In the Land of Rear Dale

[Witch's Hot Pot] A medicine meal that can be made by synthesizing three or more ingredients and water. The effect restores the HP and MP of the eater. The reference value to recover will be 1/10 of the creator's HP and MP.

"I want to eat at the hospital," said Kana, finishing her meal. One teacher, curious enough to get a little split, graduated. He said it wasn't poison, so he said, "Because it was Kana who made it, didn't the MP overflow?" is the story of Coral. Though the upset spread somewhat among the students, the teacher said he was kellogging the next day.

- Day two.

There were no monster raids at night, and we had a safe morning. Let me tell you something from Coral: "There's no monster who likes to be attacked by a vicious beast, even if it exists alone, that's four hundred and fifty levels". Not even that at all concerned, Kana was happily resting buried in the fluffy fur of a rounded Izuena.

After completing their breakfast, the students follow the teachers of the subjects they specialize in. It is also dangerous to act too fragmented, so he clustered into herb collecting groups and hunting groups, each including students with adventurer experience and church dispatchers to leave the camp. Together is Coral's "Armor of Triumph" PT, and because of the large number of people, "Junma" PT will also accompany him. All that remains are the knights and one teacher and a student majoring in magicians, followed by Princess Myrine and Kana. Ronty also held an adventurer card for once, so this time he went mixed up with the outing team.

Myrine, who dropped everyone off with a shady smile, said, "Come on!" All the while, I hugged Izuena, not Kana. The knight has a horn and the magician student screams at the actions of the princess who jumped to the summoner without the permission of the summoner. But Kana waited to see what time "let me touch" was coming, so it wasn't as tragic as they imagined. Myrine nods her face at Izuena's stomach, standing upright at the edge of the camp and vigilant around her as she jolts like a prelly dog. He enjoyed the feel of a blissful look on his face as well as a smooth touch. Kana's cheeks also remain loose when she gives way to the cuteness of Myrine like a puppy strapped to her mother dog.

"Mr. Kana!

"What happened, Mai?

"I want this girl!

"Ha-ha-ha, don't do it"

"Ahhh."

He shouts a pitiful voice as he drops his shoulder to a resounding response, but he doesn't want to leave his fur. Feeling her gaze, Kana looked back and noticed that two female students who were among the remaining students stared at Izuena and Myrine with enviable eyes.

"If you want to touch that kid, go ahead?

"" Uh, okay?

"Daiji-kun. Greater Itachi, nice to see you both. You can't scratch it."

"Queue"

The two female students who got permission from Kana approximate Izuena. Nim tapping on the ground with her pussy gave a pulled look to one of her tails, reaching for her left hind leg beside her belly where Myrine was holding her. "Wow," the two exclaimed, "it didn't seem to take as long to captivate the fuzzy fur as Myrine did." A diagram of a woman buried in Izuena's feet and belly, "he muttered, nodding, yeah, satisfied, Kana.

I end up smiling that day (?) It ends while I'm enjoying the sight. According to Coral, who acted with the hunters, we still don't see any monsters around the camp.

"Um, I wonder if it was a failure to let Big Itachi out. This isn't gonna be any different than just camping, is it?

"This previous raid has pulled back, and it's tingling everywhere. Wouldn't it be nice if I didn't? It's easy for us."

"It's true. It's a leak..."

The face of 'Armor of Triumph' smiles bitterly as he agrees with Coral's statement. They also seemed to wonder that they would not meet the monster at all, and managed to convince me from Kana that Izuena was about ten times stronger than Horn Bear. By the time I came to my satisfaction, I went through a history of attacking Izuena to try. Of course, it ended without even scratching the fur in those of about fifty levels.

Though the camp at night is somewhat of a sense of urgency, the overall atmosphere is relaxed. It is the knights and students who stand at night guards who are pressing. I was out of touch with the Night Guard because I had a giant beast, and I was raided, because I couldn't even see it.

Exactly. Not trying to make a [witch pot] in a row, Kana asks the students to split the handmade soup that day. Instead, [cooking skill: bread] created a soft bread that was not comparable to the hard bread of preserved foods usually carried by travellers and offered it to everyone. Though well received by everyone, Coral's thunder fell later on Kana, who has completely forgotten yesterday's teachers' precautions.

- Day three.

"Excuse me, my adventurers..."

The day began with remarks from students. Probably something that boiled business to a safe camp state where you can't meet monster-like monsters. The students, who had a similar glance of determination behind the delegates who came to advance, refrained and told the leader of the foursome PT "Junma", who is also a compiler on the adventurer's side.

"Could you do a mock fight with us?

"Buuuuuu!?

Coral, who was optimistic that it would be a clear morning, heard a shock speech in the middle of a cramp and erupted the water in his mouth. Around "Nanda Koitz?" And as the gaze of contempt pierces me, I can flourish.

The leader of "Junma", who ignored it, had a few ideas, then a mini-conference with the teachers. Church dispatchers also had some leisure time, and teachers told me that "interpersonal group warfare would be a good experience," and that I had given them full permission. As soon as possible, each delegate will poke their foreheads together to rule.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay, Kana. Things are starting to get rough, can you help me or something?

"You know, Coral, I'm a rear guard specialist. You think there's some magic trick or something?

"Don't give me back my doubts! You can't do that, can you?

"Mm-hmm." Kana remembers the battle she's been in. Horn Bear died instantly in an unarmed [assault (charge)], the bandit wizard became icy, and Coylog hit from the start with the willingness to kill. Haunted ships are purified to full force, dark elves in the back of the forest are wind-squeezed, and Drekduvai and I are killed for some reason in full melee. Hitting him and not dying would be about Ops and Coylogue.

"If you're good at extermination, what are you good at?

"Don't put your chest up like that!

A choral that reminds me more of a blurred memory of a country versus country in my former gaming days. War Reality Alliance (fully player-owned) when war conditions were relayed everywhere. Plunge dozens with giant fireballs, burn player armies round with a blasted thunderbolt like a constantly pouring marutai, and battlefields where summoned dragons and giant worms will not hesitate to strike a rear guard supply squad, devouring beginners and other tragedies wind up. If you believe in the reality of that time, it is Kana who is tilting her neck at this moment that did it. When I think that would strike innocent students, I just get chilly thinking about it. Coral stuck his neck in the mini-conference, trying to make it easier just to share to be allocated to Kana before it was too late.

After a few minutes, the rules set are as follows:

-A ban on the use of weapons on the part of adventurers. It can be used but should not be used for beatings.

· It is prohibited to use attack magic that causes direct damage to both. This is not the case with auxiliary magic.

· Prohibition on the use of subpoena magic that would conflict with the above rules (mainly for kana).

· Prohibition of attacks that actively target steep points (eyes or gold). As square as possible.

· Be careful what you do that takes your life.

· Lord Kana is forbidden to step forward from the rear guard position. There are only two types of magic that can be used.

"It's discrimination. Ahhhhhhhh!

Everyone intentionally ignored that one specific person would raise a shout of condemnation.

In short, the means of attack on the adventurer's side is limited to bare hands and fights only. There were only one person in the "Armor of Triumph" PT who was entirely in charge of the art specialty, so there were eight avant-garde forces on the adventurer's side. Coral is primarily responsible only for defense. No one has brought a non-destructive weapon for mock warfare because it was originally a survival internship. It also takes time to deliberately scrape and build trees for that, so the student side uses the actual sword gear as it is. Teachers who initially feared an accidental accident on this condition complained of the danger. But the proposal was acknowledged when Coral confidently remarked, "The defense will be fine because Kana is there," and the princess and marquise also agreed to it. There are about twenty avant-garde students. The student side is divided into teams of five, each of whom is assigned two to three magicians before deciding on a strategy. In the meantime, the adventurer side was killing time with chatter. The place is a little further away from the camp, a meadow that is flickering but slightly sloping.

"Hung! Chick opponents don't need weapons or anything."

"At least equip yourself with leather gloves. I don't want metal armor on my bare hands or anything!

"Is the choral only...? Well, if you hit him with your Lord's rigidity, a chick could literally be a bird slapper."

"Ha, ha... (That's right, seriously, I can't laugh)"

"I'm sorry Lord Kana, but I just need backup. Don't you dare put that white on me if I make a mistake?

"I won't! How common sense do you think I am?!

"Do-do, Kana, hold it and hold it. You just have to focus on magic, it's easy, right?

"You shouldn't insult me so much as a student. From time to time, some people lose their lives."

"Then I left defensive magic to Mr. Kana. Don't use any other means."

Those who squeak their bare hands and are already in a state of war, those who rush to pull thick leather gloves out of their possessions and give them to them. He who is convinced as he strokes his jaw when he sees a coral equipped with a jaw in his hands. He who points and confirms Izuena, who arrives after his husband from the camp, and who forgives Kana for hearing it. Only one of them with a serious face with arms and a snort of umm, pulling the kana off to the rear guard position. The content of the conversation is light, but no one's eyes are serious. Because I know empirically that on the battlefield I would lose my life from an alarmed guy, rather than care about immaturity or skill.

"Look, Kana, don't use killing magic, okay?

"They won't tell me, but I won't use it. There are only two magics, magic (...)!

"Didn't you have some strange inclusions now?

"Come on?"

Kana returns with an ambiguous grin on the choral to confirm several times. On the student side, about ten levels or so are at the top, even if they are high. Even Kana's poor muscle strength, which boasts a blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Of course if an avant-garde choral seriously wields that force, it's not just (...) thirty or anything. So we have to do everything we can and yet make it look like we're seriously fighting. Only Kana's insanity is found out at the time of the raid, so it would be a reasonable treatment. provided that it does not contain evil thoughts. Slightly loosening her mouth, Kana, along with the other rear guard, descends about ten meters behind the avant-garde.

The faction on the adventurer's side and the faction on the student's side face each other about thirty meters away. Adventurers side ringing their necks or wiggling their arms with an extra look. In contrast, everyone on the student side is uniformly armed and sweating with tension. The adventurer's side was stunned by the state of letting the oversqueezed bow be .

"Ooh, I can't afford to..."

"Are you all right with me now?

"It's the way we went. Take a good look at him."

A group of proponents of this mock fight, who decided whether they were being ridiculed, bite their teeth into the way a few of them agreed that they were also "gahaha" laughing. Those things were looking good on the rear Kanas as well.

"Uh, that's a flag that goes too far and fails to look back"

"It would be experience of everything. I remember just being an adventurer."

The two guards were somewhat of an old age conversation sipping tea on the edge. Eventually the teacher issued the decree and both sides clashed their resolve to their chests. However, while the determination on the part of the student was' I'll show you something in my eyes', the determination on the part of the adventurer was a trivial one: 'Let the guy who exposed himself to ugliness turn to night shifts'.

This simulation ended in about thirty minutes, if only the results. Of course, the student has surrendered.

Let's go over the flow in detail. As soon as the student-side operator began chanting along with the signal to start the battle, Kana's [Magic Skill: Upper Physical Defense Rise (Raga Protech)] was activated on the adventurer's side, wrapping everyone in a pale phosphor. Defense would have been a trivial thing if this had been used by beginners of the paper. But it is probably the witch who boasts the magic of the apex all over the continent rather than in the field that used it. As if magic reflected in defense, Kana's use made the student attack completely pointless. Whether you wave the sword down or storm it with a spear, the damage will not go through at all. Teachers in the arts were graduating in one insane magic exercise that did not require chanting in the field and had an instant effect on a large number of subjects. After that, it didn't take long for the means on the part of the students to run out, and it was thought that the mock fight would end early. Anyway, the attack didn't work, but it just kept beating me up and accumulating damage. In addition, Kana activates [Curse Skill: Healing Music] using a horizontal whistle to investigate clean lake water. The effect is to "gradually restore the health of those who hear the sound" to the entire simulated battle, while the student side goes to the dm mode of "never falling down after being beaten extensively". He retired one after the other, sounding into the vicious circle that it would heal gradually as he felt painful. Some of them have woken up to dangerous hobbies or something...

"Mecha, I saw terrible backup."

"Why not? - He said he tried his best not to get injured. At the end of the day, I wanted to win one with wide-area sleep magic..."

"Hey! There were only two magic things to use, not three!

"The curse is not magic, it's skill."

"Don't just take the fried legs of the words!

More irrational magic than exhaustion (and everyone else thinks) has knocked them out of their minds, and the students on their knees are falling dead like tuna that has been sent ashore. The adventurers relative to the sight cannot forbid sympathy. If this were the opposite, my heart would be broken by an indescribable sense of defeat. The person who invited the incident has a friendly conversation with Gaga as if nothing had happened with Coral. Those were adventurers who wondered if it would have been more wrong to let them participate. It was like that, and the day went by while everyone was wrapped up in the feeling of not doing it.

In the end, the survival internship ended in the early morning of the fourth day and everyone returned to Ferskeiro. Later on, according to what Kana told me from Mai Mai, it wasn't much of a student experience, so I'll try again later.

"It was counterproductive to ask your mother..."

"Well, there's no way monsters are going to like it and get their hands on a thousand and nine levels."

"... wait a minute, Mother. I heard a number that sounded like it was on some level?

"Sometimes there are unreasonable events in this world, guess what."

"Rather, the presence of transcendents (skill masters) like your mother seems unreasonable..."

"Ahhh?

"I'm sorry!

Kana stares at her daughter as she tries to reduce her life expectancy by adding an extra word to the detour. I was in a good mood there. Kana grinned bitterly and stroked my Mai Mai's head.

Then we go back to the inn with a little public talk to get paid and a light footprint. Because I heard a story from Siren about 'The Return of Ops' while I was relaxing down the street to return to Felskeiro. After all, it had brought some relief to Kana that there were people in this world who could confirm their existence. Even if the act of confirmation is somewhat active.

He enters the inn's private room vigorously and says, "Just now." Siren greeted Kana with a beautiful bow and an onion saying, "Welcome home, Master Kana". There was an opus who cheeked up the bollocks and tea treats beside them and uttered an unintelligible language: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Ya, Ops, long time no see. Quick, but can I ask you a favor?

"Hough......, muggle, thank you. Well, it's rare. What did Kana ask me to do?

"Can you be a sandback for now? About five shots to relieve the stress of getting seriously sick."

"………… do you have the right of veto?

"Then get beat up"

"I resolutely refuse!

Opus, who stood up gutted to disprove, rounded his eyes when he saw the two-blade spotter placed on his shoulders from behind. It was the siren who was serving on his side who did it.

"Your husband. Whatever choice your husband makes, I support it, and if it's an order, I'll get there. But I'm not impressed with pretending to be a stranger with a woman scratching her shame."

Neither shame nor anything completely understood. Instead, I'm guessing the circumstances, but the executioner seems to have silently put a forged signature on the document to the person in question. The witch at the front gate, Ops, who escaped using the skills he could have from the underworld at the rear gate, ran into Scargo by chance throughout the city. "This is my uncle, my lord, and I apologize for the other day," he responded politely, resentfully returning to the inn that Kana had given him some strange information. As it should be, "You're the one who made the rubbing seed!" He was captured by a reverse-cut cana and exposed to a two-man sermon all night.