That Person. Later on…

That was the fourth day towards Ausen. As we were cleaning up after Nojuku, Floyd noticed a man coming this way. Stop cleaning up and we'll turn our attention to the man. As the man slowly walked over here, he stopped at a critical place where each other's attacks would arrive. The man was dressed close to an unlimited number of light outfits, his legs were wearing deep green tights, he had a fine sword on his hips, and his face was there good and cut long eyes, but his eyes felt so annoying somehow. Is the man a habit, teasing his forehead and looking at us with such worthy eyes?

"I was wondering if you guys would be there, too? You think you can win or something?

"... what?

"Yes? Does that feel like a deception? Me, you know what I mean? You're the challengers, aren't you? I mean, you feel like my rival, don't you?

I want to hit you with one shot for now.

"... what's a challenger?

When I asked you what I was talking about, your response came back from Mr. Grave.

"Wazzy boy, you didn't know? Haosui, the brave man in the north who currently lives in Hot Springs Street Ausen, has publicly declared that he will be the daughter-in-law of those who beat him. So, a guy who's confident in the strength of being all over the continent challenges him, but he still hasn't lost, so when I defeat him, all kinds of guys are challenging Haosui."

"Phew..."

Are you still pretty strong and gothic about not losing?

"Bye! I mean, you guys, uh, I mean, that's what this is all about, right?

I want to say what it is. I mean, I forgot about you for a while. Were you still there? Just go home.

"So maybe you guys should take down Haosui with your cowardly hands, now I'll do it!! Like what? Finally, I think I'll get you some money too? Like."

Ira!!

The point is, isn't this how you do bandit tricks here? duck the guy who comes to the challenge. Is that pretty strong? It doesn't look that way. Besides, this is me, Mr. Grave, the S-rank adventurer, and Floyd, the Inchequi Butler. Apart from Floyd, I don't think we're gonna lose. But without conveying such an idea, the man in front of him does not stop messing with his hair, he pulls out his fine sword with his empty other hand and points his cut at us. I just wanted to get this over with, and Floyd came out in front of me to get out one step ahead of me but block the way ahead.

"This kind of guy, Master Waz, won't even have to put his hands down directly. I'll take care of this."

"What? No, that's fine. I'm just gonna finish this."

"Well, wait, Wazzy boy. Let's leave this place to Floyd. I've seen Wazzy's strength on the ship, but I've never seen Floyd fight. I just want to make sure Floyd's a little strong here."

... I don't care how strong Floyd is, but I'm interested in how to deal with it.

"Well, I left it to Floyd"

"Thank you"

Floyd gracefully turns to the man.

"Well, I'll deal with you."

"Well, I'll feed you my fine sword!!

At the same time, the man pointed a fine sword cut at Floyd and carried out a sharp thrust. But when Floyd avoids poking in the smallest motion, he turns to a man who approaches him at once, releasing his knife, but the man lowers himself, passing beside Floyd with the momentum of poking as he goes. Floyd slowly turned around and went into a state where the two stood as if they had been replaced. I mean, men don't stop messing with their foreheads all the time, so I can't help but worry about that one.

"Quite a treat,"

"You, too... I don't think you're going to make my first shot so brilliant."

"I'm a butler."

Hey, what did you admit to each other, you're giving me air like that. Fine, just get it over with!! I mean, Koz, how long have you really been messing with my hair? It's kind of frustrating to just watch. The way you talk is annoying too.

"Hmmm... that guy's poking was brilliant too, but Floyd seems to do a pretty good job of it too"

Someone was next door analyzing it calmly. No, no, no, no, maybe Mr. Grave's right, but I can't help but wonder why he won't stop messing with his forehead anymore, not because Floyd is strong or weak.

"Now let's get started here!!

Now we attack from Floyd to man...

"Hey, wait a minute!!

And, put your hand with the fine sword forward and stop Floyd from moving. Floyd's stopped at discipline, too.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?

"Oh, that's a big problem!! Earlier, my forehead set was messed up. Wait, I'll fix it."

So Floyd nodded one thing, and he began to wait on the spot. Huh? Wait? No, no, that's enough, hit him. Let's just move on. But back to back with my thoughts, the man carefully set his forehead.

"No, you're in battle now, aren't you? Don't stop fighting because your forehead is so messed up."

And you heard me say it softly, and the man stared at me with a serious look and screamed. Of course, I haven't stopped messing with my forehead. Currently in progress. Stop it, Sole!!

"Wouldn't be hot on a woman if her hair stayed messed up!!!!!!!"

What are you talking about, Koz? There are no women here in the first place, but what do we care? But just in case, I asked the good looking guy next door.

"Really?

"No, I know it's important, but I think it's not that far."

"Right"

I feel the same way about Mr. Grave. So, what is it? and the moment I looked at the fool, two shadows popped out of the woods that were after me and Mr. Grave.

"Hiya ~!! Show me the gap!!

No, because I knew someone was there. That seemed the same for Mr. Grave, who sank each other's opponents with one shot. I see. In other words, was it an M.O. for frustrating men to draw attention to it as a snare and these guys would attack it from behind? Well, they were bad this time. His face was blue when he turned his gaze to a man who was still messing with his hair despite this.

"Ah... uh... that? Do you feel like maybe I suck?

Stop messing with my hair!!

Then here was a young man with a round head hanging from a tree with a piece of paper affixed to him that read " These are heavy (ba) sinners (ka)" along with two nagging men. I want you to thank me because I don't have to worry about my forehead.

In the end, Floyd's strength remained a mystery, but I tried not to think about it anymore.