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

"... Thunderstream"

Thunder, which is a composite technique. Merle exercised the high magic of the fifth gate.

Momentarily several lightning bolts gathered on Merle's wand, and the ultra-power purple electricity emitted like a rough torrent, swallowing the black outfits that continued to attack the building.

After the purple power had disappeared, only the black clothes that would cause the electric shock remained.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Awesome!"

"Um, I didn't know you could use powerful magic so far."

"Awesome! I'm already going to be a fan of Russia!

"I wanted to see it in my skirt!

Then there is a voice of praise from the guards who were gathering around us.

They couldn't cope with the sudden destruction of their black outfits in time and were struggling, but Merle showed up there and managed to escape the difficulties.

The detonating bolts released by them were scattered all over the area as if they were scattered, but thanks to Merle's good rush time, there was no damage to the walls or anything, but there was no human damage.

Damaged buildings, etc. are also sufficiently repairable.

"All right! For now, the suspicious people around here got a piece at Merle's hands! But the people in black are still sabotaging! Anyway, we're gonna split them up and control them!

Perhaps a man in the guard whose position lay above him, when he uttered a word of determination, an intended voice spread from the guards around him.

To the sudden brutality of the black outfits, temporarily came the confusion, but the magic of Merle, who instantly swept away his opponents, seemed to have had enough effect to boost their morale.

In the meantime it was decided that the area would be fine, and Merle rode in the wind and sky using a wind-style flight.

When one of the guards noticed how it looked up, the hem of Merle's skirt swayed and his eyes dotted.

"... black"

"Huh? Huh? What are you doing at a time like this?

"Ugh! It was black, motherfucker! There he is, motherfucker!

My buddy frowned at him like that, but for some reason he regretted it terribly and even wept.

"... I know how that feels. But it looks like she went home once after that. I'm sure he's stuck in the boulder this time."

"No, that's why! What are you talking about!

Without knowing that such a conversation was taking place among the guards, Merle outlined it with some altitude maintained, and when he found the place where the black outfits were gathered, he stepped down there, now wiping them out with the magic of fire.

She treats herself like a hero entirely from the inhabitants, and a voice of gratitude rises from around her, but some of those watching Merle fight seemed to have felt the air somewhere near her.

And while the group of black outfits are driven one after the other by Merle's octagonal hexagonal action - in fact, this is also close to a little octagonal hitting from Merle.

At any rate, Merle was the one who provided magical support at the West Gate, but in doing so, he exposed many adventurers to shame.

Of course this is also the tragedy Merle's inadvertent personality called for - the unparalleled anger caused by it, that its spearhead is poised for black outfits.

"... black outfit, defeat"

Thus Merle's activities drove the black outfits further away.

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"Does anyone need wound pills or potions ~?"

Elmir was advancing his legs as he lowered his cage to his arm calling on no one.

Black clothes appeared in the streets, and it was the residents of the hamma who were on the verge of panic at first, but inspired by the activities of Burdan, Bill, Merle and others, the men who remember in their arms are trying to resist with their weapons in their hands.

As a result, things are at least becoming more sedentary in the streets, but some of them are still unscrupulous and injured.

If it helps those people, Elmir is in the shape of a voice spinning around with medicine in his hand.

Of course, she's not going to charge you for this medicine.

"Oh, Elmir, isn't it?"

Then a man with a short sword on his hips showed up and spoke to her.

He usually ran a butcher shop and was also a regular customer who regularly purchased medicines to prepare for cuts at the Elmir store.

"Ah! Mr. Meat. You're safe - and you're hurt!?"

I look at his arm, which Elmir called Meat as he spoke out in panic.

He must have been wounded in a skirmish with the blackwearers.

The area around the shoulder area of the clothes was torn and blood seeped around it.

Unlike guards, city dwellers who are not adventurers are rarely properly equipped with even protective gear, regardless of their level of weapons for personal protection.

Meat also stands out as a simple vest for the garment it is made from, and is certainly not a substitute for being able to protect itself from crossbow bolts and blades.

"Oh, no, no, don't worry about it. To this extent, if you spit on it, it will heal."

However, you thought you were going to let Elmir worry you excessively, and Meat told you not to smile.

From what I've seen, it's not that it's an injury caused by a bolt, and even if you look at how your clothes are torn, it looks like there's a good chance of golden sores caused by a knife or something.

It doesn't seem like a serious wound, but I guess it didn't even seem like something that could be left alone.

As Elmir rushed over to him, he removed a water bottle with clean water from the cage, first washing the wound with water, then applying a gel-shaped application to the wound, which was effective in preventing putrefaction, and wrapping the bandage around it.

Healing wounds can also lead to restoring HP in this world.

For this reason, there is also a hand that uses potions as a method of recovery.

However, the potion restores overall damage and does not allow you to specify where you want to heal.

In addition, the potion does not overlap effects even when used continuously.

It doesn't make sense if you don't leave it for a while after you use it once.

Ignoring this may also have the side effect of potion sickness.

For this reason, Elmir does not rely much on potion.

If it is cured by wound medication or something like that, it will be handled with it.

"I think this is going to be okay for now. But don't be too impotent."

He received allowances from Elmir and also thanked Meet as he scratched his head looking somewhere illuminated.

"But I'm glad it wasn't a life-threatening injury."

"Oh, actually, the blacksmith's steel is working with me. Only boulder dwarves have strong arms, and steel came in to help me in good time when my black outfit started showing up. That's not much damage, either."

Listening to Meet, Elmir groans that Mr. Steel...

"But Elmir would be dangerous if you weren't walking too far outside. They'll still be moving around in black, and it's dangerous."

The meat cautioned me,

"Thank you for your concern"

and thanked him, and broke up with him there.

Even then, Elmir still didn't stop calling around to see if there was anything injured.

I was warned about a group of black outfits, but I guess she still wanted to be of some help too.

But as a result, Meet's worries become real.

As Elmir walked, he was found in a black suit.

She has no art of fighting. It was possible to communicate with the intention to sue, which also became the spirit of the plant, with regard to the Spirit, but no sign of the Spirit was felt nearby.

For that reason, Elmir ran out like he could play, jumping into the alley and running desperately.

But entering the alley was not a good choice.

There are no residents who are roaming the alley in this situation.

A black outfit jumped out of the side as I was running, holding Elmir's mouth and body down.

I am also caught up in the black outfit that came later there, holding my arms and legs up and completely unable to move.

"Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!"

I try desperately to scream, but my mouth is blocked with big hands and I have no voice.

Elmir understands that the opponent is definitely a man because of his strength, his strength and his skill.

Besides, they seem to be breathless and terribly excited somewhere.

Elmir was anxious to see what he was going to do with tears in his eyes and his chest was about to be squashed.

Either you're going to keep turning somewhere - or you're going to work abusively, or both, you can't just stay safe like this.

(Somebody, somebody help me -)

The prawns, and voiceless voices, desperately ask for help in their hearts.

But now in such an inconspicuous alley, such as something that would come to help me - and at that time, one of the black clothes holding his legs up flashly buried himself on the ground.

A man opposite something turns his face in the direction in which the anomaly occurred, but at that moment the head of the hammer is released to save him, Gusha! and left the crushing sound of bones flashly launched into space, falling to the ground.

"... Temehe et al., don't take it personally to match Ermir's scary eyes in front of me."

It was the blacksmith's steel that put a gavel pattern on his shoulder and gaveled.

And his act of coming in to help made two black outfits immobile and Elmire's legs free.

That also caused his hips to fall, and Elmir's gaze captured his appearance.

Probably never thought she'd be as reliable on steel as she is now.

However, they are still deprived of their freedom of arms and their mouths are blocked by the two black outfits.

Plus, one of the black outfits takes the knife out of his nostalgia and tries to stick it up Elmire's throat.

But Steel didn't miss the gap the moment he tried to take that knife out.

Before the knife was pointed at Elmir's neck, steel jumped in and beat out the black outfit that took the knife out with the successful arm of the empty one.

One more hand, hun! and waved the hammer and swept away one of the remaining ones.

And by the hands of steel, Elmir was able to escape the crisis.