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

In front of the treasure house, there was a tingling air.

The entrance to White Wolf's Nest, a pompous open treasure hall.

The hunters line up on a party-by-party basis before the "Phantom" on the lookout once stood. Each is in the final confirmation.

The measures have been decided. No, originally, the hands I could take were limited.

Space in front of 'White Wolf's Nest'. At its centre, the Black Gold Cross was in formation.

Origin of the party's name. The armor, made of a special alloy called black gold, is manufactured to the best of modern technology. Hard and at the same time flexible, it prevents magic and even mitigates impact, armor made of materials said to be closest to treasures.

The forged out flesh wrapped in it trembles. It's not fear. The samurai trembled.

Sven Anger is a Level 6 hunter. He's powerful enough to be given two names, and he can be called one of the top treasure hunters - but he doesn't have the ability to predict the future if he's not a calculated conspiracy.

But he's still a hunter.

In the past, a number of training grounds have been overcome by partying together. The requests, which risked going beyond them, had now brought fears and exaltations to Sven at the same time.

The total number of parties participating in this battle is twelve.

(i) The average number of parties is six. The number of people does not reach a hundred. Not a small number as an army, but every one of them is a hunter who worked out at the Treasure Palace.

Hunters fortified with Mana Materials rarely gather so far in one treasure hall. It has more than that number of strengths. Few even possess armoured treasures.

But still no one seems distracted. Hunters belonging to 'Footprints' understand the dangers of 'A Thousand Trials', but therefore. And the outside hunters are in the form of being caught in the hunter's temper of 'Footprints'.

The White Wolf's Nest is a cave-shaped treasure house. Although treasure halls often have such aspects (or treasure hunters exist because they have such aspects), large numbers are not able to enter and take advantage of the number of profits.

Sven decided to use his troops to control the inside. A very large number of people must at least avoid obstructing retreat action.

Each will determine a survey compartment and investigate it on a party-by-party basis.

Contact shall be carried out by whistle. Change the meaning by the number of rings in a row.

Retreat once there is an emergency or discovery. When we find the demon in the matter, we'll attract him outside, and we'll all slap him.

I'll be back in a certain amount of time even if I'm safe. If you don't come back, I'll assume you were killed before you even whistled.

Parties that do not enter the treasure hall wait outside. There is a danger that each will be destroyed, but it will be avoided that they will be wiped out at once.

It hurt that I didn't know anything about the enemy. No, are you just lucky to know you're here?

Hunters don't fail to investigate. I wouldn't be the first to encounter these situations.

Might as well try the unknown compartment yet.

Sven struck his tongue again and glanced at the treasure hall with a grumpy eye.

"Trial, trial, or... Klee, push. I'll definitely punch you later."

"Say that, 'Shadow Out' scares you"

"Ugh. You can't just hit that arrow! Too incompatible."

Sven snorts and yells at the party members who talk to him like he's deceptive.

Talia, with Citri's special slime killer, was waiting with her companions away from the entrance to the Treasure Palace. Are you nervous, or I see you desperately calming your breath.

Talia. - No, the dark potion she has is the trump card for this one.

Of course, I'm not going to rely on you. With the attacks of other hunters - I would never have crossed that if I had killed them with magic or arrows from a distance.

But I was lucky enough to be ready when all of that didn't work.

Alchemists lack combat skills. On the other hand, responsiveness when carefully prepared is better than every position.

Talia seems to be still immature, but it was the alchemist (alchemist) who once called her the "best" who made the potion she had. There is no doubt about the effect.

And, there, I was called from behind.

A slightly elevated trembling voice.

"... Um... who is Citrie? I think we were all convinced..."

"Oh, Henrik, you've never met..."

Henrik joined the Black Gold Cross about six months ago. And by then, the members of The Mourning Ghost had already reigned as top parties.

Each member of The Mourning Ghost has a non-hunter face.

Among other things, Citrie, who acts as an alchemist, is extremely busy. As he ceased to appear, his name also ceased to sound natural.

"'Cause I haven't been on the table lately. Hey, Citrie."

One of the members, Marietta the Mage, also narrows her eyes somewhere to be missed.

but what was behind those eyes was a strong fear.

Those with superior abilities sometimes have not only visions but also fears.

Even Sven has had fear of his gaze and other daily tea events, and Marietta and other members will have had feelings of jealousy.

So did Citrie Smart.

He had a heavenly envy from everyone as an alchemist, whose head spinning quickly absorbed all knowledge and even protruded in this imperial capital, where there were several excellent magicians with the highest faculties. For once, he was even said to be the nearest magician to "The Stone of the Wise", one of the alchemist's woes.

But it wasn't because of her ability that she was afraid.

I look down at Henrik, who is turning a reluctant gaze somewhere. The understated eye is worn somewhere as its' Alchemist '.

Once he stopped breathing, Sven said with a voice that wrinkled and squeezed out on his forehead.

"Well in a nutshell... Citrie is... a 'strong' weak man"

"Strong...... weak?

He was strong. He was talented.

But above all, it was so 'heterogeneous' that no one could understand it.

Therefore, now that glory is in the past, no one will whisper its name.

I'm not repenting. but nature and no one spoke anymore. As if trying to erase it from memory.

And in reality, there are members out there who don't know that name, like Henrik, in today's 'Footprints'.

Sven looks up and changes his gaze from Henrik to Talia holding a bottle with black potion.

"And some of our parties, including the Black Gold Cross, were to participate in the launch of the" Beginning Footprints "in Citrine's persuasion. Once upon a time in The Ghost of Mourning - after Klee, he was the alchemist of great skill."

"Sven, over here, we're ready."

"Oh, okay. Sorry, but I'll see you later."

Lyle calls me and Sven steps forward.

Enough warfare. No one is frightened.

'Footprint' is excellent. There is a reason why the average level is high.

The weak were already eliminated. All the cowards got out of the clan a long time ago.

I've been through more or less trials here, just brilliant. And he's also a comrade of war.

That fact makes me highly confident.

"Footprints of the Beginning" is strong.

It's led by a top-notch party.

Facilities are in place, and management systems are in place.

But such a thing would only be an aside if Sven let me tell you.

The battlefield of the Corpse Mountain Blood River was joined together, but the late tie is the crux of this clan. So this clan grew so far in just a few years.

The symbol of the footprint signifies the trajectory that has been carved. That was only ever proud.

It's a good enough reason for a hunter to risk his life.

The party outside is in here, but is it okay?

Sven breathed loudly and shouted in a shaky voice as the grass trees swayed.

The will to fight grows. The hunters' expressions tighten as if the exaltation propagated.

"Hey, hey. We're gonna get in the mood! Ravage it! Carve your footprints! All of you go home alive and tell that fucking master! I don't think it was a big deal!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

An explosive roar rocks the forest surrounding the treasure hall.

Both the party to which the footprints belong and the party we attended from the outside all scream to the point where our voices wither.

And the hunters began their invasion with a turbulent momentum that could not be described as undisturbed.

§

When I finished selecting the treasure hall and was down the stairs toward the underground training ground with the materials, a sharp sound sounded like cutting the wind.

The training facilities built into the Clanhouse are little different from those present throughout the Imperial City. I rarely show my face because I'm bored when I'm involved in training, but if I go down to the basement, I always meet someone checking my movements.

It's just training, but the temper it conveys is real. I get the illusion that when I'm feeling it, it's as if I've been a hunter to myself.

Well, I'm still a hunter for once.

Once you go down the stairs rhythmically, you push open the heavy, sturdy metal door (which has been blown away and replaced several times since the training ground floor training ground) of the basement.

All you can do on the first basement floor is check your hands and moulds. If you are going to use magic, you deserve an underground second floor with anti-magic treatment on the wall, and if you are going to practice special technology, you should prefer an underground third floor or later, where all kinds of equipment are located.

The moment I opened it, the cold air and sound greeted me.

Liz stood on a metal floor at the center of a large training ground with no objects.

It is Tino who is relative. He wears the usual black-toned hunter outfit and stares at his smaller master than he is in front of him while keeping his posture low.

The sound of the door opening sounds inside the training area, but the pitch-black iris is narrowed, and there's no way to notice this one.

From that sharp glance, I can't believe I've always been abused by that master.

Liz, on the other hand, turns to me approaching her and breaks that rapport.

"Ah, Klee. Finally?"

"Huh."

Dark hair shook toward Liz as she asked in a distracted voice. A fist wrapped in a leather armor is released along with a short compressed temper.

The thrust leaves the sound behind, and the sound of piercing the wind sounds short. Pressed by the way it is, I unwittingly step back and retreat.

Liz avoided the blow of divine speed with a smile on her face, half-hearted without even pointing a glance at you.

"Now, hey, I was training. But if you blurt it out, you might get in the way of Klee's favor, right?

"Huh! Huh!"

Tino's blow leaves only remnants. The beaded sweat flew, and the ribbon that bracketed its dark hair behind it flashed in my sight.

Speed-oriented poking. A low kick released at the same time as stepping in strikes Liz.

The air wavers at the temper of the rift that comes from afar. The outfit goes hand in hand, and it's like a black breeze.

Foot payment. Poke. Palm bottom. Rotating kick. elbow iron. All of that every move was connected to the attack.

If you have a post-comma second, you can definitely be captured. Such a paper-heavy offense is both intense and beautiful as if it were a dance.

White exhalation leaks from thinly open lips. A kick released at the same time as it spins passes in front of Liz and scrapes a few of its forehead. It looked like it hit me when I saw it, but I guess I avoided it. [M]

It's amazing... I just have to say that Liz has talent.

Liz narrows her eyes, distorts her lips and laughs as she gets her hands full of attacks that strike without stopping.

"Hey? Isn't that amazing? You're not cut like me, are you? I used to get frustrated when they told me I had no taste, but I knew there was aptitude when I was looking at tees......!! I thought you didn't need a disciple. Oh, I'm glad Klee's right. Take it!

When Liz came to the Imperial Capital and became an apprentice of The Shadow, she was pointed out as having no sense of melee at the aperture. Now I've gained enough strength to be certified to level 6, but the bitter pointer of that time is still engraved on Liz.

No, I don't know the difference from me, and I think it's a lot awesome at a time when I'm making that promising apprentice attack, but she had a high goal.

But in the training I saw before, Tino's offense shouldn't have even plundered Liz into her hair. It does look like the difference in strength is shrinking.

I can't reach it because I'm bare right now, but maybe even the dagger I always wear on my hips can reach it?

Still, the difference in strength between those two is obvious, but a few years after being apprenticed, Tino may not be just chasing Liz's back either.

When I thought about it with admiration, Fujino raised a squeezing voice without stopping the attack.

"Ha, ha... at all! Oh, no! Why?!?

That blow adds even more sharpness, despite the much more intense movement. Fist slips through Liz's head.

Liz lost her posture just a little.

True to the opposite of Tino, who raises her sad voice, Liz stays grinning all the time.

My motor vision was making me wonder what it was. [M] Maybe if I was in Liz's shoes, they would have made me faint at first blow.

Engrave the steps in a light, feathery motion as Liz clamps her hands.

"Look, tee. Just a little more! Just a little more finger stretching, huh? Burn your life! Don't loosen up! Focus on your nerves! Hey, don't back off! Attack! Don't be frightened!

"Huh."

Tino's eyes capturing Liz were sparkling. Liz shows you before the battle, eyes as if you were burning that life.

Likewise, I stopped and scratched my cheek.

"... could we still afford it?

"Is that it? Could it have looked like a pinch?

No, it didn't look like a pinch... but tell me that the cut is so different or something...

Tino eats his teeth off. Liz's eyes get round.

Maybe the speed has increased again? I felt the sounds coming out were heavier and more intense.

The stretching hands and feet no longer had the same sharpness as a spear blow, but still haven't touched Liz once since earlier.

If the speed increases, it won't hit, which means Liz is dodging it with minimal movement, I guess.

Tino is taller than Liz. Its hands and feet are long, but it still hasn't arrived.

"Tee, dagger"

"Huh!"

The moment Liz said a word, Tino's eyes opened slightly.

The hand pulls out the hips dagger without hesitation. It's not something with a crushed blade for training, it's a well-sharpened substitute that she always takes to the treasure house.

A blow unleashed on the horizontal giraffe without slowing it down - a big stretch of reach that Liz stepped back and avoided without changing her complexion one step at a time. Even if the white blade passes a few centimeters in front of you, it won't blink one.

No poking, no tweezing, no kicking with attention to the blade, all of which doesn't hit with a single piece of paper. Liz laughs as she dodges an attack that even sees intent to kill. Sounds like a lot of fun.

"At the same time as I train, I can train! Isn't that great?"

"... yeah yeah, right"

A lot of nori is light...... apparently Tino is still ahead of him in overtaking his master.

Tino breathes heavily. My white skin is always red and upbeat, and my forehead is sticking to my forehead with sweat.

But still, that hand won't loosen. The axis of the body is undisturbed and the movement remains light.

If I were Liz, it would be a hundred points. And if I were Tino, I wouldn't have been happy with my powers and trained anymore.

Thoughtfully stepped in and dodged a swept up blow, Liz says softly.

"Well, it's over... my body's warming up."

Dude, this is a prep exercise...

No matter how many shots you get dodged, a stormy streak that won't loosen, even if it was completely cut off.

Without any clearance, Liz stepped in.

It should hit you. Completely Liz's location is within attack range for Tino (Kill Zone).

But a kick, a poke, a dagger swung down, magically slips through Liz.

I rub my eyes but I don't know what's going on. The remnants of Liz suppresses Tino's arm, which is easily stretched out, and his leg lightly pays Tino's foot.

Wouldn't that just keep moving forever? Tino's movements stopped, even with such illusions. Unexpectedly sigh small.

Tino's posture breaks down. Its limbs scratch the sky like a reflection, but there's nothing you can do with your wrist held down and your body wide open.

Its eyes opened wide, and at that time Tino's body lay completely on the ground. A small scream leaks through my throat.

Liz's hand was on Tino's neck rolling backwards to the ground.

"Yes, over"

Tino's body lying on the ground is heavily cramped. It's going to transmit to the sound of that heartbeat.

My hands and feet are shivering with discomfort. Tino coughs up in tears because of the tightening of her neck and pain. That gaze wandered through the universe and finally captured me.

Let go of the hand Liz was wearing around her neck, and pay for her pussy.

"Ha, ha... I will, huh?

"Because I work from here on out. Tee, it's sweaty. Don't roll around forever. Come get ready? Don't make Cry look sorry for you forever? Here!"

Tino's eyes are opened to a master who says something too harsh.

No, it's nothing. I'll take a little break, but not at all - or I won't ask you to do anything, and I don't mind if you don't go... I guess Tino needs a break now.

In front of me looking down with such thoughts, Tino's cheeks, which were even reddened by intense exercise, became even more red, tears in his eyes.

"Yes, go, I'm coming!

"... Huh? No, nothing - eh!?

Tino jumped up. Unexpectedly back off. I feel like the body is up.

When I stood up firmly with legs that should have been cramped before, I fluttered and ran out.

It's going to fall down, but it's going as fast as I can. Apparently, my leg strength is as good as my injured or exhausted Tino.

Keep pushing the door open against your body and Tino disappears outside the training ground.

I'm worried you won't be exhausted along the way.

"How long have you been doing this?

"Huh? Ever?

It's not the answer.

It's been about two hours since I dropped Lyle and the others off at The White Wolf's Nest...

Obviously, it's too much. The hunter said he was resting and working.

Liz, on the other hand, is not sweating one. Are you sure you're human?

"Tino, why don't you stop taking me?

"Yeah, we're good, right? Tee will be reasonably wary too...... Klee, that's the tough part.... What have you got there?

What's so tough about it? It's not like I'm sending out an off-power alert.

Liz asks me if I'm reputationally damaged and frowning. I sighed and gave him the information file on the treasure hall that I fished for from the library.

The clan has all the information available about the treasure hall near Teito. It's been a long time since I've been in the library collecting this material.

I just looked for it to come together even if I wanted to collect it.

I rolled it all around and Liz tilted her neck adorably.

"Hmm? All low-level places? And, like, a bunch of them?

The Treasure Palace is made possible by the accumulation of Mana Materials. By its very nature, it tends to be able to have more low-level objects than higher-level objects.

There are dozens of low-level treasure palaces in the imperial capital, where there are many terrain pulses.

Putting the condition of being away from the "White Wolf's Nest" didn't narrow me down to one.

Answer with a smile as if to mislead that fact.

"Oh, Tino likes you. I thought you'd choose."

It always suits me badly, but I'm sure this will be fine.