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

Walk in the wide hallway with quick feet to keep your yukata undisturbed.

It's been over a week since I've come to this inn, so I knew the structure of the inn. Most of the innkeepers already know each other.

Yukata, which is long to the feet, is very difficult to run, but I think this is also a training exercise.

I can't imagine at all what it would be like for Tino to grill on a tatami or eat tea and sweets together (other than 'happiness', of course), but I'll leave the question behind.

Tino is just a level 4 hunter. There's no way I know how deeply I feel about it, and all I can do is follow its instructions faithfully.

I have done so before, and I will continue to do so. I don't know what Tino said, but I believe in him.

Through a wooden hallway where no one is, heading to the front desk. In one corner of my head I was counting numbers all the time.

They told me to be within enough, so I have to go back within enough. I wouldn't scold you if you crossed the time line, but that's Tino's pride problem.

Just when I got to the lobby, the yukata staff was about to come out from behind the counter at the reception.

It's a female staff in a special grey yukata. Intense makeup, short cut hair. In that face and standing unrecognizable, for a moment, Tino opens his eyes.

The staff were also surprised at the appearance of Tino, whose neat brows moved pickly.

There were no other guests in the lobby. Without the security guards who always stood at the entrance and guarded, the face-to-face staff who had their respectful gaze on Tino, who had achieved dragon killing, are not visible as one.

The landscape itself is peaceful, but for some reason Tino felt something suspicious about the current situation.

The female staff, who was facing each other, approached me with a smiling smile.

"This... Customer. What can I do for you?

"... I want you to separate the sweets from the tea. With sweet treats."

"I understand. I'll bring it to your room right away."

"Helpful"

Only a luxury inn is available and the quality of service is certain. It will be delivered soon.

Relax, turn around.

- And I checked my back in a flowing motion without stopping.

Whether it was an unexpected move or a smiling female staff face strengthens. On its right hand is a small knife that should not have been earlier gripped.

"Huh!"

The knife is swung down as it is, but Tino is not blunt enough to take the blade down in front of his eyes.

Step back and avoid a knife about ten centimeters across the blade. The blade is painted black, the pattern is short, and there is little reach.

The weapon was clearly not intended to be used in close range combat. Though not used against phantoms and demons, Tino and the hunters call the knife "Assassin Knife" a knife that is small, portable, and not for throwing.

It is a weapon for assassination, not to defeat demons or phantoms, but to unintentionally punish humans.

The woman's face distorts in amazement.

There is no upset. I'm just unconsciously in the mood for rips, like I'm doing in training, and I step in and release my fists at the same time.

The frown of the staff member who received it on his chest distorts for a moment. Tino bit his lips at his immaturity.

Shallow. Failed.

The 'enemy', who softened the impact by flying one step behind him, restarts it while holding his chest.

Hardly any damage. The step was sweetened because of the difficult to move yukata. If it was my usual outfit, I would have done less damage. However, if Tino was your sister, she would have been able to disable herself during one breath, even if she was dressed the same way.

The appearance of the enemy in front of me had not changed since the beginning. I don't see any willingness or will to kill from a person's favorite face, but its standing and dancing are unlikely to be sophisticated by ordinary people.

"... oh how did you figure that out?

"Enough, they tell me to come back. We don't have time for extra chatter."

Okay, needless to say why. It is a gift of education. Tino has been educated from day to day to be careful that he can fight no matter when or when he becomes an enemy around him.

And that was also the experience of your sister, Liz Smart.

Exactly when a dragon appeared in the hot spring, I was surprised, but invisible guards, unrecognizable staff and even immature Tino if the discomfort accumulated so far.

Fortunately, the woman in front of you doesn't seem that strong. At least if you fight Tino one-on-one, there will be armaments up on Tino's side, even if you can't get your usual strength out.

The ability to extinguish killing is a big deal, but the assassin is originally unsuitable for battle from the front, on the other hand, where he can defeat the upper hand with a single blow. Hunters who are unfamiliar with interpersonal may have a few eyes, but Tino is used to interpersonal combat when he is beaten up by his sister.

The woman tells Tino to breathe and stare like she's in trouble.

"I'm here... I can't believe there's such a small escort - if I didn't realize it... I wouldn't have to make you feel painful in vain..."

……

"Hey, if you don't mind telling me? You……… Ghost of Mourning, right? Liz or Citrie, which one?

"I'm not going to name you"

I was shocked not least by the misguided language, but did not put it on the table. Don't give them extra information for no reason.

The woman sighed small, staring at Tino with a sharp eye.

"............... well, fine. To this extent, it's within your assumptions... hey, you guys!

Frowning at the reinforcements that appeared from behind the counter.

That number, ten. Age and gender are fragmented, but few are strong. Remove the hunters from those walking down the road in the Imperial Capital, and if you take the ten appropriately, it will be the kind of lineup that has just appeared before you.

It's a big organization. Tino holds off the samurai tremor and spins his head.

Each person's abilities are not higher than those of Tino, but the standing is very natural and sophisticated. Without training, this won't happen.

Perhaps it is also to deceive people's eyes that their abilities are not that high. Squeeze the amount of Mana Materials and shake the remaining ones into a pseudo. Otherwise you won't get the pseudo so far. I don't think the people in front of me have the "Thousand Changes" level fiction.

I'm not an amateur... This is where we can bring all the people who can blend in without alerting the others. However, it also appears that the information is flawed from the appearance that Tino is mistaken for "The Mourning Ghost".

One of the reinforcements - a boy who looked younger than Tino - looked up at the woman with an unexpected look.

"Is it a failure"

"That's Ghost of Mourning. That sounds awesome. It's not like the Peaceful Knights. No............... come back long enough, could it have been?

"I can't believe you're attacking me, knowing the name of The Mourning Ghost."

Oh, my God, no fate.

Even Tino can beat him, no matter how many he had. He'll be subdued with a pinkie.

Sure, a lot of people. The number of people is large, but compared to the sense of despair I felt the moment I saw [Castle of Ten Thousand Demons], I wonder what it is like to be human.

Even Tino has survived a thousand trials.

Be prepared. I've never dealt with a large number of people so far at a time, but even if there were ten, not all ten would attack me at once. Tino Shade should be able to do it.

I'm ready. Place your right hand through the matching of your yukata and pull out the dagger from the belt that was wrapped around your trunk. I hadn't carried it with me until this time, but the Baths battle had grown Tino.

Tino is good at body surgery, but he also fixes daggers. Sharpness is essential if we are to deal with numbers.

I'm not going to question you. What can I do? You'll know who you are. The only thing Tino could say was to get some tea and sweets and come back long enough.

Those who appear before their eyes are nothing but obstacles to the trials imposed on Tino.

The unidentified 'enemy' surrounding Tino did not change one complexion when he saw the weapon. On the contrary, the woman who was pretending to be a staff member tells her as if to mock her.

"I don't know anything. Poor thing - for this matter, the foresight of The Changes is no big deal."

……

It's a nasty provocation. I'm not going to lend you an ear.

A woman said something incredible to Tino that concentrated her spirit, even as she lowered her eyebrows like she was upset.

"Good thing we're - we've already captured two of the Mourning Ghosts. No matter how prestigious the party is, we can't beat all of you."

Extreme concentration sharpens the spirit. I can see the others behind the woman moving their arms with very few, minimal movements.

"None"

The word instantly upsets Tino, but quickly turns into a murmur.

In a knife thrown from all sides, he avoided four in retreat, played one with a dagger, and Tino stepped hard toward the disrespectful people in front of him.

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"Whoa... you avoid that posture - the ambush was perfect, but the hunter is a monster. You're right to aim for him."

"Huh... who is it?"

A man distorts his lips and laughs. I stare, but the expression doesn't even shake the dust.

He was a middle-bodied man. The possessions were few and didn't look like hunters, but the things they did didn't belong to the usual people. Pull out the back sword while frowning at the back pain. The men's companions scatter and grin slightly as they surround the carriage of The Misty Thunder Dragon.

We are fortunate that Arnold turned away from the steeplechase. The wounds on his back are never shallow, but he is a hunter of war with Arnold. It's not a good idea to bleed for a long time, but it doesn't interfere with the fight to this extent.

The golden sword is already in your hand. I'm certainly agile about what I'm doing, but it's not enough to trick a Level 7 hunter.

Ei and the others were already in a combat position. Looking at the aides who pull out their weapons and surround them doesn't change the man's floating attitude.

Someone is unknown. I don't remember buying a grudge in this Zebuldia.

"You're not Changing, are you? I hear you're a good guy too - damn, I didn't know there was such a high level hunter in this city... but unfortunately it's our rule not to let them all out when they attack the city..."

"Thousands of Changes," he said!? No way, is it that guy's ruse again? Anger erases dull pain.

But even in such anger, Arnold felt strongly uncomfortable.

Weird. It's strange that such a grand daytime attack has taken place, and the fact that it hit Arnold and the others in the first place is a stupid act in itself.

The man in front of you and his crew are certainly skilled there, but they are inferior to The Misty Thunder Dragon. It shouldn't be so immature that you don't know the difference in strength -.

That's all I thought about, my vision swayed unexpectedly big.

For a moment, I thought it was an earthquake, but no.

Turn the sword you were holding down, pierce it, and endure to fall somehow. A tremor of incompetence strikes his whole body, and his power falls out of his whole body.

"Mr. Arnold!?

"Hey, finally, did it work - even the mighty one for phantom beasts is really sturdy"

"Poison." Plus, a level of extremely powerful poison that works on level 7 Arnold.

Treasure hunters tend to gain physical ability with the power of Mana Material, but on the other hand, resistance systems tend to be neglected.

Arnold can still deactivate all human poisons like they are commercially available, but the poison he receives is not such a viable thing.

The heat dissipates from the body. No pain, but that's just creepy.

What did you get? - What I could afford was waiting for the poison to work for me.

Eat up your teeth, put all your strength into it, and lift your head. I get eyes like a man even a rare beast sees.

Soon, tourists were gathering around, mainly Arnold and his carriages.

That number, not ten or twenty. Most of them do not carry prominent weapons, some of them dressed like merchants.

Each had an interesting gaze at Arnold and the others.

Why doesn't anybody speak up? For a moment, such a question passes behind my brain, but I immediately think of an answer.

It's not that I don't raise my voice. All these guys...

"Let's name it. It's no use naming us anyway, but we live in the shadows, but sometimes we want to sell our names like hunters."

A man chuckles with his teeth out. Its eyes looked down on Arnold in disgrace on the shore.

Each one of them that surrounds him takes his weapon from under his clothes. There's no sign of a guard coming who's supposed to be protecting the city.

"We're - barrels. Sneaking like a shadow, people and things take everything away like a flame. Make it the strongest bandits - the ones who will kill the strongest."