My whole body had a fever.
Tino groaned small as she twisted her body to the dull pain that ran all over her body at the same time as her awakening.
The feel of a soft bed that wraps the whole body must not ease that pain either. As he stretches his neck and faces out of the futon, the sight of the decorative private room he's renting on the side of the cranhouse blurs into his sight.
You can't do what you can't do with training in action, can you?
That was the cliché of Tino's master.
Near death. Being able to get used to and control forces that have only broken the limits allowed between life and death. Every time he gets a pair of hands that seem to be his goal, Tino will have a hell of a time.
It's been a long time since I first trained in action, but there's no sign of getting used to it.
Tino managed to get up on the bed while keeping the screams raised by her body within the top of the Buddha.
The look decorated in the room showed a girl with blurred hair and a grumpy face of messy outfits everywhere.
Perhaps the master suitably dressed himself, washed in water and drowned, and threw him into bed, unable to move due to the critical fatigue and damage he would die of after training.
It wasn't even left in the training area at first, but the sound of the master, who seemed to respond less, made me do the least.
Much more violent aftermath, but much better than being left in the sight of the clan members for hours.
There were no scratches on Tino's limbs reflected in the mirror. White and smooth skin emerges from the large and only pyjamas as if they did not make rough business.
Did you recover naturally while unconscious, or were you soaked in a potion before you washed it, or did you even acquire the skill of hurting people so that your master, who is not good at handling it, would not finally be on the table?
Anyway, thanks for the fact that there are no scratches on the surface.
The remaining pain will also disappear within a short distance. To the extent that's possible, Tino also absorbs Mana Materials.
My body was still heavy and tired, but I went to the bathroom and took a shower of water from my head to awaken my consciousness.
Cold water awakens the flesh with heat. Close your eyes to the pleasant feeling of dull pain being cooled and at the same time check how your body is doing.
Coordinated physical management is an essential skill for hunters. Especially since the master imposes training without thinking about Tino's condition, he will be naturally careful. Tino leaked to herself like a shudder as she rubbed her arms from the slippery shoulders of the water.
"That's your sister... not a single mole..."
'Bandits' are inherently less aggressive. But for Tino right now, Liz's blow is so heavy that even if she guards it, she's not safe.
It's still better because it's the only weapon I haven't used, but it releases a kick as well as a poke, and it targets my joints flat. Wrong response would be a lethal blow. A few of the bones should have been broken. It was strange that there was not one of the internal bleeds.
My memory was cloudy. I meditate my eyes to remember the sight I was training, but I can barely remember it because my consciousness was flying away. But I guess I did it well. You must have judged the attack for dying.
Because otherwise, you wouldn't have lived and woken up like this.
There are many places in Teito where you can learn combat techniques. Few of them have retired amazing hunters in charge of their divisions. There is a school.
Most hunters above level 3 are trained at some training institution.
But do the other hunters have such harsh training?
Licking the ground, vomiting blood reflexes, breaking bones, and being in a terrible killing mood that just seems serious no matter how you look at it...
It is Tino's own will that Tino is to master Liz Smart.
Tino wanted it, and Liz, at first, refused it. I'm not free enough to teach people. It is only as a result of luck that Tino is now doing just one apprentice of Liz.
Tino wouldn't have played hunter by now if the master who was close by coincidence hadn't persuaded me then.
Strong, they say. I used to drill that much that year. I'm admired.
At some point it had become natural to exhaust their dying power.
Harsh to death, but sometimes referred to as torture, etc., Tino is not going to stop being a disciple. It seems to frustrate me frequently, but I have never. So far.
But are you fulfilling the goals set by the master?
He shuddered his shoulders in such a questionable way that he floated, and Tino stopped the shower with his trembling hands.
§
Upon being in good hands, Tino made his way to Cranhouse as usual.
It is enough to walk from the rented house to the cranhouse for reasons of proximity.
The cranhouse is much taller than the surrounding buildings, so you can check its top if you show your face out the window of Tino's room. I can't see it at all with Tino's eyesight, but my master says, from this room, I can see the top floor of the 'Footprint' clan house - the clan master room.
That was one of the reasons Tino rented his current house.
Some hunters don't set a base and stay in the Inn all the time, but Tino is more convenient to rent because he doesn't plan to leave the Empire so far.
Tino is still half serving as a hunter. The level is 4, which means more than medium, and we may do a treasure palace search, but it's not recognized by Liz.
Tino barely leaves the capital because he is still in training, as well as solo doing hunters who are supposed to be recommended to party.
For Tino like that, everything in life can be put into training.
Liz is a master as well as a hunter. I don't actually have that much time to be taught by my weary, free-flowing 'sister'.
It's a routine tea meal where you don't have to say anything. For this reason, I was trying to be as close to it as possible when I knew my master was definitely in the Empire City.
Rarely had several carriages stopped in front of the clan house.
It's a big carriage for many people. Iron carriages, which are not decorated or otherwise, unlike those owned by nobility, give the impression of being a tank somewhere.
Connected, specially formulated to run through the land where demons and phantoms appear, the inflexible horse scratches the ground in frustration.
Inside the clan house - there were dozens of hunters in the lobby.
Is it possibly an expedition as well? Usually the spacious lobby also looks narrow when all this is gathered.
The only thing the hunters of all kinds have in common: they belong to this clan - "Footprints" - just one thing.
Each one, the way the armed treasure hunters were gathered, was as if they had gone to war.
Tino frowns at the look of it.
The number of hunters belonging to 'Footprints' is one of the finest of the clans present in the Empire City. However, hunters who belong to them rarely gather in one place.
Originally, an organization called Klan stood like a mutual aid club. It's not like tying up the actions of the hunter you belong to.
Even the clanmaster's power to be positioned at the top of the convenience is not that strong.
The rules seem to vary from clan to clan, but in "Beginning Footprints," the master did not have any authority to give orders to his affiliated hunter. That can also be said to be one reason for developing the 'footprint'.
Hunters belonging to the clan are familiar to Tino, who has belonged to the clan since its inception.
Ask the man of the swordsman hunter who was nearby.
"What happened?
"Mmm...... uh, Tino. Haven't you heard? Yesterday, the convocation was called. In a joint operation with the Explorer, they're going to board The White Wolf's Nest."
"... in this number of people?
I open my eyes to the name of the familiar treasure hall, but look around the lobby again.
The lobby was full of members. Half the footprint is gathered even if we count only the number of people. Many members are on expedition, so maybe most of the members who are staying in Imperial Capital are gathered together.
I can't believe you shouldn't have the right to order. That's just the master...
With such thoughts, the doubt does not disappear.
Sure, 'White Wolf's Nest' was a pain in the ass, but the members of 'Footprints' are elite. Even fewer members are superior to Tino.
I heard about the investigation taking place, but this is not the scale of the investigation. How much of a difficulty has happened that so many hunters will be mobilized?
The boss is cleaned up. If Mana Material is saved, it will be resurrected, but powerful phantoms will not occur that often.
Hunter's man openly lurked his voice in the look of surprised Tino.
"Just for the record... I hear the master said he would send Mr. Ark first"
"... Huh?
What are you talking about, this guy...?
Forget Tino even blinks. Stick around and see that face, but there's no sign he's joking.
The look distorted my lips and laughed at the way a man said he would get my will.
"Goddamn it, you're kidding me, right? I can't believe we're asking the top hunters in this clan for a treasure palace attack of just level three."
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"But Mr. Ark isn't here right now. I was gathered here... instead."
To the words, Tino realized why the hunters gathered here were tingling somewhere.
It hasn't even happened because I'm a member of the same clan, but that expression conveys the sense of urgency as if I were exploring the treasure hall, even though I'm still in the safe capital.
Ark Rodin. It's one of the most famous hunters in the capital.
A man who was promised the status of a hero born blessed by every god in heaven.
An all-powerful hunter who fixed all sorts of magic, technology. The sword flashes like ten thousand thunderbolts to tear the world apart.
The most complete hunter, the man considered the star of the next hunter.
There are strong followers both in the upper echelons of the Empire and in this footprint. He is also a rival of Tino's masters.
Originally, he is not a man who can move because of a treasure palace abnormality of about level 3.
There is an appropriate response to things.
The Seekers Association stipulates that hunters should explore the appropriate level of the treasure hall.
If a high level certified hunter vandalizes a low level treasure hall, kills all the phantoms and takes all the treasure, a low level hunter will be in trouble.
It is also possible that high level hunters will not be able to move at times of need.
Naturally, there's no way the master doesn't know that.
That meant that there was so much anomaly going on in that treasure house that we had to move Ark Rodin now.
I can't even imagine at all what's going on in Tino's body without God, but if Tino had been in the same position as the hunters on this scene, he would have written a suicide note with the same rugged look.
At least, it's definitely more than the phantom Tino encountered during this time.
No, if I met your sister right now, maybe I could get knocked in here...
"... this kind of number of people, you can handle it?
"Come on, don't be ridiculous. I just wanted to say, hey..."
Shaking off his anxiety, a swordsman scratches my jaw at Tino's words he asks.
Ark Rodin is not even suspicious, he is one of the most powerful hunters in this imperial capital.
Magic and swords. You can be a superior hunter just to extremes one side or the other, but the man, also known as the brave, blends both of them at an extremely advanced level.
Its power is enough for Tino's master, who is proud of his strongest strength, to acknowledge.
If his party - the other members of The Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave) - even had about 70% of the power of Arc, the seat of the young's strongest party might have been his.
Treasure hunters vary greatly from person to person. There are limits to making up for it in numbers.
But the man gave him a grin that made him pull his cheek. I see a strong sense of war and a slight fear.
"Well, you can handle it. They're coming to a party other than Footprints."
That's all I was about to say, and then the scene went all the way.
Concentrate on one young man whose gaze has fluttered down the stairs.
"Thousands of Changes". A man with the power to top his footprint and foresee everything. In the neighborhood, the opposite is true, confirming the face gathered with pitiful eyes by its one-armed deputy master with extended pins and spine.
The stirring stops in an instant. Everyone was waiting for the Master's word.
Unlike when you came to the treasure hall to help me during this time, the master of casual outfits stands out among the fully armed and tingly hunters.
"Hmm? That? What? What's the matter, getting together so much? Was it a festival?
"Mr. Klee, this is an example of what Chief Gark was saying."
"Uh, that one. But so many..."
"Mr. Klee wanted Mr. Ark, but Mr. Ark is absent... so he called in instead. In my calculations, I believe we have gathered enough strength."
Cry opens his eyes to Eva's words.
Many ordinary people are mistaken about the power of hunters.
There are a certain number of ordinary people out there every year who don't come back to the treasure house, if you pay attention because they are the same person. It is a misfortune that the sweetness of recognition invites.
Eva is not a hunter, but more than anyone else - she knows the most about hunters in this clan except the master.
The fact that no one seemed to leak dissatisfaction thus indicated that the calculation was reasonable.
Everyone gives that number of people convinced, but the master gives an indescribable look.
"Huh!?..................... Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, you are. Oh, so much..."
"!?... If there's anything you can say that doesn't get to you,"
The place quiets down. Ark is the strongest solo fighter in this clan with one missing head.
No one in this clan knows its protruding power. Even if you look at the arc, you can say you're the strongest, etc., probably a member of The Mourning Ghost.
To the formation, where no one spoke differently, the master tilted his neck for a while and looked at it, but said with some unconfidential grin.
"Hmm... we're all elite, and we can do half of it, right?