Summoned Slaughterer

One, two, three don't like flashy moves or moves.

If it is necessary, it will make a big move, and imitate the way it enters from the upper part of the country, but if it is only to kill people, I believe that it is only necessary to hurt one steeple point and as much as necessary. Although there was no opportunity in the previous world to practice, I have learned and reminded my body that I can efficiently kill an opponent by “breaking” and stopping movements that stimulate pain or arthropods.

It's important to know how “I could have killed it for nothing" and I don't choose moves to show it to anyone or because it looks good.

But the moves polished in that way had enough beauty to spark a dangerous fragrance but attract it.

"Wow......"

The first time Oliga saw one, two or three moves, she was totally in love with many of the moves she had never even seen in her adventurer life.

"Awesome indeed, but this is..."

By contrast, Kasha realized that he was only a swordsman who had fought in melee and that one, two, three moves were meant to kill humans efficiently.

"Master, who are you..."

There's a reason Kasha feels so uncomfortable with one, two, three moves.

There are wars and criminal murders everywhere in this world, but the fight against demons is closer than that.

Demons come in a variety of types, some with steeples similar to animals, while others are less likely to strike or slaughter.

There are also magical attacks and aids, and the battle with weapons in this world is concentrated in terms of how hard it strikes and slashes in. Most weapons were created for ruggedness over done and heavy mace, long swords, and cleavage, and less weapons presupposed interpersonal, like the spears the knights in the castle were equipped with.

There is also a bow, but it is mainly used for hunting and ends up first or twice simulated in the war.

In order to kill a creature, it is essential to train, empower, and make weapons heavy and hard, and martial arts as "efficient life-taking techniques” have not been born in this world.

In that world, one, two, three moves are heterogeneous everywhere.

(Looks like Atashi was bought by a very dangerous man...)

To be honest, one, two, three, about 170 cm tall, falls into a small category as a particularly combat man in this world. Not that it was muscular, so Kasha was half-hearted when it came to her husband's fighting power. I also thought what happened at the castle was quite exaggerated.

But it was the first time they had noticed the killing taking place in front of them. The story of the man who bought himself is never exaggerated. He said he was a man who sees himself as a cheap man, who behaves the same level of eating in the same seat against slaves, but who has a scare he doesn't know by appearance.

I'm scared, but I can't keep my eyes open. I've seen various men fight in my adventurous years, but I've never seen a man feel scared like one, two, three.

(This would be dangerous if you hadn't strained your mind. I feel like the blade of my body sticks around next door...)

Thoughts, fear wasn't the only thing in Kasha's eyes. While I thought it was dangerous, I also had feelings of respect for strong people.

Two of the four remaining enemies throw a small knife removed from their nostalgia.

The other two came in at the right time.

"Ho."

When one, two, three, puts his left hand against the chest of one of the men who came in exhaled, the body of the man who was lowering himself is softly upright, and two knives stab him in the back. Once spasmodic, the man collapsed without power.

Sliding through the approaching other side, one, two, three, runs toward the two who threw a knife abruptly.

Suddenly approaching one, two, three, the men quickly set up a knife, but they were bad opponents.

A sword swung to slip him in slashed one throat, pulling and slashing the other carotid artery intact.

Pull the knife back to hand, while approaching the opponent who earlier ignored it like a bouncing bow, without making a sound, insert a cut in the center of its neck.

Grab an overflowing knife from your opponent's hand and throw it with a snap ahead of you from your elbow. The knife, which flew at a terrible speed, stabbed deep enough to reach the back of his head from the tenth eyeball he was watching hiding in the shadows.

"I knew there were ten of you"

Dozens of seconds after the enemy was picked up, all the opponents died.

"Phew... I enjoyed it inside. Thank you."

One, two, and three narrowed their eyes to the men who had become untold corpses.

"Oh, shit."

Confirming that the return blood was not on the road, one, two, three, with their swords, shrugged with their heads.

"I've killed them all. I don't know who's paying for this."

"Could you let me look into this matter with the Knights? As for us, I care who these people are."

To Midas' suggestion, one, two, three erased his expression.

"So erase the evidence that shows a connection with the Knights in mind...?

"Ma, wait! These people really don't exist in our Knights! We are well aware of the danger of laying our hands on Lord Brave!

Midas was accidentally disturbed by the unintentional intimidation.

"Phew... okay. I can't even look into it anyway. You can do whatever you want."

"Or thank you"

Leaving Midas waiting for backup, one, two, three of them returned to the shopping area again.

(Is my surveillance good? Well, that's what I care about)

"Well, at the end of a fun event, let's go shopping we planned"

"Hey, hey."

I was about to walk out, and Kasha called out.

"What?

"It's the way your husband fought earlier, but I've never seen anything like it. Where the hell did you learn that?

"Uh... that one. In my hometown, it's not uncommon to fight like that. Me, too, but not many people in the country where I was born and raised have been blessed with their physique. You know, at one point, I kept fighting the country apart in as many parts as I could. That's the kind of environment you're from. Overcome the difference in power with moves, or efficiently kill your opponent in armor."

"Differences in power with moves..."

Oliga reacts better if she has something to think about.

"And then, on the battlefield, there was the custom of mowing your neck as a mark of taking over your enemies. There are a lot of moves to unbalance and hold them in."

"Ku, neck?

Neither Kasha nor Origa seem to have the image of a horrible tribe floating around, but one, two, three do not make any particular corrections.

"That's right. Bring the enemy soldiers and the general's neck back to your hips. So show them martial arts."

Well, we're talking about a big old battle, and the two slaves followed behind one, two, three walked out, blue-faced, adding, as they did.

The armoury store we reached was near the one where we ate. Weapons and armor are arranged in a narrow area in a convenience store.

It's further back, and the workshop seems to be on, but there's a collision and I can't see it.

This is also an introduction to Kasha, who used it before.

"Here, we'll have roughly all the weapons. And armor. I don't specialize, but I also have equipment for wizards."

Because of the exhilaration of being able to shop, Kasha's tension is a little high. I thought one, two, three, that there was this femininity, but this is a weapons store. Aside from himself, the scenery around him had nothing to do with cuteness.

Behind the store, beside the collision, my bearded, tall grandfather sat with a grumpy face.

"You guys."

Grandpa looked at Kasha and Origa with a stubborn expression.

"When did you become a slave when you thought you wouldn't see it for a while?"

Seeing the tattoo seen from the shoulder mouth of the piercing coat, my grandfather says in a sigh mix.

"Oh, there's a lot going on. This man is your husband now. Your husband, he's the owner of this shop, the Dwarf tribe Torn."

Introduced by Kasha, Grandpa turned his staring gaze to one, two, three.

(Whoa, is this the so-called dwarf? I've never seen the real one!

I'm excited about my first fantasy race, one, two, three.

So, the question arose.

"Is that it? Weren't humans and subhumans hostile?

"Well, there's a kid who doesn't know anything. It is the demons and beasts who interact with the humans. Our dwarves are scattered all over the world, brushing their arms, and the elves come out of their territory in the first place."

"Right. It's complicated."

As usual, it's a torn to stare at, but that's probably what he looks like originally.

"Well, whatever demons don't use weapons, beasts and humans can only be gold if they try to make us dwarves."

It seems that he is also a merchant soulful species.

"You'll know for yourself what kind of weapon you want. You don't have to worry about the amount, just pick whatever you want."

Torn just tells me to choose if I want to buy a weapon, and one, two, three tells Oliga and the others to be fat. In fact, the gold remains about a mountain.

"Are you sure? Normally, slaves are not allowed to arm themselves, and even if they do, they are given cheap items."

Oliga asked anxiously after a moment of joy in her face.

"You wouldn't be able to fight without arming yourself, would you? I don't care about the amount, but you should make sure that you use something that is easy to use or of good quality. Besides, we should try to avoid the possibility of weapons breaking during battle."

Kasha nodded next door to her husband's words, one, two, three.

"Your husband is right. You know a lot about boulders. Then I won't hesitate to let you choose. Come on, Origa. You have to choose your cane. You can't fight with magic, can you?

Kasha's words catch on to one, two, three.

(Can't use magic without a cane? Is that common sense in this world? I normally use dark magic...)

However, the stall owner and the slaver gatekeeper should have had no reaction to getting out of the dark. It may be an Origa trait after a while, but I don't see why there are so many canes on display that incorporate something like crystals and gems, in any way shaped like that used by wizards.

(There's still something I need to know about this world)

Again, I looked around at the product one, two, three, realizing that I had been flown to another world.

"Doesn't this look good on Origa?

"Kasha has long hands and legs, so I think she can even wear this much"

Hi, I hear a conversation like I'm shopping at a clothes store rather than a martial arts store, but I decided to leave one, two, three alone if that's the case.

Somehow, I felt like I was in trouble if I got caught up in a woman's shopping trip.

"Still, there are only five types of knives, one-handed swords, two-handed swords, axes, and mace. The only difference between leather and metal is the armor, and it's all part of the body that hardens into a gutter bee."

One, two, three, to Boyaki, Torn responds.

"What are you talking about? You. It would be dangerous if we didn't consolidate our defenses. Besides, the weapons we don't have here are like spears. I only use knights like that."

(I don't think so)

Apparently, the only way to be lightweight and lightweight is to turn it into leather, not metal, and there really is no other kind when it comes to weapons.

"For example, can I ask for a bespoke one? I need you to make some things."

At first I tried to tell them in words, but they didn't understand me inside, so I eventually let them prepare parchment and ink kettles and framed them for writing some drawings.

"This and this is a weapon, so you need to work out the iron properly and make it sturdy. And this is how it works here, so don't fix it..."

"You think this is a weapon? I've never seen it before, but how do you use it?

"Uh...... It's hard to explain in words, so if you make it, I'll demonstrate it."

Tell Torn, who is twisting his neck, some caveats, and one, two, three, gave him about twenty gold coins.

"An advance. I'll give you the rest when I've got things."

"Well, if you get paid, let's make it. Right...... give me three days. So let's make a street."

That's Dwarf, one, two, three were satisfied with the remarkable speed of work.

Now when I turned to the Origa's to go next, they apparently finished picking out the whole way.

"Have you made up your mind?

"Yeah, it's going to be a pretty good amount, okay?

One, two, three laughed frankly at the two of them holding the product looking sorry.

"We still have the money we split from the castle, so we'll be fine."

"... are you sure you're okay?

Kasha, anxious in a different way, but unable to change his belly on his back, asked one, two, three to wield metal armor and a straight sword. Some simple clothes to wear under armor.

What Origa chose was a wooden cane with a robe that neatly wrapped her small body and the same emerald stone as her eyes attached to her tip.

Twenty-two gold coins at least. Half of it is the amount of magic wand.

"Sorry......"

When I put the burden on him, I paid Oliga, who I feared firmly, with the right words not to worry.

"Isn't your husband buying something? Those unusual clothes aren't even demonic leather, are they? At least wear leather armor."

"Oh, are you worried about me?

"Hey, what are you talking about, husband..."

When one, two, and three told him to tear it up, Kasha blushed and nagged. Apparently, they don't have enough experience to let these conversations flow lightly.

My face and style are good, and I have a strange interest in how pure it is, even though Adventurer Inauguration was a man society.

"I don't need armor because it weighs. Weapons have this."

Touch the knife on your hips.

"I'm just a little noisy about weapons, too. I ordered some."

"! Is that the weapon of your husband's world?

Oliga's eating up again.

"Are you interested?

"Yes. Your husband told you earlier that even those without power have the skill to fight. If possible, I'd like you to teach me that technique."

Origa has asked me to stare straight at one, two, three.

"Right."

After years of brushing his arms not only with Japanese martial arts, but also with foreign martial arts, one, two, three, became happy to be told that he wanted to teach the technology.

"Oh, I want to learn Atashi too!

Kasha hastily announced her participation, and totally one, two, three is in a good mood.

"All right, then let me show you your strength once and for all. Then I'll give you guidance. Oliga's a wizard, isn't she? You do melee fights, too?

"I can only fight with magic now. But I knew I would regret not being able to fight under any circumstances..."

"Origa......"

Apparently, one, two, three thought it was going to lead to a reason for falling into slavery, but decided not to touch it. All I can think of is that stuff, what happens when I find out.

"That's settled. My guidance is strict, so be prepared."

"Yes, thank you"

"Husband, a little... No, I'd like to ask for quite a bit of relief"

Oliga and Kasha follow up with the gear they just bought into one, two, three that makes them feel totally better.

When I left the store, the sun was falling.

One, two, three, and the other two seem to have spent quite a bit of time floating around shopping.

I asked myself how obsessed I was with talking about weapons and choosing equipment, and all three of them were completely tense.

"... for now, it's an inn"

"... right"

The instruction of one, two, three began tomorrow.