Gang of Yuusha

"The brave man of the trade legs," Leskia cleansed herself in the morning bath, sat in front of the mirror bench with nothing but underwear, and cursed and polite her hair.

When the hairstyle and thin makeup are split, the sleeves are put through the lightweight adventurous outfit and the customized boot-shaped golden leg armor is worn.

Mesh the calf clasps carefully with supple fingertips one at a time to make sure there is no cloudy appearance of gold.

Make sure you have a good weight and play the decorative windmill with your fingers. It spinned in heels.

Lightly alternate right and left legs. Bones and muscles were given adequate rest.

Stand up and move to the center of the room.

The upper kick slashed the sky with the mood of tearing - a sure response to cutting the air.

The senses are sharpened.

I had a response that any enemy could wipe out.

The Union fort on the outskirts of Error Knife Town also serves as her private residence.

Numerous adventures caused much personal wealth to accumulate and praise and fame rose to her status as a celebrity, but she still preferred to embark on adventures that risked her life and death.

That was for my people, too, and because I haven't lost any reason to quit.

"Yeah, she's cute, me"

Hold both fists in front of the mirror.

I'm twenty-one years old and I don't have to work to live, but she lives a bachelor life.

I don't miss Union members because they sometimes stay at the fort every now and then.

A communication stone placed on the table's mounting platform vibrated the air. The color scheme is dyed black. Certificate of receipt of the communication.

I stroked the lower part and put it on my ear.

"Hello."

It's me.

"Ah, Shoji. Ohh. It's been a long time since I've played today."

'I'm talking about it... I haven't been feeling well in the morning. I didn't tell you, I'm getting hit in the liver for drinking too much potion. The doctors have stopped me. "

"Yeah, really!? So, are you okay?

'I want to take the day off. So, I'm sorry, but it takes the form of breaking a promise. I'll make it up to you sooner or later.

"Shall we pay our respects? You're single, right?"

Letting her legs hang out. Reskia thought as she tied her hair.

Work out a plan to buy fruit as well. Let the Union magician send you the warmth of the room. Do you mind if I went to see a doctor all day?

A friend I haven't been able to play with in a long time because of this - Shoji probably doesn't think of it as a friend, but Leskia was sparking a dear affection.

Sometimes the fellowship of brave men (street bravers) on the same street corner works.

Leskia, who even quit his adventurer operation and was surrounded by showy-friendly companions sitting alone in the shadow of the building, could not speak up.

The first time we fought was the atrocity itself, with an atmosphere of constant intimidation, but we didn't need to go anywhere, such as to be out of company.

Leskia had no responsibility whatsoever, but left a burden that she could not represent in her mouth.

"Bring in the Union members already. The offensive party would already be in place. Never mind me. Complete Ghost Road.

"Oh, I don't care. Not until Shoji's cured."

'... Leskia, actually, I could be dead by now. Not only the liver, but also the gizzard. I can't help you anymore. "

"Gizzard doesn't exist in humans. It's an organ of a bird."

"It's after the words. Anyway, never mind me."

"But, blah, blah, blah, Shoji. You look poor, don't you? You should definitely make money working with me."

"Helpful, but I'll make it my next chance."

"I'm sorry. I want to work with you."

Shoji silenced to his sudden and impending voice.

Beyond the communications stone there were deep thoughts.

Leskia noticed that she was sweating her hands. The hand holding the stone is cramped into small pieces.

It's hard for people to reject you. Leskia felt the slightest rejection and appealed to chase it.

It is due to the delicacy of her mind that she is a well-deserved octagonal beauty, and the depth of her emotions is one of the reasons why she is popular.

"Reskia. At this point, let me tell you something. You don't need me."

"What, hey... wait, wait"

A feeling of faint magic being cut off. An invisible connection was broken. The hand holding the communication stone drops loosely. I stared out the window in a daze.

You don't need me, such concise words pierce my heart.

I don't like it and I'm not strong - I didn't like it and I didn't become a brave woman.

More emotional rough waves struck me than I thought. Leskia weeps for a heart-wrenching emptiness.

I'm imprisoned by the feeling that I've lost something honorable.

He may have sought comfort and rest in an equivalent being. I wanted you to share the same position.

As I plucked my eyeballs with my fingers, the door knocked.

Mr. Leskia, it's morning.

"... oh yeah"

Tighten your cheeks and keep your head tight.

Upon granting permission to enter the room, the boy with the seen face turned reluctantly.

He is wearing a white, innocent cloak and carefully sprinkled, feathered helm that protects his shoulders, chest, arms, hips, knees, and sterling silver light armor.

An exemplary outfit and a straightened spine of honesty seeps out.

In an elegant motion, he shook silver hair dripping over his eyes, twinkling his silver eyes, and the boy, who perceived Leschia's faintness, looked suspicious, twitching the flat of one hand to show it.

"Mr. Leschia. What's the matter, sir?

"Yeah. It's nothing. It's a Ghost Road attack. He said he wasn't coming to the party."

"Are you the fireman? of us, the brave men on the corner."

Boy Keirnil shrugs his shoulders just saying he blamed him for bothering to use his back-run calling name to put his disgust on his face.

Leschia wrinkled between her eyebrows and shared her thoughts with dismay.

"He's not a good guy, but he's definitely good at his job and skill. You could have learned a lot, too."

"Originally, it would be a B-rank trinket. Besides, the brave man who took my sword is not worth anything."

"I couldn't take his sword, which is in the king's capital?

Keelnil was poked where the pain was, chewed his teeth and leaned down.

Reschia knew that she had been invited to the home of a sara noble man and had seen with sparkling eyes two barbaric swords that had been decorated on the fireplace.

They let me sneak up on him, but Keirnil couldn't handle it satisfactorily, even from the side.

"Twin swords are my... not my taste. Not to mention, those who deal with the evil sword, the strange sword, will carry the corresponding business."

Meaningful Keirnil had just turned fifteen, and his strength had an effort to change from a child to a youth, bearing the title of brave man.

Soon it has been decided that we should join the Knights and walk the glorious elite course.

Reschia is to keep his figure at the request of the Army Ministry and is to work out nominally as a guide.

"I want it, though. Arr. If I could use it, I'd be more mobile, and if I wanted it, I'd have had a big eyeball for the prince."

"You shouldn't. A noble and beautiful man like Mr. Leskia uses a barbarian's weapon, etc."

"Thanks. But it's a shame he's really not coming. Look, it's unusually powerful, and the way you flush and avoid attacks is extremely informative."

"Oh, I can't pull off demons with my bare hands, but there's nothing I can't kill"

"Ugh, you're reliable. Let's go on an adventure."

Did you get distracted by talking to someone. Reskia decoupled to Keelnil's forehead appealing to her bravery, smiling and leaving the room.

Keelnil, who was left, gripped his fist in a good way, thinly guessing that he would not be dealt with properly.

I can forgive you for knowing that. Don't want much in the position you are getting trained in.

I've never hit Leskia with a mock knife at one time and I'm short on strength.

There are things I cannot forgive apart from that.

"Shoji Quick? You junkie... you're making my master cry."

Nothing is chosen by God and cannot be cut off by 'The Brave Man of Break' Keelnil.

Whatever that is.

△ ▼ △

In thin darkness, a huge chunk of steel was running.

The drill at the tip moves through the ground as it plays an audible running sound. The cucumber Caterpillar steps through the wasteland and proceeds. The excavated soil and rocks are dusted and turned into soil smoke, which is tidied up.

Stark, who sits in the driver's seat, handles and uses a giant magic steering machine - a rock grinder cleverly.

He is surprisingly sweating on his bald head but bowling and staring at the front illuminated by lights with unafraid eyes.

It controls the roar of the rock grinder by the refined handwriting of the lever moving up, down, left and right, pointing the drill towards the softer parts of the geology.

"Band, it used to be here, give me water!

"Aye!

Responding agile to the help of Dora's voice, the band riding over the armor of the rock grinder held the hose aside and gave the water momentum.

It is also to soften the soil, or to cool the heat of the fuselage.

Behind it, Dordo tends to push the T-shaped pump up and down hard, sending water to the thick hose.

I can't say the water pressure is strong, but it was enough to flood the rock bed.

All aboard the armor was going well.

In between, Shoji jumps off the rock grinder and pulls it with a red chalk indicating the measuring line, drops the copper and positions it, peeks into the lens of the theodolite to ascertain the angle, and calculates the point of arrival.

Army-engineered surveying is simple, but boasts considerable accuracy.

It is ideal to go straight, but in places where the formations are thick, slopes are formed or scattered where they are submerged.

The muddy faced men drop their eyes on the results of the calculations while making a map of the ground.

"Shoji, the trouble is, it's hitting the gold pulse. Look at this white line of rock. Hardness is getting worse."

"Band, my calculations say it runs about ten kilometers. That's the other half. It's no big deal."

"Hey Quick. Look at the thermometer. The temperature is dropping. There must be some groundwater nearby."

"Stark. This is the spiritual influence of the Reyes. Thankfully it lowers our body temperature."

"We don't have enough cold water. What am I gonna do?

"Let's not just move forward, but also look around turning back. If we bypass it, we can ignore the soil quality. If Stark sees tiredness, Dold, you change his driving."

"Darling, we don't have enough love."

"I don't have anything like that. Give it up."

The men in "Safety First" helmets were devoting their hearts and minds to the dungeon run as they took on their respective tasks.

We were supposed to fight no demons, no clay tangled in stubborn big rocks and drills, but the battle was a battle.

The drill was occasionally detached to discard the excavated residual soil and the rock grinder was also transformed into a shovel car. There was also manual work such as using shovels and wheelbarrows to severely torture the flesh, but no sweat would be spared for the gold and silver treasures.

The work was thought to last forever, but the lunch break would pinch, and Lorelei, who had followed him on a tour during this robbery operation, was preparing for lunch.

"Hey, darling. You don't know what's going on with them?

Lorelei, who was shaving tea from the pot and handing out glasses to each of them, pressed a wet towel against Shoji's face.

Shitty, plush, dark skin all over the soil returns to the white one.

"Drink ear potion and I'll gain Echo sensing power. As soon as the battle between Leskia and Lord Reis begins, we'll know."

"Darling's ability is incredibly convenient. I wish I could use it for something decent."

"Sometimes I used it for scouts and intelligence for the state. For once, I was an elite."

When I tried to tune it up without even a pattern, my band of ex-boyfriends went to tear it up.

"You were one of the assailants."

"I'm talking about when I was a boy. When I get physical... No, I'm unsuitable for intelligence. I've done everything for a long time, but an uneducated person like me wouldn't have made it up there in the end."

I rinsed the tea even though it was soggy.

Growing up badly could not be hidden in sophisticated scarlet military uniforms.

There are various manners even if you try to take one action holding a glass, and you have to pay attention to the order of the chairs and how they sit.

Bitter memories blurred in the back of my brain. I used to practice repeatedly with my former alumni.

How to stand and behave at a party.

The method of inviting a woman to dance.

Days of learning how to spend a holiday full of education and character.

All this disappeared as a dream.

The dirty hands are the reality of today.

You haven't been in touch with your partner who's supposed to take you up there?

"Band"

Tension ran into the air at the warning in a low voice.

Everyone is stiff like a pinned yarn.

Lorelei, who caught his jaw, breathed, his eyes closed and Stark, who was meditating, turned to his face, and Dordo had a troubled look on his face.

The band, sitting on its armor, glanced underfoot and then briefly apologized.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It was something that went out. How could you talk about a traitor?"

"That's okay. I'm the first one to start talking... but don't say anything bad about my Lord Dachi"

"Shoji, that's not true. The traitor will never..."

"Stay, well, let's get along. Hey, look. Because I'm hungry, it's easy to get blood on my head."

Lorelei, forced to smile to fix the place, plugged the sandwich alternately into their mouths.

Not so bad, but when the band scratched his head, he changed his tone to something that suppressed him and started talking about the future.

"If I judge a gem, I want to set up an office. Potion sales are going well, and to run the tables to launder funds. If we keep it wide open, we'll be asked for a payment from the underground guild. Security deposit. Sooner or later, you'll have to pay for the potion syndicate and the market."

"You don't want to go under someone. Especially for the big guy with the figure."

"Assassinating Master Flamed and the executives at the round table just makes it harder to do the job. You're not allowed to do anything because it's business behind you."

"I hope it doesn't mean what we did. Write a scenario like that. You can put sin on another big guy. If giants compete with each other, the place will be rough and easier to do."

"We should do that later, and now we shouldn't show a defiant bareback. Even for the Adventurer Guild. The other gangsters can come in."

"Kill all those who get in the way. Line up your neck in the open air streets of the Sunday market for show. It's like telling me to kill a gangster if I tell him he's moderate."

"Take it easy. Leave it to the executives to kill. We need soldiers. Treating the motherfuckers like shit is just incompetence."

"We need people we can trust. We'll find the ex-military. All my beloved motherfuckers are shallow enough to be bandits or pirates or something. We should let him do something more decent and evil."

I figured - we're kind of close.

Lorelei's empty twinkle through her cheeks casually was not a voice, but a disregard for the viciousness of the conversation unfolding.

Arguments in business feel mutual trust and friendship.

It is also serious, and it is a word execution.

I'd really like you to go in the right direction - but let's follow more than we've decided to follow.

Yes, when she decided, she pulled and dragged the heavy tulle hash out of the tool bag and handed it to Shoji.

To crush the fine rocks blocking the road. It has the effect of making the streets of Caterpillar better.

The pattern grips silently and disappointingly, perceiving the intent, gently putting it on his shoulder and walking ahead of the drill.

I try to wave my hands at the back.

I kind of felt like I was going in a different direction to support it, but I had no choice.

△ ▼ △

The Beast King's servant has an executive who specializes in combat.

The role is to handle the rubbing, but in recent years it has not appeared that way.

Because it cuts off from the underground guild, which is the core of the society behind the human race, but stands out and disputes do nothing to the two.

Generally, the blood raw odor of veterinary tissue is recognized.

Because ruthlessness and harsh retribution are also their protective conjunctions in the minority.

Nothing to defy even leaves a body, supposedly eaten alive.

One of the "Five-Wire Warcraft" who is considered to be close to the position of the Beast King if only in combat power, Roarks is the White Wolf Beast Man.

When I say beast man, my body is a wolf itself, and my appearance is no different from that of a wild wolf. He's walking on four legs, not two, and beautiful white hair draws some ridges.

The length from toe to overhead is over three meters, so much so that even standing on four feet, the size overlooks the human being.

As a beast, a non-standard size and a Roarks usually lead a hidden life in the eastern forest of the Error Knife.

Nor is there any particular commitment to living in caves, hunting, and living as primitive.

It was from the beginning, so it just still is.

"He's Roe's brother. My orders have come. Look, it's souvenir liquor."

Rack moved both wings carelessly to prevent the superior brand jacket from getting muddy and landed in a cave in Roarks' habitat.

Correct the collar sleeve, pick the bump on the hat and put it back on.

I hung a helicopter wrapped around my mesh in my hand and called out in the dark but there was no thought.

Have you even gone hunting somewhere?

I came to my head, assuming the organization's executives were chasing wild deer and bison.

"Damn, that's why I don't like the primitives. It's like trying not to get used to civilization."

"Receive a gift from that primitive, my brother"

Rack looked up as the response came from above, but was crushed to the ground by a dead buffalo coming down from the sky.

In an agile move that doesn't suit the giant, Roarks jumps off the top of the cave and puts four legs on thirsty loess.

A ball of blood diffused to the ground as he waved his bloody dog fangs. I looked down at the rack as it fell.

"So what is an order?

"Brother, get this off my back. I'm gonna fuck you up."

I pointed over my head, but Roarks started honking his throat and getting hairy.

"What happened to the power of your proud civilized society?"

"I'm sorry, brother. But you don't want to live in an air-conditioned mansion surrounded by young females who let you do everything and eat good meals from the east to the west."

"Many fools have been impressed by His Majesty's prodigal life, but are you one of them"

"What can't I do? Isn't that great?"

"The corrupt majesty was murdered by his beloved daughter, who knew little of the struggle. If you lived like me, you wouldn't have gone mad, you wouldn't have had to die unemployed."

"The king had a good time living. Not at the end, but you just have to get on the way, brother."

"Young values today."

Lift and throw your fangs up against the hardskin of the buffalo on the rack.

Over three hundred kilometers of giant cows danced through the universe, sounding and rolling.

I paid my hands for a tightly muddy jacket and pants and picked up my hat.

Oh, and I groan my costume's ruined and turn back to Roaks.

"It's an order to kill. I want you to finish Shoji Quick."

"Is that the brave guy on the corner (Street Braver)... why?

"He killed our people"

"I guess I just lost the Synogi takeover. It's natural to hang your prey and fight."

"That's not how it works. I have a face. It's a family code."

"I don't feel comfortable at all. The princess's eyes are rotten, and why should I look after the idiots in the city? He said he could wipe his own ass."

"Let me ask you why the rest of your eyes are rotten"

Suddenly - both names turned their faces to voices like they rang a bell.

Because the person in question stepped out of the trees.

Beast King Châteausie Totnacun carried a hunting gun on her back and wore a khaki-colored Combat jacket with pockets placed on both shoulders and sides and on both breasts. A small knife is caught in the belt and a short rope is in a ring.

Hunting style in boots.

It brings together silver-gray hair that spills sarcastically.

There was a rabbit hanging on his hips and a glimpse of him enjoying hunting.

"Heh, Your Majesty..."

Rack lay flat at the behest of the sudden king of beasts, but Roarks maintained a relaxed posture and only sounded his nose.

"I didn't know that until I told you it was rotten."

"You don't need a smart old man. It just seems funny to fear the brave people on the corner of the human race."

"... I can't listen to the orders of those who are not the proper beast kings."

Roarks, also a member of the Presbyterian Church of the Beast, refused to laugh spirally.

Although it is not intended to be a council system, it can also be described as an unscrupulous attitude because it has influence over the beasts as well as the young beast kings.

"Die here, old wolf."

The longitudinal eye wore a dangerous color.

The atmosphere emitted changes. When the disabling junction unfolded, a membranous junction with purple electricity appeared in the naked eye and wrapped the chateau.

Even unconsciously, protection has been provided, but both Roarks and Rack understood that it was changing for the attack.

"Ro, Roarks' brother, you just have to say yes. Give me a break."

The rack that led to the hind leg was firmly trying to shield Roarks, but the plea is real. He's on the spot if the Beast King and his executives contend. He's just not sorry either.

That would also cause physical damage, but would also become a liability issue later on.

The elders of the other Beasts have decided to pursue the rack with a twist that was there.

You should risk your life to play even if you are helpless, or you seek the behavior of limit values that you neither do nor do.

"Let's do this, Your Highness. If you are going to kill yourself, treat yourself as a waste."

"Do you want me to kill the brutal, stupid, beast-hating savages myself?"

"Of course, if you're in danger, I can help you as a loyalist."

"Hmm... small. Was it the rest who were insulted?"

Châteaux bent her mouth corner funny when she put her arms together and shook her hair off.

Showing the king the strength he deserved, Roarks told the new Beast King to gently fold his front leg here for the first time, drooling his head.

"Come on in, get in"

"... okay"

Disenchanted by the softening of his attitude, Châteaux spanned the back of Roaks.

If you do that and ride it, your eyes will be rounded by the comfort of the ride.

"Hmmm... fluffy and fluffy. Fine!"

She starts touching the hairy peppers in a good mood like a young girl of her age. Don't hesitate.

"Ah, brother, I hear he went to a place called Ghost Road, but it looks like Leskia from" Legs of Business "is with him. You should thank me later..."

"I'm not interested in legs."

"There's nothing left to do."

"No, I'm not, I'm talking about danger... Whoa, hey, what is this! Please don't leave me!

The running white wolf quickly disappeared from sight.

Rack flew in a hurry but not at a speed he could track, hiding in a herd of big trees and not seeing Roarks.

I can't even leave my great boss alone.

The communicating stone solidified the determination to bring the mighty men to the Ghost Road.