The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

"You're wearing something unusual."

Saying so to the man, he peered into his back and the boy pulled himself back slightly.

It was when I was having a late lunch in the dining room at the end of the day with a soup like white water with little utensils and hard bread.

The man reached intriguingly into the pattern of the boy's partner's long sword, but when the boy took his seat and distance as he quickly twisted himself, he lowered his hand as impressed.

"It's a good figure. Boy, you're not much of a prick."

The boy does not answer, and when he takes his own meal, he sits back in a remote seat.

"That won't be enough to grow up."

Seeing what the boy was eating, the man still spoke up.

The boy saw the man once again.

Tall, disappointing body. Looks like the same traveler as the boy if you just look at the outfit, but there's a play somewhere with all the gestures.

"Don't you want money?"

The man has spoken to the boy that way, despite his disgusting face, without any care.

"I guess I'm on my way somewhere. From what I've seen, it doesn't look like a very luxurious journey. You'll need the road bank."

"Fine."

The boy answered briefly, trying to pour in and finish the meal, just finishing the bill and leaving the store.

"Hey, boy. Well, wait."

The man persisted in chasing us all the way outside the store.

"Can such a long sword be used against you?"

The boy does not answer and proceeds to the exit of the city.

I had met this kind of arrangement many times during my journey.

Those who look at the boy's old outfit and simply try to make fun of him.

He who tries to threaten a few roadblocks.

He who tries to deceive for a more loathsome purpose.

Some of them may have spoken with kindness, but unfortunately the boy did not need help.

Given the danger of being deceived, it was wise to stay away from anything confusing, even if it seemed friendly.

"Wait. Why don't you work for us? I'm the chairman of a traveling artist."

The man even spoke from behind.

"Swordsmen tend to be nothing. If you're confident in your arm, I'll play the paycheck. Hey, just talk."

On the back of a boy who never showed interest and never stopped walking, the man still keeps talking.

"If a child like you can use such a long sword, you can call a guest. Three meals, pay where you sleep. Why don't you do it?"

The boy doesn't answer, he keeps walking.

The man continued soliciting for a while, but when he saw the exit of the city, he just gave up.

"There's one of our carriages parked in the other square. I'll be in this city until tomorrow, so if you're at all interested, take a peek. When the White Wolf sits down, it's famous for being in the Middle Plains. Oops."

The boy suddenly stopped on his feet, so the man was about to bump into each other and relaxed.

The boy looked back at the man.

"White Wolf?

"Oh, oh."

The man snorts.

"That's right. A white wolf. I'm Danny the sitter."

"White Wolf..."

The boy showed a bare gesture of thinking a little.

"Is there any origin?

"Origin?"

The man named Danny with the face that don't ask funny things, replies.

"Once upon a time, when I was lost on a trip, I saw a white wolf. If I followed you to be invited, I could go back the way I was. Since then, the white wolf has been a testament to my good fortune."

"Did you see the white wolf?"

"Oh."

Danny nods.

"Beyond the Menover Strait, to the north."

"... Really?"

The boy turned to Danny.

"Is your uncle a traveler?"

To the boy's words, Danny nods.

"Oh, yeah. He travels through various countries in Nakahara to show plays and arts. I was just having trouble missing a swordsman right now. If a cute kid like you could do it, it would be popular."

"How far are you going?"

To the boy's question, sandwiched to block his explanation, Danny does not look disgusted, but names a city in the middle plains.

The boy nodded and named another city on his way to the city.

"You can come with me if that's all you want"

"Ooh."

Danny nods happily.

"Then goodness hasten. Let's go to our carriage."

"Bring me another child like this"

A slender, tall, young woman looked at the boy and shouted out.

"Lenay, the sitter's bringing another weird kid."

"Uh?"

From behind the carriage, this also appeared a slender young man.

Alongside the woman, she looks like a twin, with a well-cropped and even figure.

"Just after the deli, you're free"

From behind the boy, says Danny.

"You guys said you wanted a swordsman."

"Who said anything about wanting kids?"

A man called Lenay absurds his voice.

"Margot's got enough of my kids."

To the words, a little girl peered into her face from behind the carriage.

She was a girl with big eyes who looked about two or three years older than the boy.

"Lenay, who's the kid?

When the girl says so in a low voice and stares, Lenay coughs badly.

"Anyway!"

Shout out so loud as to deceive.

"My swordsman doesn't serve such a child. I'd be better off playing second role."

"I can do either."

The boy said.

"If I can get paid for what you just told me, I don't care if I play swordsman."

"Huh?"

A woman frowns.

"Idiot, you."

That's what Lenay said and screwed the boy.

"I don't work. Why are you paying him?"

"Then I'll do it"

The boy answers only pale.

"But I've never used swordsmanship to show people, so tell me"

Oh, and Lenay sighs.

"I'll tell you what kind of hard things you're told to do. Margot."

Look back and call the girl earlier.

The girl brought a flashy decorated sword with her.

The boy can see at a glance that it's serious.

"I can't really just show it to you, but it's an apology for the sitter bringing you all this way. Don't go home when you see it."

When Lenay received his sword from Margot, he stood by his accustomed hand.

and start swinging it at an unstoppable speed in your eyes as well.

The sword roars around Lenay's body as if it were another creature, up, down, left and right with a cum.

The wind cut sound reaches the boy's ear without interruption.

"Ica"

Without Lenay stopping his sword, he called the name of the young woman standing beside the carriage.

At some point the woman had two green fruits in her hand.

"How much?"

I have to say that, throw the fruit towards Lenay.

Without slowing the sword down at all, Lenay tore the fruit in two lengthwise.

"One more thing"

Aika threw a second fruit.

That's what Lenay cleaves in two next to him this time.

"Oh, this is it."

Put down your sword and show with your hands the four pieces of fruit that rolled on the ground and Lenay wipes the sweat.

"I'm not a specialist. I can do this much. The deli I drank before could cut the same fruit twice in the air"

"Not when you're not drunk."

Margot supplements it with blur.

"That's why. I'm not a kid's artist. If you find out, don't go home."

Says Lenay as he returns his sword to Margot.

"Isn't that nice? Make it a little easier if the kids do it."

Danny argued so, but Margot responded with a cold voice.

"Though I do the art of being unbeatable to adults"

"You're special, Margot."

"Anyway, we don't need a child swordsman"

When Aika glanced at the boy as he said so, the boy was crouching on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"You just have to hang this up"

The boy picks it up off the ground, offering the halved fruit to Aika.

"If that's all right with you, I can do it."

"Huh?"

Pushing the fruit against the eye-opening Ica, the boy took a distance and pulled out his long sword.

"Hey."

I heard a wind cut in Ica's ear when I said it.

The boy shook subtly, it was the sound of a long sword.

He shook a sword the size of a large adult with one hand.

"Hey, you"

Lenay, who says so, also looked serious.

"Can you really use such a sword? Wasn't that a wooden sword brought to you by the sitter?"

"Let me have that."

Danny says with a sinister face, but the mouthpiece was loose with an irresistible excitement.

"I'm sorry. The swinging one earlier, I can't do that"

said the boy.

"Because I've never done it. But I can hang up."

"Ica"

Renay looks back with a serious face.

"Throw him."

"Oh, oh."

When Aika holds back one halved fruit in her right hand, the boy shakes his head.

"It's all good at the top"

"All?"

Aika rounds her eyes and looks at the fruit at hand.

"Four things."

"Yes."

The boy snorts.

"'Cause I don't cut it with my sword swinging around like Mr. Renay there, so it would be natural to cut one or two"

Aika and Lenay look at each other unexpectedly.

"Throw him, Aika"

Danny said.

"Do as he says"

"Okay, I get it."

Aika snorts.

"I don't hate guys who slap big mouths. Even if you're a busy fucking kid."

I'll finish saying that. No, I threw four pieces of fruit at the boy at the same time.

The boy's arm moved.

The sword draws an unstoppable trajectory in the air twice and three times.

The long sword did look like it captured all four pieces.

"Whoa."

Lenay speaks up.

"Did you hang up?

That's what I say, I run over to a piece of fruit that fell to the ground.

"Are they all dead?"

Aika asks.

But Lenay doesn't answer.

He bends to the ground and stares at pieces of fruit.

"Lenay."

Aika gives an irritating voice.

"I don't know. Are you hung up or not?"

"You."

Without answering that, Renay looked up at the boy's face.

"How many times did I wave my sword in that moment?"

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, Aika also walks up to Lenay. Danny followed suit.

The pieces of fruit on the ground were scattered.

When I lined up, I found that all the original four pieces of fruit were nicely cut twice at a time.

"I shook it six times."

The boy replied.

"'Cause some of them cut together at the top."

"Six times..."

Lenay groans in disgust.

"What do you say, you guys"

Danny, suddenly strongly concerned, turns around Lenay and Aika.

"Do you still complain about this?"

Genius Boy Swordsman.

Where did the bitter face go until just now, Lenay said in a bright voice.

"Isn't it amazing? That's the sitter. This is gonna get popular."

"Not yet. At least you have to remember martial arts."

Aika responds.

"For this minute, I think I'll remember soon enough."

"Right?

Danny says it in a good way.

"See, you guys? There's no madness in my eyes."

Margot, who approached him softly, spoke to the boy left out of the conversation.

"I'm Margot. You, what's your name?

"Almark."

The boy replied.

"Are you on your journey, too? Where are you going?

Margot's big eyes look at Almark with curiosity.

Almark answered briefly.

"South."