Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

Expectations always come off.

So we just have to get out of here before it does.

Looking up at the sky in the gap between the iron lattices, Rican remembered a long time ago.

The first time I desperately escaped was when I was sixteen.

Back then, Lycan had a boy he could call his best friend.

Calsa was one younger, and we were always together to go anywhere and do something.

"Such a small village, get out of here quickly..."

"Oh, let's go to Boundary Street and be adventurers!

The days of just telling each other that there is only boredom and no other love.

Calsa for scouts with wind sperm trees and familiarity with monster ecology.

Lycan, whose body is not that big, can already use the lower branch skills of the ground tree.

The two boys, who recognize each other as good companions, swelled their hearts to longing for adventure.

And that expectation was brought about in an unexpected way.

A large number of monsters attacked the village.

As the anger and scream echoed, the two jumped out of the house dressed up and even ran down the mountain path at night.

But ruthlessly, countless feathers were looming from behind.

"Damn it! They're chasing us everywhere."

"Can't I get rid of the smell... Right, they're on fire...!

"Come on, let's get out of here!

Lycan raised his frustrated voice to Kalsa, who contemplated Matsui in his hand.

It was no longer a matter of time before the two were preyed upon by a herd of monsters.

Calsa rises to Lycan, desperately rushing, as she decides something.

"... Bye, Lycan"

Lycan's body floated in the universe shortly after he replied to the words whispered inadvertently in his ear.

It wasn't until I realized I had been kicked in the back that I fell into the cage.

When I look up in a hurry, the fire of the pine lights jumps into my eyes.

As in the chase, the chorus of awesome feathers was imminent.

- They made me laugh.

Lycan rounds and shrinks his body like a stone, shaking his teeth roots in despair and fear.

How many seconds, minutes, hours...

I'm not sure how long I've been doing that.

The night was dawning when I realized it.

There were no more monsters, no more boys I thought were my best friends.

During the following year, Lycan wandered around.

And in the border neighborhood of Dadan, where I had just been able to recruit a few pairs, I finally get the position of Adventurer.

There's no way anyone can move on and reach out to the most unfamiliar boy.

Lycan accumulated skill points in the Little Ghost Forest as he even ran around on his own.

The turning point came in the second year of adventurer life.

The party that was looking for the shieldman invited me to dominate the little ghost's cave.

Rican, who braved the momentum to participate, but again, expectations are betrayed.

The party that came in already had a regular shield, and Lycan's role was to attract hobgoblins other than the chief (chief).

Pushed out in front of four hobgoblins without any support, Lycan manages to buy time by desperately fleeing enough to be arguably the second in his life.

Believe me, if only the Lord of the Labyrinth were to defeat me, he would come and help me soon.

But the guys at the party were more willing to abandon Lycan.

Did you reward me for success, or were you afraid I'd get a bad review?

They laid their swords on the Hobgoblins only after confirming that Lycan had fallen and stopped moving.

Leaving the boy rolling like a borough rag, they pull up quickly.

Lycan, who saw it through, stood up diligently for the exit.

The last one used < Stone Body > to withstand the secret pretence of falling down.

Hardly surviving, Lycan rushed into the Adventurers Bureau on his feet, and the evils of the people became bright.

From this one matter, Rican deeply understands that it is power that should be relied upon.

Lycan came to the river of bloodshed as the rank rose, but what we waited for here was still running around.

I can't help but ask the smallest shield for a role that only makes me look good.

From this time on, Lycan began to stop expecting something.

After spending three years by the river, Lycan cut himself loose and volunteered for the Adventurer's Bureau Guard.

The following decade was quite peaceful.

But when the gatekeeper's job was completely on the board, the busy junior became a colleague.

"Nice to meet you, Lycan."

"You're Mr. Rican."

"Don't worry about the details. You smell like an old man."

Carlus was bright at the bottom, and a loud man.

But even though it is a work relationship, it is also the first company I have had in a long time.

The two talked about no other love, and occasionally the two men drank it down.

Rican, who has no faith in others, fitted Carlus and the horse, the opposite character, perhaps because they were both people who were betrayed by expectations.

But the purple-eyed youth lost one arm, yet still left expectations of living.

With the mud fishermen who insulted him as being more miserable than himself, Lycan thinks of it.

And the day of the Great Occurrence.

Remembering the tragedy that struck this city and his village nine years ago, Lycan, driven by fear, reacts disproportionately.

The result was to be blamed, his background written off and he was expelled.

Waiting for Lycan, who left the cabin nagging, was an event I had not expected at all.

"Let's go. Lycan's old man."

"............... why are you here?

"Don't worry about the details, buddy"

Lycan opened his eyes to an exchange with no other love, then just quietly leaked a whimper.

§§§

Six months later, the two had settled down as adventurers in the eastern border district of Sie.

A restart from the age of forty is not an easy one.

But Lycan, who had all sorts of thoughts, ate his teeth and endured.

"The old man's shield is light, isn't it? You know why? It's because I only protect the old man."

Carlus' words were spicy but targeted.

But the young man laughed and continued to sneer at Lycan.

"But I like that. You can't cover for me. Instead, keep running away."

Carlus spears where Lycan even pulls his prey around and wears him out.

With this method of warfare established, the shield, who was finally only able to escape, unfortunately demonstrates his strength.

The pair, who had one big man after another in a meagre period of time, had come to a complete glance.

"Are we going to stop by again today? Carlus."

"Oh, you bet, old man"

I am familiar with the shops I go to.

"Welcome, Mr. Rican, Mr. Carlus"

Irma, the general of the Moon's Shizuku Pavilion, dyed her cheeks with joy when she saw the two faces.

Shortly after the two of them came to the city of Sie, there was a case where they broke in where they were tangled up by bad drunks at this store where they wandered in.

It has been a regular since.

Irma was a widow with two young children, and her husband was the same adventurer as the Lycans.

With the money my husband left me, I'm still chopping up this little shop while I'm young.

I'm just bad and clumsy at the moment, and maybe Lycan liked it when I layered that place on myself.

"It's my old man and my brother! Let me hear it!

"Where were you today? Grandma."

When I take my seat, my young brothers rush over and cling to Lycan and Carlus' knees.

Kilme and Rifka.

He dreams of becoming an adventurer and helping his mother's shop, just like his father.

This one is totally familiar with my face.

"Look, don't interrupt."

"No, that's fine. Cold barley and knobs are appropriate. All right, what kind of story do you want to hear?

"Er, you little boar!

"Oh, it's a good choice. I want you to know how active I am."

The fun night just happened to pass.

The next day, at the request of the Adventurers Bureau, the two head to the Abuk Marsh, southeast of the city.

Recently, a monster unfamiliar with this swamp has appeared.

to ascertain that information, but the result of being muddy for a day was empty.

"What will you do, Lycan's old man? Do you want to cut it up now?

"No, some monsters come out after dark. Let's stay here today."

"Keep your cold cup."

In the middle of the night, to the countless feathers that are deaf, the two glance at their faces from the gap in the tent and keep an eye on them.

It was a tremendous number of featherworms that were flying around on the swamp.

"Hey, what's that, huh?

"... he's a blood sucking moth. It's small, but it's a lot of trouble."

"You know what? Old man."

"Oh, I know you very well. Don't turn on the light. They're coming over."

Some monsters rarely have the habit of crossing.

Blood-sucking moths are one of them, and once every few decades, they become huge herds to change habitats and start traveling.

Naturally, the neighborhood on that route would cause a lot of damage.

Lycan, remembering the village where he was born, chewed up his galloping back teeth.

"What are we gonna do...?

"The city won't be able to handle this all of a sudden. And it's the middle of the night.... but it's definitely not gonna work like this."

Whether it's late at night, the Temple of Liberation in Boundary Street never stops fire.

Sooner or later, by the end of the night, it wasn't hard to imagine those featherworms finding Cie's Boundary Street.

Behind Lycan's brain, various faces come to mind.

Irma pours me liquor with a smile.

Two toddlers who come to miss you innocently.

Girl stuck around when she closed the gate in the city of Dadan.

And a young best friend who disappeared without even being able to say goodbye.

"You let the city know right away. Then burn the fire in the windy plains outside the east. We're all going to finish where we came from."

"............... what's the old man going to do?

"You've decided... Get out of here!

Saying so, Lycan grabbed the Demon Stone lamp and rolled it out of the tent.

And run over the mud, glowing to the fullest.

"Over here! Follow me, you fucking bugs!

A man screamed in the sea of mud.

Just cleared up ahead of time around dawn, Carlus rushed out of the battlefield.

The time spent risking Lycan's life allowed the Guards to prepare in time, thus annihilating the monsters without ever approaching the city.

But its greatest merit, the Adventurer...

Carlus rushed to the Abuk Marsh with a sad face, but what he saw there was Lycan sitting in the tent with a cherry face.

"What the... You're alive..."

"Don't kill me on your own. What happened to you?

"Oh, the city is safe. So, serious talk. How did you endure that?

"You didn't know what I was good at. He pretended to be dead."

"Oh, my God, that. Damn, I lost it worrying about you."

I'm tapping lightly, but Carlus' eyes were firmly looked at.

There's no way you're safe in front of that big crowd.

Though there were no major wounds, all over Lycan's body seemed terrible.

His face is also scratched, and many raw blood muscles are creeping up.

I'm sure he was dying.

"Thanks to you for making it, it was critical and helpful. Thanks for everything, buddy."

"Right. That's more than anything. Can you stand?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Then let's go home, old man. I'll buy the hero who saved the city a drink."

"You're a hero. That doesn't sound too bad."

The city's residents already seemed to know about last night because of the fire.

The two head to a familiar store as everyone rushes off.

Goodwill wasn't hanging, but Carlus feels people's signs and opens the door.

Irma, sitting in front of the counter, looked up as if she had been bounced.

"... Oh, good. You're safe."

With tears in his eyes, Irma, standing up, rushes over to the two of them.

And when I jumped on Carlus' chest, I started leaking whimpers.

To that appearance, Lycan leaked his breath small.

Expectations always come off.

So we just have to get out of here before it does.

Is it too late this time?

"I'm a little sleepy, so I'm gonna get some sleep. I asked for the rest, Carlus."

"Oh, hey, wait a minute!

Ignoring his partner's cry, Lycan returned his heel and walked away.

The remaining Carlus talks to the widow who is still crying unaware, scratching her head like a shudder.

"Why are you holding the wrong person? You two are really clumsy."