The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Is this... a Damascus steel sabel"

My interest boils in a one-handed sword that is too high in vain at a weapon shop in a humanized and distracted city, pulling a little sword from the luxurious sheath and admiring it.

Wood-patterned blades are a testament to Damascus steel made of iron in crucible with special iron ore, charcoal, raw wood, etc. of limited origin.

(You wanted your hands out of your throat when you were a mercenary in your previous life... no, I still want them normally)

If you look twice at the price written on a piece of parchment, you have one more digit than the weapons around you.

"Oh, silver-haired brother, your eyes are high! Even in Verona, a famous blacksmith beat it with Oriental materials."

"Sure thing is great, but it's a high ridge flower for the price"

Tell the clerk who walked up to him that it was nothing more than a chill, and return the specially ordered weapon to the sheath. Originally, it wasn't my own one-handed sword that came to buy it, it was a substitute for Buster's broken sword.

Speaking of the pivotal guy... I was roaring from earlier comparing a light hardened alchemy sword to a heavy, single-edged sword with a martial bone.

"Ease of swing first or restraint on the weight of a blow...... what would the Admiral do?

"You won't find it helpful to ask me, because the way you fight is more about tricks and speed."

Although I did not ask this person (this one), “decide for yourself", the price is overwhelmingly higher in light cured alchemy, so I sincerely expect the adult familiarity simulated by the big man with dark hair to choose the other.

After a while I waited, the troubled buster took the time to realize something and smiled slightly invincible.

"Ok, buy both and spare one..."

"Of course not, there's a huge financial burden on Song Zhang."

"Guuuu...... then buy me this one"

It was in the end a single-edged sword with a sense of weight close to a broken sword of love that I said and put up to show it.

A little too heavy for a normal warrior to handle. Indicate the intent of the purchase to the weapon store clerk who had refrained while thinking it might be just right for a muscular big man.

"Let me buy that one, can I use a Dior coin?

"If you convert it, it will be 3 gold coins"

More than half of the monthly income earned by the average urban worker...... decided it was the price on the market and took the gold coin stamped on the back with King Alexius's bust out of the leather bag and paid for it.

It should be noted that since the Kingdom of Graechia is a trading country with numerous ports, many stores can use the currencies of the main countries in cities located on the distribution route.

Apparently, it also applies here (here), saving me the hassle and commission of going to a money changer.

(Well, I could have used Dior copper coins at the food store.)

However, the effect of the skewered grilled meat bought for the little fox sister was limited, so she went out of the store with a buster carrying a brand new sword with a belt attached to each sheath before her sister, who was tired of waiting at the end of the house (Nokisaki), did anything extra.

"Kwon, Kwan ~ ♪ (brother, welcome home ~ ♪)"

"Luau... Gruaaaaan (Looks like you're done shopping)"

A leaping fox climbs climbing on her back as she looks out for a single-edged sword and a lancer in a big dog hips up and approaches her.

As usual, I let him like it. I walked out to the suburbs to get back on my way to the right shoulder of the fixed position... the rear became noisy.

"Bluhhh!!

"" Ahhhhh ""

"You're lying, why is there a demon in the city!?

"You've been running away from the arena!

If he could not ignore the noisy words he had heard, the monster of a giant bull, more than 3 m high, appeared abruptly from the boulevard to the corner of the street, rubbing part of his body against the building without bending over.

"Ugh... ugh, ahh... ahh"

Shortly after the unluckily young woman was caught between her gigantic body and the wall and seemed slightly sprinkled with blood reflexes, the irritated, excited giant bull turns his gaze this way (here).

"Fuck, whoa, whoa, whoa! (Ha, that's good for a try!)"

"... as always, you bloody bastard"

Unlike me, who softly tried to hide herself in the sidewalk because of the hassle, a buster caught the end of her mouth and drained her sword furiously, putting the sword she had just purchased in front of her eyes.

I had no choice but to pull out the song knife and the child fox jumps off my shoulder onto the back of the lancer in a beastified state... she shakes my body and shakes me down without a shake.

"Cane!? (Hin!?)"

"GUAUGLUAWOOAN (walk yourself sometimes)"

While listening to such intercession, the monster of the giant bull, which we have been aiming at and accelerating forcefully, bows his head and progresses with a sharp big horn to the front!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

"" Huh!

Slightly, while wearing his voice, he scattered diagonally forward with the breath of Ayumu, slashing his left and right forelimbs through each other's intense rampage of bulls.

"Huh, voila!?

"Huh, it's hard..."

"Oh, you're still handy."

Warcraft's tough muscles took the place of armor and didn't even lead to a thick bone amputation, but his opponent, who was deeply amputated of both forelimbs, falls into momentum, leaving blood marks on the cobblestone to slide up.

Whether it was the effect of a severe blow to the head during the fall, a giant bull appearing to have a concussion (dust) lay powerless, causing the body to cramp (spasms) into small pieces.