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

Blood freezes. Life falls out. Arnold is forced to exaggerate his emotions and stare at the man in front of him by the cold that he rarely feels even in a foggy country.

Barrel...... so!?

The name sounded familiar. This is the guy Ruda and the others were talking about, asking to be nominated for The Thousand Changes.

Barrel Bandits. A band of bandits who have been making noise about Gladys territory lately.

But the men surrounding Misty Thunder Dragon obviously don't fall into the category of bandits or anything.

In Arnold and his hometown, thieves were unscrupulous travellers who walked outside without escorts and criminals who attacked the weak, such as the merchant corps.

Many of them were much weaker than treasure hunters, and bandits regarded as strong enemies were much less qualified than hunters. In fact, Arnold has also dealt with him many times.

But the barrel in front of me is different.

Different scale. Different arms. Different strength. Trained young and old, organizational ability to send in a large number of associates. When it comes to scratches, the depth of caution to put a blow in Arnold and even apply the lashes to the poison.

Whatever the subject is in the small countryside, the city of Sulphur is quite large. Sure, he's not very defensive, but he's not the kind of city that can strike so lightly.

Ei is unexpected, too, looking at the gaps around him with a rugged look on his face.

"Ha, ha... fool, yeah. Is this, Zebuldia's, bandit, that much?"

I was wondering if there was any intention when I heard that the request for nomination made to level 8 was a bandit crusade, but this trick also convinces me that it was a level 8 request.

The poison was eroding Arnold's entire body, which was supposed to be highly resistant. My heart aches with stiffness, and every second that goes by, my powers fall out.

Pretty strong poison. I was fortunate not to die instantly.

A man snorts out of his heart at Arnold, whose breath also spoke constantly.

"Oh? We're the ones with the barrel! I have trouble getting you to join the bandits around here. We're invincible! Perfect maneuvers, perfect control, strongest leaders, defeat is impossible! And crush the famous Thousand Changes in Imperial Capital and we'll make even more leaps!!

It was too arrogant a word for a dickhead bandit to put out.

But I'm not anxious about the look on the man's face. As if, absolutely powerful, I am convinced of victory.

"Huh... you really think you can win? Huh!?

"If you can win, you have to be sure, Barrel can't move. Eh!... hey you guys, what are you doing!? Don't kill as many residents as you can, take them hostage if you have to, Oyaji said! Just keep it in captivity and like it after you kill Thousands of Changes! They're protecting this place anyway. It's no big deal!

A man yells at the rear, towards the security room near the gate.

Hostage. It's an effective tactic in some cases.

Treasure hunters are basically just. The effect would be immense for The Thousand Changes, widely known in this imperial capital. Even if the hostages can be attacked and repelled in disregard, defamation is inevitable.

To that extent, that constantly floating man - though I don't even think it will shake.

Aye sends his gaze. There is no sign or anything in particular, but I know what I want to say.

Now we have to run. Too many enemies, and if all of them have poisonous weapons, it's a bad thing. For once, we should pull back and check the situation and rebuild our attitude.

I guess the only reason they don't jump right away is because time is on their side. The man who has been attacking by poison knives is arrogant, but well understood Arnold's prowess. I'm going to make sure Arnold can no longer stand and then shrink the circle in earnest.

It was licked. Bite your tongue hard and put your strength into the hand placed on the pattern.

My fingers, my arms trembled. It's as if it's no longer my body.

But - I can shake it. Still, I can wave the sword. It's level seven because you can shake it here.

Arnold growled in a plundering voice, waving up the great sword he was using to support his body.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Huh!?

A man opens his eyes and leaves after putting his amazement on his face.

A sword consisting of thunderdragon material - "Hao Thunder Flashing" responds to the Lord's request and wraps up thunderlights.

One blow. You can only shoot one blow. Once it's down, you can't lift it again.

I can scold the weak and trembling flesh and put all my strength into it now. I don't think my golden eyes are weak. It emits a swordswallowing glow.

And - Arnold slammed the strongest blow he could shoot at himself right now to the ground.

Even in a debilitating state, Arnold's blow played its part.

The cobblestones that were laid down with the roar bounce hard and fly, and to the awesome flash that filled the perimeter, the faces of the bandits that the man had surrounded him take a few steps back.

At that time, Aye had passed his arms through Arnold's armpits, supporting his body.

Power falls out of both hands and the Great Sword rolls down the ground. At that time, there is a thick mist surrounded by Arnold's fellow demon conductors. It's a level of thick fog you can't see an inch ahead of you, you can't move properly in unfamiliar humans.

Of course, the Arnolds are used to those situations in foggy countries.

Superior treasure hunters have one of the means of escape.

Beyond the dark milky fog, I hear a rushing voice. Make sure Aye drags you around and moves.

It's a desperate situation now. Thoughts of amputation, but the sword of love has to be thrown away.

With his shoulders in charge, he also breathes constantly and intimidates.

"Huh... now, watch. Regret, I'll let you."

"Oh man, even in this state, if you come with Mr. Arnold - or something like that - where are you headed?

I don't know what's going on around me, but definitely my people should be following me. There is no better than a Nebulanubes warrior in sense of direction or perceived ability in fog.

Arnold answers without hesitation to the bewildered and inspiring voice of one arm.

"Outside, not good. It's a shame, but go to the man in" The Changing Thousand "..."

He said earlier that it was a fluke not to let him out of the city. Then, besides the members who were there, they should be keeping people for surveillance.

That's not just a band of bandits. I have not yet settled my anger for "Thousands of Changes," but I do not missee the situation.

Enemy enemies are... enemies.

"Heh. I thought Mr. Arnold would say that."

When Aye grinned like he had eaten a person as usual, he lightly re-took charge of Arnold's giant and began walking fast.

§

Get your breathing ready. Swallow a sense of impatience that springs up into a situation that doesn't go as you wish, Tino releases a slash to flow in the mood of tearing.

The front was more glued than I imagined. The opponent is understated, but has a large number of people. It's Tino who's at a disadvantage, especially when he gets into the other guy's run, who really decides.

Tino had already undressed the yukata he had finished. We know what the defensive performance of yukata was anyway, and it's deadly to have your foot in the way. If you have all the enemies around you, you have no underwear or embarrassment.

The contrast between the white skin and the black underwear I bought when I went shopping with my sister was vivid. Slightly more cautious breasts shake with intense movements compared to the general average, causing sweaty balls to slide off on snowy white skin.

"I'll do it. Neh!

"Huh!"

Tino doesn't answer.

A woman in a blade-proof vest who had stripped off her yukata in the same way and stepped back and restrained the dagger released to tread heavily in and shake it up. There were three men on the ground who had already challenged melee fights, but there were still seven left.

It had already passed long ago. No, Tino understood that as soon as he started, he couldn't defeat enough.

They're buying time. Probably understood that defeating Tino would cause damage and switched.

The way the opponents fought was to use the advantages of numbers. We are used to fighting those who are stronger than ourselves. To be more precise, I am used to winning with all my hands.

To that fact, I won't stop moving while biting my lips. I can't withdraw.

I couldn't turn my back. Tino is already under wide siege.

Turn your back, and the knife will fly. Regardless of the power, the accuracy is certain. It is also likely that the poison has been painted. I could never take it.

Tino is stronger than anyone besieged, but he doesn't have as much speed as Shadow Out.

But even Tino has reinforcements. It's your sister and your sister, Citrine.

The raiders in front of us are probably part of a massive organization. If your sister and Citrine noticed something strange, they'd be the first to come and help. The woman in front of her said that she had captured two of the Mourning Ghosts, etc., but there is no way that her skilful sisters would lose, unlike Tino and others. It goes without saying.

Beat the knife flying from the right off with a dagger, taking care not to touch its blade, avoiding slipping the knife released from the elusive left.

Your sister's Spartan education extends to anti-ranged attacks. It only takes place when you have a recovering brother, Anthem, but Tino was knifed all over again and again. And the throwing speed of The Shadow is not the ratio of raiders in front of you.

Compared to a hell of a workout, it's like stopping the movement in front of you.

I have confidence in avoidance techniques. And it was also an essential skill in fighting solo.

"That's what I said about the ghost of mourning when I heard the sound."

"Huh... don't lick me!

"It's like a monster, a stamina."

I don't lose my cool. The more pressed you are, the sharper your concentration becomes.

It's been a long time since I've been spilled. There are few things that I thought would kill me.

The woman in front of me was moving dull. Unlike Tino, I guess I've never been run until I fell every day. Mana Materials is said to be absorbed into critical situations, and she must have never been made to do a real mess of hell that would be half-killed if caught in a treasure house.

I remembered the movement when my body was wearing a mask. But not enough. I don't have enough power.

Tino weighed the blow out of step then. If the masked ability is to tap into potential, then Tino must still have a way to go.

The rush begins to mix with the look on the face of the woman who was able to afford it, to Tino, who has no blunt movement whatsoever. The kick blurs its abdomen and evades the thrust of Tino's fist in vain and great retreat. Tino felt scared by the move.

Everything so far - everything your sister taught you - is empowering Tino.

Go. Step in to flow and fold.

The knife released to restraint by his buddies totally had Tino's blind spot, but the wind cut alone dodges it. The kick pierces the belly wrapped in a black vest, and the tip of the flashing dagger shallowly hurts the woman's shoulder.

A moment of agitation runs on the woman's expression in pain. Red and black blood drips over white skin.

"If we all throw down our weapons and surrender, we won't take them to life"

"Oh... what a sweet thing..."

I can win. If you say it's sweet, Tino's not used to killing your sisters yet.

Of course, I'm not going to hesitate. Demons and people, the same life. But if I don't have to kill him, I've never crossed it.

Tino stares and bites her lips like a woman was barometric. At that time, I heard an unexpected voice from behind.

"Hey, we're off! We got Thousands of Changes!

"Huh!?

It was an unexpected voice. The upset was momentary.

The moment I turn around, I get a body hit by a woman and fall into the floor.

Did you get stabbed, a strong fever runs in your abdomen. But Tino couldn't afford to care less and gave her head up.

What came into Tino's sight was the figure of a skinny man with his hands tied, cloth bagged and taken by five men. You're being monkey-guffed, trying to speak up, but you haven't been able to say anything.

Besides being here, did you have company...? I expected reinforcements, but I didn't know you were already exploring the inn -.

Stand up slightly, but your vision blinks at the sharp pain running into your abdomen. There are unlimited stabbing experiences, but the pain is different than usual. Was it poisoned as expected?

I was alarmed. Not very much, but I can't move until earlier.

The woman holding onto her shoulder says with a surprised look.

"That's so light - really, it's" a thousand changes "?

"I checked all the rooms. There are no other customers. Definitely!"

"Well done! I'm sorry. I got your leader."

A woman opens her eyes and smiles furiously.

The retreat was as rapid as it appeared. The women leave the entrance as if the waves were pulling.

Tino could only dismiss it.

§ § §

"Open-air bath for the cranhouse too, let's make it...... I wonder if Eva will piss me off...... Lucia will scold me"

I rubbed my eyes with a big stretch as I floated in the hot water.