The World’s Strongest Martial Artist who has Worked too Hard, Survives in the Magic World With Ease

Ten days have passed since I apprenticed to Mr. Tico.

"It's over! It's over, Mr. Tico!

At noon this day, work on renovating the house, which blew up with a deep breath, came to an end.

I wanted to finish it by the end of the day if I could, but if I suck, it would be catastrophic. I care too much about force. It took me ten days.

But I feel confident about the finish for the time it took.

Tico, I hope you like it......

"Oh, which one?

Tiko, who was making lunch, took a serious look at the house as she went outside.

"What do you say?

"Yeah. I guess it's gotten very good. It's better than the house I built."

"Really!?

"Even if it's true. This clumsy house I built with the boards attached to it. It's 12 years old, and it wasn't weird when it broke. Thank you for destroying my home."

"Mr. Tico......"

I can't believe you got so much praise......

I wondered what would happen when you broke the house, but more than anything you'd like!

And it was built 12 years ago.

That means Mr. Tico's been living in this forest for twelve years.

"Why did Mr. Tico decide to live alone?

Knowing Mr. Tico's life might give him clues to boost his magic.

"I used to look just like you."

"With me?

I'm honored to be told you look just like me, but do you look that much like me?

Mr. Tico is calm, his magic isn't normal, he's a woman.

I feel the opposite of me...

"I've been training crazy in death since I was a little girl."

Oh, it looks just like that.

"Why are you training?

"The more you train, the happier you'll be able to use new magic. I glanced at you. And when I realized I was getting too strong. Enough to be persistently solicited by the Magic Knights. I'm glad to hear it, but I wanted to take care of my time. That's why I decided to live in secret."

"Have you and Mr. Sharm been close since that time?

"I met Sharm about five years ago. Everything seems to have a pile of rare weeds in these woods."

Mr. Sharm, who came to collect medication ingredients, seemed to think this house was empty.

You just walked into the house to formulate your medication, and you said you and Tico bowled together.

"Sharm likes this forest. I've been here for a while to make up my mind. I don't like being interfered with, but that doesn't mean I like one. That's why I accepted Sharm."

It seems that the medicine Mr. Sharm has formulated is still in the house.

They told me to throw it away, but it's a pill my friend made. I guess they couldn't dump me to throw it away.

"What kind of medicine is that?

"I wonder how it went. I remember being explained, but I almost overheard it. … would you like to try it?

Mr Tico said in a joking tone.

"I don't think it's gonna work if I drink it."

"Oh, why not?

"I had too much training, and the medicine was in a difficult shape."

"If you train too much, that's what happens."

Knowing my physique, Mr. Tico was calm.

Just as I had developed too much physical strength to make the medicine work, Tico had developed too much magic to gain strong mental strength.

What do you mean, if I train too much as a wizard, I'll have a calm and sedentary personality, like Mr. Tico?

... What do you think? I can't imagine it at all.

"It's time to burn."

Enjoying the conversation with Mr. Tico, Mr. Noir has reported with his face out the window.

Apparently, Mr. Tico asked me to watch the cooking fire.

"Well, what do we do? If you seem tired, you can start training tomorrow."

"I'd like to start training today if possible!

"Really, you look a lot like me back in the day.... but how long will that energy last?

I guess you're trying me out. I suddenly got a tone that scared me, but I just want it!

"If you want to be a great wizard, I will try to endure any training!

"That's a good idea. Then you'll have to train harder than me."

"Harsher training than Mr. Tico......?

"Yeah. Unlike me at the time, your magic is insignificant. But if you don't, the magic won't go up. Or don't you like hard training?

"No, I'm glad!

Mr. Tico was serious about me.

Otherwise, there's no way they'll have an original training menu for harsh training.

I'm called Grandpa Maurice, I'm called Mr. Tico, and I'm blessed with a master.

Firehand's up.

Mr. Noir came out of the window and reported pale.

"Oh, sounds like you've been talking too long. When you get older, you seem to keep talking."

"You're still young."

"You're going to say something nice. By the way, did you leave the fire there?

"There was a bottle of water nearby, so I switched it off."

"Yeah. That's a good decision. I'm not happy the house burns right after the renovation. But you couldn't have lunch, could you?

"If you want to eat, you can eat. By the way, it's safe."

"Yeah, but... what do we do? Don't you like burnt pancakes?

"I'm not hungry, and I'd love to get into training as soon as I can!

Mr. Tico chuckles.

"If you want training, I'll make it happen."

Say that, and I'll give you back my acne.

"Come on, you should follow me. I'm going to show you to the cave where the Dark Lord was once based."