Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

A big man with a hole in his belly stands in front of Keith, "The Hero of Drungo".

He's a strangely dressed man who weaves his military uniform over his bumpy upper body.

I wasn't in the first encounter between Crowe and the Brigade.

"Humph!"

Oddly enough, the muscles converge.

What would happen is the wound gets blocked.

"... the 'black' husband also assigned me another weird one"

Keith grins bitterly as he strokes his jawbeard.

The muscular body man comes talking as he poses strangely.

"My senior is Horned-Fineticabrau. You're one of a kind, aren't you?

"Ah...? Evil doesn't hate and muscle shows."

"No! Undoubtedly, you are the same kind of person as my own. I want to die in battle (,,,,,,,). Didn't I?

"... hey, apparently it's just Mocha. Bye"

Keith slightly reassesses the man in front of him.

Though he's an odd person, he doesn't have an empty head.

Horndead's words were generally a hit.

Keith was also a soldier in the past. I fought, fought, fought, fought, and kept winning over my own army.

That's all I could do, that's all I could fill my mind with, and if I did that, it would have been a full environment.

Hit him from the front with a strong guy and win on it.

As much as I would have liked to have fought forever if I had only gained plenty in the battle and that would have been my contribution to the nation.

I wanted to die in battle.

If I were to die anyway, I wanted to die in the fill.

But that didn't come true.

He was poisoned and suffered three days and three nights before he died.

So is the poison, but the worst part is that my people desperately tried to keep Keith alive.

It took three days for me to die unnecessarily.

When he was reincarnated, Keith thought.

Over here, I wish I'd died in the fight.

So you can't deny that Horndead's words are false.

"My life is in luck. No matter how many toothless enemy soldiers you crush, that can't be called a fight. We can only be satisfied at the earliest possible date with a hero. Wouldn't you!?

"Right. I don't care, but why don't you come over here? I'm a hero thrower. You can fight Arcs Baona all you want."

"Gahh! There will be a reason for the battle! There are things listed, and we fight for them. The list changes the value of the battle and the value of the life of those who die in it! My seniors feel worthy to fight in the presence of the Commander. I'm sorry, but I can't take your invitation."

That's a shame.

Horndead laughs at Keith's words.

"Your face doesn't look very much like that?

That would be the same, Keith was laughing.

By the way, why are you fighting? Do the flags of the Union deserve to be put to death?

Why Keith fights.

Because this time, I want to die in battle. There's that too.

But that's not everything.

"It's easy, when you think you're going to break it, you can't abandon it."

"Hmm?"

Keith was a past student and lived only in battle.

So that's all I could do.

If you attack the labyrinth, you will be appreciated. Defeat the demon and you will receive money. I didn't feel bad about being called a hero either, but I didn't want that otherwise.

Technology National Merect.

A country of humans who are good at all brainwork and mechanical messing.

Keith couldn't understand the human feelings of living within and against inorganic objects.

Until one time.

As Keith walked through the city, he shook at something.

It was a mechanical little carriage, apparently broken because of Keith.

Keith couldn't do anything, even though the owner-like child was crying.

I just cry that there is no substitute because it's what my father gave me, even if I say I'll pay for it.

Trouble with what's going on, one magician stops and takes the tools out of the bag or instantly fixes them.

The horrible brown magician with the cough stroked the child's head, "Your father's hobby and your ability to take care of it are wonderful," he said.

Instead of stopping crying, the child smiles happily, thanking the man and going somewhere.

I'm sorry, the man laughed at Keith for thanking him for his help.

"Warriors protect their smiles. That's a wonderful thing I can't do. But at the very least, the sorcerer encourages us to be able to make a smile. I'm glad it helped, 'he said.

Yes, it is.

Keith has been fighting for his own fulfillment.

So the only thing that helped the country was the theory of results.

Even magicians don't all live for others.

But yes. Time for them to get to their desks, time for repeated failures.

It's connected to a smile one day.

Big, Keith thought.

More so than myself and others who have only hoped to scatter in battle one day.

What a hero he was called, and he said he was a little man no more than a passing magician.

"My people's happiness, much better. But I don't think I can break your smile on this side to make it happen. A warrior is a man who protects his smile."

So that the witches and magicians can make a smile in the future.

First, you have to protect yourself.

I like to fight. You just have to die in battle.

But you have to win.

At least we have to protect it.

I'm sure if I die that way, I feel great.

If you can survive and see the world afterwards, that's fine.

"" Union of Heroes "-" Heroes of Drungo "Keith-Fulblood. Battle."

"" Heroes Brigade "-" Heroes of the Haughty Arms "Horndead-Fineticabrough. Come on, come on!

Pull the Great Sword out of the pattern you were carrying on your back.

Fighting between battle fanatics began.