The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Even if you say Wang Du, if you walk a little out of the gates of the city, the unspoiled nature will spread, and if you go into the woods a little, there will be a mountain of monsters.

I am now surrounded by a herd of warwolves in the woods a little far from the king's capital.

I wonder if adventurers or something will get rid of it, like this.

It's during the war, so I'm letting it go wild, or something like that, maybe.

A werewolf (Warwolf), roughly five, comes at me by sticking out a spear that just shredded a tree.

For me, my right hand is bare.

On the left hand side, they call it a swordbreaker, holding a single-edged sword whose peak is like a dagger.

Werewolves attacking apart in an uncontrolled move.

Mr. Bulge said he was just the right person to practice, but I see.

They shoot me one at a time, so it's easy to take an attack and fight back and do the flow.

At Swordbreaker Peak, take the spear.

Then, with his right hand, he touches the face of the enemy and pours magic into it.

"Crush (Blast) Huh!

Pah!

and the contents of my head boil, making a loud noise and bursting.

It's easy to imagine that magic has a name, so I gave it this name to the version that ruptures it.

And then like flow work, dodge it, take it, touch your head and burst it.

Soon the Warwolves were wiped out.

"I'm surprised you can really just touch it and kill it."

Mr. Balji, who was looking out on the tree, jumped.

This special training method was suggested by this man.

The more lives you take, the stronger you become, the protection of the brave.

There are limits to who can kill, but not to what demons can kill.

They come from nowhere.

It's really a little bit of an enhancement range for killing miscellaneous fish monsters.

"If you keep going, you can fight there."

"There, I wonder if that's enough. I hear that Burtoghu I want to kill is really strong."

"He's a tyrant, but he's also a hero. For some time after flying the flag, he stood at the forefront of the soldiers and waved his own sword.... My brother is said to be the best knight in the country, but even though such a brother is always after his life, he is still alive. I mean, that's what I mean."

"You mean much stronger than that knight"

I don't want to admit it.

You mean I fight one-on-one right now and have almost zero chance of winning, right?

So now I'm trying to take down the demon and be a little stronger.

"But, well, personal strength isn't helpless before a number of violence. Unless you're out of your mind."

"... get some hell of a power?

"Asshole. You can't revolutionize on your own.

They called me an asshole.

I'm certainly not very smart.

"You're not alone. Rely on us for a second."

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Barge."

"That. Honorable words and Mr. Balji calling. I feel some distance from you."

It's obvious.

Because I don't want to get along.

You can't say that, right?

"Everyone calls you a brother or a leader, so pick one of them and call them, too. No more salutations."

"... ha. Well, move on to your next training, leader."

Oh, that sounds satisfying.

Kind of, this guy.

"Whoa, that's how he uses it next. I'm gonna slap you tight, so be prepared."

That's the guy I have on my left.

Swordbreaker.

It's a single-edged sword, with a gizzard scum on the peak part, as I just explained.

Actually, Mr. Bulge, it wasn't, the dagger shape is mainstream, like the leader used for the knight, but mine is special.

Anyway, long, about as long as a normal sword.

And the blade is thick.

"You don't use weapons to attack. With your right hand open, you can take it around even if it's a little long and heavy."

My right hand blows up the organism as long as I touch it.

You don't have to go out of your way to wield a heavy sword, you don't have to slash it precisely, you can kill it with one blow just by touching it.

So you don't need a powerful weapon.

Instead, it's the other weapon that's the problem.

You either have to touch the attack or you have to break it.

"Engage your opponent's weapon in the peak area and screw him to the left of his power. If it's a bare-handed battle, there's no one who can beat you. You only have to touch it to win."

"But this is pretty heavy. It feels good."

"Made of Damascus steel, it is specially made to be accepted even with an axe. I'll train him till I can handle him like a limb. Get ready, motherfucker."

"Ugh......, soften your hands"

By the time I got back from training with my leaders in the woods, it was already evening.

I'd like to say that the store owner can open so much, but how dare he barely be in the store?

The real owner's a stra. 'Cause you're having a hard time.

"I'm home."

The moment I opened the store door and went inside.

"...... Huh!!

Beat came running with great momentum and got jumped.

I'm going to hug you so much.

I knew it was a dog, this kid.

"You know, later? Because I'm tired now."

"Yes, Dout. Kirier, you're going to have to come into the store now."

I'm dressed as a man, so Stra calls you Killier.

As far as I'm concerned, it's complicated.

"Uh. Stra, I'm tired, so give me a break."

"I'll have you in. Is that good?

"... Yes"

I'm getting so angry.

Ghosts, this girl.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Then the leader is in the store too......, that's it, he's not there!

"Running away, you bastard"

I'm standing blue between my eyebrows.

I knew it was a ghost, this kid.

But I also know what it's like for Stra to be angry.

I can't talk to Beato, so I can't serve him.

All I can do is serve, clean, that kind of work.

Everything else was done by Stra alone.

"So, Kirier, can you please give me the store number? I'm really busy with dinner."

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Look, Beat, it's time to get away."

"Huh..."

Even with such a sorry look on your face.

Pull off the bears and go to the accounting desk.

You have quite a line of customers, even though it's such a tiny store.

Stra hastily pulled into the back living space, and Beato began to pat the item with a splash.

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When the routine went on like this for a week or so.

Around dusk, when I returned from training with my leader, there was Joana in the store.

You don't know where this guy is from morning to evening, do you?

He comes fluttering in the evening, and sometimes stays, or he goes straight away.

"Oh, you're home at last, leader."

"... is he important?"

"Yeah, in the basement for more information"

A leader in serial mode, not always serious.

Quickly close the store and kick out the guests.

Even though it's thriving.

Oh, the reason I have a lot of customers is apparently I want to see Stra.

And Beato said there are more visitors coming to see you.

Stra has been aggressively kicking out these days because the customer's legs are drastically reduced when the store number is the leader.

Kind of pathetic.

We gathered in the meeting room in the basement.

Stra's with me for once.

She's part of the resistance, too, doesn't look that way.

"A pile of letters I stole from Caron's mansion the other day. I washed out my pro-Burtoghian officers."

"Here we go! If you assassinate these guys, you can steadily sharpen the power of Burtoghu!

Joana gives you a list of parchment paper lined with Zlari and his name.

Leader through the eyes, I'm a little excited.

"So, this is where it matters. One of them, Brigadier General Nair Deltar, is going hunting tomorrow. Take a few companions to the outskirts of King's Capital."

"Nair......, is that him? I see. You just got a chance."

"That sort of thing"

"All right, now it's time to assemble your forces for an ops conference. Killier, you should join the raid. Brave man, it's here. Chill the Burtoghu liver!

"... ok"

Is that the first line?

I think I've gotten pretty strong with the last few days of special training, too.

I have unbeatable confidence in those knights there.

Besides, if you're a Burtoghu, you're welcome to kill.

This is the first step toward hatred.

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Early the next morning, when the sun still doesn't rise.

A secret detective put some information in King Burtoghu's ear.

There's been a move to assassinate General Nair.