Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I was in elementary school.

I was playing in some famous role-playing game and I wondered.

I wonder why the king doesn't send all kinds of gear to the brave.

They gave me sticks and cloth clothes, and yes. I didn't know much about defeating the Demon King now.

You really want me to save the world?

You're supplying the castle soldiers with long spears and metal armor, so that's how much you can prepare for a line of brave men, right?

Actually, you don't expect that much from us, do you?

I remember continuing my adventure, and somehow gearing up on my own.

And a few years after that, I'm a fifteen-year-old middle school student now, too.

Exactly at this age, I also understand what adult circumstances are.

If I suddenly make the protagonist stronger, the game balance will rattle, so I guess I can't help it.

Yeah, games like that are something that players enjoy getting the hang of getting stronger, so I guess it wouldn't taste good to deprive them of that opportunity.

When you put fun and reality on the scale, it always comes out that you should cut it off.

On second thought, there was quite a bit of "unnaturalness" in favor of the players.

If you stay in an inn, an adventurer with all sorts of wounds blocked overnight.

I don't see one pore. Beautiful man, beautiful woman.

Residents of NPC who don't complain one by one, even if they take away items from private homes on their own.

The target that the game of that hand assumes is a normal boy everywhere.

So the kind of realities they feel agonized about, they are handled with caution.

What we like is medieval European-style fantasy, adjusted as a product only.

Even if the king only gives me a stick, I'm looking for a world of convenience where I can save enough money to buy a new weapon just by defeating the monsters around it.

I don't need a real medieval fantasy. No one's asking for a battlefield that feels pain, bleeds, and nauseates when it's cut.

Not to mention what are you thinking about butching even demons with advanced thoughts there?

The one who made this world is a fool, I'd say.

That's right.

The fantasy world I got lost in was a good place to disqualify in the sense of entertaining people.

First of all, the smell is terrible. There is the smell of meat and the smell of fermented dairy products.

The smell of faecal urine noses on rainy days because sewers are not in place.

If the people I give you rarely have to bathe, why was I born with a sense of smell? and trapped by philosophical thoughts.

And most importantly.

"Is this face so strange? Fuck you."

The king I've seen is full of reality to the point where he doesn't send me all kinds of gear, a summoning brave man.

Because my face is so different from the rest of us, it's creepy.

The colour of the skin and the noticeability of the nose are strange from what to what, so they are very invisible to humans. No way. Are you mixed up with subhumans?

That's what they told me, and they threw me out of the castle.

The point is racism.

Even modern Europeans and Americans blatantly abhor Orientals, so it goes without saying in a medieval world where there is no such thing as a sense of human rights.

If I am truly a summoning brave man, the king said come fight the orcs for the people first.

Prove it with effect.

I have no right of veto.

Left and right were held down by soldiers and forced into carriages.

We're going to go to the front with the Orcs, and we can make them fight if they don't want to.

The weapon given is a crude long sword wave. The protective equipment is thin leather armor.

This is like telling me to die.

What am I supposed to do?

Of course, my head knows it's best to run.

But if you did, what future awaits you?

I have to survive somehow and go back to Japan.

You have to be strong.

After all your combat experience, you won't lose any money.

So maybe this is a good opportunity.

Yes, I told myself, and I kept polishing my sword.

Around two hours after that?

When I started feeling drunk about the unfamiliar carriage, the driver finally signaled a stop.

Around is a dim forest covered by tall trees, where you can hear the sound of a sword trident from afar.

This is the battlefield.

As I moaned, the soldiers sitting beside me went down with chatter and armor.

I thought I'd rest for a while, but they drop me off in a way that drags me out half the time.

"... you really don't treat me well"

I offend you with a weak voice, but the reply was a mockery. Are you sure this kid's the brave one? and laughing spirally.

Fine.

These guys are not buddies or anything. I'm the only one who believes.

I'll do it. I'm sure he's stronger than the soldiers around him than I have the title of brave man.

When I took a deep breath and got in the mood, I regained my sword.

I've lived an unrelated life with Kendo and fencing, so it's totally my style.

I have certainly heard that Western swords are better suited for poking and tapping applications than amputation.

Then should I use it like a rapier instead of swinging it around a lot?

As I repeatedly pound vegetables without shaking with the boom, I get more upset.

Explorer, it's my first real battle, and my hidden sword talent has blossomed... and I'm having a little fun.

I wonder if this would happen to anyone if a healthy teenage boy had a sword.

I mean, how about this?

You sound so good now, don't you? It sounded like a pun, didn't it?

Ahhh.

Am I awake?

Perhaps you should also consider the name of this special attack.

Evil Dragon's Inflammatory Disease Killing...

"Brave man, hey brave man"

Sorry about the fun, but one of the soldiers slaps me on the shoulder.

"What the fuck?

"Can you use your sacred sword skills?"

"... what the hell?

"I've heard that all the brave men of history have done it."

It is explained by gesturing and gesturing that the blade of light is stretched from the hiragana of.

"A sword that can cut anything. That is a testament to bravery. The sacred sword of the human race isn't stung by some rock, it's coming out of the brave man's body."

"It's like every other species has a holy sword. That's a mouthful, huh?

"I do. We call it the Devil's Sword."

I decided to open the status screen and check my skills.

Shortly after I was flown into this world, I was told how to perform the status appraisal in my head.

This was the first time I've done it for myself, but can you do it well?

"Oh. I'm out."

[Name] Keisuke Nakamoto

[Level] 1

[Class] Summon Brave

[HP] 100

[MP] 100

[Attack] 100

[Defense] 100

[Agile] 105

[Magic attack] 90

[Magic Defense] 95

[Skills] Language Understanding Status Appraisal Method

[Remarks] A chick brave man who hasn't been summoned for long. I have mild mesoscopic disease.

What's wrong with you?

Terms that don't make sense go through and finally look at the list of skills.

"I don't. Holy Sword."

The soldiers laugh with their noses.

"This guy's a total hassle."

You're disappointed, and I stare at the men who drop their shoulders right now.

Results will change everything. I'm determined to soften my colic and attitude.

I also shake off the sound of restraint and move on to the back of the woods with Zakuza.

To those who exclaim.

For those who hear an impending sound.

Break the branches thoroughly and head forward.

I'm thinner than the soldiers around me, so I can slip through the trees.

"Oh."

Eventually, before my eyes, I could see several knights.

Everyone has a shield in their left hand and a sword in their right.

Kang, Kin, and I make loud metal noises, and I'm still cutting with enemy soldiers in armor.

It's a good state to call a riot, but you can tell at a glance whether it's one enemy or the other on your side.

The knights are fighting because they are pigs from the neck to the top.

I guess that's the oak. Whether all individuals are slightly smaller than humans and reach one hundred and sixty-five centimetres.

I mean, he's the same height as me.

Wouldn't you be able to do that?

I would have handled it if I had two or three meters, but the place is a middle school student with a pig face.

Then it's like working with a classmate.

Well, I was in kindergarten the last time I had a punching fight, but I want to think I can do it anyway.

It's a scalpel.

I'm gonna pop out of here right now, and I'm gonna be slaughtered.

And make them recognize my power.

The opponent is Oak. Cannibal pig human. A creature not like me. Killing is not murder. It's no different than slaughtering livestock.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

My head is so ready.

- But why can't my legs move?

Are you freaking out?

Or are you hesitating?

They're pigs standing on two legs. Whether you're wearing armor, wielding a sword, or speaking words, it doesn't matter.

It strikes a village and kills good people, it's evil.

"... do it"

Grasp the pattern.

Mobilize the grip and create a poking structure.

Aim is the throat of the oak.

To that momentary big pig who became a horse rider to the fallen knight and was convinced of victory, he ended with a butch stab.

Games and comic book heroes didn't hesitate at a time like this.

Be nice to your allies and relentless to your enemies everywhere. That's the main character of the day.

I'm a brave man. He who saves this world. A man who brings a happy ending and returns to Japan...

"Rahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Growling, I do my best to walk.

The unnecessary thought was fogged with instant speed.

Stab.

Kill.

Stab.

Kill.

Wear the oak throat using a spring all over your body, repeating just two phrases.

"... an acceleration!

Running through the meat, definite response.

You spit blood out of your mouth and the oak falls sideways.

A knight saved his life with sudden reinforcements staring at me with his eyes wide open.

"... oh... no wonder. Seems like he's still a young man from what I've seen..."

How brave, repeated words of praise, the knight rose.

Well, let's do it, kid.

Is that the rumored brave man? So-so are the liver balls.

The surrounding knights praise me with their mouths, and the message comes to mind that they have gained experience in sight.

Victory and drink.

Definitely a delightful occasion.

Yet the discomfort swelled in me.

Not really, it doesn't feel good.

I thought it would be refreshing to win. At that moment, I expected him to switch from being a normal man to a hero.

Yet my breasts don't clear.

The physiological aversion of killing a creature was snuggly clumped together.

Kill the pig monster. If this is the case - what happens to me in case I kill a human?

Can you be sane then?