Entering a Company From Another World!? - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: 4 There are good and bad relationships even in the fantasy world concept.txt




Tanaka Jiro, twenty-eight years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation: Dungeon Tester (full-time employee)

Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class)

Officer of the Year: Warrior

I'm a survivor.

During the past week, Instructor Kio and Instructor Fusio were both demons and devils in training.

Their afternoon training was so grueling that I found the morning lectures comforting.

Thanks to their steadily rising status, the number of broken bones decreased, but the number of times they were blown apart and slammed into the wall through the air increased.

The provided armor is close to the shape of kendo armor, so it is comfortable to use, and in addition, their ease of movement and defense abilities have been increased, which has reduced injuries.

But the number of times I was attacked had definitely increased.

Now I might be able to limit myself to just staggering when hit by a professional boxer, but that's just a drop in the bucket.

Even if I'd shrunk slightly, it would only make up for the fact that I'd evolved from a worm to a grasshopper.

At best, the instructors were able to make their adjustments easier.

persist....and you'll survive!　Hahahahaha!

"Kaka-kaka, I'm getting comfortable, here's Gravity, here's Paralyze, here's Paralyze, do you want some extra?

Watching them train with that evil grin you see in nightmares while you're out, it hardly took me any time to realize that they were having fun.

They were having fun like a kid with a new toy, and as I grew older, they would step it up a notch to keep me in the best possible shape.

'Get a grip!　The wound is superficial!　Don't close your eyes!　Don't worry!　The cure will be deducted from their salaries!　So don't close your eyes!　You're going to die!

I can't count the number of times I've thought it was okay to finish already, hell, or a newbie training program where the word "painful" is the perfect word for it .

If it wasn't for Suela's warm healing magic (heel), the only thing that could heal me, I would have run away a long time ago.

For some reason, Suela was always more impatient than I was.

Was my situation that bad?

It's a good thing that she's a good friend of mine.

I was dying so close to death that I couldn't have ulterior motives.

It would be all right if I could answer that I have no problem spending my time with anything other than dying, but I'm not very confident about people, and I've been having some trouble lately.

In the morning lecture, I'm sitting at the back of the class, where I've already found my spot, and I'm looking through the material until it starts, when I hear a voice that comes over me naturally.

"Look, it's that guy.

Oh, yeah, the fall guy?

Oh yeah, it seems like every time I'm in training I'm getting ripped to shreds.

The rumor was true that my magical aptitude was on the edge, that I would be ripped to shreds by training like that.

Last time I saw you, you were rushed to the emergency room.

How could you get hurt like that?

Yes, the generation gap makes it difficult to have a conversation, but in addition to that, because of the way I was torn apart every single time, I found myself being treated like an outcast.

Because of this, most of them now only look down on me with a mocking smile or a pitiful look of pity.

I can't help but feel so alone.

And so it should be.

From what I've heard from Suela and the other instructors, other trainees don't get hurt like I did.

It's just like some magic school where they teach you the ropes, shoot you, and take you under their wing.

When I heard about their education policy, I couldn't help but wonder why! And I said to the instructors.

And they said.

"a**h*le, I'm not going to make something that can be attacked in a half-baked way.

"Kaka-kaka, I don't mind if you desire despair.

That's what they say.

It's simply a difference in training policy.

Kio and his instructors are ready to go, while other jobs have a slower training policy.

It's as if the departments have the same goal but have different training programs, I thought, as I was lost in thought.

Both education policies have their strengths and weaknesses, but in a case like this one, this situation is fatal to me because I know that in the future I'll have to form a party to get to the depths of the dungeon.

If I had been a better communicator and a bit more jocular, this atmosphere could have been improved and I could have made some friends.

But unfortunately, I couldn't take that kind of attitude because I felt it was unreasonable and I was a little stubborn.

Expressing my feelings

"I'm dying for my training and I don't need you guys to laugh at me.

That's the way it is.

I would rather say so out loud, but saying such a thing would only result in a single word of "who is this guy" in the society, and the atmosphere would be worse.

I thought several times that the situation was bad, and I tried to improve the situation, but in the end, I decided that it is better to show it by action rather than by words.

In addition.

Hey, old man, can you go to the vending machine for a minute?　I'll have a café au lait.

It's me.

Coffee, black.

They have a complete disregard for the social hierarchy and are about to be used as a servant by someone obviously younger than them.

Most of the time, if you ignore him, he will leave you with a single blow of his tongue.

I'll do it again.

I won't let it get ugly.

At times like this, it is better to keep a cool head and a cool head.

Don't lick my poker face, which I had in a black company.

I'm confident that I can control a certain volume.

All I have to do now is to get through the morning lecture.

Thinking that, I spent the morning lecture diligently.

"This afternoon's training will be a joint work session at Training Center 1. Make sure everyone is in the right place.

But after the lecture, the regular, handsome dark elf threw a bomb that I couldn't ignore and walked out of the lecture room.

''What do we do now?''

Head in the clouds.

Just like that, just like that.

No, it's no use worrying about it.

The word "sick" crosses my mind, but I quickly dismiss it.

There's a little something called Potions here at the office.

Even if you fall asleep with a cold, you'll recover in no time, so the fantasy is futile.

So you can't be absent from work due to sickness, and there's no such thing as a no-show.

I guess I'll have to make up my mind.

Loneliness is not good at this kind of group behavior.

Even if it's not the result of your actions, sometimes you have to be patient in order to live.

Let's just have lunch.

I was too hungry to do anything, so I decided to prepare for the afternoon's schedule, thinking that it was better that I didn't have a time limit of ten minutes for lunch like I did at my old job.

'I'm Evia, I'm a supervisor here at the company.

His voice, not loud but firm and cold, signaled the start of the afternoon's training .

"It will be explained only once. Everyone listen up, no talking. Today you will battle the dungeon monster.

The reptilian wings, and the wagging pointed black and slender tail, the bent horns on the side of the head, and the long red wine-red hair fluttering in the air, what the demon woman said was cold and upsetting to us, despite the color of her hair .

''The opponents were selected from the subordinates of General Demon King, General Immortal King's army and General Dragon King. These are all low-ranking Souls. Don't trip up here, okay?

Of course you can do it. I feel like I've been implied.

You're free to form your own team, you can work individually or in teams, but this training is an encounter-style training with the dungeon in mind. It's up to each of you to decide.

The figure standing in the center of the room without even looking at the paperwork in a nonchalant and clerical manner looks dignified at best, and cold-hearted at worst .

"The demons will appear for one hour from the start, with a ten-minute break in between, and three sets of them. There will be no escape from the facility during that time. Don't worry, it's not going to kill you. If anything is compromised, just gather around me and I'll guard you with my wards.

The tension in the air has changed and the air around me seems to relax with the reassuring words.

On the contrary, I felt the devilishness of such sweet-smelling words.

There's a difference, but they're similar to the words of Instructor Kio and Instructor Fusio when they tricked me.

I can't help but notice the papers on the clipboard that haven't been turned over yet.

I've memorized them so I don't have to look at them.

It could have been a precautionary document, but I'm concerned that not only Instructor Kio and Fusio, but also Suela and the other instructors were absent from this training.

Training will begin in five minutes. Be quick about it.

But I didn't have time to think about it, and thinking about it wouldn't give me any answers.

There's no one to partner up with and all you have to do is check your equipment and your wooden sword.

Even so, five minutes is not much time.

A quick check of the armor to make sure it's not loose is all that time that passes.

I decided to at least maintain my vigilance and looked aside to see groups of people with the same job or even different jobs.

''You're a mage swordsman?''

One squad was noticeable among them.

A man dressed like a wizard, who was not among the desired professions, held not a wooden sword in his hand, but a serious weapon that he could handle with one hand.

A hybrid of a wizard and a swordsman, the idea seemed to be possible, but the fact that no other equipment like that could be found with him suggests that it wasn't that popular.

Whether he would be all-around good or dexterous, we'll find out later on in the training.

The squad is a bit more rearguard, with him as the vanguard and two other women, one a wizard and the other a healer.

Still, it's not as bad as the other squads.

Three wizards, including the man who tried to get me to pacify him in the morning.

Still, they're better than me being the only one solo.

Plus, it's the first time I've fought a dungeon monster myself.

Maybe my body is tense, but I'm a little tense.

"Let's go as far as we can.

But fortunately, all it takes is a few deep breaths to bring it back to its full potential.

It's not just that I'm dying.

I think it's time.

Your biological clock, which has a demon's time schedule, tells you the time rather accurately.

Take a deep breath again and turn your attention to yourself. You need to stop looking around you and focus on your surroundings and deal with it, or else I'll be the first one to fall out.

Time to begin training now.

Under the calm voice of Superintendent Evvia, the mood of the world changes.

'Warding?'

Oh, my God, I didn't know how to activate it or anything.

Didn't you prepare for this in advance?

That makes sense, doesn't it?

No. .

You quickly deny the words coming from a group of wizards.

And then he glances at the overseer.

A single unposed action.

With a single blink, this ward was set in motion.

I sensed a vaguely similarity between Instructor Fusio's movements, but I don't think that's necessarily true.

Ggggghhhhhhhh!

But there seemed to be no time for deep thought.

A group of dirty green-skinned dwarfs emerged from the magic circle that surrounded us on the perimeter of the large training grounds.

The demon tribe, Suela, the two instructors, and Superintendent Evvia look so unintelligent that it's unfair to compare them to you.

I wonder if we can use the word "sharpshooter".

Disposable pawns...such a word seems to fit the term...a group of goblins were attacking us.

Fireball!

Oh!

"Windkatta!

Hey!

The only thing I cared about was protecting myself from the friendly fire that came out of nowhere.

Protecting myself from the magic that was flying around in double digits, let alone single digits, was something I had no choice but to jump out of the way as soon as possible and get down.

''Oh, come on, what battlefield movie is this?

As a result of the results of my training, the damage to me is zero, as soon as I look in the direction of the bullet that landed on me.

You can see a goblin that has become a particle of magic power that has been cruelly erased as a result of the numerous magic bombs that have landed on it.

This is the feeling of a Mongolian soldier who killed a warrior who came forward to fight, despite the difference between guns and magic.

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They're all small fry... So boring!

Hmm?

The male wizard looks down on the goblin and the female wizard looks bored as she releases her magic from her wand.

"Do I have to do this?

The role of the vanguard is to serve as a shield, and the sight of the vanguard denying that outright almost makes me forget the meaning of my own existence.

''Three o'clock!''

The other side!

Can't keep up with my magic!

Hmm?

But then the overwhelming scene started to fall apart.

Did you have to pace yourself?

The wizards have been taking down more and more wizards, the goblins have started to close the distance, not near the magic circle, and the more wizards they take down, the more of them they take down.

Come to think of it, goblins are the type that prioritize numbers over quality: ......

'You're a short distance runner!'

Even though it has only been about ten minutes since it began, the wizards are beginning to breathe heavily.

And as if to confirm my memory, the attack that had come from one direction was now dispersed in two directions and began to attack in numbers.

And now they were attacking in two directions, in numbers.

Get your hands up!

I know!

It's starting to get confusing.

I see this all the time when people aren't able to get their work done.

You can't see your priorities and just keep doing what's ahead of you, and you can't see what's behind you.

The rearguard who uses bows and arrows are also shooting at you, but the number of casualties continues to increase.

Ouch! Do something about the three o'clock!

I knew this was a bad idea, so I got up, screaming, and ran.

"Shh.

Between the wizard and the goblins (goblins), he held his interrupting wooden sword and sucked in his breath .

''Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

yell

Hearing my cry, which stimulated my biological instincts, the space was silent as if it had stopped only in that moment.

'Hey!　You guys don't stop!

That's right, not only the enemy, but also our allies have stopped.

d*mn, these skills are too good or bad!

At any rate, I called out to them in the spirit of having to work with someone I dislike, but frankly, I'm not sure I'd be able to trust them with my back.

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Still, we'll have to take it down.

Not much to go on! Hey!

Normally, I was either easily ducked or easily received, so I was surprised by the sensation of a direct hit.

Thanks to this, I didn't have time to feel disgusted by the sensation of hitting a living thing.

"KOTIMAYEN!

Before I could even think of the next, my body turned and ran out to the nearest goblin .

I slapped the hand of the goblin with the dagger that proclaimed to be firmly rusty, and when I struck the top of his left head with a recoil, he easily returned to his magic power.

This is the weakest .

When you think about it, though, it seems to be manageable.

You want to compare notes?

Perhaps it was because of the Monkey King's cry that the goblins in my neighborhood recognized me as an enemy.

There were more of them than even G.

The sight of them coming out of the magic circle, one after the other, was a nightmare.

I can beat them with a single swing and have the endurance of all the days of hell I've spent.

I'd like to manage at least three hours.

If she were to drop out of the race...

''Pathetic, retraining!

I feel like a nightmare is waiting for me.

A sharp chill runs down your spine, making you strong.

"I can't lose!

I feel like I'm desperate, but you need to blast that much to get rid of those two devilish (actually, it's demon and bone) smiles .

With a single swing I dispel three goblins.

I waved my past on them as they flew through the air and waved the war flag.

Another side

Oh, well, Immortal King, that Jiro guy is putting up a fight.

"Kakaka, that's right, you know exactly where to stand.

That first spell chilled me to the bone.

Monitor room, a large screen depicting the whole scene, with six monitors on either side showing details on each side.

Mid-term Report

This was a gathering for each instructor to report on the progress of the training.

Besides General Onion and General Immortal, I can also see the generals participating in this training.

''But Jiro-san is doing well. Even though you are a goblin, you have managed to hold back the army all on your own.

At least try it.

"Kakaka, it will be interesting to see how you fare against my forces on the second stage.

On one side, or rather, the endpoint of the goblins that sparsely move around the half of the training grounds is Jiro-san's surroundings.

His skills are both intimidating and provocative at the same time. He uses it to draw the goblins' attention to himself, and he himself intercepts the kobolds who come around the spot.

As a teacher, I am happy to see the results of his actions, as he tries to stay as calm as possible without disturbing his breathing, and tries to see the whole picture, even though it is a poor one.

Therefore, the General Demon King and the Immortal General's Army, who were in the same position to teach, were in a good mood.

However, when General Demon King saw a man who looked like me, who was watching the monitor from the opposite direction, his mood until now was gone.

''But hey, Jiu-Oh, what kind of education are you giving me?

I'm not making excuses. It was a mistake.

"Onion King, it's not right for us to attack the Tree King when we've got the quality but the quantity is forced upon us.

"My Immortal King, I appreciate your concern, but in this place, results are everything. I make every effort to educate my men, but I believe they are not well trained.

The incarnation of the moon, a being that was not even the same dark elf with long hair that was pure white and shining rather than white and silver down to his feet, dressed almost like a kimono on earth, did not even look at me, but just looked at the monitor .

''Lord Tree King.''

'Suela, you are in a position to blame me. You should be proud of what you have raised. Even in my eyes, my student is a hapless one, and your student has become a great warrior.

If you look at the monitor, even though it's only the first hour, thirty percent of the wizards and recovery workers have been evacuated within Evia-sama's wards.

Although I haven't notified them, they have taken refuge in the wards, which means they are retired from this training program.

Of course, the consequences will affect your evaluation.

The total number of participants in the training was thirty-seven, a reduction of thirty percent.

That's because wizards and healers were mainly reduced, so our ability to control the planes has dropped significantly.

The result is that a single vanguard has taken on an army of even the lowest-ranking wizards.

If only one wizard would come to Jiro-san's aid...

Kaka-kaka, that's not possible, because the only people who are working at the same level as Jiro are the three wizards who support the other side of things, and they are wizards.

We're not gonna make it to the third level, are we?

"I suppose if the same thing happens again at the second stage, no matter how well-trained and physically strong we are, we won't be able to hold back an army of humans for very long.

No, maybe not, you know?

"" ""!

The sudden and familiar feeling that I remember makes me and the other generals fall to our knees as soon as possible.

''Oh, we don't care, we just came here because we were so anxious to see the result.

"Yes, my lord, my demon king.

The generals are standing up, but I don't think I can.

I'm still on my knees with my head down.

Still, I've seen his face.

A blond-haired, crimson-eyed, mild-mannered, good-looking young man who looks like a mere mortal, but there is a part of him that is only recognizable because he is a dark elf skilled in the handling of magic.

The enormous magic power that you can feel without seeing it, even though it's only on the surface, which is the top layer of it, you can see that the surface alone holds a significant amount of magic power in a compressed state .

''You recruited it, did you say he?''

Ha!　That's right.

'Yeah, it sounds like you've got some good people on board, and Evia seems to be happy about it.

"So, my Demon King, why do you think he and Jiro will hold on?

Hmm?　A hunch, or maybe not even that, a survival instinct based on fear, no life.

All I could do was listen to the conversation between the Demon King and the Immortal King as they happily chatted.

''Fear?　General.

Ha-ha-ha, I guess your training has paid off. I'm just struggling to stand in fear of your shadows that threaten me with this.

It sounds like they are conversing amicably, but in fact, even their voices are telling me that their wills are on magic.

Interesting.

The demon lord is a very charismatic man.

Even with this easygoing tone, he single-handedly leads generals that I can't help.

''Don't underestimate your survival instincts, No Life, though you may not feel it as much now that you're free of the fetters of life, Ryde, I'm sure you'll understand.

Maybe.

"How deep, how deep, how deep is the life force of man.

'Well, not only that, but I don't see how someone shouting this kind of voice could drop out so easily.

wind magic

When I sensed the high-density magic, all I knew was the attribute.

'Hell if we drop out!　Put some guts into it.　Koteiyaaaaaaaaaaaa!'

That's where Jiro's voice comes from.

General, is Evvia going to cry?

"Kaka-kaka, only a demon king could break through the wards like this without being noticed.

My sympathies are with Evia, but it will be a goal for her to sharpen up.

Each of the generals said something else, but I feel that they nodded, somewhat convinced .

''Don't waste what you almost died for!　Get to it before it kills you!　Miennu!''

As I said, I also heard Jiro-san's voice that was full of life force, or rather, that was trying to hang on to life, and I couldn't help but feel my mouth relax.

You know?　Do you think someone this desperate would drop out?

I'm not much for spiritualism, but it's possible.

Well, if he survives, I'll show him some respect.

"But if you don't survive, I will give you what you want.

Jiro-san, please forgive my disappointment that I can only cheer you on.

"Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Another side END

He's dead. No, he's dead. He can't move. He can't move.

Even if there was a break in the middle of the fight, we had been fighting for three hours straight and had run out of energy long ago.

You don't care about what's going on in the world; all you can do now is roll on the floor in a big smile.

The hell that started with goblins, skeletons and lesser dragons is over now.

I don't know how many you killed.

That's how many we killed.

"I ain't gonna form a party with those guys.

And the reason it happened is because I've been fighting alone for so long, and it may be close to taking it out on you, but these complaints spill out.

I'm so tired that I can't even move my fingers when I'm supposed to be lying on my back resting.

Still, my head is spinning.

Recalling the past training sessions may just be too vivid for you to relive.

The first goblin wasn't quite as bad as I remembered. They protected me even when no one thought they were protecting me, so I only had to watch my back in one direction.

It was the second half of the second stage, the Bone Warrior's (Skeleton) second half that I found strange.

It was so confusing that it could collapse at any moment, except for me.

A wizard kicked the enemy in front of us in the dark, an archer who retreated into the wards as soon as his arrows ran out, a recovering worker who was only protected by recovery and only healed in the vicinity, a bandit on the run, and a modern man with no real combat experience, but that's about as close as you can get.

We're not an army.

The goblins are draining our strength and the skeletons are draining our nerves with human-like techniques. Finally, the Lesser Dragon, a close cousin to the Komodo monitor lizard, is named after a dragon and has higher specs than the first two.

Thanks to this, there was chaos at the end, with most of them running away into the wards, and not a dozen of them surviving to the end, except for me.

As for me, I was fighting in a guerrilla style towards the end, running around and attacking repeatedly.

We weren't communicating, so we couldn't coordinate, and I didn't want to think about rescuing a wizard who was firing randomly.

It was a spartan training program that made me want to cry, and I was lucky that the numbers were getting smaller and smaller as we went through the stages, but the quality of the training was so spartan that I could barely keep up with it.

It only took one swing to defeat the kobolds (goblins), but at least two swings at the Bone Warrior (skeletons) and only a few Lesser Dragons (Lesser Mini Dragons) because their blows were not very effective.

This is a dungeon, a fearsome fantasy, and a brave man who can conquer it while humming a tune, are you human?

Good work... Today's training is over.

And Superintendent Demon was relentless.

I'm trying to regain my strength while reminiscing, but the one who was in the wards at the beginning has already started to leave and tells me to go home as well, which is exhausting.

Although he's saying goodbye with his mouth, his eyes are telling me to get moving.

No, I don't plan to just sit around and do nothing, but at least that's enough.

"And this is on a voluntary basis, but I'll assume you're willing to do additional training if you stay.

All right, I'm gonna get up and leave.

My strength's not recovered, but I've regained my energy somehow.

I'll leave the training grounds even if it means crawling out of here.

using the wooden sword as my stick.

Hey, that man...

Yeah, he was trying to sabotage us with his skills.

The "show-off" factor?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself for making those wild noises?

I know, I know, a self-important idealist like that.

For God's sake, I didn't want to hear this stuff when I was faint.

I could feel my energy draining away.

I feel like I should just despair and take another training course.

I can see I'll be down soon.

I'm going to be okay with that.

When I see you not leave quietly, but leave as if you were a souvenir, and then slink away, I question myself whether it is right to end up with such a person.

'I don't want to be with him.'

I came to a conclusion rather quickly, and the answer was right there in my heart.

To others, my fighting style may have been self-serving, but that's no reason to get a warning, let alone a denial.

"Supervisor Evvia.

What?

Can I get some additional training?

It's just me and Superintendent Evia around me, no, it's just me and Superintendent Evia at the training site.

...... Fine, we'll conduct two additional sets of training sessions.

Even if it takes a minute or ten seconds, I need to be ahead of them.

I don't like being treated like one of them.

It's an act of desperation, but I don't regret it.

"I've seen what it's like versus plural. Next time you'll show me how to play single combat.

You've wasted your strength.

I can't even lift my sword.

A huge body will glow from the same magic circle we were training in, and a huge body will appear from it.

It's an orc! but they're no better than the goblins we just fought... but they're just as unintelligent and lowly... I'll be here to help if anything happens... but at best you'll be careful.

The pig-faced demon, whose body is bigger than mine both above and to the side, carrying a club as big as my body, and equipped with magnificent fangs instead of horns, walks over with heavy footsteps to show the weight of his body.

Goooooooooooo!

Oh, God, I can't believe I'm going to lose!

With words of encouragement to yourself, you intercept the orc who comes dragging the club with a yell.

You don't duck the club as it is forcefully swung down at you, but rather take it out on the ground and shoot back to relieve your anger.

"Ho...

Now you have just the right person in front of you to vent your anger, don't miss the opportunity.

With a minimum of force, hold the wooden sword in the middle of the room and inhale into your lungs and belly as you spit it out with all your strength.

"Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I was scared, yeah, and the guy in front of me was scared of me.

I took a step backward so that I could see it clearly.

And just as I thought I'd knocked the club off with a stroke of force not worth its size, it let out a strange, incomprehensible cry.

You're right to be frightened, but I don't care now.

"Shoo.

And then quickly switch from medium stance to high stance.

Now I just want to take it out on you.

I just want to take it out.

Strike down, strike down, strike down, strike down, don't care if your throat dies, don't care if you get hit a little, don't give them time to fight back.

Keep hitting with the club with the intention of breaking the opponent on the defensive.

''D'oooh, d'oooh, d'oooh!

Then he struck the body through a gap where the club had been slightly displaced, and the impact of the blows were absorbed by the fat armor that prevented him from hitting the body.

It seemed that an attack of this magnitude would not be a problem.

''Kotey!

That's really annoying.

I walked behind him like an ostrich and swung my wooden sword as the orc turned around, snapping its wrist and putting my will into it.

It crushed bone with a crisp touch.

There was a grunt, not a roar, but a whimper.

Here.

"Tsukiiiiiiiiiii!

Feel the flesh piercing your flesh, overcome the slightest resistance, and taste the sensation of penetration in your hand.

The orc returns to its magic.

Ha!　Hahahaha.

I took a deep breath.

"Either we kill the orcs in two weeks or we make better recruits.

I was leaning on the pig demon that was disappearing as magic, and I held my sword against the ground to prevent it from falling.

I can't hear them.

There's still time.

I'm getting the minimum amount of information I need.

And it's a waste of time to try and tell them it's over.

I just keep fighting the demons that are summoned.

Every time I kill one, I pause for breath and then strike it again, and I don't even count the number of times I've killed it anymore.

All I can think about is beating the monster as hard as I can as it changes each time it's summoned.

I quietly catch my breath and raise my wooden sword.

They hit me, they hit me, I punch them in the gut and patiently put up with it.

He hits you... and clenches his teeth... and drives into your belly.

She knocks him off. She kicks him away and puts an end to it.

Grab his arm and throw him off, then strike him on the side of the head with one hand and escape.

Catch the opponent with the back of your hand and counterattack him with your head, then mount up to stop him.

The body gradually loses strength, and the sequence of strikes is mixed with false movements to create an opening for the opponent to get the best result with the least amount of movement.

The summons was finally interrupted when I was no longer wasting my time and feeling suffocated.

''It's time to go, rejoice, to close, I've prepared a demon that you can't win no matter how hard you try now.

Heard their hooves.

It's a skeleton knight rider. If you don't die, I'll fix you up.

For a finale, a very superior being has come out.

Great armor... the javelin... even the horses are wearing armor!

even if it's just bones inside, it's like a rasshopper.

There's nothing to be happy about.

I don't feel like losing.

But there's still something to be said for sheer vitality.

Well barked, the bravado is a little better when you're there.

I can't do this if I'm not telling you.

If I can't, my body won't move.

With my chin I'll watch the skeleton knight rider gallop away and fight back, no matter how futile it is.

With the added speed of my horse, I aim my spear at the spear that's thrust out at an uncanny speed from my point of view.

I've barely caught the blow with my eyes and the firmness of the blow feels right in my arms.

I've blocked the javelin.

Just as I thought...the body floats in the air.

It's over.

I knew intuitively.

The spear was winding its way through the air and throwing my body into the air.

Yeah... maybe we could have killed it if we had a friend.

at least for those guys.

I should grow up a bit more...or maybe that was just an excuse for me to complain before: ......

And that was the last time I was unconscious.

Tanaka Jiro, twenty-eight years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation, dungeon tester (full-time employee).

Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class)

Officer of the Year: Warrior

status

Force 39 → Force 45

Endurance 58 → Endurance 62

Agility 20 → Agility 28

Endurance 34 (-5) → Endurance 45

Dexterous 36 → Dexterous 36

Knowledge 33 → Knowledge 33

Intuition 7 → Intuition 8

Luck 5 -> Luck 5

Magic power 41 → Magic power 50

state

nicotine addiction

lung pollution

Word of the Day.

It was my first fight with a demon.

And I realized again that we have to work together, no matter what they say, no matter who we are.