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

"For about a decade now, you've meant you can't use your hands. I used to have a lot of colleges that put people with slow legs but confidence in their arms at the beginning and aim to abstain on the way to other schools, but that one gets boring too."

Belzebub is speaking plainly.

I'm flat out, but I'm scared the other way.

"I repeat, it's really okay. If your sister and her acquaintance are going to be worse off, I personally suggest you resign."

Do I have to believe that word? But it happens when you bleed and explode...

"The rules are simple. Connect your team's belt to the next runner. Note that if it's too late from the top passing team, the fun drops, so it's a thoughtless rolling start. I don't think that's the case with this team, but be careful."

Now we're listening to the rules. It's a problem at that point. I can't say it's too serious.

"This is the belt."

Pecora is so thick, I've got a belt out like a champion belt.

"Why don't you make it lighter...?

"This heavy belt is the best place to run up a mountain path in the Fifth Ward."

Pecora giggles.

I might have watched the station tell sweetly by the Demons......

"Ah, it's time for people from the first district to get ready. Best wishes, Mr. Bussler"

"Okay! I'll do everything I can!

Mr. Bussler headed towards the starting point.

My anxiety grew bigger that day, but I can't retreat later...

Other than Mr. Bussler, the runner who was to run on the first day moved to the point where he received his belt.

Meanwhile, running back on the second day, I, the five of Frattorte, Miss Gianti, Varnia and Belzebub took the carriage.

They say this is an accompanying carriage and chase the team from behind.

"Thirty years ago, it was forbidden to chase along in an escort carriage, so there's no technical usage or anything. You just have to take it easy. You don't even have a metal beard on your vehicle."

"I'd rather know how that was OK over thirty years ago"

The Demons may have a lot of blood for their sturdy bodies.

I can see the first runner from where the carriage is parked. After all, the Demons are not sure if they are young or old. I have no idea what a demon tribe looks like, especially a beast. In the first place, even young college students may be two hundred or two hundred and fifty years old...

There's a line of backup and sightseeing people on the outside.

Some of them were like waving flags or college alternates. "Senior, it's Fight!" You can be sure because you've heard me raise my voice.

This neighborhood is very different from the Japanese station.

"Mr. Bussler seems quite motivated. I was practicing."

I got that information from Varnia.

Naturally, but I haven't practiced with the whole team at all. I live in a lot of places, so it's hard to get together. At a time when I'm not practicing beforehand, other universities are going to tell me to be serious, and I'm a little scared.

"Why does he know? Cebu Station won't get paid for winning. from college games."

Belzebub is horrible too...

"Don't you have other purposes than money once in a while?

"I can't imagine that, so I'm wondering."

Not trusted at all. Quite a bit, though, I think Mr. Bussler deserves it.

It's just that we weren't the only ones supporting Mr. Bussler.

There were demons with slimes in the audience along the way.

"That slime is" No Moonshine Required One, "" No Two, "" No Three, "" No Four "What!?

Mr. Bussler has a connected wild slime. He doesn't know what Slime is thinking, but I don't think he's lying to the expression that he's connected.

I've got slime. The Devil's clothes also say "Bussler Dojo," so that's for sure. Does that mean that the Demons are students of the dojo?

"Oh, and Bussler. But since he's a mentor. Glad our students came to support us."

"Me, my breasts are getting hot"

I thought Mr. Bussler grew up too. I want you to do well for the dojo from now on.

We're almost there. Mr. Bussler is stretching his legs lightly, wearing a "Magic Linda Outbound Zone I" Zeke.

Twitching also increases tension in the venue.

The first demon tribe that seems to be the operating side said, "It's about to start!" He shouted out loud.

The athletes are slightly front-loaded.

And perm! and the players ran out at the same time as there was a bursting sound.

"What? Was a pistol in this world...?

"What, that's... Little explosion magic for the signal right now."

You're similar around there...

Our accompanying carriage also moved slowly. Driving is done by a professional. Note that when it comes to carriages, there is more another monster pulling, not a horse. Maybe it's Behemoth.

"Bussler, do it! Get rid of it!

"Come on - come on -!

Flattorte and Miss Gianti also speak up. It's a rapid build team, but I want to be more supportive than just being a team.

Did that support arrive, Mr Bussler took the lead from an early stage?

"Mr. Bussler, are you going to go into solitary at once? You do something quite thought-provoking, even though all around you are students who have been running in Inn Station clubs."

Varnia and I agree. I'm only an amateur when it comes to running, so I didn't expect you to make a big decision so far.

In fact, most universities still see things in a dough state.

"It's a lot of risk to get ahead of ourselves. Because I also use my strength to get wind. Did you decide that you should stand forward until you dared to accept it?"

Even if Mr. Bussler is not an expert in running, he is a professional martial artist. Maybe there's like a way to fight a contender.