Gang of Yuusha

Shoji couldn't decide when to sail while opening the tide chart booklet.

I'm supposed to break into the 'Thru Po Chemical Plant' by boat, but when I check it on the nautical chart, the rock reef is hissing. Rub the bottom of the boat with the dry rock that shows up at the tide, and if you sit on the reef, the plan will be ruined.

Perhaps a full tide is best.

There is also the risk of encountering fishermen, albeit at midnight.

Once you're offshore, should you go around?

"Shoji. Bombs can only be timed. Even remotely operated, several facility building materials play magic threads (magic lines). At my level, there's no guarantee it'll work."

The band spoke to Shoji, who stood at the wharf and watched the horizon from the wave strike.

White tongue is blurring on the line. In a few hours, the rain clouds loom, and it rains that take away the sensation of the skin from the black veil that covers the sky.

Rainfall turns off footsteps, but the blowing wind becomes a rough wave and rocks the board.

"... ok. Let's take the C route."

"I have an idea. Take advantage of the trolley for your cargo. The tracks are erected so that you can circle the campus. It's like an on-site train. This is what I can use to carry a drum can. Stark says he can carry it, but I don't think he has a realistic view of the 300-kilo load."

"You're not gonna use the trolley?

"We should make use of the machine more than manpower. That's more reasonable."

Wearing dirty work clothes all over the oil, the band wiped their hands and sweated their foreheads.

Stark and I had just finished sorting the tools and loading them onto the board. Shoji was going to help, but was concerned to keep his health warm for the fight.

The band snuck the chewing cigarette out of his pocket, side by side of the shoji, and swept it in his mouth. It wasn't paper cigarettes yesterday. It's the lowest quality cigarette. Shoji pretended not to look at it for a friend. I knew from my own account that the economic situation of the band was bad.

The band is even thinner than it was when we were in the army eating or not eating at it. I became sexually sad. I remember when I fell.

I was cornered from a gentleman in a warm, clean long coat to a wanderer connecting old clothes full of insects.

The trusted friends turned their backs and there was no party that was supposed to take place on the day of their departure. I wrote to a man who I thought was my only best friend and never got back to me. No one could help me.

After deep sorrow and fiery rage came at the same time and tears of humiliation had dried up, the days of gazing at the sky had finally come. I felt left out of time.

"Shoji, I need to talk to you."

"Oh."

The band looked bitter when they came back from their thoughts. I do my gaze at the sea surface as I do for it. Floating debris and wood scraps drifting with puffiness were gathered on concrete walls.

"... Dold is the look of that street. Wouldn't it be a good idea to add to this business?"

"Is that all you got?"

I suspected we'd gotten along out of sight.

The two have few contacts, and different hobbies and preferences.

I could see nature and my face getting stiff.

The guy who is blind to profit and cuts someone is not Lord Dachi.

"I don't mind joining the potion business. It's perfectly good to add to a business that can succeed if it stays this way. But things are different this time. Speed is life for mass robbery. It's not for him."

"You want a physical test, too."

The band silenced in a squeaky voice. Because I perceived dangerous signs from the tone of my voice.

"No, I just... I just wanted to give you an opinion. I'm sorry, Shoji. I just wanted to increase my success rate a little bit. Whatever, if you're gonna do your job... you want to do it right, right? That's all."

Falling back and responding in a whisper.

I put my hand on my shoulder to reassure him.

I needed to show my understanding of the appeal.

I don't have the slightest amount of dust to hold either shoulder.

"Band. Dold's about to screw up, and I know he's slow on his legs. Because he's like walking with a tar full of oil. But it's wrong to take motivation without ever giving it a chance. You know what I mean. Believe me, band. I believe in you and Dold. Don't be a loathsome guy. You're going to hate yourself and the world that gave birth to you."

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"Thru Po Kasei Factory" has a dedicated defensive magician.

Its name is Holly Detromix. Twenty-year-old talented woman.

I was born into a family of leading aristocrats who have no incapacity, but I have been blessed with independent talent and a noble personality, and I am absent from paying off.

Sometimes she feels like she's been slapped into jail.

It's because of the outer walls that soar high around the outer perimeter of a large factory. I'm talking about a jetty to prevent a great tsunami, but wouldn't it be more correct to describe it as a castle wall? The thick, stacked gray stone walls are rudimentary and will never show you the inside.

"... don't want to get away"

Even though the ocean is at close range, the sounds of ocean ringing and tidal waves are blocked.

Holly liked the ocean, so sorry she couldn't see it.

There was a verse where Holly felt most at will only in the way of the existence of the protective wall, and the young employees living in the quarters used the wall as an excellent material for climbing.

On the Sabbath day, he sprays a slippery powder on his hand and rises through the rubber protrusion, which is colour pointing, and he sees himself eliminating his lack of exercise from time to time.

She was always resentful when she saw those energetic youngsters of motor tone deafness, sending waves of curse.

"... I need to work"

Patrol work is also awaited for today.

You can't hate walls forever.

The "Thru Po Chemical Plant", where I work, is immense.

Including spare areas to be built, but there is an area where three or four rural areas are easily accessible due to their physical feel.

"Ha..."

The mountain ranges of huge structures that soar on the property - some are overwhelming.

First of all, what you see is a giant chimney stretched a little out of a hot furnace. There is a height that worries me that I will be struck by a thunderbolt by God in the sky.

Next is a group of metal towers. The distillation tower that purifies the alchemy material can also be described as the face of the factory.

I have more than one line, but this is also expensive if every one of them does it.

The surface is densely packed with mechanical equipment, and it's rubbish. The vast number of piping connecting the facilities has been dusted and stained with iron rust.

The scaffolding for maintenance, which is framed, seemed like a bit of an attraction, but the ventilated work floor has parallel operating boards at equal intervals, and the plumbing ducts stretched out all over the aisle also occasionally see the workers fall.

The sound of the wingwheel pushing the drug fluid flowing into the piping is softening.

Also peel at the theatrical display of an outdoor tank protected by an embankment.

"It's going to be all mechanical oil and smoke just watching... hard for naturalists like me"

- If you look at the production process of the facility as a big mess.

The story is that a large quantity of alchemy material processed at each facility has become a solution and flowed into the reactor, making potions and smelts of every kind, but it could not have been understood by Holly the gatekeeper.

The only emotional thought in my mind is, "Oh, you're building it".

Watching black smoke erupt like a whale's tide from the chimney, I felt the wave of industrialization that had pushed Holly into the alchemy world.

Economic development is also an increase in quantity.

The Error Knife is experiencing a shivering industrial revolution.

"Lulu. Al. Torah, is there anything unusual today?

The summoners, who had moved properly along the edge of the work road so as not to be disturbed and had returned from the campus, jumped to Po Bin Po Bin and approached Holly.

Three slime-shaped warcraft.

Green sprinkles flourish on the body surface, and the contents are stained with mud, but characterised by loving eyes.

Holly felt her heart soothe.

Her slime was named Deatley Slime by people who couldn't tell because it was thinly dirty with dirt and scrap oil, but I never cared.

The identity of the Summoner is not strictly a slime-type life form.

It is an extremely small life, a fungus with collective knowledge, invoked by opening the doors of different worlds.

It's only natural for a sticky fungus to be swamped with mud and dirt.

Photosynthesis allows feeding. Because you don't have to take care of it to be able to grow.

Po Bing, the slimes bouncing around Po Bing came and went ahead of Holly and invited her for a walk.

"... yeah, I'm not letting you guys patrol, I need to use my own legs"

With a gentle face, Holly agreed.

Walking with the Summoner, the passing workers follow with their eyes.

Sometimes it's rare to be a summoner who led the demon of use, but sometimes Holly's appearance is good.

He ponytails hair stretched up to his brown waist and spills out decorative stalls.

Cool prospects are clear and crisp, and the jaw lines are even from the cheeks.

My hands and feet are smooth, but I'm out and my style is tight.

There's only one gloomy vibe, and it's flawed on the balls.

It gives the impression of a dark beauty.

It wasn't a good idea to move weirdly crisp because I was wearing a costume as a summoner.

Some people greet me out loud, wave at me - but I was familiar with the idea of pulling in, and Holly, the panicky one, had an ambiguous smile and was full of just giving back her courtesy.

Everyone seems busy working in the factory during the day.

Business special machinery is running everywhere, and the sound of steam boiling or motor driving will not stop.

An aerial track erected to sew between the facilities - a trolley runs over the land bridge for freight with a go.

This noise was unusual at first, but I got used to it gradually.

About a thousand people worked. A wide factory guard was Holly's job seconded by the sorcerers' association.

The armed guards hired - for some reason, the men, all of whom had crummy faces and muscular shapes, were even oblivious and did not look good for Holly to wander around.

That's why he's shrinking and sneaking around with the Wall-proof Warcraft around him.

"Lulu. Sometimes I feel like I'm alone in a facility with a lot of this guy. I was the only one sent by the Sorcerer's Guild, and even though I didn't want to, I was sent clerically. The chief of security gave me a booth, but he didn't give me a rewarding assignment. They just want to be jittery. It's a terrible story. I'm sure I'm here because nobody expects me to."

The three slimes made a move and said, "Hey, here we go again," and they looked at each other, and then sifted and shook the tip of their heads to show them.

That's not true, it's not, but it's a trick.

Slime does not pronounce language but can express emotions.

It is one of my duties to listen to my husband's stupidity.

"I'm humbled by my monthly salary. If I stay here, I can live on my own without relying on my parents. I don't have a problem eating, and I can have a small luxury. It's possible to just read the paper every day while scrubbing coffee and go home at regular intervals. The virtues and ethics that were in my soul are being removed. I don't have the courage to get out of this life while I know that. What a depravity! My ambition is. Where did you dream of becoming a summoner?

The Summoner, whose colored white lululu and colored black al - only Holly could tell, did an imitation of kissing, wondering if they had closed both eyes to each other.

Holly didn't know for a while what she was expressing, but tilted her neck and raised her index finger.

"Married? Ask for rest there as a woman. Sure, I'm twenty. It's the right time. But I always wonder about a man's morality. All men behave like Osidori, but they really want to be like Cargamo. You know, I don't want to be the three females that follow one male."

A patterned tiger jumped and hit Holly's foot to tell her, "You can make a lover for once, then you can tell me."

Rubber mari and feel are the same.

Soft as a po, no pain.

"... I know. Oh, let's correct the word now. It was a very narrow way of thinking. I have no intention at all. Next time, I'll go home and talk to your father. I'd like someone in the middle class to acknowledge your existence. Candidates? Ha ha, more sightseeing. I'm hot. Anyway, my parents are rich. You can buy as many men as you want with a bunch of bills."

I didn't even know the consultation of the serving summoner opponent was creepy from those around me, and Holly was about to end her routine patrol.

but a wagon for shipping just shows up at the unloading exit of the aisle and stops.

Five rough looking guards armed with sticks and gun belts that show up all over the place.

They're protecting us from carrying out some kind of shipment.

The tall, shoulder-width fierce men notice Holly and stick to her face.

Holly stepped up to the bar, stuck in an intimidating gaze.

The image of the guards in Holly's memory was of an elderly man, but they emit signs like a chosen soldier.

Holly, seconded as a defensive sorcerer to a large factory, is an elite sorcerer.

I also have confidence in interpersonal combat.

But when a large number of savage men shoot at me, I'm really instinctively frightened as a woman.

Usually I take a distance or turn back the road before I get close, but only this time I was unlucky.

"Oh, no, you're a magician. There, come back."

"I'm busy here. Unlike you."

"Or do you want to walk with me? Come on. Come on."

The guards approached Holly casually.

A frightening little deer gaze, a nasty face close to the puffy chest along the line of the body.

Holly's nervousness had reached its climax.

The slimes are playing furiously and fiercely.

One of the men tried to reach for his thin shoulder - but only the one suddenly stopped him from fitting.

His eyes lose focus, his facial muscles move violently and his legs tremble irregularly as they tremble.

"Hey, ah, ah"

"What's up?"

Groaning and suspicious behavior teaches that an anomaly has occurred.

My buddy called out worried, but the guy who touched Holly flipped his eyeballs and lost his mind.

Dosari and the man lie down.

On the skin of the back of my hand - a creepy purple spot was appearing.

Something unusual stiffened the place. The rest of the four, breathtaking in misery, looked down at Holly with astonished eyes, but she took a step back to be frightened by her own mistakes.

"Shh, I'm sorry. I beg your pardon!

I hurry back to my heels. With the pet warcraft, Holly ran away from the spot.

Received by the creator and titled "Invisible Summoner" Holly Detromix.

As an A-level magician, my specialty is summoning magic.

Character is a hobby to write research papers on the inside.

Her summons rarely occurs by self-defense, and fungi from different worlds erode the target.

Because of its invisible and violent nature, it was considered a sorcerer vicious enough to contend for one or two in the sorcerer's association.

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Thick clouds occupied the sky. A freezing breeze is blowing as it glides through the sea plains. The night and darkness swept through the damp air deeper, and the moonlight is not inhibited by clouds and illuminated.

Each of the gangs silently boarded the boat and took the oar. It will be a little heavy labor until we reach our destination across the waves. Your breath runs out, your hands and feet scream, and you lose strength. But the sense of purpose never disappeared from anyone's face.

The only source of light in the dark night is the flames that burn from the tip of the lighthouse. The red copper fires that the lighthouse guards never ceased to observe were also a salvation for those who walked away from land.

The sea at midnight has a monster's mouth sawdust.

I don't know if my neighbor is really there because my vision is not very good and I haven't burned the boat lights. The ship flirting with the wave mountains is terribly unstable, and the fear of overthrow never leaves snuggled in a corner of your head.

Now - only the masculine concise steering orders of the sea issued by Stark will sound.

Heading offshore, swirling slowly, the silent voyage, which lasted only a few dozen minutes, has shown the shadow of the end. The contours of the Alchemy Plant, which soars over the cliffs, are now in sight.

"Needle change. Starboard, hold your hand."

The tip leans and shifts to the side.

Stark made sure exactly where the rock reef was in the morning, pretending to fish boats.

There is no longer a need to be frightened by the rocky shadow like a blade with a face out of the sea, and the ship will never be on the reef without even an accidental accident.

It was hard to reach until the designated boarding shore was pushed out by return waves. The bouncing wave splash makes your whole body soggy and your temperature drops all at once.

Stark, who was immobile to everything, drove and threw toward the pointed rock as he made the wheel with the rope.

The wheel is caught and the rigid arm is squeezed. The boat bordered was knotted and when moored, Stark turned back to Shoji.

"Quick. I'll take care of it from here."

"Oh... I'll take care of it. I'll take command from here."

Madly stained eyes glistened, causing trajectories to creep into darkness. Shoji, who snapped his neck, loosens his mouth and looks up at the dark castle.

Beyond the wall, the magical light is fluttering. A tall protective wall built so robustly that it rejects intruders. A building mixed with concrete and plumbing peeks into his face from above the fence.

of my soldier years - it brought back memories I once had.

Sweet intoxication when slashing in. Relentless showers of bullets and demon bullets awaited enemy soldiers with long spears and long guns on their way.

The struggle amplifies the potion effect. It's not strange that magic has been upset by mood, because there is a personal difference in the way it tours.

There are no scholarly papers out there, but Shoji believes so.