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

Again, Ruda in a hot tub of yukata hands me an envelope with the Seal of the Explorers Association. Gilberto boy and his fellow party members ("Flaming Wind (Crimson Flame)") stroke his chest down with relief.

When I received the envelope, I handed it to Citrine, who would refrain from leaving it open next door. Ruda and the others apparently intended to deliver the requisition form entrusted to them by Mr. Gark, so now their assignment is complete.

Ruda opened her eyes and looked at me. [M]

"Hey, why don't you look?

"I don't need to see it."

Thoroughly, I'm not accepting my nomination request.

Just because you received the request does not mean you received the request. If it's true, I'd like to avoid receiving it myself, but I didn't run away from Ruda because if I did, it would echo their assessment.

Well, they don't have to take it. They don't have to make mistakes, even if it's slight. Sometimes it leaves a scratch on the ratings of the future hunters.

When Citrie, who received the envelope, takes the paper knife out of her pocket, she cuts the seal on the requisition slip as she nicks.

Citri's standing against me as a hunter resembles Eva's standing against me as a clan master.

I took my gaze off Citrie and Tino, who cares about the ticket, and told Ruda.

"You put a lot of work into it. I'm sorry, but I'm not taking this request."

"!? Huh???? Why not?"

That's because, of course, it's a hassle.

I can't clear it on my own, and where I could clear it, it's so much easier for me to get into trouble from nobility, and I don't have a single benefit in wanting to retire right now.

But I know perfectly well that I cannot accept it where I said it.

Trouble...... guess what. I'm not a sparkling hunter like you guys.

"Hey, what is it? That facial expression -"

Ruda pulled her cheek on me, and Citrine put the request form on the table.

When he looked at me, he nodded and said, "I know."

"I see... I get it. I don't even have to chase him."

"... Huh?

Ruda raises a question. I almost gave it to you, too, but I managed to bear it. Hardboiled is a small mouthpiece.

Citrie explains with a grin when he puts on a paper knife.

"This is a joint crusade request for the 'Barrel Bandits'. It's a big, powerful, cunning, troublesome bunch of bandits. I hear that people who have flown from the land of the East, with nearly a hundred constituents, even flirt with regular armies with a high degree of collaboration. The members are strong, but the executive class is particularly good - they've come to Zebuldia recently, but they're also on the Explorers Association's bounty neck list because they've been roughing up other countries. You're up there."

That's not good, is it?

Hunters are basically a six-man party. No matter how strong you are, it's hard to fill the number difference when your opponent is close to a hundred.

Moreover, when it comes to repelling the regular army, it would be of considerable strength. When the name is on the Seekers Association's bounty neck list, it should be somewhat stronger than any other hunter.

I don't even have to chase him. Yeah, I don't even have to chase him. Crusading the bandits is the responsibility of the state. What are you trying to push me to do?

I guess joint is a joint assignment with the Knights of Gladys, but I just don't like the idea of acting with the Knights of Gladys, who hate hunters.

We'll complain to Mr. Gark later. I'm paying for it, so say no to this horrible request.

Swearing to his heart, Gilberto boy asks with a surprised look.

"So, why does that mean you don't have to chase me?

"It's a simple story. The only reason they have ever vandalized around various countries and still live forever is because even the Knights of Gladys can't crusade them, not because they're simply strong. Because their heads are so good, they don't fight unbeatable opponents."

I'm not familiar with that name at all, but Citrine's head seems to contain all the information from his name to his background.

The main activity of The Mourning Ghost is the treasure hall's offense, but he has also experienced several bounty neck hunts. I had no choice but to kick it (the childhood tamers) because it's coming from the other side, but Citrie's bounty neck database is pretty good in relation to it.

The words of Citrie do not precipitate. The language is strangely persuasive because of the tone that makes you feel confident.

"They roughed around the place - and when they sent someone they couldn't beat on their own, they ran away and came this far. They're not brave enough to still sit around when they hear a Level 8 hunter is being dispatched."

"I see..."

"They are sensitive to the signs of the strong. As soon as the information came in that we were going to convene, we were preparing to withdraw - I don't think we're in Gladys territory anymore."

The story of Citrie was well-reasoned and got into my head sooo much. Gilberto boy's party leader gives a convincing roar.

I was giving a compliment inside. [M] A high level of my own futility is a useful form. I didn't intend to take any requests originally, but if the enemy escapes, I will have no flaws. Count Gladys wouldn't even say chase him out of the realm.

I've solved the last difficult question. Let's thank Citrie later.

When I put my arms together with confidence, I said the right thing.

"I mean, that's what I mean. You can go after him, but, well, you won't have to. I have my way."

"Yeah..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry too much. The bandits managed to escape at the time Count Gladys made the request. Well, that happens if you've been a hunter for a long time. I'm sure Count Gladys will convince you too. Thanks for explaining."

"Oh no... I'm afraid, Mr. Klee"

Citrine's words were probably mixed with speculation, but her words were seldom false. Even if it was a mistake, I don't care because I'm not supposed to get a nomination request here.

Now you can earn time to the "White Sword Gathering" without worrying.

Hot springs can also be included, as well as eating hot spring dragon eggs, hot spring dragon buns and looking around the souvenir shop.

Yes, let's take Tino around the sweet spots of this town. I'll take the place of an escort, and I don't even know how sweet this town is.

Slightly thinking, Tino said in a slightly panicked voice.

"I did. Are you sure the trial is over?

"Yeah, yeah, over, over. Seriously, seriously."

"Yes..."

Tino gives a loud voice somewhere. There are no trials. All I have left is extreme ease.

I hide my mouth with my hands, but I can't stand the grin.

Gilberto boys looked at me as if I were a creepy thing.

§ § §

Shit, there's something that could be level seven - oh, my God.

Arnold was at the bottom of his disappointment. I no longer know what to do.

The body is firmly heavy and cannot be said to be in very full condition. But more serious is the mental aspect.

It was a deep disappointment to come to Arnold's chest the moment he woke up from his fainting and understood that he had fainted the moment he saw the face of The Thousand Changes. It's nobody, it's a disappointment to myself.

Even though the opponent was on the verge of being traumatized by a lot of terrible eyes, even though he was about to pass out after just looking at that face, it's a rhetorical story. If Arnold had heard those words a month ago, he must have laughed with his nose.

And, but most importantly, it was the words of the ayes of the party members that shocked Arnold.

"Mr. Arnold was a little tired. I've been eyeballing you for a while now, and Mr. Arnold's been pulling us. It must have been a strain. Now you can go into the hot springs and get some rest. '

were taken into account. Of course, Arnold is a party leader. Even so far, Ei and the others will have always heard and taken into account Arnold's words.

However, there has never been sympathy for the words before. I was never called to think about it. And that was also a sign that Arnold was a strong leader.

I pass out just seeing my natural enemies. The party members showed no sign of leaving, even after showing such indifference. Even the youngest, Juster, who had been pulled by Arnold, a strong hunter, showed no dissatisfaction at all. That's definitely what Arnold built on trust.

I understand that. But with that in mind, Arnold can't forgive himself for looking at his natural enemies and fainting.

Combat capability should not have changed.

Fatigue is heavy, but there is no decline in physical ability, and the sword of love is still alive. Rather, it is even heightened by going through [Castle of Ten Thousand Demons] about the amount of absorption of Mana Materials.

But Arnold felt so weak.

Being a pillar of strength is absolute confidence in yourself. No matter how extraordinary it is in physical terms if it shakes, it turns into the weak.

I have to get it back. But there's nothing I can do.

Take Aye's advice and visit the Baths alone, with both distraction and self-reflection.

But I felt nothing when I saw a spacious bath full of hot air and enthusiasm.

This is a wound. Arnold thinks.

It is also a wound that can be fatal to Arnold, who has taken strength above all else. A crack is running on my soul as a hunter. If I can't regain my confidence, I might be retiring from Treasure Hunter.

Spring this humiliation. Many times I thought about it, but my emotions never got high at all. At the same time you've lost consciousness, it's as if you've turned into another creature.

I don't know how I was fighting. I don't know how I was angry. I know by reason, but emotions don't work.

I tongue like I used to, and I walk with my chest up like I used to. But what I'm saying is, it's haribote.

We can still fix it now, but I guess Arnold will end up just as weak as the plating will sooner or later.

There were no other guests in the bathroom. Speaking of which, it's just been a long time since I've walked alone.

Ever since I became a hunter, mostly one of the party members was nearby.

I feel lonely somewhere. It was also a sentiment that Arnold could not have had before.

I felt like everything I did wasn't who I was. Everything - falls apart.

The next thing I know, I'm terrified of waving my sword. I am horrified that the worries of the ayes turn into disappointment. And most importantly, the next time I encountered that Thousand Changes, I was horrified that I didn't know what was going to happen to me.

That's all I've been thinking about, and I notice my big breakdown.

Apparently, Ay apologized to "Thousands of Changes" while Arnold passed out. I thanked you when I heard the report, but did Hao Thunder Blast have the same personality as that?

No. The answer is no.

Arnold has always made his own final decision, even considering Aye's advice. Arnold has borne all the blame.

Even if Aye apologizes, I'm going to put Keri on myself again. That's what Arnold thinks of a strong hunter. That's the guy who flashed Hao Lei.

I didn't know you'd spend so much time here even realizing it was that simple.

Once again, deep despair strikes Arnold.

And while I know that much, I'm disgusted with myself now that my body doesn't move right away.

Sigh loudly. It's a sigh where all the power I've accumulated falls out.

No more. I don't have to worry about it. I can't bear the lives of very party members in this state.

The Misty Thunder Dragon is nothing short of dissolving. We'll have to talk to the ayes when we get out of the bath. That is the responsibility to the party members who have followed Hao Thunder Blast so far.

Make sure you drag the heavy flesh and head slowly to the hot tub as if you were even buying time.

And then something strange crossed Arnold's sight as he tried to sink himself into a spacious hot tub.

Unexpectedly, consciousness becomes blank, slowly moving to loosen your head and gaze.

Unlike what I expected, there was no panic. I didn't faint, and my body didn't tremble.

"Thousands of Changes" was breaststroke in a hot spring.

Hot water is applied in an elegant motion, and the body, not even small, is moving on the water without sound.

It was just a shock. Just ask with a squeezing voice.

"!? Nah................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................." A Thousand Changes "?

It's not an illusion. Arnold's trembling voice makes Thousands of Changes rush to rise.

A big blister went up and the missing face between them looked at Arnold.