The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

Knife-like sharp eyes on twinkly, flaming, juicy hair.

From above the tight, shallow, black flesh, is the chest, which is made of tanned leather of the warcraft, from above the trousers, the knee of leather, which would be of the same material, and the foot, such an outgoing man, who has suddenly put something on the two of them as a result.

"I'm Nagare, and this is the magician's peach we're having a party with, and we're clean B-rank adventurers, too. I'm here to take part in this Sweetby crusade."

But Nagare treated such an opponent as usual and told him what was going on.

It's just that the next peach, what is this guy? I narrow my eyes to feelings like that.

"Hang on? You think it's B-rank? Recently, the rank has been quite lukewarm. These people have a B rank that I don't know about right or left."

A man with Zhu hair describes his disgust as he turns his contemptuous eyes.

"Hey Frem! You were rude earlier!

Then the woman in the white robe next to him (you'd better say a girl to look at) interrupted him to embarrass him.

"I'm sorry. I mean, he's having a party with us once, and he's got a bad mouth, and he's in a fight with them right away. No offense."

"Hey! I'm not saying anything unnecessary, Rosa!

Rosa gets used to Frem calling her to peel out her teeth, but yes.

These two, they say it's a party, but they're probably going to be dating for quite a while, Nagare guessed from the look of it.

"Frem, I'm having trouble fighting fast."

"Come on, don't call me weird. You always say that, Kyle!

A slight look from behind Frem and Rosa was a man who seemed to be a bowman with grey hair stretched out to his shoulders. Characteristic is this young man, his ears are like foxes.

He was carrying a wooden bow (presumably a composite bow) along with an arrow barrel on his shoulder to prove he was a bowman.

(Are you a fox-eared beast man? Surely these types were few in this kingdom)

With that in mind, Pico and Kyle rocked their fox ears.

"Oh, is this the first time you've looked like you wanted one?

"Yeah, I've never seen a beast before."

"It is. Well, there aren't many types like him in the kingdom."

"Well, you're looking at it strangely anyway, aren't you? I'll tell you what! If you discriminate against my people, I'll kill you!

Apparently, it's true that you're fighting fast, and while you think about it, it's a nagare that adds a finger to your jaw.

And of course Nagare doesn't have the fur to discriminate against beasts.

"Nobody said that at all, did they? Oh, come on. I hope you don't get into the habit of poking people in the eye right away."

"Well, that sounds tough."

Peach said with a bitter laugh. Flem on that, huh! and squeals his nose and turns that way.

"Ha, I'm so sorry. But I can rely quite a bit on Frem. It's a B-rank second."

"Heh wow. So you guys too?

"No, come on, you're in B-rank 3."

"I just finally made it to fourth grade."

That's how you two laugh. The three seem to be throwing a party, but in that case the merits of making a request are seen as party-minutes. but of course it is not always necessary to act together because it is a party, sometimes it is a different action.

Due to these circumstances, it is not uncommon for ranks and grades to differ within the same party.

"That's right - but still awesome. Me and Nagare just got to level 5 in B-rank."

"Huh?"

Flem spoke to wrap his tongue around Peach's remarks, staring at them both.

"That. So you just got up to B-rank. That's why I often ask you to do this."

"Hey, what the fuck! Sweetby's request is possible from B5, so it's not a problem."

"Honey, this is what blinds me to gold. The adventurer's in trouble."

"Hey, Flem, excuse me."

"That's right, we just met and that's it"

"Ugh! For the most part, I'm angry with the goose neck lined up here! I don't even have an arm. Just because you're going to be rich, I'm going to ask you to do it. Don't lick my job!

Make sure Flem looks inside the carriage and barks up.

This front carriage can be boarded by about one or two people.

This time two front carriages are available over the guild, in the form of a few horse-brought adventurers on the side apart from the sole.

And naturally, this Frem statement is going to buy the ambient objection.

"I don't know, I'm done!

"Hey, wait, fuck it. He's the frem of the rampage fire. It's just too much trouble to get involved."

"He's also rumored to be a mad dog..."

"Seriously, is he with you... you're a troublemaker"

While I was whispering, the adventurers around me never did anything.

Apparently this man is famous inside. But it also seems to be in a bad way, even though Rosa and Kyle have a slightly troubled look.

"Huh! Anyway, if it's cheap, Sweet Bee will win, and you'll get the crusade money when you knock it down, and it's great to make money for the honey! Or so it would be a mouth I didn't even think about and begged for. I don't know what kind of demon Sweetby is."

"I know some of that."

Nagare slipped the words into a slightly overstated frem.

And, ahhh? And I glanced at him in a grumpy manner, and then Flem turned to me.

"Sweetby is certainly a demon that is not considered that tough on its own. There are tail needle attacks, but they're never that sharp, and if you're a B-rank adventurer, it's not that hard to identify."

When Nagare goes that far, he turns against his chest in such a way that, uh, Flem looks down from the top.

Perhaps even if I told you I knew, I would feel something like that.

"- But Sweetby tends to sprinkle special pheromones all around him when he becomes dangerous. It's not even that much of a threat on its own, Sweetby, but apart from talking about it when you can come as a group. Sweetby, who called his people, surrounds the opponent he's been attacking, and snuggles in to make sure he doesn't escape. From there, activate the skill, the bee sphere, and the sweet bee vibrates violently, increasing the temperature inside, steaming and killing the subject with that heat, but..."

By the way, Nagare also guessed that this Sweetby attack method is roughly equivalent to the bee in the world he was formerly in.

However, naturally its body length is not comparable, and it is about 80cm to 100cm in size with respect to sweet bees, for which the temperature increases dramatically when bee balls are activated, and its interior rises to nearly 1500 degrees when skills are activated.

Naturally, it is no exaggeration to say that in such temperatures no coarse human being can live, which means eating bee balls is directly linked to death as it is.

And even if it emits that much temperature, sweet bees tend to be highly resistant to heat, and flame magic tends to be hard to work, and so on, and so on and so on, it's like finally weaving and making them listen, right? And when I closed the conversation, Flem in front of me was looking at Nagare with a poka-n face.

That's the peach next door, too.

"Ku, you know more"

Rosa making eyes round and words.

Kyle, who was listening with me, is also patting his eyes and shaking his ears.

"No, I learned a little bit about being an adventurer."

"... when did you learn such upbringing -"

Naturally, a penetration came in from the peach, but while smiling and deceiving - Flem snorted.

"Hang on! You do seem somewhat knowledgeable, but adventurers don't work with their heads!

"And say?

Ask in the same serene tone.

Then, in other words - I thought I had turned my hand around my hips, and for a moment, while I was blinking correctly, I made sure that a pair of blades sandwiched the nagare's neck muscle and simulated it.

"Here's the thing, the last thing you say is an arm. Looks like Temehe's no big deal after all. You haven't been able to react at all."

I hoist my nibbles and mouth angles in terms of my proficiency. But Nagare loosened her cheeks without changing her expression in particular, yes.

"Huh! I don't even have the guts to say it back. I can't get a clap."

That's how you put the two swords in your hands back into the sheath of your hips. The pair of swords he has are of the single-edged type slightly curved at 60 cm in length. but the way that sword doesn't snag into the sheath and fit well.

"Am I? What's going on with this?

"No, Flem, isn't that the other way around?

Kyle pointed me out, and I finally noticed that Flem's blade was turning backwards when it happened.

Why? And Frem, who doubts, doesn't even realize this is what Nagare does.

Especially with Nagare, I immediately guessed that I wasn't serious about killing him, but this is a bit of a prank.

In other words, the moment Flem pulled his double sword out of his hips, he changed the direction of his sword in such a motion that it was not even noticeable.

"Nagare... why did you keep quiet -!"

Then the peach came ear to ear with such a whisper that they could not hear.

Apparently there was a lot of depression in Flem's first good.

"I can't help but rub it in here. He's one of those crusaders who should work together."

Nagare gives it back to Peach without worrying about it, but how she can't fit in her belly bug.

Then...

"... you..."

From right next to Nagare, I wondered if such a sweet voice sounded, a brilliant double hill of brown pressed against his front-