Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

― ― Courtyard of the Olba Chamber of Commerce Headquarters.

Before Huta and Prim were taken out, the customers were waiting.

A man gazing out the window all the time while talking to beatricks. He stood low, like an iron stick that looked heavy on both hands.

Beatrice prepares his own chair and puts his cheek staff in the most overlooked spot.

"If the princess finds out I killed her, it would be troublesome. I'll tell you before I die, your honor is full of trample. I'm sorry."

"Nothing."

"Well, that's right. Either way, I hope you live to scratch your feet."

"... weapons spare?

"I'll get you ready for that. I'm relieved that I didn't work on it."

When Beatrice snips his fingers in trouble, one of his men comes to Futa with two bows.

Take it, check the weight, and the lid nods.

"--he's in my liver. A vigilante hired for a high price. At best, scratch your feet alive.

"... what are the winning conditions?

"What if I can stop it? If you kill him, he'll win, won't he?

"Okay."

Futa nodded and walked towards the guard stick.

A small stretch of beatrix that dropped off his back.

Prim closed his eyes by reading the emotions behind her eyes from next door.

Did I say beatrix or something? It's you. "

I wonder what it is.

Beatrix looked up at the prime as he picked up the candy from the side table he had placed and looked at the messy stuff.

Prim hits her straight with words.

"You're not really interested in a brawl."

……

Open your eyes lightly. Then she gently stroked her lips.

And then...

Pu

"What's so funny?

"It doesn't matter if you're interested or not, it doesn't change what you do. I'm not going to give you any more terms."

I don't know.

"Why don't you trust the merchant, not me? It doesn't change anything if you don't trust me."

"This guy....!

Beatrix turned his eyes toward Huta and the caution wand, as if he had lost interest from the prime.

"What is your purpose? You lied to me about your interest, and you pulled me out of this situation."

"It's time to shut up, loser."

"Yippee...."

The humiliating dialogues spill blood on Prim's head.

But I calmed down.

Defeater. That word is the answer of some kind of prime.

"... you were there?"

"Even the aristocrats bow their heads to me. That's what the top chambers of commerce are like. You're supposed to be invited."

Well, I knew the power of Fouta from the beginning.

You don't know that, do you?

"... eh?

Are you stupid? That said, Beatrice looked at Prim half-eyed.

"Even though I'm not a samurai, I don't know what you guys are capable of. All I know is that you're weaker than that guy."

"... gu"

"That's why I'm not interested.... but I know that my vigilante stick is strong on my bones. So I'll try to bump into it. If he dies, he dies, okay?

Prim gave up when it came to saying things that made people feel uncomfortable.

However, what does it mean that the strength of the guard stick stings the bone?

The answer came naturally out of Beatrice's mouth without asking.

"The one who drove my caravan all alone to ruin. You hired quite a few mercenaries. I almost died, too."

"Did you use him as a vigilante?

He hires a guard who has ruined his precious things.

Does this woman lack feelings of resentment and hatred?

Aren't you afraid of using people who come to kill themselves as watchdogs?

Beatrix laughed with his nose at Prim's question, packed with all those meanings.

"The world is gold."

Oh, my God.

I gave enough money to the man who came to kill me, bought him, and hired him for more money.

Neither the volume nor the measurement. Emotions, situations.

There was a true "manager" there who would solve it all with money.

"Yes, for example. - Maybe it's where the maid is."

"Oh, my God, you're in trouble with the chairman."

The man finally looked back after Futa had moved on.

When I was about 30 years old, maybe in my first half of the 30s.

Throw the right iron beard, stroke the beard and smile slightly.

"I'm Wind. I am a vigilante at the Olba Chamber of Commerce."

"... it's Futa."

"Yeah, I don't hear any rumors.... well"

He grabbed the swinging iron barrel and played around.

"--I 've heard the story. He said he visited the Chamber of Commerce to find someone important. And apparently our chairman has something to do with it."

"... I'm here to give you information about Corona."

How are you?

This iron barrel is a heavy weapon, even with Huta's strength.

Originally, dealing with two weapons in one would be amazing.

He shook the weapon lightly and looked at Uta while rotating it around to crush it at his leisure.

"I have a six-year-old daughter."

The words were muttered little by little.

Wind continues to look at her favorite smile as she raises her eyebrows to see what she suddenly says.

"Until recently, I was sick and vulnerable, and I needed money for one medicine and I was desperate. I did everything for my daughter. Kill, steal."

That's when Beatrice hired him, he says.

I owe you money. The rewards are high and loyalty to her is serious.

My daughter's medicine cost also came out lightly if she fulfilled the request. Not to mention whether the request was in accordance with the way of others.

But that's why he looks at Futa.

"You have the same eyes as I did back then. I owe the chairman... but I don't want you to regret it. --Go get your loved ones."

……

Wind knows.

I was listening to you in the room. And he knows that Beatrix doesn't have an eye for "battle."

I will be eight hundred long, but I will not reveal it. Yes, he wants to say.

"Thank you for your concern."

--Earlier, behind Beatrice, he had been listening.

You're not a bad person, are you?

If it's for something important, it's just to kick off ethics and morality, and it's a real person to live in a normal life. That is, someone with values similar to Futa's.

That's probably why it was a proposal, and it's actually a thankful proposal.

We don't have time. I'm in a hurry. And a man named Wind certainly seems strong.

However, the proposal did not shake the lid.

But please stand by.

Not because I promised her.

Even if there was no regret for the Eight Hundred Chiefs, Huta would have made the same choice.

Because.

"I don't mean to take it personally."

After an arrangement with Beatrix. Only Prim was aware of it.

Transformation of the fouter with an unusual reduction in the number of mouths.

A fierce fighting spirit reaches the wind.

"--I 'm full right now... and I'm going to kill you by accident."

"Nh!"

I don't know what's going on with her now.

A woman named Beatrice almost certainly came into contact with her.

I don't care what happens next.

Futa's heart was full of anxiety and anxiety.

I can't afford to look at other things, and I don't have any shards.

Haha

Wind laughed without thinking.

"I see. This is definitely..."

Beyond that, I didn't feel like talking about it.

He said he could really die.

So, do your best.

Grip the iron barrel with a cold, sweaty hand to respond to the battle.

Very well, young man.

The wind of the clouds is pouring! ▼

The start signal is black clothes.

Beatrix just raised his mouth to see what was happening.

But the only miscalculation of beatrix is.

It was a mistake to see the power of Futa.

--Futa is not a "gladiator."

Just "unemployed."

Yes, but that's why I can't fight a gladiator. I can't even fight assassins. You can imitate. It's impossible to cut back.

So it depends on how the opponent fights.

There was no hesitation in killing someone in front of you, a murderer.

That is.

"Gu, OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

A blow is shaken out.

Its mercilessly life-targeting iron blade is a murderous blade that harvests life with minimal effort.

If you give me a blow to the head, I'll be fragile and deadly.

Human beings die most easily when they are conscious.

That is why a weapon that must be defeated by a single blow must be prevented, even if it is wrong.

On the contrary, any defense must be discarded in order to avoid the blow.

That's it.

--It was just a mission imposed on Wind Earth Notebook, which was smashed into the outer wall.

"... what?

Beatrix inadvertently leaks his voice, but that kind of thing makes no sense to the two of us fighting.

"- There it is!

"Gu, uhhhhhhhhh!!

Prevent a blow and be blown to the ground by its power 2-3 times.

When you finally regain your posture and get up, the blunt lightning immediately shakes right in front of you.

At the same time, the shock that broke the earth echoed throughout the Mansion.

"Well, that's not... that's not cool."

"Not yet....!!

Mimicry: Wind Earth Notebook

The iron barrel that was struck by the earth exerted its full power and caused a crack to run on the ground.

With that recoil, the lid approaches the wind and chases violently with the iron barrel of his left hand.

I can't wait for Wind.

A weapon called iron barrel is not designed to protect anything.

It is a strike weapon that can be used as a murder weapon because it is a mass of iron that is beaten, crushed, and has the momentum.

The more you defend yourself, the more your weight becomes, and the more you shake your weapon, the more damage you hear when you're hit, the more fatigue you get.

Therefore, the Ironclad used one side of the offensive.

The raging violence is like a storm. It does not tolerate a single counter-attack and knocks the opponent's blade down.

It was supposed to be a wind of iron masons who knew it better than anyone else.

That's why.

Isn't the man in front of you an angel?

It's like a skilled technique that I've been accompanying for years.

And just like you, you know how to push a man in front of an iron barrel.

If you take a blow from the front of the incoming iron barrel, it's just before the next iron barrel is shaken. Like a squeezed bow, the iron barrel is shaken to the right and to the left.

Precision and fast shooting.

It was because of the winds that I was accustomed to interacting with life that I understood that each one of them was really enough to reap my own life.

Once you understand, you have no choice but to keep taking it.

"... haha, this is it!

Unexpectedly, a laugh leaked from Wind's mouth.

From one man to the next, the iron barrel in front of him is aiming for Wind's emergency.

There is no hesitation at all, and the wind on the defense side breathes out as quickly as possible.

And then...

――

The moment when the sharp eyes and the eyes of the wind stagger. Indeed, the wind atrophied.

He's definitely coming to kill us. Its ruthlessness is the same as its former self.

I had to admit it. A man named Huta is more overwhelming than himself.

Nothing. This is not a killing match.

You don't have to win much.

The reward is great, but my daughter is fine now.

And for him, his daughter's life - and hence his support - is the most important.

Here Wind dared to invite a heavy blow from Futa.

"─ ─"

The lid is twitching.

It's not a gap, but it's a critical blank.

It is impossible to consciously create it without more martial arts.

Whether he has the skill to do it or not - Futa knows.

He has the power to make the invitation.

But there was also a reason to dare to take the invitation.

It is not bad to go to a hit-and-run here - considering the short-term settlement.

And even if this gap was an invitation - Wind doesn't have anything more than a fouta.

The trajectory of the opponent's skill, which can be seen from imitation.

"I thought they spotted me... but I dared to come aboard"

"Still, you just hit me from above."

"--Well, sure. It's not an invitation to defeat."

It was just too much to prevent because it was the only way to do it.

If you think of a weapon called an iron barrel and a combat style that holds two of them and swings them around, if you get just one blow, you will die.

If the exact aim of the emergency is flying in, it is a respite.

That's why we had to take it with iron barrels.

Invite Futa's iron barrel into the gap created - the purpose of the invitation is to use its own iron barrel.

I made a distance between myself and Fouta once.

That's bad. The huta on the offensive is overwhelmingly advantageous.

--That's what Wind said. And then...

"--no, you're strong."

Last words.

Suffering from the blow of an all-out iron barrel, the wind blew up with momentum.

I didn't have to chase him.

He chose the end himself - he crashed into the tree from his back and fell.

"... no. I'd love to play the game again."

"Yes, then."

I know Huta with the iron barrel.

This was the most unscathed way to defeat Futa, who had been beaten so seriously that he might kill her.

The wind may not be stronger than the fouta, but it was a good vigilante for survival.

The result is a winning huta.

Take a breath and turn around.

"Well, I'll give you what you promised me, Beatrice."

The little box she was playing with.

And what she will know about Corona.

With the intention of pulling it all out, Huta stared at her.

As a result, the beatrix is beyond sight.

"Uhh... you're kidding, right?

My trusted vigilante was blown away with overwhelming rhetoric.

While dressed up as calm, he pulled the corner of his mouth up vigorously.

At her feet, the cupcake she had been picking was rolling.