Yuusha Densetsu no Uragawa de Ore wa Eiyuu Densetsu o Tsukurimasu: Oudou Goroshi no Eiyuutan

When I opened the store door, I heard an incredible stinging noise about the poor standing. As she closed the door and stepped into the shop with a strange noise in her ear,

─ ─ A hammer flew in.

"Nhhhh!?

When I turned my upper body against my buttocks, the hammer struck the door behind me. He jumped through the wooden door and into the street.

Holding my heart beating violently with my hands, I put my back to the door and walked in.

"Hmm? That's the guys back there."

Kellogg was the beard that remained in the posture after the throw.

"Is it a hospitality trick to throw a hammer at a customer at this store...?

"I don't think so. I thought they were idiots, and I threw a hammer reflectively."

Hahaha, grandpa laughs. It's lighter than I thought it would have been a step closer to killing people.

"And I can't stop laughing. I'm so sorry."

My grandfather reached out as he ran for a run.

"Suddenly I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

"Miraculously...."

The old man's hand that he gripped back was thick and thick, and even when he looked at the thick arm that was stretching from there, he could see that it was getting old.

When I stood up with my grandfather's help, he looked a little impressed.

"Hmm, I'm working out my hands inside. That was a good move to avoid."

I was praised. I don't feel bad.

"Nh, why were you so cut earlier?

"What are you doing? Did you see that?"

"You'll notice if you don't like it. Don't yell at me so much."

"... that's what I'm saying, but seeing that sight and stepping into this shop, you've changed considerably."

"I started to regret it as soon as the hammer flew in."

"That's right!

Wahahaha, the grandfather laughs again.

"An amateur who hasn't hunted one of the Bad Beasts (monsters) is about to take on an unworthy weapon. I suddenly screamed when I blamed it. I was so angry that I kicked my ass."

If you can sell expensive weapons, wouldn't you make money as a shop?

"When I think that the weapon I've handled will be used for foolishness, I think my intestines will boil back. I don't have any weapons to sell them!

"... you don't look good in business, Grandpa."

It's fatal to beat up a profit story with your own hands.

"Shut up, this shop is like a hobby! It's not like you're making a fortune!

I really screwed up, grandpa.

... is this grandfather really a very rich man?

─ ─ In that case, I feel that the shop is worn out.

"I don't want to take extra care of you."

Oops, looks like it came out naturally.

"By the way, what are you doing here?

"I'm sure you're here to buy weapons."

"... that's also true."

─ ─ I told my grandfather that I had been asked to buy weapons in my home village.

"What is it? It's your weapon."

He liked me while I was talking. My grandfather said it was a great pity.

I immediately regained consciousness and asked while stroking my beard.

"Well, that's good. What are the characteristics and budget of the evil beast (monster) against the Lord? I'll fix you the right thing."

Looks like you can sell your weapon without bending your umbrella. When I told him what I had told him, he pulled me into the back of the shop and said, "Wait a minute."

In the meantime, I decided to look at the assortment in the store.

There was also a weapons shop in the village of the hometown, but it was more or less possible to contract a blacksmith for everyday goods, and the weapons were handled only at a hassle. So the sight of these weapons lined up with rattles was fresh.

In the meantime, he looked at the shelf lined with spears.

Most of the men in the village used swords, but I'm more of a spear than a sword. I couldn't use the sword, but the spear suited me better.

In my village there is a custom called "sword" when it comes to weapons. Because the legend of the brave is deeply penetrating.

Speaking of the weapon of the brave, the Holy Sword. I mean, it's a sword. Everyone wants to use a sword against such a brave man.

Let me tell you, you can use a weapon that is easy to use. "Cool" is one way of thinking, but I'm more practical than I look.

He says so, but he doesn't have an unmatched passion for spears. It's just a "spear" if you use it only, and it doesn't mean you can have a big eye for the spear.

In fact, there are many spears lined up on the shelf in front of me, but the good and bad of the goods are indistinguishable. I just vaguely thought, "It looks better than a spear in the village." Still, it attracts a little attention.

Unfortunately, all the spears on the shelves are expensive and I can't handle them now. If you can't, you can buy it, but this is a rare and important military fund with a beautiful oneesan. Oh, and I can't loosen the purse string.

Even if I keep looking at it, it only stimulates my desire to buy it. Moving his gaze, he wondered if he could see any other weapons, and suddenly "it" caught his eye.

A spear placed in the corner of a shelf.

The spear is basically the main weapon, but the blade part is wider and longer than the other spear. In addition to the prick, it was shaped to slash.

What bothers me is that the surrounding weapons are brand new, while only the spear is oddly old. It doesn't look rusty...

"I kept you waiting. I found just what you wanted."

The grandfather came with a sheathed sword in his footsteps from the back of the shop. I lost sight of the spear.

"Come on, it's this guy. There is no decoration, but it is practical, but it guarantees sharpness and robustness. If you're going hunting with one hand, this would be just about right."

I received a sword from my grandfather. Pull slightly out of the sheath.

Even amateurs could see that the sword was far superior to any one in the village.

However, if you look at the whole thing in the sheath, it is very boneless. Everyone imagines a "sword" in their head, and it is the appearance of the simplest picture.

"Well, if you're a mercenary or a nobleman who takes care of himself, it's almost meaningless for the villagers to spend more time decorating and maintenance."

That's true, too.

I took the sword out of my pocket and gave it to my grandfather. After checking the number of sheets, the grandfather remembered, "Um, it happens every time."

Then find the peddler who is going to the village and give him the sword along with the fee.

─ ─ Travelers who change villages and towns often also contract to transport letters and luggage.

For ordinary people without special means of transport, peddlers were a major means of delivering luggage far away.

I'm going to stay in King's Landing for a while, so I'll be back in the village for a while. It's only natural to ask a merchant.