Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Lesson 41: Who Can't Run...

29 Apr 7438

In the end, no matter how many words I exhausted, it didn't come true to persuade Grandma Shami. Probably expected me to show up persuasively again, calmly responded to without surprise, and unhindered.

You should find out if you can learn anything about spells other than shami. I don't even have a Shall right now, so I don't have a lot of people I can rely on when it's a magical relationship. I thought Mun might know something, and I asked Mun just in case, but she still doesn't. All that. Like Shall. The spell was the end of being told as if it was even one of the arts.

Actually, you do. I'm pretty sure it won't do much good because it just reduces the concentration you need. I wonder if it's a good idea for the moment. When you say abdominal healing, isn't it first to stand around not to get scratched in the first place? Wouldn't it be much more effective to practice attacking oneself or defending oneself with swords and spears? Or do it before they do it, like practice magic for attacks.

Magic and a bite isn't as convenient as I originally imagined. To be honest, the first image I had of magic was "you can do anything you want if you imagine," as used by an old woman style wizard who created a pumpkin carriage that came out of Cinderella. Naturally, we can fly across the sky, and although there are some stereotypes, such as serving delicious food, it was not a pain in the ass because of the many restrictions that I said, such as elemental magic of the ○ ○ system, or combining ○ level ○ magic with ○ magic. Shake the magic wand gently for one shot. Whatever you want comes true. I had that image.

'Cause you do, don't you? The image the ordinary Japanese have of a wizard wearing a black Xuanhuang hat that appears in a fairy tale, an old woman in a black robe or a bright-white, long-bearded grandfather in a triangular hat, usually scratching a large pot simmering suspicious contents, sets the market. Most people imagine this, especially in my age (my mental age is already 55). And then, at best, you're a secret OKO or a wizard SAOO. Well, I've played about a computer role-playing game a long time ago, too, but all I've done is very early ones, and the main character acts alone to the end and uses magic, but also swords and solidifies himself in heavy armor helmets... and so on.

Even the magic that came out there was only about attacking or healing wounds due to computer memory doing limitations, to the extent that there were ten different intensities in total. So much so that even the child's mind thought, "Oh, there's no way any computer can completely reproduce magic". I don't even believe in magic if it's supposed to exist, and I doubt the sanity of that brain miso if I see you really talking about magic. But magic exists in this oath as a certainty.

If the existence is confirmed and the validity is recognized, there is no hand to remember, but I have worked so hard to train magic so far, but at the same time, I understand well that it is not universal. You have to be prepared for the risk that if you use too much universal, your spirit will faint, or you can barely take any other action to concentrate your mind during the use of magic. Although I have decided to continue my magic training in the future because being convenient is a hard fact to move, it's time to focus on creating a body rather than just magic. You want a marathon? It's about 1 km just to longitude the village, so it's essential for a place to run, and if you want to get to the field, say marathon or you can choose your jogging course all you want. It also made endurance, and even the militia ran every day to say it didn't like it.

I'm 10 years old and my body is pretty good, and I'll start running in today. When you get used to it, you can wear a set of protectors, and you can also equip the spear of a gunsword to carry even the proper backpack. I don't know how much I can do with my pre-reincarnation flesh, but I should be able to do it now. I mean, I have to be able to. Even in defense college, instructors and assistant teachers told me, "You can't use soldiers you can't run," and I ran every day. At the end of the various periods of education, he ran daily with the young crew even after being assigned to the garrison. Ranger badged crew members and others say they have more endurance than marathoners. I wasn't competing for speed, but that's all I was told to be a good enough soldier to say I could run for hours with heavy gear at a constant or higher speed.

Yeah, it would be somewhat better if we practiced magic while running, wouldn't it? It's not like there's a time limit, you can practice as much as you want. I remember, but it's an auspicious day, shall we try it soon?

After I failed to persuade Grandma Shami in the morning to have lunch, I decided to do sword arches as usual and run fast on the sidelines of the guys who would make the best out of rubber manufacturing. It was easier to run than I thought because it has some endurance in sword archery and other things, as well as a bottom up in talent. But after an hour, it's getting pretty hard. This is the real deal. I'm not equipped with anything yet, it's a lightweight run in, so let's run through here without a break for half an hour. I decide so and run even.

It's even hard to return an answer to the greetings of the villagers. Time to give it a try. Easy one because it's the first one. Appraisal… No problem. This is exactly what I thought. I've been thinking lately that I use MP for my inherent skills, but I don't think it's magic. Well, no. Next. Can I have the magic of 'Light'? I only use no magic, and I only use 1 MP unless I make it last. Don't let it persist. Using the magic of 'Light' will only shine for about 5 minutes, but it will be enough for practice. "Light"...... Is that it? This is going to be a good practice.

After all, I couldn't use the magic of 'Light' while running today. But I was satisfied that I couldn't. I finished the run whipping into my tired body. I want a bath, but I can't help it without it. Do you want to take a hot shower? No one uses magic for this without extra MP, so it's close to our only privilege, but you can't help it there. I decided to sweat on the back of the house. Somehow, the magic of "Hot Water Shower" uses more than "Flame Slower" MP, or at least 9 MP, for water magic. And because I need some amount of water magic, it makes little sense that the water magic hasn't reached more than 3 levels, and because even 3 levels are about the amount of buckets, I want 4 levels of water magic if I'm going to get a decent shower. I mean, it's not usually that easy to use magic. There's me and Miloo at home, so it's pretty easy to use, though.

May 30, 7438.

A month has passed since then. I keep running after my daily morning magic training, but I still can't even use the 'lights'. I am in no hurry at all because I think it will be so easy to get there. I don't really care because the run in the first place itself is done to increase endurance, and the magic is extra-local. The path of the field in the village of Barkud, which has a slight ups and downs but is basically flat, is easy to run and just right for training. There are no roads around it that have not yet been opened, so it runs around the road that runs north and south through the centre of the village.

When the early summer is near and running through the fields that began to be blue, fatigue feels surrounded by the openness of what it feels like. I've been running every day lately at noon, so the villagers react with their hands up when I approach them.

More than that, do you use your strength after you start running in, when it comes to the problem that you don't have enough strength left to go hunting at night, but for the time being, okay? You always noticed me in the shower before lunch, and Miloo told me he was going to run with me. I was happy because I don't even taste running silently on my own. But after 3 days I stopped running saying "annoying". Damn it.

June 30, 7438.

I still can't use 'Light'. Maybe it doesn't have to be a hot shower because it's getting hotter than that. Miloo asked me why I run so enthusiastically, so I dressed up and said, "Because I want to be able to use magic while running," and I was ridiculed. Seriously, bastard.

As it happens, I met that horned bear, the fold I accompanied in the sap (latex) collection of rubber. When I turned my body slightly without even raising the roar of the threat, I retreated to a glance. I stroked my chest down with relief, but my companions said something unsolicited like, "I feared Al." Don't put me on too well.

July 30, 7438.

I still can't use 'Light'. I tried another magic, but I couldn't. The shower switched to normal water. The delivery of the rubber products is off because my parents are marching in the war. I'm marching with you about the Knights, so it'll be fine, but you told Sir Kindo I'd explain it to you, but isn't it a problem? I want to do something about this. I would have to educate my squire to deliver it alone. I think it's necessary, so when my parents get back, I'll give them a quick pour. "Being able to use magic while running is synonymous with being able to use magic while waving a sword, isn't that what adventurers need," he told Miloo, declaring his nose rough and running with him. Miloo is 14 years old. Deceiving a kid is choosy. But to convince Miloo, it'll take me a month to come up with this argument, or something, and I'm an idiot, too.

August 30, 7438.

I'm starting to feel impossible to use magic while running in the first place. Four months after I started running in, I used clock demon props to measure it, wondering if my strength had followed me or if my time had grown from about the initial hour and a half to about 30 minutes, and I was able to run for about two hours, but only for about 20 minutes. It would be hard to run an extra 10 minutes now. I went hunting at night and the hunt itself was better than I thought but it's too spicy to wake up the next morning. Surprisingly, Miloo and I are still running together.

September 30, 7438.

Oh, my God, it felt like magic had only succeeded for a moment. There was no light, but it felt like magic flowed. I might be able to do this. But, hey, isn't it time for the parents to come home? It's about five months since we left. I think he did come back in about 4 months last time. Well, they sometimes take more than six months when it's long, so there's no choice? I told Miloo for just a moment but it felt like magic flowed and it was so shabby. No, it wasn't Miloo that had the magic flowing, it was me.

One night's hunt took me to a higher level. Hopefully now I can fight him decently, but in this case, I think he's mostly leveling up, too. I can't say luxury anymore. I wouldn't be able to pick leeches or hobgoblins.

4 Oct 7438

Finally, Barkud Village Dispatch came home with one extra person in addition to the 10 at the time of departure. I guess it's because Furn, who grew up and became a knight, is with me. I hadn't seen Furn in over two years, but I was surprised how it grew. Though I thought it would have grown considerably at this age, it had an adult and calming look, although it remained somewhat obnoxious, with a rigorous body of knighthood planting and a slightly more melancholy work. Me and Miloo were jumped and hugged by grown furns so I felt extra grown up. But it wasn't just a pleasure.

One of the accompanying squire was killed in battle. It's Judd. I don't have a housekeeper's problem because my son Whitney is already an official squire, but I'm shocked to hear that a known face has been killed in action. I was shocked the same way when six people died at the same time after being raided by Horndbear before. The cause of death was subjected to a flowing arrow during the battle, but it appears that the arrow was poisoned. He died not so long after he was struck in. Charles regretted not being able to detoxify him because he couldn't use earthly magic.

Is that it? That won't fit the numbers. That's a lot of people. I slowly check everyone's faces. And there was one woman I didn't know. I was a rubber protector just like everyone else, so it was hard to tell. Guess who? Miloo also seems to have noticed and is asking his father.

"Father, who is that man?

"Hmm? Oh, a guest. I'll introduce you later."

I can hear the conversation. The woman I don't know dyes her hair beautifully yellow and green, and she's beautiful enough to look back at it for a second. Was Shall like that when he was younger?

Farn goes to her side and talks intimately as she helps remove the protector. Come on, what are you trying to do with my brother, don't look embarrassed for Farn, you whore. It's ten years early for a guy like you who might not even know this horsebone because he's a little pretty to talk to directly about the Gried family trail. Hang on to the armor hanging that pulled Schal's protector out of the storage, patiently removing it from the teeth.

That's where Farn hung this up with me, and her protector brought it too. The protector I received was the one who made it for spare. I was wondering if he would be a Knights squire or something because he was a protector, but this is the type of guy that I'm new to and still only use in the village, and yes, it's supposed to be something I took in reserve during this troop run.

Fern is the only one in this that is equipped with an old type of protector, which is also in season. I have changed the rubber belt several times in conjunction with my growing body, so it is only new there, but the plate area that protects my chest and abdomen, including the shoulder straps, remains old and scratched, and there are some signs of repair. It already seemed small for Fern's body and it was hard to keep using this. There would have been some difficulty. Furn can also manufacture rubber all the way, so he took a small amount of latex and charcoal and sulfur in a bottle every time he delivered it to the Knights, so he probably made the rubber belt himself and repaired it.

But it's kind of unintelligible. He didn't seem to be a Knights associate because he was wearing a village protector, and my father says he's a guest, and who the hell is he? Shall I appraise him?

[Chanreid Webdos/1/4/7438]

[F/13/5/7422 · Pu · Webdos elder daughter · Webdos marquis knight]

[Condition: Good]

[Age: 16]

[Level: 5]

[HP: 62 (62) MP: 15 (15)]

[Muscle Strength: 8]

[Jun Min: 12]

[Dexterity: 10]

[Endurance: 9]

[Special Skill: Earth Magic (Lv.1)]

[Special Skill: Water Magic (Lv.1)]