh... level five, was it? Didn't you just get hit?

"Level 5…"

Tino frowned at the word.

Sure, the boss was pretty strong right now. Even with three Level 4 members, he's a tough opponent, and it's no surprise that a Level 5 hunter loses.

In any case, the level is the standard set by the exploratory council. Not necessarily level 5 hunters are stronger than level 4.

Of course, it's different when it comes to level 7 or 8, where you have to achieve a huge amount of merit, but level 5 is within reach even if you don't have that much talent.

Again, Tino confirms the boss room.

Spacious space. High ceilings, walls with lightstones.

Blurry light has fallen on the ground as well, but I don't see blood buildup or any other signals that indicate I'm in distress.

If the hunter was in distress, we should leave a trail so we can see that.

"The White Wolf's Nest" is not that large a treasure house. It can't be that you can't come home lost.

Then the strength of the phantom is likely to be necklaced, but it is only natural for a Level 5 hunter to think about the rescue side. It's odd that I don't see that at all.

This is a trial. It is a test that the master has laid down that Tino deserves.

Then it should also be able to be solved by an immature treasure hunter named Tino Shade.

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Somewhere I murmured in a lonely voice. That's when Fumi Tino's hearing captured the sound of things.

A member sitting around like tired makes a surprise look at Tino, who gives him a face.

"What's up, leader?

"Stand up. Something's coming."

"!? 'Phantom'?

Tension and relaxation. The three rise from the tension of the boss battle, scolding the flesh that is about to frustrate fatigue.

Tino half-baked and dodged something flying through the sky.

It was one arrow that flew in. A long crimson arrow pierces the wall and makes a dull noise.

And that look on Tino's face blued for the first time.

"... what?

Late, Gilberto gives a loose voice in between.

Boss, the front road leading to the room. I used it when Tino and the others arrived. What came in from it was a silver wolf night wrapped in black plate armor, which I managed to knock down while injuring earlier.

And - not all in one.

Red eyes were staring at Tino and the others like the four to eight blood that came in line.

- The boss I just knocked you down, were you waiting for your buddy!?

Now that possibility floats behind Tino's brain. Thinking about it, the boss's movements also seemed prudent and as if he was buying time.

The ground trembles in its footsteps.

Make your lips fight with a look like Greg is even having a nightmare.

"Fool, dude..."

You look just like the boss you took down earlier, but each has a different weapon.

On a great sword in both hands, a giant stick that could be near the ceiling. On a giant bow that is obviously not for indoor use - it must be a continuous fire, a black iron firearm with long enough bands to rub on the ground.

There was no intensity in that movement coming into the room, and it was laid back somewhere. It's as if you're showing an overwhelming advantage.

But the resentment against the man in his eyes is no different from the individual who just defeated him earlier.

Ruda raises a raging and trembling voice.

"Huh... why? I should have knocked you down earlier, and yet..."

"... I can't do this replacement... just right"

Tino touches his earlier injured right leg at his fingertips.

There was still a little pain left. You won't be able to stand around like you did earlier. If the wound opens on the way, this time the winning chance is gone.

Silver Wolf Knight forms in front of the overwhelmingly short Tino's. A great sword and stick stand on the avant-garde, with firearms and bows lined behind them.

The move, which was disciplined as if looking at the Empire's regular army, is clearly not the same as the Wolf Knight on the road, which has unleashed an indiscriminate attack.

Greg sets up a crimson short sword, but can't rely on four giant wolf nights in front of him.

I can't even see the bravery from Gilberto's face lifting the Purgatory Sword and poking at its cutting-edge.

"Doh, what do we do?

"What are we going to do..."

A member sends his gaze to Tino.

Tino disguised herself as calm on the surface alone and returned it with a voice that pushed her to death.

It is the leader's job to make decisions in distress. If the leader breaks, the party collapses. Nobody here can count on Tino right now.

"I just have to..."

The leg wound isn't deep, but I can't get away with it.

The opponent has a ranged weapon, and it is impossible to defeat those two bodies immediately, wrapped in the same armor as the earlier battle axe, unless a miracle occurs.

But you can't give up. You can't give up living, fighting.

Tino is carrying the life of a party right now.

Tino's heart beats like an early bell to a different tension than what he feels while fighting.

It is impossible to defeat the opponent. Explore a path that is at all likely to survive.

It was the master's trust that supported Tino today.

There's no way you're giving me a request that can't be helped. Only such trust in Klee did not despair Tino.

While paying attention to the four bodies in front of you, turn your gaze towards the right sidewalk connected to the boss room.

Silver Wolf Knight is more gigantic than coarse Wolf Knight. If the path is narrow in width and ceiling, the movement can be greatly limited.

Calm down and give instructions to your buddies.

The slightly trembling member's body stopped trembling at the appearance.

"I can't fight those in this big boss room. I manage to escape on the right road. If it's that narrow road, I can limit the number of opponents fighting at the same time. Those swords and sticks are also caught in the ceiling and can't be used well. I'll do it."

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"I've come up with a good idea, why don't we just collect some powerful treasure gear?

"Luke... no matter how well equipped you are, if your body is weak, you will die when you die."

A conversation with a former companion passes through the back of his brain like a running lantern.

My instincts had already given up living at such a rate that the hunters fortified by Mana Materials were summoned to heaven.

- I'm dying! Let's die. Ugh!

The White Wolf's Nest is wide. It was too wide and tall to be seen as a nest hole, but too narrow to fly around with the braked 'dark wings of night heaven'.

It was dim in the hole, but by the way, there are blurry stones.

It also has the effect of "Ouls Eye", which grants the right thumb treasure tool and dark vision capability, and ensures sufficient vision.

Wall approaching sight. Run through the corners, desperately manipulating the treasure.

It was dark and gloomy in the hole, a space I would never have wanted to go into if I were normal, but what's in me now was just one thing about how to stop.

I brought the map, but I didn't even know where it was going anymore.

On a treasure tool that is not too small, the body is hit hard on the wall and on the ceiling.

Vision shakes violently on impact. I feel like I've become a superball or something. I don't even know what's going on anymore.

My face is still pulling.

If you think calmly, you should have stopped at all costs before entering the treasure hall before entering. I was getting high at too much speed. I think I'm gonna throw up. I deserved it.

Pull out the giant phantom that was blocking the aisle at high speed.

No matter how far a phantom crosses a person, you can't capture me carving irregular movements at bullet-like speeds. It makes sense because I don't understand myself. [M]

I turned my head on this one. I was already passing directly over it by then.

I decide I didn't see that some wolf had a big sword on his bipedal.

- Where's Tino?

Unlike Phantom, who disappears when he dies, Hunter's body remains long. If he fought the phantom and was killed, there is no way that one of its tracks will remain. I wonder if that's possible.

I only have pathetic moving vision, but at least I didn't see anything like Tino or his delightful companions' corpses in my fiercely flowing vision. It's unlikely he's dead.

It would be a complete laughingstock if we had done this far and Tino and the others hadn't made their way to the request yet, and we were hanging out in the Imperial City.

Tino shouldn't throw it away because he's so responsible, unlike me, but there's something tricky about just Liz's apprentice, so maybe - heh!

strikes his head hard against the cliff and ceiling, shaking his vision.

A long straight passageway - a wolf-like phantom that was in the direction of progress - opens its eyes as if surprised to see me, the human missile that appeared on the sieve.

but it pulls away quickly. The shoulder hits the phantom side head, the body crashes into the wall in recoil, and a severe impact runs through the entire body.

I manage to bend over while rubbing the sudden curve against my body. It is close to a miracle that I have not yet pierced the wall with my moving vision.

Changing track with treasure gear probably has a slight effect as well. I am a treasure trophy.

But I'm still too busy, but I'm only certain that if I don't do something soon, I'll die.

And I'm sure I'll be told the story of a future perpetual robbery as an idiot who used "Dark Wings of Night Heaven" to enter the Treasure Palace as the second human missile. That's too pathetic for anything, and I hate it terribly.

No more. Whatever. Let's stop once. We'll cross the limit like this.

Soon I was out on a wide road. I see a big phantom back right in front of me. Decide to cushion it in the midst of a crisis of life with sharpened judgment.

All you have to do is decide to be ready. Hold your head, meditate your eyes and pray desperately.

And my whole body passed by more severe shocks than ever before.