Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

There are eight other members of this latex collection in total besides me. There are four squire and four village youths on duty this time. The squire and I are wearing a new rubber protector that is officially employed in the village, and the members of the collection are wearing rubber protectors that are old-fashioned but were active until a while ago. But only me and my squire are armed. All the squire have swords on their hips, and I am a self-made sword and a wooden gun wearing it.

The collection is progressing at a cautious but unchanged pace, and the work is going well. It was just before noon when I finished collecting about half of it, so I was supposed to have lunch a little early but with a break. The lunch box is a sandwich with vegetables and chicken in black bread. Honestly, the dressings and sauces don't taste very good, but the gathering members are hanging onto the sandwich because they eat meat only for a few days.

Collection instructors are dangerous, but they're pretty popular because they always distribute chicken sandwiches. It's also a popular secret, as regular openings and other instructors don't allow you to eat. I talk to my squire while I twist one.

"Is it okay if I don't have to keep an eye on you during the break?

"Yeah, there hasn't been any raids since, and well, you'll be fine. Eat up and stay alert."

says Whitney, Judd's son and a former official squire for some time.

"But aren't demons coming after these gaps?

I said this, but it wasn't cowardly. Caution is just because I think it's important.

"Master Al is worried about you. But I get it. I'll be on guard right away. Hey, Jamie, you're opposite me. Southwest, please."

As soon as Whitney said so, he rose and headed northeast on alert standby with one sandwich cut. Jamie likewise heads southwest, the opposite direction to Whitney. I guess I'll take turns in a few minutes.

I feel a little relieved and go back to the task of grabbing sandwiches that are not very good. The black bread is hard, so I can't bite it unless I'm serious. With that said, the bakery that was by the house of the previous life was black bread. The contents were soft there, I don't think it was this sour. Occasionally I remembered eating smoked salmon with my wife and good hams when I got them at neutral or old age, etc. I can still remember the wife's face. If you're still feeling well, that's fine.

My squire, who was resting in anticipation of when I managed to get rid of the sandwich, spoke reluctantly.

"Dear Al, I'm sorry, can I have some hot water?

It would be tea after meals. When I say tea, it's not real tea just because I call it that on my own. There's something about herbs like mint growing all over the village that smells good and calms me down a little. I was just about to have a drink too, so I turned the water from the water bottle I was offered in two replies into hot water. The only reason I don't serve hot water from the beginning is because magically created water is of course not harmful to drink, but it's probably completely pure water, so it doesn't taste good. Everyone knows that, so they bring water bottles. The water bottle is made of wood and has a rubber stopper. Open the rubber stopper and cast fire magic on the water in the water bottle offered. If it's water created by magic, it's easy to increase the temperature to near boiling with one level 2 fire magic shot, but if it's not water created by itself, it consumes nearly 10 times that MP.

I can warm up water other than I created myself with no particular problems, so I can also glimpse verses from everyone who thinks I can use magic better than saying I have a lot of MP. I haven't talked about it since it's not something I want to talk about.

Return the water from all the water bottles to hot water. If you add herbal leaves there and steam them for about a minute, you can say tea, herbal tea, or herbal water. Watch out for burns and sip slowly. It smells good, and my mouth feels refreshed, so I get used to it and it feels delicious.

I was taking a slow break like that.

Such a fold, I heard Whitney screaming.

"A demon!!

Are you finally here? The squire, including me, will stand up and confirm their armament. One of the squire ran to the village to call for reinforcements. In advance, I had decided who would go at times like this, so I am not lost or confused. Let one of the others go get Jamie, and I'll do my best to get to Whitney.

Whitney should probably be about 200m away. Not to say there's not much undergrowth, it's in the woods with bumps. I'm not fast enough to run the flat ground. It'll probably take about 30 seconds. I want to go a little faster but I also have to be careful not to fall. If you fall, it'll take extra time, and in my case, even if you put it in sight, there's magic, so the strength is that you don't have to approach the distance to shoulder to shoulder with Whitney to be able to attack and do anything.

Hold the wooden gun and run in a hurry. In the meantime, I try to use the appraisal to see what the hell happened. Soon enough, a demon in contention with Whitney entered his sight. It's Kobold.

[M/20/7/7435 · Puppy/Bozo family]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 3]

[Level: 2]

[HP: 16 (16) MP: 1 (1)]

[Muscle Strength: 3]

[Jun Min: 3]

[Dexterity: 1]

[Endurance: 2]

There are four of these. Kobold has the appearance of anthropomorphizing a dog, a monster walking on two legs. Hands are as clever as humans, and they are intelligent enough to use weapons and other tools, including sticks. The body surface in the body is covered in small scales, but the head is the dog itself. No, I don't know if it's a dog or a hyena or another wolf. Well, I'm not a werewolf or a werewolf, so is there a wolf? It's a relatively popular demon around here. I've never met him during a night hunt because he's not nocturnal, but I've seen him several times during the day. Normally, if this number is high, keep going. I've never fought even if I see it because some heads just look at the situation to the extent that they run away on the right. Witney was alone this time, so I guess he attacked me.

It's not a big demon. I don't even have to use magic, so I'd better just go to Whitney's and fight with him. I am.

"Hey, hey!

I stuck my gunsword out and into Kobold at the end as I raised my voice that Stick a gunsword in the middle of your chest and use the momentum you have penetrated to kick it on and pull out the gunsword. Looks like Whitney was buying time because the four of them were opponents or because they were thoroughly guarded against the war. From what I've seen, so far, there's no way he's been wounded.

Anyway, this went from four to one to three to two. If Kobold is the opponent, it's all right now. It will be only a matter of time before we wipe them out. Even Whitney should be able to handle it alone if he's prepared for some danger in the first place. All you have to do is think about safety and Jamie and the other squire will be three to four if they come to reinforcements, so then you'll just have to fold them up all at once.

We concentrate on putting on the sticks Kobold uses, taking them with swords and swords, and watching the timing of the swinging attack. That's when.

"Goaaaaaaaaaaa!!

The roar roared.

In an instant, your body becomes stiff. This... Is that it? Horned bear?

The three Kobolds go into panic.

Whitney is probably in a state of panic, but not as good as Kobold.

We need to get back on track and prepare for the emergence of the Horn Bear.

I'll take you down all at once with magic.

That's what I thought, but I took Whitney between them and discovered there was a horned bear a few dozen more meters away.

He approaches us with a fierce dash.

Not good.

I can't get water or dirt out of Whitney's way. You won't be able to magically fly it after generating it.

This is a flesh-bomb battle!?

Oh, come on, I'm not kidding.

But what do we do!?

Retreat as it is means witney's watchful slaying.

I can't do that very much.

I don't have a choice.

I get out in front of Whitney in panic and put up a wooden gun. It's only about 10 meters away. Stick the wooden gun out like a spear. Horndbear, who has run on four legs, unexpectedly and brilliantly targeted his head at my attack, hitting me as he did. Me getting hit and bounced off my chest from my giant shoulder. If it weren't for the rubber protector, my ribs might have broken. It was about momentum.

I was flown about 10m and rolled to the ground and I coughed and tried to get up but didn't stand up well. I guess I didn't get a trauma, but it seems like the best I can do is stare at the horned bear like all the air in my lungs has leaked out. But if we don't do something soon, Whitney's gonna get hit. I'm guessing Horndbear tried to start with Kobold, who went into a state of panic. He shook his right arm up as he turned back toward the Kobolds.

Is it because of the outfit looking up from the ground, the horned bear looks slightly larger? The blackening 10 cm angle standing on his forehead reflected the rays of chirality and the sun.

Horndbear shook his right arm down as it was, letting Kobold, who was gushing and trembling at the end, hit him. Kobold's head disappeared like blood smoke, making an indescribable noise that was neither gushy nor gushy.

I'm not going to keep looking at you like this. It's not like I know when my target will be Whitney, and it feels like I still can't breathe well. He managed to get one knee up, put his left hand away from the wooden gun and pointed his palm at the horned bear. While using magic, I admire myself that it was something that often didn't let go of the wooden gun.

I created an elongated burner-like fire with the magic of the improved "Flames Lower," swinging it, or magically manipulating it to get tangled up in a horned bear. When the flames emanating from your left hand converge as thin as a gas burner, they stretch. I can steer and magic desperately toward Horndbear's head, who was showing the left side against this one.

Horndbear still doesn't seem to realize I'm using magic. Now he's waving his left hand up. Damn, my shaken left hand is in the way and hard to aim directly at my head. Don't worry, I'll get you that left arm if you can't fit in!

It entangles a 'flame-slower' like a gas burner like a creature in the left arm that is still about to be shaken down, and at the same time squeezes it. Horned bears can't stand the heat of the flames and raise their voices.

"Gao, o, o, o!"

Now it seemed to be a voice of pain, not a roar of special skill. My body never stiffened. Tighten with tightness and flame. "Flames Lower," entangled in the left arm of the horned bear, relentlessly burns brown hair growing on the body surface and appears to be scorching the epidermis. Horndbear turned this way like he remembered me and raised his roar to intimidate him again, even as he was burned in the left arm.

"Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

My body was stiff and at the same time my concentration on magic was interrupted. 'Flames Lower', which was tangled in his arms, quickly disappeared. At the same time the stiffness can be solved, the growl is over, and it looks like I've been totally targeted. Shit, next. My chest is painful and I can't help it, but I can't go into it. I magically soil about a bath bucket with enough ground if I'm blind. Scatter it with thoughtless magic and wind magic.

Immediately afterwards. Now put out the ice spear. We don't have time, so the size is a little bigger than a regular spear. But he put multiple spears around me. A total of five. I didn't have time to put that spear on the run for acceleration, so I flew as fast as I could to the area where I last saw Horndbear's head. I heard a lot of noise just once.

Looks like I could hit it somewhere on the horn bears. I was willing to release magic from my left hand, which protruded again to use the magic of the takeover I had developed, but I remembered that Whitney was still around and had to give up new magic. Damn it, what do we do?

The scattered earthen smoke clears and reveals a horned bear. I hear the ice spear smashed his left eye. A spear is standing in my left eye. Heh, I remember the first eye I used to ice marinate.

Horndbear is roaring at me staring at what he's going to do next. I look back at losing too. My chest remains painful, but will I lose even if I will? I give out multiple spears again. And, what happened, the horned bear that saw it unexpectedly ran away at considerable speed when he turned around in a quick motion.

I wonder if Whitney finally took it off the panic too, he was putting his sword back together, but he didn't seem to be able to cope with this hornbear retreat either, seemingly unexpected. Just in case I appraised Whitney to make sure there were no injuries, I fell unbearably.

I didn't lose consciousness, so even though I fell down, I appraised myself, but my HP was halved, but it was in good condition. He doesn't seem to have a fracture, but he was hit in the chest, so I guess his lungs are compressed and he suffers. But this will soon recover.

Just in case, I try to do some healing magic on myself, but the pain in the chest of what HP heals remained intact. That's when Jamie and the other squire finally arrived. He looks at me falling and rushes over with a voice, but he immediately seems to have noticed Kobold panicking. Looks like Jamie did the end of the two Kobolds left with another squire while he was standing by to escort me and without alarm.

Not long ago, I recovered, so I talked about the upside. That Kobold was attacking Whitney with four at first. That I broke in and knocked one down and defended myself to wait for reinforcements. That at some point in the meantime Horned Bear has appeared and assaulted. That it did not end up claiming a horned bear, although it caused a hand injury, and that it was retreated. I followed the order and told them all.

Maybe the previous victim was hit by that hornbearer. I forgot about the appraisal of the retreating horndbears, but the way they were waving their arms up to Kobold in the first outfit to look up. A stare at this one and a roar. And backwards retreating and running. They all looked impressive to me. It's not going to be forgotten for a while.

What was surprising was that the horned bear that looked so big wasn't actually that big. I'm well aware of the horndbears I defeated before because they were dismantled, but they weren't like that. Maybe this time the guy was still a young individual.

While I was withdrawing, I kept thinking about that one-eyed horned bear on my way home. I can handle this one, but what about next time?

Somehow I felt like I couldn't be alone without taking him down.