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

Tino seemed likely to fall into a different trial than usual.

From a night at Elan, Tino has barely slept day and night. I still had a sleepless night with all the masked relationships before my teacher dragged me in, and my mental strength was almost depleted, regardless of the strength I worked out in training after training. The only time I lost consciousness was about when I was thundered as part of my training.

My feet flutter just one step away and my vision is shaking loosely as if I were even dreaming. It changed from the storm two days ago, and the strong sun that descended would have dazzled the eyes at dawn all night, and the perimeter vigilance would have been neglected even if no order had been issued to ban training.

Condition is out of order. I still have enough judgment to think it's bad, but I can't help it.

Insomnia is caused by anxiety and tension.

No information whatsoever - the anxiety of not knowing what would happen among the different conditions and the nervousness of not being able to imitate anything unusual in front of my master was something I had not experienced much for Tino, who had always valued physical training.

Still, I manage to maintain my posture only with my strength, and I walk forward. I follow only looking at the back of.

Your sister, unlike Tino, whose spirit was worn out and exhausted, remained almost the same as usual.

The extra time I don't think I'm walking through the town where the demon-alert red flag stood is definitely that of the absolutely mighty. The fact that I usually turn my longing gaze to it can only be a heart-breaking factor in this state.

I knew the story of the demon-alert red flag as knowledge, but it was the first time I had actually seen it with my eyes.

There are times when Tino barely left the Empire City, but the flag showing the city's pinch rarely goes up in the first place.

It can also involve the face of the city, and in some cases it can be a gap between other countries and criminals. The frequency of raising the flag tends to fall inversely proportional to the size of the city, and I hear that since history in Zebuldia's most flourishing imperial capital, the flag has only been raised to the point of counting.

The town of Gras is much smaller than such an imperial capital, but still unlikely unless something so difficult happens, such as a town so flourishing that it has famous specialties to raise its flag.

The number of Knights lined up near the gate and the Magic Instructors who were preparing for the magic shows the height of the city's vigilance.

It would take a huge budget to mobilize that number of soldiers. It's just not an alert that a little anxiety element does to some extent. This means that the city regards the raid on the oak that built the fort as highly probable information.

Words heard from vetting soldiers when they entered town are just like a rest.

Tino took it after this vacation started. I didn't trust the words.

Of course, I don't think you're lying. But from previous experience, the only thing that matters is that it's not a big deal for Tino, and it was a hell of a time for Tino.

In the first place, if you don't fight, you don't have to come to this town. Raising and dropping is the usual means of "The Thousand Changes" known to everyone in the clan. I can't even imagine in Tino when I found out about the existence of the flag, but if I didn't, there's no way I'd bother coming to this town with the flag standing out of countless towns.

I know, I did. So you don't want to be in battle with an army of orcs. But... I can't.

The usual Tino can certainly wipe out a few pieces of oak, especially without any problems. Even the top individuals can manage, well, one-on-one.

But now Tino was exhausted. Everything was so immature that I couldn't rest my spirit in the time I had, but it was suicidal, such as challenging a herd of orcs in this state.

Bandits are usually not suitable for multi-to-one battles. I forget when I look at my mentor, but it is there and from behind that I raid, foment, and untap for real.

Oh, you're going to tell me the truth about the multi-on-one battle I'm not good at... I can't.

My sisters, who have a pleasant conversation, are only jealous now. I couldn't get my thoughts together with my sleepless head and even seemed to interfere with the planning of the operation. I'm about to cry on the back in front of my eyes at Sparta, who's off track as usual, and I manage to just indulge in pride.

Looks like some high level hunter in Elan town knocked me down Thunder Elf, but such a miracle, it won't happen again.

We have to fight. I mean, when Tino gets past the trial, he thinks so. That's what they expect. And I've been trained like hell to live up to my expectations.

I told him that he would protect Tino at times of need. I was uninterruptedly happy with that word, but I can't be an unreliable junior to be protected forever. Tino's goal is not to be upheld - it's to shoulder to shoulder.

I don't know how many orcs there are, but from the trials I've been through, there won't be too few. Rather, there is a good chance that there are too many. Maybe - I can also think of infinity...

………………………… Ah, I just can't do it.

"Huh? You have a safe house in Gras, too?

"Of course it is. Because I don't know when or what will happen."

Citrine, I have a sister. She seems in a good mood for words. At that moment, Tino felt like she figured out how to prepare her sister, Citrine, until she was excessive.

If I had the next chance - I would definitely be ready to do whatever happens. Consolidate your resolve in fluffy comfort.

But you have to get past today to make the most of it.

Yes. Unlike your sister, who does everything with her strength, Citrine, your sister is good at tangling hands. Maybe he'll teach me how to fight multiple to one.

Tino doesn't like your sister Citri, but she's never been close. He's the one who needs to be vigilant, and I don't think he's cautious, but he's on his side as long as he has something in common. Sometimes I touch it sticky, but it's never frequent, and even then it seems like I'm trying not to cross the line.

He would help me if I asked. I don't know how much price you'll be asked for - though I don't know.

When will it be at the showdown? Is it night? Or would it be an hour later? Is it going to attack me? Or is it like going for a walk, going hunting from here? I wonder if I could get some time off? Will I get time to prepare? Or is it an unscrupulous gesture to try and do something with your current strength?

Looking at the directive banning training, it also seems like the toughest last draft. In other words, the trials are always roughly the toughest.

... I will. Ah, I can't.

I look back at Tino, who is desperately spinning his brain, which doesn't move the way he thinks due to lack of sleep and fatigue.

I have the illusion of being read inside in the black eyes that resemble that self, and I am thrilled. Tino's anxiety is a serene face with no anxiety whatsoever.

"Okay, then Tino seems a little tired too, shall we eat something delicious and get some rest today"

"............ is that your last supper?

Maybe they'll attack you at dinner?

Trying to put up with body tremors didn't stop me trembling.

Your sister is intimidating Tino with a full smile. He was smiling with anger wondering if he could even control his flesh.

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The first thing I felt - the stench that was about to bend my nose.

To the smell of a strong beast drifting in the wind, the horse, who was first pulling the carriage, hisses violently and stops.

In the carriage, Arnold, who was resting on his damaged body in battle with Thunder Elf, puts his head on your podium in a cramped manner.

"What happened?

"Come on... all of a sudden - strange smell - what smell?

"............... damn, I have a bad feeling"

It smells almost impossible to smell in Nebulanubes, where the rainy season lasts all year.

No, in the first place - it doesn't smell like you smell in an open plain like you're running now.

For a treasure hunter, it's worth believing. Sometimes I value it more than logical thinking.

There are no people around. There's no sign of demons showing up. The destination, Gras, is still far away.

Vision is open and there is little to block it to the horizon. I can't find anything unusual.

But Arnold's expression remains rude. No matter how confident you are in your power, you will not fail to be vigilant. Those who fail to be vigilant cannot be high level hunters.

"It's under the wind here... the smell of an excited beast - the smell of war"

Arnold's words echo the expression of his companions.

I have not yet lost my lightning elite battle fatigue and have not replenished my items. It's not like we can't fight, but it's not very complete. Fighting should be avoided as much as possible.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to make a big detour?

"... no, let's go. Quite a size, in the middle of the street - it definitely affects nearby towns, too. There's no way a Level 8 hunter would avoid such a battlefield. Get your weapons ready."

"Yes."

Reply to Arnold's words with a voice that doesn't make your people feel tired.

Even the unsealed plains smell strong enough. The opponent is quite a large group - there is no way that such a large group will appear there for a few hours or so.

Close... Close, Thousands of Changes. Maybe we can observe a combat method in which any of that is riddled with mystery.

With a hunch that the situation would move, Arnold of "Hao Thunder Flashing" smiled like a beast.