The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

"You're strong,“ Me (Mom) "…"

The first thing I whined about was a compliment.

Oh......

Totally strong.

Enough to even remember to be touched.

That should be called “me”.

It's a little awkward to compliment yourself.

But definitely.

Right in front of you is one of my finished forms.

[Blacksmith] 's abilities were studied without excess, and after he bullied himself out - it is a kind of “strongest”.

"But far from the“ strongest ”I aspire to"

[Blacksmith] is a specialist in degenerating weapons and tools.

Its properties are shaken by melee warriors such as [Warrior (Warrior)].

or not, medium and long distances are weak.

Using [Attribute Grant] or [Object Acceleration], it is possible to fly weapons.

Finally, a warrior can unleash a great deal like [a warrior wears a thousand blades (Southand) and ten thousand spears (Blaze)].

"But all of [Blacksmith] 's magic is halfway there."

For example, [Warrior (Warrior)] has minutes in Melee.

I hope the other [Blacksmiths] can work out the weapon.

Besides, the magic of weapon enhancement systems is too simple compared to physical enhancement systems.

It is clear that [Warrior (Warrior)], who can reinforce a large number of sites, is better at melee warfare.

Even at medium and long distances, it would be a triumph for the Magic Variety [Wizard].

In addition, due to the absence of detective magic, even [Seeker] and [Scholar (Professor)] may be defeated.

The only advantage is [Cleric], but using a defensive or healing system, you don't know where the battle will go if you are challenged for a long time.

"In other words, [Blacksmith] and [Blacksmith] are not out of balance, but among the six major occupational magics, they are the most halfway profession."

Tie at the end.

The place was cold.

The air on the battlefield earlier is about to cool down once.

In it, my interpretation sounded cold as ice.

Moms who have been pointed out for their weaknesses will not be shocked.

In the first place, that's all we know.

Therefore, the answer my mom gave was' smile '.

"Hehe...... So, what's going on? It's a hypothetical story, sage."

"You're right. If I were [Warrior (Warrior)], if I were [Wizard (Wizard)], if I was the strongest in [Seeker (Seeker)], [Scholar (Professor)], [Cleric (Cleric)] - that's the level of the story."

That's right.

In any of those professions, you can win extremely well.

It's about the odds of winning over Mom.

"But you haven't made [the villagers] the best. Halfway there is you, wise man."

"I don't deny it. Now I'm still halfway down the road."

"There is also a problem with the profession of [villagers] in the first place. It seems to be possible to be somewhat clever, but the [villagers] are [villagers] …. Vocational magic is no better than the extreme."

"Somewhat clever... Then let's ask, my mom. Have you ever plowed a field?

"What?"

"Have you ever cut down a giant tree without magic and with one axe?

"No. You don't have to do such primitive things..."

"There's magic - is there?

I laugh naughty.

Meanwhile, just a few wrinkles came over my mom's beautiful nose head.

"I told you earlier. It's all the work that [villagers] have done 300 years ago. Certainly [villagers] are not specialized in fighting. But in nature they have muscled and quietly accumulated their power"

"You……. What are you talking about?

"A [villager] is a profession that can nurture itself more naturally"

When I hear that, my mom laughs spirally.

"You're a vain word."

"Really? Then give it a try. Come on -"

Let me show you [Villager] Russell Guiller Stark from here...

"Sounds like you're trying to tell me you're serious right now."

"Oh...... Exactly."

The first battle.

I became obsessed with fighting as a [blacksmith].

[Warrior (Warrior)] 's magic was also used, but it was also only used to fill holes in basic abilities.

As a result, he lost.

That indicated to the left that I had not yet reached the extreme as a [blacksmith].

This is a defeat.

It's unacceptable, but I have to admit it.

I'm still a [Blacksmith], not yet.

But I'm [a villager].

And he's not dead yet.

I didn't lose as a [villager].

"This is where I come from."

"Hmm."

Mom raised her hand.

In that moment, a thousand and a thousand blades are purified.

It was already [attributed] and in a position to fire.

That's “me”.

This magic power and output, twice and for a long time?

In basic abilities, you won't see me beat first.

"What, that magic!?

"Full of weapons..."

"Can [Blacksmith] do that!?

"Brother......"

My buddies are amazed at the amount of weapons and at the end Sheila holds her fist cuddly.

Don't worry, it's Sheila.

Your brother won't lose to this extent.

Oops...... You lost earlier.

Well, let's just say this is a no-can.

I'll raise my hand, too.

What appeared was a thousand blades......

No, you're not.

In an instant, space filled the red lotus light.

"A flaming spear..."

It was the flaming spear that showed up.

In other words, it is the [Flaming Spear] of the [Wizard].

Intermediate single magic, breakthrough magic.

That's a thousand, no... against my mom. I'll have ten thousand.

The colour of the flames stains inside the room.

The air warmed up and the airflow went wild.

"You idiot...... Such a spear! Let me slit you with my weapon!!

[Warriors wear Thousand Blades (Southand), Thousand Spears (Blades)]!

From my mom's girly lips, a ripped voice echoes.

With the completion of the spell, the blade was ejected.

Naturally, it's coming to me.

Of course, I'm just not silent either.

I raised my hand.

Ten thousand [flaming spears] are fired at my mom.

As a result of the collision between the great armies, the weapon and the spear of flames cut together.

... should have.

Gin!!

A hard sound echoed in the air.

It twirled and pierced the floor, a weapon generated by my mom.

That's not all.

The unleashed weapons are bounced off one flaming spear after another.

It arrived straight at my mom.

"Chip!"

Mommy pounds her tongue.

When I hold the sword in my hand, I shoot off the flying spears one after the other.

"What, what?

"The flaming spear..."

"He said it was hard... Is that true?

Rowan, Sarasa and Cecil, who don't know the circumstances, get stunned.

Only Sheila who knew what was going on was smiling.

"That's your brother."

And there's another one who doesn't know what's going on.

"Stupid! The flames are hard! No, as a substance in the first place...... YEAH!! WHAT THAT'S ABOUT!?

Mom screams as she cuts off the spear.

I put my arms around him and stared at him with an extra look.

What do you say, "Me”?

This is the magic of [villagers] you made a fool of...