Gang of Yuusha

Do not overdose potions.

Too much recovery can upset (crumb) your mental balance.

- Alchemists' Association.

When he finished reading the text of Billa, winded up by the wind and flying in front of him, Shoji Quick broke in shock and turned it into a piece of paper. It became a paper blizzard and flew out of the palm of his hand, disappearing over the roof of a private house.

Everyone knows you're not kind enough to advise me in Billa.

The healing potion has the effect of healing (no) the flesh.

The mysterious magic of stopping the user's bleeding, blocking the wound, and freeing him from pain resides.

With such a strange spirit medicine, it's nothing strange to modulate the spirit.

In the first place, the Alchemists Association is selling potions.

I know it has side effects, and I'm selling it because it's going to be gold.

"... was it this way"

Miners sucked into the liquor store, a lady transported to a luxurious carriage to fluff her xelles, a mercenary collapse who shouted and quarreled - Shoji turned his back from the boulevard where those people hissed and turned his foot in the alley.

While walking carelessly, pull the test tube out of the ammunition belt wrapped around your hips.

He played the cork stopper with his thumb and fluffed the low potion, a junior healing drug, into his mouth.

Psychotropic drugs pass throat all the time, penetrating the stomach.

Immediately the healing effect ran through the flesh. The magic to be visualized will resemble a snow crystal, covering the entire body of the shoji, bouncing painfully and flying.

- This is why I can't stop with the recovery potion.

There are no wounds in my own flesh. Thus the recovery potion does not serve its original purpose, and the magic without a place to go runs wild and stimulates the cranial nerves.

Consciousness slowly becomes white and cloudy - the pleasure of sickness looses the licence.

Shoji's legs fluttered to the feeling of pushing over, but he tightened with the power of his will.

I still have a good job today.

I can't do it, but I can't be rallied to get to dinner tomorrow.

I took the map out of my jacket pocket and spread it out. To re-burn the path to the destination in your head. But the map drawn by the receptionist at the underground guild was cluttered like shit, even if I looked at it again.

It aroused even more anger to have flower circle marks that made no sense.

You can afford to do the graffiti, but the arrows properly show the way.

Shoji wandered in his head, walking around the alley came across a house sandwiched in a collective home.

He's pompous and stands as if he rejects a grounder and is isolated.

"Here..."

The red brick roof has a wooden sign that says' Percibel's Atelier '. A small bell adorned the front door blew in a breeze, rubbing against the heel.

Overall, the store is old and the worn out spot stands out.

Even flowers planted in flower beds drip their heads (like this) and are not energetic.

The windows were cloudy doors and I didn't know what was going on in the store, but I heard a man over the door.

"So you just have to work for us. It's clean, it's safe, it's a fancy store."

"You can leave it all to us. Arrange a vendor."

"But, you know, I want to clean the store myself at the end of the day... and I don't know what kind of job it is"

There are two voices that persuade me - both men's.

The confused girl's voice was a reluctant one that pulled a step back.

I can tell from the tone that I'm trying to show rejection, but I'm stuck with persistent solicitation.

Shoji checked the map a little. I have no doubt about the address.

When I walked over to the front door and twisted the door knob, I heard a grunting noise.

The rusty smell of metal groceries over the years, plus the fragrance of incense wood and chemicals leftovers on my nose.

On the front counter, a glass case display shelf decorating various potion bottles, large and small.

On the wall is an antique magic guide placed on a stepped shelf. Dried or poisoned herbs. Bottles of healthy foods and beauty related ointments (creams), possibly biopharmaceutical ingredients, even potted plants in strange shapes.

The interior wallpaper is yellow and faded (usually), and cracked lines form in the connection between the ceiling and the wall.

An old-fashioned alchemist or something, but only a framed alchemist's registration deed is brand new.

"What. Guests?"

"Sorry, brother. Later, please."

Two men reacted to Shoji's emergence.

He looks back slightly and puts his vigilance in the way of those in the way.

They were both beasts, not people.

Whoever looks like a pig looks crude to see, but the other is a calm, physical werewolf.

Both look unbridled from mercy, even if they subtract themselves from being wild beasts.

They waited for their opponents to be frightened and flee, as they always do to others.

But even under pressure, Shoji didn't walk away in silence with a cool face.

On the contrary, let me deliberately lift one hand up to my abdomen and squeeze my finger joints in such a way as to crush something.

It's a signal to sell the fight. The air becomes tight and gradually severely painful.

While intimidating the Beasts, Shoji watched the girl slightly ahead of the gap between the two.

With the wall behind her back and shrinking, she also seems to be looking to unexpected visitors for help.

"Aww..."

A clear piece with a white tone. Loose, bell-shaped sleeves with spread cuffs. The whispered chest is cuddly fastened with a bow tie, and the thick decorative cloth wrapped around the torso drapes down.

On the skirt was embroidered a tattoo style, giving a glimpse of confidence in alchemy.

Especially attractive are blue eyes that emit attractive light.

Sara blonde hair stretching to her shoulder does not fade, but is also as lustrous as a golden thread.

Are you just a little young, or do you still feel like a pretty girl, not a beautiful woman?

"Hey."

The pig beast man, with his hands in his jacket pocket, did not even try to hide his annoyance, but rattled fangs all over his saliva, roughing his nose and distancing himself from Shoji.

To intimidate me, or to soften up from the bottom.

"Look, just..."

"Stay away from me because it stinks."

A paying horizontal fist flew. The furry cheekmeat of the beast man creeps up.

One leg of the man floated, and there was a brutal sound of the stirrups and neck bones crushing.

The falling beast man fluttered and hit a one-legged round table with his thick neck rounded and half-rotated.

A tragedy ensued over the crystal souvenirs (Miyamoto) that were decorated on the table.

He makes a ragged noise and scatters it on the ground, colliding unbroken with the floor.

From the girl who is the owner of the store, it's not a hoard.

I held both cheeks and exclaimed sadly.

"Ahhh! The product!

"Brother, do you know where we are?

The leftover rogue picked the side of the medium broken hat and glanced at it as he challenged.

Werewolves in crisp, pasty business suits are not upset even before the violence.

Is it superior to the Beast Man who broke his neck bone and fell?

I glanced at my lying men, but I don't try to cuddle them.

Shoji, who remained faceless, slowly opened his mouth.

"I'm going to sell that woman and this store. I can't give it to you."

"What... What!? Ugh, sell it off!? Wow, I don't want to be sold off!?"

The scream of the girl was upright, as if the heavens and the earth had turned upside down.

But neither the werewolf nor Shoji gave the girl a glimpse.

It is treated like a common matter of decision.

The rush for a stare - in seconds or so, was just over.

The werewolf weakened all the time and shrugged his shoulders. Easy to understand and soothe attitude.

He mixes a gentle color with his amber eyes and tries to relieve his opponent's tension. Shoji almost laughed at the shady play, but when you think about it, nothing was funny.

"Are you in debt, too? If you're in the same business, you know. We came first. So we can help first. That's the rule, isn't it?

"I hope you guys didn't come."

"Whoa, whoa, bro. Fighting isn't money. I'm the Wads Brothers, who belong to the Beast Man Organization's foreclosure mechanism. It is also a financial license approved by the state. What about your brother?"

He was offered a business card from his nostalgia for his familiar behavior.

I did not receive the shoji while maintaining my stubborn attitude and left it alone. Redness appears on the werewolf's face. I can see her complexion turns red, even though she's the face of a swollen wolf.

"I'm commissioned by an underground guild."

When Shoji gave the name of the organization to which he belonged, the werewolf looked distracted and fogged his anger.

Also known as the Underground Guild, Criminal Guild.

It must be a dark tissue, but slightly different in colour.

It is an alliance where illegal work is just sticking to the quest board, and externally it does not give constituents any power.

The system is no different from the Adventurer Guild. Underground guilds offer good offices to their constituents, but do not fully cooperate (back up). Because I just earn an intermediary fee with my client.

In other words, Shoji is not a regular debt taker - he is just an unreliable person who has picked up a suspicious student request (quest).

"Then it's not a wise choice to make with me. You're making some spare time pennies anyway, right? What are you gonna do when it gets so hot?"

"I'm not getting hot."

"Brother, come on, think about it. This one has a back shield. I also have regular testimony and a mortgage. You're alone, aren't you? Even if you had a friend, you wouldn't have ten."

"I'll wait three seconds. You just have to decide if you're going to die here."

"Don't you see? This one's serious. I'm telling you to come back later, you little bastard!

"You come back."

"Fuck you!

Even as scattered pride was trampled, the werewolf, who seemed to have been watching the gap, came up and set up his voice. Cover Shoji's sights with a flat hand and block his sight. And pull through the dagger hanging from your belt with your other hand.

The Beast Man has a better motor function than a pure human being. The reflexes and muscle strength are more than the crowd.

Besides, Shoji is too close, he's in enough time.

The wrist is returned, a straight silver trajectory runs, and a blade stabs the empty belly.

- On the verge.

"Ah?"

Shoji shrugged as if he had expected it. Lightly twist up the werewolf's stretching right arm. The dagger fell pounding. Keep your arm joints bent in the opposite direction. A groan of pain leaked out of the beast's mouth.

You couldn't believe what you screwed up, the werewolf is flattered.

If you have the strength to win - yes, but did you think about it?

I stomped my foot and tried to regain the lead, but that wasn't good enough. He lost his strength without antagonism, crushed his joints and deformed his arms.

"Uhhhhhhh!

The tip of the protruding wolf's mouth bounces. Sweaty but desperate to shake his broken arm, the beast man who tried to escape walks forward with a steady foothold.

Shoji quickly bent his knee and picked up a dagger that fell on the floor, poking it into his back full of gaps.

The murder blade broke through the fabric of the suit and slipped deep into the skin. The stabbed man's spine turned back. Shoji spun his blade tip around the backmeat.

"... ah"

A disappearing Terminator sounded in the store.

Shoji pulled out his dagger, looked at the blade body filled with blood and oil, and then threw it onto the floor untrained. Shortcuts bounce, teasing dry noises.

"Bye, brother."

He glanced at Shoji at the end with a congested eyeball, and the werewolf collapsed to the floor like a doll with a broken thread.

Just two bodies can be raised on top of each other.

Shoji, who finished the rough business, was there for the first time, turning to the girl.

Red droplets on lips. Peel and lick the warm returning blood.

You even tried to chew me up, and the mouth angle on my vicious face swelled.

"Well, are you Percivel?

"Yes, that's right... hey, help me... oh, ma'am..."

Girl - Percibel was rattling and shaking her knees with fear of blood-smelling violence, but the shock of her heart seemed to have eased tension in her lower body, causing her underwear to stifle and wet.

Flush the small water sloppily from thighs to knee socks.

The flow of urine where other hot air stands does not subside even with the power of the will, creating a large build-up of water at the foot while playing dullness and dullness.

With the incontinence intact, I broke my neck and lost my mind.