Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

"- Huh? And is that a special training?

"Oh!"

I can see Samara's body trembling in small pieces in my words.

Apparently, that you're shivering samurai because you think you can get my special training?

"Hmm -"

I look at the elves headed by Samara as I squirm alone with my hands on my chin.

Every elf, to some extent, seems to be trained, but I don't feel comfortable taking him to battle.

Without a doubt, if you take them to battle, the injured - if you're unlucky, you might have a dead man.

And if that happens, who's to blame...

Even if it was spontaneous, when the close one is gone, it would be fine if that angry spearhead were directed at Erin Feet, but it would definitely be directed at me and my people!

That way, it's not too much trouble.

Then I'd better say no from the start......

Sometimes when they add their motivation, they can be forced to follow.

No! They'll follow us for sure!

"Oh, um... we're that far..."

The elves seem to have butted in.

For some reason, when I told them I was going to put on special training, they gave me the vibe to shy away.

Look at them like that, I see! I'm convinced.

I mean, I guess they're not only rebuilding the village, but they're getting caught up in it for their benefactors who even put them on to training.

Totally, I don't know how to distance myself, even if it's me when I hit and change like a sacubus I was somehow planting on a man and it gets so itchy.

"It's all right! Leave it to me!

"Yu, Mr. Yuma!? 'Cause it's okay! Because you don't have to train me!

I'm not going to be talking to Erin Feet, but why would the outfield say it anyway...

Hmm...

I mean, that's it, right?

"I see, you mean you want Erin Feet to work out too? Well, you couldn't even attack the dungeon, because you're a miscellaneous fish god!

"- What did you say right now? You said miscellaneous fish, right? You said miscellaneous fish, right?

You've asked me twice because it's important...

You're still a prized guy.

Miscellaneous fish, because it's true, you just have to accept...

We have to fight. We have to go, right? Reality!

"I didn't say anything, did I? You, aren't you deaf?

Do you want to stir it up for now?

I hate this guy...

"Mucky! Enough! I can't stay here! I'm going back to the village!

"Whoa, that's a death flag, but are you okay?

Erin Feet, who heard my words, smiles back if she has blood vessels on her forehead.

And he threw it at me when he lifted the chair he was being chased to the dining room and tavern with both hands.

Of course, I'll take it with one hand.

Then she kicked a nearby chair and left the building.

"Oh man - you're a really short tempered guy... is that something you can't just calm down and talk about?

"Did Mr. Yuma, on purpose, piss that one off?

Looking back, Yurika spoke with a sigh of relief.

"No. - I just told you the truth, I'm not going to piss you off at all..."

"Oh, really..."

Did you do something strange?

I don't know...

"So... we don't like to take Yuma's time..."

Samara talked to me about it because she was waiting for the story to come to a paragraph.

Hi, I think the elves have been reluctant since the dungeon blew up.

Here, you'd better let me distract you, explain it properly, and reassure you.

"It's okay, because you're enough to teach me how to fight until I'm strong enough there!

"Is that it?

"Oh! Right there!

Kill Wyburn or some dragon with your bare hands! I wouldn't even say that, but it wouldn't be a problem if you worked out enough to use your weapon to take them down.

Because of that, some yuma dungeons I made.

Besides, considering the lineras thing, you might want to look into the yuma dungeon.

"That's good. Right there, right? Really! Right there, right?

I wonder why you ask me so many times, but well, if it's about Wyburn or Dragon, you can take it down with your bare hands.

It would be there if we could take them down with weapons.

"Oh, I won't lie! I want you to be strong there!

I could see the elves, including Samara, taking a sigh of relief in my words.

Apparently, you're mistaken about something.

It's a fine thing to think about not making me struggle, but you're not one of those people I don't know.

You don't have to worry so much!