While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

"Mr. Bussler, are you there?," he said, knocking.

"Is that voice Mr. Azsa? I'm Bussler."

It seems to be the right answer, so I open the door.

There was Mr. Bussler and - slime.

The slime fits inside Mr. Bussler's arm.

What is this slime...?

I don't know, so I just have to ask.

"Um, Mr. Bussler, what is that slime? No way, kid?

Mr. Bussler is not the spirit of slime, like the falfa's, but is only originally slime, so I wonder if he sometimes produces slime. Although there is an image of slime splitting and increasing.

"Ha ha, I'm not a child. It's a roadside slime with no blood connection whatsoever"

Sort of a tough word, but you seem to take care of it for it.

"Why are you holding the slime? Could it be something like this dojo code? Like," Don't take down the slime. "

"No, there are only five such codes: 'No good stories without backs', 'If you don't have gold, you'll lose your heart', 'Enough money and enough heart', 'Absolute fraud if you ask me to lend you a statement', 'If you lend your friends money, know you'll lose your friends too'"

"All, money connection!

I don't think every single one of them is that wrong, but wouldn't a dojo suit something more like psychology? Or is it the type of dojo that trains scientifically without working out in psychology?

"This slime was in front of the dojo the other day. So, it's just a slime, so it doesn't bother anyone, and I left it alone, but I've been in that place all week, and, well... it seems like this slime is getting used to me, too."

Mr. Bussler stroked the slime.

The slime doesn't ring like a cat, so I'm not particularly responsive, but I'm bummed anyway. I feel more moisture than the slime on the plateau.

"What if I started keeping you as a pet?

"Ha ha, you'll be in the way when you travel, and you can't have pets for martial artists ~"

Mr Bussler laughed at my opinion.

Most importantly, the hand strokes the slime all the time.

"This slime is not a pet. It's just a little connected to me."

The person denied it. Well, it's a hard part of what to consider a pet with, but I guess it's true that Mr. Bussler adores that slime.

"Are you saying your feelings have shifted because you were slime yourself? I let him in because he seemed lonely. That's all."

Pompung and Mr. Bussler slap the slime. Of course, it doesn't mean you're attacking (and that makes the slime a magic stone), it's something to the extent that you're playing and doing it.

I wonder why.

I was, for some reason, sexually moved.

I think I saw something very good. My heart is warming.

What if this is a "theory of chest cum because you see defects feeding milk to discarded cats"!?

I stumbled upon seeing Mr. Bussler pouring his love into the slime everywhere, always thinking only about money, and he feels like Mr. Bussler is such a gentleman in the gap.

"Mostly, there's no such thing as slime settled in one place on a whim, but this guy's been in front of the dojo for some reason, hasn't he? Even if you're like this, you're not going anywhere - that, Mr. Azsa, how can you be so blind?

"Hey, there's love in the mind of a moneyguard, too. I thought..."

"Face to face, stop calling people money-keepers!

The words were indeed too harsh.

"Besides, pets cost money, but slime doesn't cost a coine."

"Oh, I knew it was Mr. Bussler."

If this slime was a cat or something, couldn't you let me in indoors?

"But is it true that when you look at this guy, you're nagging him? It was hard before and after building the dojo, and my heart didn't rest."

"You've been healed by slime."

"Cheap or bad. If I used a vendor, they'd make it a building full of flaws, and they'd say the company went bankrupt on the way, and I could get away with it, and, modestly, it sucked."

"That's what the problem is coming to!

"I stumbled on, my heart slackened and said, 'People betray. Money doesn't betray' the spirit. I tried to be cheap, and people betrayed me. Martial artist disqualified."

"Doesn't the martial artist matter?

Shit, don't come out like a adage about money.

"But now we've got eight courses three days a week, fourteen courses two days a week, ten courses one day a week, and I think we've been on track"

"Normally, I shouldn't say thirty-two students!? You're calculating with money!

The emotion earlier was still a mistake. Mr. Bussler is Mr. Bussler.

But you've never tried to see Slime as a pet before.

Well, that's all I've been knocking down with this one, and it's only natural that my pet can't recognize that.

The life of having slime as a pet while knocking down about twenty neighborhood slimes every day is... quite scary.

"Hey, Mr. Bussler, do you give that kid a name?

"No need for moon thanks."

First of all, it was better not to give it a name.

"Hey, that kid, will you let me hold him?

I approached Mr. Bussler.

"Yes, that's fine. It's not a pet, it's just a slime stumbling into it, so be my guest."

Out there, Mr. Bussler is stubborn, too. Does that mean it goes against my motto when I consider it a pet?

But as I approached, there was a change in the slime (the name is "no moonlight needed").

He sifted away with a blurb.

"Is that it? Is this kid afraid of me...?

Is that inevitable too...... I've been knocking down so many slimes I can't count... You're the most slime defeating being in this world...

Maybe even slime, but it's more slime, which is why I know by instinct.