That Ordinary Mister is a War God

"There's a fire bear!

Someone screamed and the village panicked.

A fire bear is a powerful demon.

It is a terrible being with stiff fur, including ordinary swords and bows and arrows, and rigid arms that crush huge rocks in one blow, and spit out more fire to make the village a sea of fire.

"Run! Run anyway!

"Rent a horse from the village chief and let the city run! Call the Adventurer!

There is no such thing as a vigilante in a small village.

Some men stand up to stop the fire bear with mulberries, sickles and sticks.

The fire bear stood up only on the back leg and threw out fire.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

There is no such thing as villagers.

Even though they say they are conscripted and trained in combat, they are the ones who were less qualified as warriors.

Those of high aptitude have become knights, join the national army, become adventurers, and become private soldiers of lords.

No matter how proud the Empire said it was of its finest national and military power, it couldn't be as elite as those who just couldn't be combatants.

Fire bears cleave people with sharp nails as they grin and blow them with rigid arms.

And chased the escaping people.

The speed at which a fire bear runs is comparable to a horse, and a normal person cannot escape first.

With the little girl in her left arm, the fire bear circles in front of her mother, who was desperately running away with her right hand pulling the boy's hand.

I attacked him from behind but went all the way around because the fire bear has a cruel desire to enjoy the fear of the person who attacked him.

"Hih..."

The mother turns bright blue and comes to the spot.

My husband is unlucky to be out of the village at work and I can't count on him.

"This - go away -!

The boy picks up the pebble that was rolling nearby and throws it at the fire bear.

Of course that couldn't have gone through.

"Ggaaaaaa!"

The fire bear barked deliberately.

"Hih!"

The mother frightens, the girl cries out, and the boy trembles and throws again with a stone in his hand.

Moving him was a sense of purpose: "I protect my mother and sister more than I have a father".

In an attempt to ravage such little courage, the fire bear slowly approaches.

The mother holds her son in her arms and hugs him all the time.

The fire bear turned the target into his mother, and the moment he shook up his right arm, a strong impact struck his side of the head.

A giant fire bear rising taller than a two-story building and supposed to boast a weight commensurate with it, spins one turn and clashes to the ground.

"Somehow I was right to be willing to stop by"

I said it was the person who kicked the fire bear, a cloak on a black hood, and a dubiously windy man wearing a white mask.

He is a benefactor who helped me to the point of danger if I tried being a mother and child.

But the fire bear rose, not dead yet, with a roar of anger.

They interrupted a good time for the Fire Bear, which was to slay the indolent human being.

There was a reason to be angry as a fire bear, but the man in the mask laughs coldly.

"If you run back and never attack a human again, I've also considered missing it."

The fire bear responded to the man's words by spitting fire.

Screaming from the mother and the boy, but soon disappears.

Because I realized that the golden light wrapping the man's body was turning into a wall and bouncing the fire back.

"Elves."

When a man says so, a lot of arrows of light appear and fly to the fire bear.

Countless bloodshed broke through the furs and muscles that should easily wear iron weapons.

"My light, tearing apart the darkness of calamity, showing no hope to the people..."

The man snaps in a whisper.

The villagers who watched from where the fire bear was defeated cheered at the same time.

"Oh, thank you very much for the danger."

The mother finally stood up and thanked her.

"This is one of my roles"

"Um, what's your name?

"Bartolomeus"

Bal turns his back on them when he names them.

"Ah, you are Master Bartolomeus!?

Exactly the name of Bartolomeus seemed to be known even in the small villages of the region.

A boy calls and talks about him trying to leave.

"I want to be stronger! Enough to protect your mother and sister! What am I supposed to do!?

"Strength is kindness. Kindness is knowing weakness. Don't forget how weak and regrettable you are. Be nice to the weak. That's a step toward strength."

Baru, who stopped his leg, turned around and replied gently to the boy.

"Be nice to the weak...?

"Trying to protect my mother and sister. You were strong. A child like you who can work hard to protect someone will surely be a fine adult."

"So, can you?

The boy seemed anxious.

"I can."

"Ugh, yeah! Good luck!"

The boy wet his tears with his sleeves, smiling and waving at the back of the man leaving.