Vorpal Rabbit and Fortress Uncle

Saving battles continued during the day, even on the second night.

While Amy and Chiffon fight to keep their items from draining, Letty and the others are exchanging ideas on how to fight at night.

When rare protozoa (rare enemies) such as big mushroom pigs appeared, we all worked together and continued to destroy them quickly, and I accompanied Kamil in his training.

Speaking of which, Toka, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

What is it?

Rather than Kamil being separated from the herd - the only survivor of the herd that Letty had destroyed - Letty called out to Toka as she fought a deadly battle with a corner jumper.

Torka, who had been taking care of the "Great Sword and Demon Underworld", turned around with her long blade in her sheath.

"It was fast-moving swordsmanship, wasn't it?" Can't you do that with your [Staff Magic] skill? "

Letty jumped out of his mouth with the name of a technique that was being studied in a part of the Swordsman neighborhood.

"Is that another fighting skill?" I'm sure some of you are researching it. "

Fast-moving swordsmanship is not a genre.

< Sword Technique > Some abilities enable high-speed movement during activation, and by activating them continuously, they can instantly break the long range.

It must have been a swordsman named Hagihaikai who discovered and spread this technology.

“First of all, as a prerequisite, you must have at least 46 or more technique delay reductions with your gear. On top of that, you need to activate a Strike Stance with a proficiency of 750 or higher and shoot a Thunderclap with a proficiency of 500 or higher within 0.5 seconds."

"Ohhh..."

What Toka said was a much more rigorous requirement than I expected.

Lettie was also exquisite in her attention to detail.

"With more Delay Shortening Equipment, it will be easier to connect your moves." If you reduce the delay by 59 or more, and increase the proficiency of the "Strike Stance" and "Thundercracker" to 1000, you will be able to create an infinite loop of "Skywheel Slash", "Thundercracker", "Flight Twin" and "Thundercracker". If you shorten the delay by 80 or more, and your proficiency in each technique is 1000, you can just spin it with "Hollow Wheel Slash" and "Thundercracker", but if you load up the delay equipment, it will sacrifice your attack power. "

"Ha, ha, ha..."

After receiving Toka's lecture, which lasted uninterruptedly, Letty's face looks like a chiffon one day.

Not only is fast-moving swordsmanship a convenient movement technique, but it seems that the research is also progressing quite a bit.

In that case, it would be a natural idea to think that such a transfer technique can be imported into other weapon types, but I still don't hear such a story, so that's what it is.

I don't know much about the [Staff Magic] technique, but is there anything to reduce the occurrence of the same skill technique like [Thundercracker] by more than 5%?

“Is this a technique? You've never cared..."

The fast-moving sword technique seems to have compressed the technique's development time and reusable time to the extreme, so that the next technique is used earlier than the rigidity time after the technique starts.

< Wand technique >, especially the hammer technique handled by Letty, has a long occurrence time, reusable time, and rigidity time, and instead tends to cause a lot of damage, so it is quite difficult to realize high-speed transfer technique. That was Toka's view.

"Hmm. I'm sorry to hear that." Letty wanted to try that exciting way of moving, too.

"It seems that that person is also qualified." People who are prone to drunkenness can't stand it before they've finished their moves. "

"Oh, I know that."

Lact nods as he listens to it.

Fast-moving swordsmanship is not a problem, but it is not a technique used for normal purposes.

If you look at the player using it from the side, it looks like he's running in a straight line, waving his sword in a strangely sharp motion.

Naturally, my vision will be swaying, and I will be reluctant to choose people.

"I don't usually use tokas either, do I?"

Well, I try to use it when I have no choice.

Torka is also a swordsman, so he can handle fast-moving swordsmanship as expected. The gear also adjusted the ability correction and so on, assuming that.

However, when it comes to using it a lot on a daily basis, it is not, and I can see that she does not really want to use it.

Somehow, it's not even the proper way to use a sword.

You're right. By the way, Toka is a real swordsmanship player?

I've heard about it myself before.

Toka nodded softly to Lact's question.

"My parents are doing the dojo, so I've touched the sword since I was little." It looks like this, and the teacher's deputy is doing it as well. "

Wow, that's amazing.

A little proudly, Toka says.

I knew I was a real swordsman, but I didn't think I could do that, and I was listening, and I let out my voice.

Hey!? I'm pinching!

"I-I know." I'm watching it properly.

Angered by Kamil's fierce battles with a corner jumping horse, the tokas who noticed it burst out at us.

_/_/_/_/_/

My house is in the mountains in the countryside. It is a secluded area that cannot be reached without using three modes of transport: bicycles, trains, and buses.

On that day, I returned home for a few hours and climbed the long stone staircase provided on the slope of the mountain to the dojo.

"One! Two!" Three! "

"One! Two!" Three! "

"One! Two!" Three! "

As you climb the stairs and walk through the old gates, you immediately hear a mighty voice. The inhabited gatekeepers had begun training.

"Hi, Dad."

"Oh, you're home."

It is also the father of the taoist dressmaker who teaches the taoist dude to wield a wooden sword in the wide garden. Although it may be my body, it is well trained for my age, and my body is also large.

Lady!

Lady, stop it!

Thank you for your hard work!

The gatekeepers who noticed me wave at me with a hard smile on their faces. I've gotten used to it since I got to it, but if I see an ordinary girl, she's a bad face that looks like she's going to die.

"Drink! Don't stop the sword!" I don't even know if you're going to snatch my neck in the middle of it! "

A father raves at the noisy porter.

The loudly stretched voice numb to the back of my ears, bending my mouth to the letter.

"No way. Don't let the recent ones slack off."

"Please leave me alone..."

With an indignant father, I enter the dojo building.

Outside of school, I also teach the gatekeepers with my father.

The junior student is considerably older than me, but I am definitely better at sword experience.

I learned Taiji before I could remember the words anyway, and by the time I went to junior high school, I had the permission of my master's generation.

We are a family of martial artists with a long history. In fact, it is a comprehensive ancient martial arts that incorporates not only swordsmanship, but also body magic, rod magic, and even dark weapon magic.

That said, I'm only a sword, and my twin brother specializes in dark weapon techniques instead.

The neighborhood is quite famous for its homes, and its juniors are professional soldiers, police officers, escorts, and other professions that people can't tell you about.

"Ah. That's right..."

When I stretched my finger to the button of my uniform in the dressing room, I noticed it.

Speaking of which, I had other plans than training today.

I quickly finished off the dressing and shovel that I was holding out of my bag, and headed to my father, who was continuing to teach outside.

When my father noticed that I was back, he leaned his head back at the fact that he hadn't changed.

"What's the matter? Were you not feeling well?"

"It's not that. Um, I forgot to make a little appointment today."

In that way, not only my father, but also the gatekeepers raised their voices of surprise.

I think it's quite unusual for me. I prioritized my training time over the FPO, and I wouldn't let it go unless I had a few more reasons to do so.

"Oh, is that a man!?" Oh, finally, there's a heir to my empty eye-- "

No!

My father, who had a misunderstanding and a floating face, unexpectedly got his hand out.

Looking at the sword thrusting into his throat instantly, his father's eyes shine rather than shine.

"Hmm. Rock is my daughter." That's a good poke. "

"... that's enough, martial arts idiot. Well, I'm going to have my mom teach me a little cooking today."

――

While holding his sword, he lowered his gaze and told the situation. Then I found the tension between my father and the gatekeepers funny.

"Oh, my lady... cooks...!?"

"If you stand up, you can have your head chopped off if you sit down. After you walk, there are many dead bodies called. My daughter cooks!?"

"Excuse me!? What, you didn't say that!"

I was also indignant at the flowing stones of the powerful men who trembled like traps and puppies. I'll make it tough tomorrow.

"I mean, you. Even if your mother wanted to teach you fresh flowers and tea, you would have thrown them out in three seconds and come to the dojo."

"Gu, that's..."

Father's words cannot be turned back to facts.

Just as I was famous for martial arts, my mother's parents' home was also famous for flowers and tea. Because of this, I was taught a lot by my mother when I was a child, but in the end, the sword suited me best.

"After all, did you make a man!?"

"No! There's a need to cook a little bit in the game..."

Is the game an FPO?

My father and most of the juniors don't know much about public entertainment, but some of the young juniors do know about the FPO I play.

Lady, you said you could shake as many swords as you wanted in the game.

"The feeling of cutting enemies is quite vivid."

The teacher also bought the FPO so that my daughter wouldn't get blade injuries in real life, right?

I'll tell you what I want, you guys.

... although it's pretty much true. I'll make your training even tougher.

"But you can't cook that kind of weird food in a game."

There's no such thing as a pot full of semi and beetles.

Back then, it was harder on me at night than training at noon.

……

Once again, the gatekeepers said rude things.

I was also on their meal duty while learning to cook for a time. I wanted to be nourished, and I made various things, but on the third day, I was stopped by the big men crying and begging me.

It seems that the pupils who lived in the dojo for a long time still tell the story of that time to the young pupils.

"This time, it's okay." Look, I even borrowed a book from the library. "

Saying that, I took the book out of my bag and showed it to him.

The gatekeeper and the father looked down again at the beautiful book, which was thick and old but there was no one to borrow it.

"A collection of dishes that even monkeys can understand..."

"I can only eat monkeys. Can't you just eat food?"

"The monkey will run away with its tail rolled up."

"Don't lick your wild survival instinct."

I thought it was the treasure sword of the heirloom family, but the reaction was completely different from what I expected. What, these guys think I'm less than a monkey?

I don't even know if I can pull my hips out tonight.

"Wait a minute! I don't think I'm going to cook for my dads."

I feel more impatient with my father than I have seen recently.

“Of course. Who's going to eat the food they cooked?”

Even if you practice, you can't waste ingredients. Fortunately, we were in the middle of nowhere, and we were all hungry for some hard work. You should be able to eat as much food as you want.

"We're a leftover team..."

Waste disposal.

Nuclear?

You're going to lose your soul, not your waist

The gatekeepers no longer completely forgot about the training and collapsed with a dark expression. And yet his father didn't scold him.

"Everyone, stop practicing today." Save as much strength as you can and get ready for dinner. If you are young, go to the pharmacy and buy stomach medicine. At least double the white rice on meal duty. "

"Why are you looking like you did before the battle..."

Because it's a battle.

Even though the training ended much earlier than planned, the gatekeepers' faces did not float. Heavy as lead, he descended the stone staircase.

My father saw them off with a grim expression, as if he were an officer sending a soldier on a decisive special attack, and turned to me quietly.

"Listen, don't use anything that smells strange." When you come up with a groundbreaking idea, talk to your mother first. Don't judge by yourself. A strong fire is not a short trick. Don't destroy the house. Don't use the liquor in the cabinet at will. Believe in the cookbook, your mother, or your dinner duty, and doubt everything else. "

"I-I know..."

His father's face has been so serious since he took it upon himself at a young age.

I nodded with a little sadness at how little I trusted you. Yet my father grabbed me by the shoulder with a praying face.

"I'll leave everything to my mother." Hang in there... no, don't try too hard. "

"I'll take care of it. I'll make sure you have a delicious meal."

"Yeah..."

After that, I was pressed again and again, and finally released.

Already a little past the time I had promised my mother, I hurried down the stairs to my house.

"... tomorrow, no, I can't train for three days, right?"

I couldn't even hear my father crushing in the garden of one of the dojos.

You're here.

Back home, a mother in a kimono waited in the kitchen. Behind it, three of the gatekeepers on duty for dinner today stood with a hard expression.

We sometimes have a lot of live-in undercover students, and we have a very spacious kitchen. So every day, they make a lot of food to fill the stomach bags of the big eating men.

It is the mother who stands at the top of the kitchen, and the three of them move according to their instructions.

I also wash my hands and equip myself with an apron and a triangle that I have not used since my home cooking practice.

"Is there anything you want to make?"

"Yeah, like a tea bowl stew."

Answering her mother's question, she frowned slightly.

“It could explode, not yet.”

"It's overprotective already."

"I'm just cute." And I just remodeled the kitchen. "

I don't know what to say, but I'm good at Japanese food. My mother also admits to that.

Well then, let's start with a simple stew.

Rolling around the cookbook on the table, her mother opens a page with a recipe for stewed Chikuzen.

You can just cut the ingredients and simmer them. I'll take care of it.

"Do exactly what your mother says."

I nodded in disgust, repeating what my dad told me.

The cook brought ingredients like carrots and renkon from the warehouse, so I quickly grabbed the knife.

"Peel it and make it into a large bite.... this is what it looks like."

"Yes.... like this?"

Knife holder is only a first-class product, right?

While getting compliments from my mother, I cut the ingredients.

Next door was a gatekeeper grinding rice in a large bowl and setting it up in a large rice cooker.

I was surprisingly well. I don't know if it's heartless, but my mother's expression is also soothing. It seems that I grew up without even knowing it.

"--Okay, that's good." Then take it to the hall. "

Yes!

I cleared my mother's taste buds and carried them to the waiting hall with a big pot in my heart.

I got it!

When I opened the door and entered the hall, the gatekeepers waited unusually quietly.

"Ahh, I'm here..."

"Guys, you've got stomach pills."

I didn't have to worry so much, but I cleared my mom's taste bucket, too.

When I said that, the harsh men clearly relieved me.

Let's taste your rude guts again.

"Enjoy."

"Well then..."

Let me, and hand in hand, the men take the chopsticks.

While I was doing well, I got hungry, but I still want to eat after seeing everyone's reaction.

"Oh, it tastes like soy sauce...!"

"It's cooking, it's cooking!"

I mean, it's delicious as usual!

The men, who started eating from small ingredients, fluttered out.

The speed of scratching white rice also increased, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ah, my lady... you've grown up."

"I trusted you!"

"It's delicious. It's so delicious that the expectations are so high..."

I admire you and rub my nose with my fingers as I end up in the tears.

And that's when I took the chopsticks to eat.

Ugh

"What, my sight is shrinking..."

"I can see the river. Is that Grandma...?"

"Oh, no!? What's wrong with everyone?"

Suddenly, the gatekeepers who had been happy until now collapsed.

When I was in a panic, the rush came in on duty.

"Don't eat that Chikumae boiled!"

"What's wrong? Suddenly!"

While the father was surprised, the man on duty told the situation while sweating.

Lady, I mistook Mirin for Mirin and put in the fire!

"Fire!? It's a very strong liquor hidden in the back of the cabinet!"

Huh?

The fallen gatekeepers look drunk, too.

"Even though there is no aroma of alcohol or taste of alcohol." how did you get me mixed up..... "

Isn't it a natural talent?

"If I'm poisoned by my daughter, I can't be confident that I can protect my client."

The undercover student with SP says such a thing and falls down.

The square already had the appearance of a snort.

Oh no, where did you go?

"I can't see you."

"Is it because your brother has a high crisis-sensing ability...?"

While the remaining booze puzzled the gatekeepers, I was safely handed a ban on cooking again.

_/_/_/_/_/

Yes, I'll have Japanese food as a treat.

At dawn, the breakfast was on Toka's watch.

What she handed out to everyone was a triangle of seaweed.

Eh, do you understand?

"Well, when it comes to Japanese food, it's Japanese food..."

Lact and Letty, who had been handed it over, looked puzzled.

I took it upon myself to think that Toka was a good cook, but it seemed to have gone a long way.

"... sister, this is the only thing I can make." Mom admits it. "

While eating the kelp, Mikage muttered softly.

I don't know why, but his black eyes seemed to be filled with mourning.

... what does it mean to admit it?

{Hey...? Well, hey. Yum, yum!

The T-1 was fried in a triangle.

I didn't think it was necessary to wrap it in seaweed, but it seemed that Toka was particular about it.

T-1 is T-1, and the concept of tofu hamburger has been broadened by Inari last time, so I don't seem to care much.

Well, it's delicious.

Yeah, you know what I mean.

Toka's grasp of kelp, plums, salmon, roe and ingredients also seemed to be varied. I don't know what it looks like, so I'm looking forward to it.

That said, I understand.

"I made miso soup." And Sawan too. "

"Wow! If you know what I mean, this is it."

"Would you like to bake a wiener or something?"

I'll prepare something to suit your taste, incorporate Letty's opinion, and roast the winner with a kindling.

Somehow, that's it.

Chiffon muttered when he saw it.

"Night meal while studying for exams"

Everyone nodded at the words.