The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"You don't think your father's a coincidence?

My father, who leans between his eyebrows and thinks about something.

"Kind of. Well, maybe it's your fault. Never mind."

Touch my head with a pong and walk out.

"Never mind," but I have something to worry about, too.

That unusual delight of Sol when we talked about it before.

It's like... what is it?

Hit? Correct?

Mm-hmm. I can't think of a good word.

Anyway, Sol was different then usual.

Plus it makes me anxious to see Sol staring out the window.

It's like Sol's going to disappear.

"What's up? Pull it between your eyebrows."

"Nothing. That? Father."

"What's up?

This is the way back to the inn, isn't it?

"Aren't you going to the clothes store?

"What? That's this way...... wrong"

When your father's expression is funny and blows out, he gets his head around a little stronger.

"All right, I'll pick Ivy's clothes. Long time no see, I look forward to it."

I have a bad feeling about the look on your father's face laughing nigga.

"I'll make my own choices, I'll be fine"

"You don't have to be shy. Looking forward to seeing what pattern it has. It's summer. Sweaty."

"I'm not shy! I don't need that many! I'm still planning on getting bigger! Are you listening, Father?

If you let your father choose, he will choose a cute patterned item and the number of pieces will be higher than planned.

I grab my arm to stop it, but I keep my gaze out of it.

Shit, I'm serious about this.

"No! No, you can't!

"What would you like?

I'll never stop!

I should have gone back to the inn without saying anything earlier.

"Is that it? What are you doing, in the middle of a road like that?

Looking ahead of your father's gaze, the four girls holding the slime.

And before those girls, there's one man.

You're talking about something, the man's face is a little steep.

"What's going on?

After a while one of the girls cried out.

"Oh, I cried"

The other three girls also have a look that's going to make them cry now.

"Are you okay?

"Hmm, why don't you just call me?

"Yeah."

The girls holding the slime are Tamer, right?

Normally, uncontracted demons should be fierce and untouched.

Sol is the exception.

As I approached the five of them, I heard them talking.

"If you did the same thing with Tamer around you, you'd lose him like that idiot. Think about it."

"But"

"If you choose a cheap way, don't ever show yourself before me again. There's nothing to teach them."

I don't know, but are you studying as a Tamer?

The girls are not so different from me in appearance.

"Hmm?"

A man who noticed us stopping nearby wondering what to do turned his gaze to this one.

"Excuse me. I was just wondering, but you seem okay"

"Oh, excuse me. You didn't have to talk in the middle of the road."

Men smile bitterly with their heads on.

The expression gives a very gentle atmosphere when the eyes drop.

"I worked hard, and these kids don't answer me. Anyway, you're just a slime!

A girl who was crying yells at a man.

When the man glanced at the child, he sighed loudly.

"If you think so, don't come before me again. Annoying."

"Terrible"

"Get lost."

The girls tremble in the cold voices of men.

And then he ran off somewhere.

"Huh. Not at all."

When I looked at the man, he had very lonely eyes.

"I'm sorry. I've been showing you a lot of crap."

"No, could you be Tamer?

"Yeah, that's right. Uh, what about you?

"I'm a Dolphin traveling. Mm, this is my daughter Ivy."

Oh, you're a little hesitant.

When I asked softly about your father's face, he had a slightly lit look.

"Were you traveling? I am Gol of Tamer in this village. Those kids are Tamer, too. Huh."

Mr. Goll shakes his head to the side.

"Not with that one. Not that one."

Gently stroke the bag containing the Solas.

I wanted Sola to decide if Mr. Gol was okay.

A slight pull and vibration are transmitted as you touch the bag with your stroked hand intact.

When relieved of that reaction, he turns to Mr. Goll.

"Mr. Goll."

Call the name, but no vibration from the bag.

Sounds like Sola decided Mr. Goll is okay.

"I'm Tamer too."

Oh, it was possible that it wasn't Sola who was awake.

... do I have to believe it's okay?

"What! Really?

Mr. Goll gives me a surprised look at my words.

Your father was also surprised next door, but he smiled bitterly when he noticed that my hand was touching the bag containing Sola.

"Yes. Is Mr. Gol a long time as a Tamer?

"Right. Forty years, I guess."

Forty years!

Is that it?

You look like you're about 45 or 46?

"This is what I look like, but I'm 57"

I'm surprised at Mr. Goll's words with your father.

Is that it?

See your father right next door.

"Here!

Pong and your father smacked me in the head.

Haha, I thought the opposite was the case with your father.

But I don't have a choice.

Mr. Goll looks young, and your father looks old.

"Is it okay with Mr. Ivy?

"What? Yes"

Mr. Goll stares at me with some kind of ideological face.

I wonder what it is?

I stare back in wonder.

"Well, do you have a Tamed Demon?

"Yes, I am."

"Right. I'm taming two slimes, but for Mr. Ivy, the demon I tamed... No, it's nothing."

Even though there's nothing confusing about such a simple question.

"It's family to me. And a dear companion."

Mr. Gol with a pungent look on my words.

As far as I can remember the words he was saying to the girls earlier, he should be taking care of the slime he taemed.

"Family or what?"

Mr. Gol cheers happily.

"Unusual for Tamer these days"

"So many Tamers these days hold back with force?

Mr. Gol gets a reluctant look at your father's questions.

"Oh, even if I say no, I won't listen to you because it's easier to hold him down with force"

"It's a waste, isn't it?"

"Waste?"

"Yes, Tamer is the only privilege to see the various sides of the demon. It's a waste not knowing that."

"Is it Tamer's privilege? Sure, but there aren't many of them."

What kind of kids is Mr. Goll's slime?

I'd like to see it, but then I'll show Sola and the others.

"Mr. Ivy. Why don't you meet my slime if you like?

"What?"

"Mr. Goll?

"If Mr. Ivy's taming demon is slime, will you let him play with my boys? The slimes I was playing with went back to the woods last year because of the death of Tamer, whom I had a contract with. How are you, you look lonely somewhere. Is the demon under contract slime?

Seeing your father in Mr. Gol's words.

Your father stared at Mr. Goll as if to explore his sincerity.

"I know a vigilante. If he's with us, I'll think about it."

"Of course, Mr. Druid's acquaintance can be better with you. Good."

Your father's gaze is softened by Gol's condition.

"There he is! Mr. Goll, eh! Mr. Ivy, Mr. Druid?

That's Mr. Ashley again.

Besides, it looks like he was looking for Mr. Gol.

What's going on?