Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

After the first aid to Mr. Twin Leaves, I decided to sleep for now. For a short time, but there were too many things, and I was purely tired. How much trauma will you engrave on me today? It's just a harsh experience.

In the end, I don't know how long I slept, and I didn't bother to check until I turned on the powered off phone, but for now, I slept well enough to satisfy my body. On the lawn here, I feel comfortable sleeping outside. Finally, I never had a thankful dream about the appearance of the curse god Luinhilde, so I wake up refreshed and in a refreshing mood.

"Mr. Twin Leaves... Okay, sounds fine"

Resting quietly, she is reminiscent of Holstein taking a nap on the ranch. No, never in the titty sense, but in the long idle atmospheric sense. No heart or complexion, and such a serene sleeping face with good dreams.

However, when I put her in front of me sleeping defenselessly, I also get the urge to try and punny. Well, there's no way I can do anything hectic. Yeah, of course, I'm a virgin boy of equal-age who doesn't have a girlfriend.

"Ha... make a pill"

Still unwilling to head out to the dungeon, I started re-producing the wound drug A that I had consumed for the time being.

Honestly, as long as intuitive pharmacy shows the potency of herbs, I can make wound pills, even if I'm not a magician. Produced one shot with a spell chant, what a game convenience none of them have. In other words, the herbs you pick have to be brushed down the tunnel with your own hands.

Only regular fountain sounds to the BGM, and I even engage in rigor and simple work. Replace the branches broken from the fairy walnut tree with a breast stick, and replace the plastic bag (small) from the convenience store excavated from the bottom of the bag with a rink, throwing the ingredients down at the scale and mixing.

Nicetampopos are leaves, fairy walnuts are leaves, but flowers like white lilies - uh, let's just call them white flowers - have a medicinal effect on honey, not leaves or petals. But I don't have the technique to squeeze only the honey well, so I just slice the petals and throw in the part that secretes the honey. I really think this is appropriate, but I figured intuitive medicine whispers in my brain, "It's okay, it's okay," so I'm done.

Anyway, the wound drug A made this way seems to have healed Mr. Twin Leaves, and its medicinal effect proved. With this, I'm not afraid of some hand wounds.

"But... I don't know what to do..."

It is not about wound pills, nor about the future exploration of dungeons, but about Mr. Twin Leaves, whom I helped.

Shit, when I try to calm down like this, I get suspicion that this was really a good idea. No, I have no regrets about the very fact that I helped her. At that moment, I didn't think of the option of abandoning fine dust.

That must have been because I was a wonderful personage full of fraternity, not because I saw a woman exposed to a mutilated corpse just before. I didn't want to see someone go to death in front of me. It's just that.

That's how I helped, but the problem is still, this Battle Royal situation is the same. Just because you saved my life doesn't necessarily mean Mr. Twin Leaves will thank me.

Help me, though I had said so, I might have desperately wished for death in this situation. Or they may have behavioral principles that kick people down like mouths and use them. I can get out, that is, I can't easily trust anyone more than the number of people who can survive is limited to three.

Now that I had one escape, I would have suffered more with the choice of killing her or keeping her alive on this occasion. In that sense, up to two people are fortunate to have a limit of three that can be made companions. There's still room for people to be trusted - but the moment the fourth person shows up, someone gets truncated, a remarkable number limit.

"Hmmm......"

To be honest, in such a difficult situation, I'm not sure I can handle Mr. Twin Leaves. Are you going to be one of those people who aspires to escape together, or is mistrust going to behave differently first... No, from me, the magician, Mr. Twin Leaves should be drawn to his people at all costs.

It is unclear what vocation she is, but no matter what it was, it will be a better battle force than one spellman today. At this point, even if you subtract from your vocation, Mr. Twin Leaves would simply be better at power than I am. My arms are about my thighs, and the sailor's longevity is a little picky. And the thighs stretching out of the pleated skirt are about my waist. Besides, she's not only fat, she's tall. Overwhelming physique difference. Minimum Peach River VS Heavy twin leaves, the battle is obvious to everyone's eyes.

"If you're Mr. Twin Leaves, I think you can buff about one of those ghosts"

Whatever it is, it is a difficult force to gain. In the first place, it would not be so likely that the students we would meet ahead would be solos, given that Jiguchi had already made a threesome. Instead, if you meet a threesome, it could suck, aggressively come to kill you.

And the magician, a vocation that lacks combat ability, pulls the leg of party-formation even further.

But now Mr. Twin Leaves is all alone, besides the fact that I saved his life. There are no more suitable conditions for soliciting peers.

"Damn... that's not my idea..."

In short, we're talking about thanking Mr. Twin Leaves. That makes the most sense. More than I have a clear interest in, I'm no longer a purely bona fide help.

I hate self-righteousness for my wit... but I only remember it, and I hesitate to draw her into the math, but in the end I will do it. Hide your selfish authenticity by saying your dirty words.

Ha, I didn't have any credibility or anything before I made it one of us. I would never work with him like that.

"Mm-hmm..."

At that time, while Mr. Twin Leaves groaned oddly glossy only his voice, his body snuggled like a cow, wandering. Thigh-sized right arm moves and plump fingertips rub her eyes.

"Mr. Twin Leaves... are you awake?

Even though I have the soul nerve to draw into my people from now on, I can't have a refreshing smile and ask in such a way as horror with a subtly stretched look. Apparently, I don't have the talent to act.

"Ah... Peach River"

Slowly her eyelids opened and slowly she called my name.

"Good morning."

"Yeah... good morning... oh, what, that, Peach River, huh?

Tron and his sleepy eyes capture me. No, no, ha, ha. They open up.

"Damn, Peach River, what the..."

"Hey, he said I shouldn't wake up yet!

Was it such a surprise to have me, I rush to stop Mr. Twin Leaves, who was about to gain momentum as it was. Whatever it is, my belly wounds are not blocked yet.

"That, because I... Um..."

"It's okay, calm down. I've medicated my stomach wounds properly, so rest for a while..."

"Oh, what's a stomach? - Oh!

With a truly girly scream, Mr. Twin Leaves moved more agile than expected, lowering the sailor's hem. How embarrassing to see a barrel-like abdomen exposed in front of a boy.

"Ahh! Ouch!"

"Wow, it's okay!? I mean, don't move because the wounds aren't blocked yet!

"Ugh... oh, sorry..."

Twin leaves apologizing in tears. Careless at a time like this, but with a scolded puppy look, he's a little cute. If this wasn't a round face, she would normally be a pretty girl. The eyes are circular and large, and the facial parts themselves are neat.

"Blood, aren't you bleeding?

"Yeah...... it's okay......"

In the meantime, the catastrophe of blocked wounds opening up again seems spared.

"Oh, um... Takagawa, you helped me, didn't you?

Like a snack, Mr. Twin Leaves asks. My heart shakes a little bit, stared at by round eyes like pure light dwells in them.

Get ready, Kotaro Takawa. From here on out is the real deal, whatever it takes to grace her well and draw her into the company.

"Yeah, because Mr. Twin Leaves was down when I got here. I immediately applied the medicine for first aid. I'm glad you saved me."

"Oh, thank you...... really, Takawa-kun helped me out. I thought you were dreaming."

Apparently, the memories of that time when you said "help" to me still linger. All right, now this will definitely prove that I helped her.

"I thought I'd be dead by now... I was so scared... but I'm really glad that Takagawa came... I'm glad that you're helping me again... thank you, Takagawa, thank you... ugh..."

"Oh, hey, Mr. Twin Leaves, don't cry..."

Did you get a lifetime of nine deaths and feel extremely impressed, that Mr. Twin Leaves cried out with a meso, and something feels like we're not close to talking anymore.

"Ugh, thanks Peach River...... Hmm!

"Ugh, yeah, it's okay, it's okay now, just calm down -"

That's how I get rid of Mr. Twin Leaves, who's been crying for a while.

I don't know what to say, I just really hate myself for thinking about drawing a kid like this into my buddy wisely.

At times like this, it would be cool if we could just focus on comforting her, more like this. With all the clutter springing up, all I could do was put the word only on the upper side to Mr. Twin Leaves.

"I'm sorry, Peach River. It's okay now."

Still, by the great solution of time, Mr. Twin Leaves regained his composure safely. Now we're finally ready to talk properly.

"So, why don't you just tell me about the injured situation?"

Don't rush. The first step is to gather information. I have no idea how she fell. [M] It won't be too late to get down to business after a good check on the area.

"Oh, you know, I... uh..."

As for the first question, I was going to get bumped into and make a choice about what was natural, but Mr. Twin Leaves' expression clouds up again. What, you've heard so much shit?

Yeah, we re-picked our options again on Quick Road! That's all I can think of with a confused head.

"Wow, I... ugh..."

Before Mr. Twin Leaves, whose eyes began to pour and tear away again, I realized that I had no talent for counseling.

No, don't give up. Even if you don't have talent, you won't be able to move on unless you hear the circumstances. I don't care if she's already crying, I'll just have to pull the story out.

"Take it easy, Mr. Twin Leaves, because it's okay. In the meantime, from the beginning, yeah, you just have to talk to me in order after you leave the classroom."

"Ugh, yeah......"

Mesomeso and crying, but Mr. Twin Leaves snorts. All right, looks like you're willing to talk.

"Just take your time."

"Yeah, thanks, Peach River...... you know, I-"