To Be a Power in the Shadows!

Gamma gave instructions to his men as soon as he wiped his tears and made them bring something.

"What's that?

The Lord sees and asks what gamma has.

"This slime has been improved with reference to Yin Ji Ji. Through magic, it turns into real skin and a texture that doesn't suck."

"Heh..."

Gamma mainly offers skin tone slime.

"Should I put it on my face"

"Yes."

The Lord extends the slime thinly on his face.

"It just feels like you put clay on your face."

The Lord looked in the mirror and said:

"From here, it's New's job."

"Excuse me."

New stands before the Lord and takes out a thin knife like a sculptural knife.

"Sharpens the slime"

"I see."

"What kind of face should I give you?

"Right... feel weak"

"Looks weak, does it..."

New thinks a little.

I don't know about this guy.

Gamma opens the dossier and shows a young man's family registry to New.

"Jimina Seinen. Noble of the Altena Empire, age 22. He is lazy and has low strength as a demon swordsman, and is allotted five years ago. Afterwards, he rolls around as a mercenary or escort. My last job was to escort a demon-possessed carriage."

He was just lazy and not guilty. I escorted a demon-possessed carriage without knowing anything. I just didn't have any luck.

"The skeleton is similar, and it's okay. You also have an ID."

"Yeah. It's safer than forgery. Lord, may I?

"Yeah, let's go with you, Jimina."

"Then I'll get started"

New hands the knife and scrapes the slime.

She specializes in makeup and shadow gardens.

Instantly the slime was scraped out and the plain young man's face painted there.

"Oh, this is..."

The Lord who looks in the mirror gives an exclamation.

"How about that?

"Yeah, nice, looks so weak"

Not a distinctive face, but plain anyway. Unhealthy neighborhoods and inert beards can't rely on it. The corner of the mouth is lowered and the skin is dull.

Seeing the satisfied Lord warms Gamma's heart.

"When magic is shed, the shape of the face is fixed, so you can attach and remove it later freely"

"Ugh."

"A drawback is that it's less elastic than a regular slimebody suit, and has very little defensive performance"

"I see, just for the face? Not for a bodysuit."

"Yes. And..."

When he had heard the whole explanation of New, the Lord stood up.

"It's more like cat backing."

And walk with your spine bent.

"You're good."

A gamma that slaps his hand and smiles.

If you look at your posture and how you walk, you can see how much that person understands how to use your body. Power is what most of it conveys from the legs. People who use their bodies well usually have an attitude that allows them to efficiently communicate the power of their legs all over their bodies. Of course that doesn't tell you everything about strength. It's just informative.

Gamma had previously taught that to the Lord and understood the teachings perfectly. But I understood perfectly, but could not practice perfectly. Gamma's posture is beautiful, but that's all. It is a typical example of a divergence of postural beauty and strength.

"I don't know, shoulder to shoulder, like this. And I don't want the pelvis to shift. I don't like weird habits."

Gamma watches the Lord, smiling, practicing the way he seems weak, giving instructions to his men.

"We've got a costume and a cheap sword"

"That's nice of you."

In that word, the heart of gamma is filled.

"Nice. Let's do this. I'm going to register for the Martial Arts Festival."

The Lord seems to have bewitched his vocal cords. I said by changing my voice color to low and husky.

"Here's your ID. Take care."

Gamma lowered his head and dropped off the Lord's back.

"Thanks. Oh, yeah"

The Lord stopped in front of the door.

"You look great in that haircut."

Gamma's thinking stopped.

Pathan and the door closed,

"Peggy."

and broken gamma heels.

"Dear Gamma!?

Gamma's face seemed happy as he hit his face hard on the floor and drowned his nosebleed.

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Registration for the Martial Arts Festival was done at the reception in the arena.

I looked around at the rear of the line of Demon Swordsmen.

The previous warrior is tall and looks seemingly strong when he sees his muscles building, but his center of gravity is not stable.

Um, subtle, but I'd hardly look weaker.

A warrior lined up behind me, too.

He has a stable center of gravity but fat on his stomach. Rather, it stabilizes the center of gravity with fat. You drink too much.

But it's okay. My face is gripping, and I'm sure I'm weaker.

I looked around like that and hosted the tournament on my own to see who looked the weakest.

I'm from "Oi Oi Oi Oi, I'm gonna die." "Who the hell is he!? 'Cause I want to do it. I have to be the weakest class look in this for now.

He's a mischievous fish, that guy over there is a mischievous fish, that guy over there is a mischievous fish, that guy over there is a mijinko... no, there's only mischievous fish.

but it's okay. I'm Jimina Seinen now. [M]

As a result of rigorous scrutiny, I should probably look the weakest of them all.

I nodded to convince myself, then.

"Hey, you, stop it."

"Hmm?"

"You're not gonna die like that."

Looking back, there was a demon swordsman girl.

My heart bounces. [M] No way, isn't this... that event?

"What about you?

"I'm Anne Rose. Stop registering half-hearted."

Kitty Anne Rose looks up to me.

At that moment, I gasped in my heart.

Yes, this is... that event that always happens when a weak guy enters the tournament.