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Lunch was still the chef's prototype today.

I thought I had a little too much at noon, but Hagg and Yalarai cleaned it up for me, so I had no problem.

Then there was no such thing as a calm lunch. Speaking of what happened, it started with one of these words from Hagg.

"I thought Akira couldn't be too weak?

Suddenly dis.

... I can't argue with that because it's true.

"Well... you're not strong"

"The lady there is going to kill me instantly, too."

……

I know. Chelina beat the bandits with red chains wrapped around her body. I remember that look, and I sighed that Hagg was absolutely right.

"I feel sorry for you as a proper man?

……

I can't say anything.

"Dwarf. Each person"

"Hmm. But aren't you frightened by Akira's lack of muscle strength with your Lord?

So Yalarai strayed from his face. You're being too honest......

"I think most people fall into the weak category compared to Master Hagg?

"Ha! Wasn't a battle specialist! He's stronger than me. He's got as much as he wants!

"Are you serious?"

"Dear Akira, there are a few. Rest assured."

"Oh well..."

I wouldn't be relieved if such a bakemon weren't around.

"Dwarf, so, what, you want to say?

Yalarai turns his sharp gaze to Hug.

"What, because I have both you and my lord, I wish I could train Akira."

"Ho."

Rarely did Yalarai seem interested in Dwarf's words.

"I'm a fighter... No, I'm a fluctuating technique now, I can tell you that."

"Hmm."

Then the Lord is better suited to human beings.

"Reason. Sometimes, say good things"

The two of us are going to ignore me and move on with the plan.

"Hey... hey, what are you talking about on your own?"

"Akira, Be Strong, Good Things"

"No, I guess that's not a bad thing, but you can't be strong overnight like that"

"No, from what I've seen Akira is a total struggle... no, she doesn't use waves, it's easier to train her body if you learn to wave"

"Really?

"Fact."

It would be true if Hug and Yalarai were to say it.

"First, we need to find out what kind of waves Akira has."

Hug stroked his beard.

"The type of ripple?

I don't know what that means.

"Mm-hmm. The fluctuations, which used to be called struggle, are like the power that runs through the body, but there are different types of struggle that people can pull out. If it's a crocodile, it's a fluctuation in the shell. Other individuals have different powers, such as Rigid Wave, Break Wave, Flash Wave, Soak Wave, etc.

"Heh. You don't have many kinds on your own?

I've never heard of him.

"I don't know, can't you tell me if the type of ripple is different with me and Hug?

"The foundations are the same, so it's okay to go from there, and there's no difference between how you draw basic power and how you train it."

"I see."

I wanted it to be impossible if I could. As long as we look at the brilliance of both eyes, it's an atmosphere that can't be called no Thanksgiving.

"So what's my fluctuation?

"You have to look into that."

"Don't you get the hug?

A hug would have done it, so I'm a little surprised.

"I'm not good at that. There's a dojo somewhere with arms that can check for waves."

"Then I know."

Until then, all I had to do was listen. Chelina cracks and goes in.

"Chelina did?

"Yes, because I had it checked out, too"

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously."

Do you think Chelina will use wave theory as well...

"Well, Veliero, what's the mould?

It's a snake wave.

……

Silence descends. Does it look too good for you or not for girls?

"Another minor ripple, perhaps."

"Yeah, I can't ask anyone to teach me thanks to it, so I'm all on my own except for the basics. I wasn't very good at it before."

"If you're in the Lord's shoes, at least you can protect yourself."

"Yes."

Is that strength at least......

I'm losing track of the strength of this world.

I don't think so, but I'm guessing you're gonna come out with a thousand a ride or something in real life, like trinity theater, right?

I imagine a Lubu like me driving a red horse and knocking down a thousand miscellaneous soldiers.

"Shall we go to the dojo then?"

"Uhm."

The three proceeded with pleasure.

Notice that. Two of the escorts come near me, too. I didn't get in the carriage, so the other two seem to leave a message.

I was the only one drifting a dark aura.

――――

- Now, when you hear about the dojo, what kind of place do you come up with?

The floors are slated and the walls are hung with a "body and mind like" hanging shaft, or the gatekeepers wrapped around the matching road clothes are all voiced and shaped archaic...... what a sight to come up with?

But the dojo of the other world was beyond my comprehension.

Locally, there was that dojo near Mother Earth Church where she stuck one foot into Slam Street.

But a dojo was only a square, surrounded by wooden fences, and it was also just a land where the soil burst forth. I would have been convinced to be told I have chickens and pigs here.

In such a square, to see, the galloping evil guys said, "Oh, God, let me die!" and so on, waving their weapons aloud.

I would like to think that the weapon is not intended to kill because it is wrapped in cloth, but the sight I have chased many times against a person who fell under attack and the landscape I have made octopus beatings on multiple to one is definitely not a dojo I know of.

"Well, it's practical."

Hey, is that so bad, you miserable thing?

"Acceptance, bad teaching"

Yalarai frowns.

"Uhm, sounds like you're not good at defensive fluctuations."

That's not the problem...... Isn't that just a joke? This?

"What are you talking about?" Don't go to sleep.

The stinking doorman at the end of the century (?) The big man who stood out from behind raised his anger. It is a Mohican. It is orange. Chicken!

It would look great if it was equipped with a spiny shoulder pat on both shoulders, but this chicken man was born with hemp trousers on his lower body with a hadaka on his upper body. By the way, my pants are worn out. Muscles are definitely gold if you do Olympic round-throats and disc-throats at Volumie.

"How many times do I have to tell you to either consolidate yourself with the waves of defense as soon as you fall, or tack on the feet of the weakest of the enemies you're surrounding and rebuild the situation? Bye! This mess...... Huh?

When the Mohican hen muscle man approached the lynch site, he notices us on the side of the fence.

"Veriero's lady?!

"" "Huh?!

Miscellaneous fish face up at the end of the century in unison to the hen's cry.

"You're still enthusiastic, Master Max"

"Please don't be a master! Long time no see, but what can I do for a place like this? If it's archaic, I'll ask you at home or at the Chamber of Commerce, as usual, right?

"No, I was going to ask you to look into his fluctuations today"

Turn your hands on Nicole and me. Chicken head gaze at me.

"... I don't know, you're a little guy"

"I want to improve that."

Oh, what, I didn't hear that... maybe Chelina's preference is Macho?

If so, I'd like to maintain my current shape at all costs.... Well, I admire fine macho just a little...

"Well, I'll do the workout, but the struggle... no, because I can't help it if I don't know what the fluctuations are."

"Hmm, direct to Dwarf! Well, I envy you! I don't mind if you ask for your daughter's favor, I'll do it right away."

When did you finish your audition, we were watching the groceries as they took a break from us at the end of the century. Totally exposed.

I pose as the hen tells me.

"That's right. Drop your hips a little more... you fumble! You're a newborn deer! Oh, my God! Extend your arms and put your strength into your stomach! You idiot! You're determined to keep your spine stretched!

It's settled, you don't know the stone without preliminary knowledge!

While I endure my anger for about ten minutes, I finally get in a position where the hens are convinced. Close to an air chair. It's torture. This.

"Ku... hurry up... keep it..."

"That's fine, just breathe slowly, exhale as long as you can, and don't lose your posture!

Master Orange Mohican hen turns around behind me and palms around his waist.

"Yes, inhale more slowly... exhale..."

Master Max's palm gets hot to match his deep breath.

"Hold your breath there!... Ha!

"Ha!

I flipped forward to a shock that I could play.

"Become?!

I got up and tried to complain, but Master Chicken stares with his hands round his eyes.

"Dude... is that true, you really existed..."

Max kept staring at the bumps and his own hands.

"Hey! Mr. Max! What the hell happened!

Tell me why you're in such pain!

"Ah? Like I was told, I checked the fluctuations, what the hell are you yelling at me for? Now shut up, you little brat."

Whoa, Master Chicken's gaze is murderous and unobtrusive.

"Max! What was Akira's ripple?

He also asked me if I cared about Hugs. I'm not frightened of Mr. Max at all, Mr. Hugg. Nice.

"The fluctuations of this kid..."

So the master sighed once.

"Spiral."

……

A strange silence came.