Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

- It's okay, when you're traveling.

After training in trial and error and harsh spells, I finally consolidate my determination to leave Fairy Square. I did everything I could do here. All you have to do is fight in action.

"All right, let's go, Rem!

"Gaga!

It is the nascent lem that brings plenty of Knight Mantis material to my response well.

The soil in Fairy Square, my blood and array, everything else I used was Kamakirionly, so the rem I was born with was designed to be quite influenced by it.

First, the overall green is noticeable. The basic skeleton, the black skeleton, remains intact, but wraps around a bright green crust of kamakiri like full body armor. This one has a streamlined and sleek look that draws a gentle curve, although it was gotten bitter and stabbing when made of armored bear material.

But the most distinctive thing is its right arm. Yes, Night Mantis, your prized sickle is in its hand.

At the wrist, the hands of the five fingers and the sickle are each jointed together. Usually they fold it on the elbow side to hold the sickle and let it unfold forward and wave like a sword during battle. Sounds a bit like a robot gimmick.

He's in the shape of a small lem just like me, so it seems to be resized a turn smaller than the real one to go with it, but still, its sharpness like a sharpened steel blade remains intact. Rem will recreate the slaughter of Night Mantis.

This time Rem is pretty confident. Naturally, the core he has is also included in the ingredients, as he is following the entire remains of the Kamakiri. Kamakiri is equal to, somewhat understated, and about as strong as an armored bear, so I'm pretty sure the core size is more than that.

Even if it doesn't extend to Mae, I expect her to be a far better avant-garde than me fighting with a spear.

But the biggest part would be the feeling of loneliness being disputed. I can feel relieved that I'm not alone just because Rem moves around as if I really wanted to.

After all, people shouldn't live alone. If I were alone on a deserted island, I'd be friends with Ball.

Anyway, this is how I walked out the aisle of a dim dungeon with Rem, half confident and anxious.

Let Lem walk the lead, and I'll follow right behind you. It is fortunate that there are lights, because it is in a stone ruins dungeon. You don't have to replace the red knife with pine light. But I always put it on my left hip so that I can get out right away.

"Hopefully, around Skeleton will come out"

I have practiced tree targeting against them, but if they are moving against each other, they will be different again. As a combat amateur, I still want to play a battle using a new attack spell on a more powerful Miscellaneous Fish Monster opponent. I'm sorry about the night mantis event.

When I start walking, I get more anxiety than confidence gradually.

I already feel like I've been walking around for quite some time. I checked in G shock and it was about an hour after I left. Twice passing a fairly large hall, it has been through a wide corridor lined with columns of cylinders or a forest dome...... strange, no sign of demons.

"Maybe Aoshi has been cleaning up for the most part"

For once, the magic compass has shown me where to go, but I think perhaps the route I'm on is the path Aoshi has taken. He should have gotten from the boss room in Cerberus to that bug cave, far ahead of us.

There are several routes in the dungeon, so you should be able to go back without necessarily using the Transition Magic Formation. So I guess the compass is also referring to a different route from the direction of the room of the Transfer Magic Formation in the Bug Cave that I was supposed to fly.

Well, even if the dungeons were connected, even more anxiety in my chest would accelerate if I wondered how long the hell it would take.

"Gah."

That's when Rem stops.

"... is there something"

Stop and be vigilant, but no demons will jump out of your surroundings. Apparently, Rem sensed signs of a demon that would be ahead of him.

"Gaga."

"Follow me, okay?"

Which way, you can't avoid it. What we're walking in right now is a big aisle depicting loose curves. There are thick cylinders lined up at equal intervals on each side, about two lane roads wide.

At the lead of Rem, hiding in a cylinder, he went along the road carefully by killing soloists and footsteps. And it was only a matter of time before I heard the presence of the enemy, too.

"I think this voice is Goma."

From the other side of the curve, that nasty, uncomfortable goma squeal echoes. I can't possibly understand their language as usual, but I could still feel the nuance that they were terribly excited about.

Are you even fighting around Kusuri within your people, or are you in the middle of a hunt?

Proceed even more carefully in the direction of your voice and get answers.

"... I see you were hunting ants"

Peek softly into the shadow of the cylinder and gaze at Goma's battle. They were a herd of about ten, fighting to surround three Pawn Ants. The perimeter is already bloodstained, with three torn Goma corpses and one rarely stabbed ant carcass rolling around.

Both Goma and Ant are obsessed with the enemy in front of them, and they don't seem to notice me.

"Miscellaneous fish mons fight each other sometimes."

Think about it, that's normal too. I meant to know, but in front of me, it's quite a surprise.

If it were just an RPG, both wild monsters and demon kings would be attacked by a line of brave men with such brilliant unity that mankind would apprentice them. Well, most games don't put together extra programs that crush each other. The game's enemy characters, for example, are the only ones prepared for the player.

But in this real fantasy world, demons are one creature. Goma lives in a dungeon, and Pawn Ant is building a nest. If two different species compete with each other, they will also fight.

I don't know which one has set it up first, but let's just say this battle of goma and bloodshed by ants is a splendid cause of life in one environment: dungeons.

"This is your chance."

It will also often be natural to have third parties that target the interests of fishermen where they risk each other's lives to get into a fierce fight.

For me, Goma and Ant are both just the right opponents to try. But I'm not as excited as I think I can deal with ten goma and three ants, a total of thirteen enemies at the same time.

"Nice, crush each other"

But if you keep watching the end of the battle like this, you can ambush at that moment of battle. Goma wins in numbers, but weak and poor armed. Are you going to take care of the ants at first, or some of them are wielding long patterned pine lights instead of weapons?

On the other hand, ants have the power and hard crust that giant insects deserve, albeit miscellaneous fish, and some murder weapons are stronger claws and greater jaws than rusty blades.

The force would be antagonistic or something like that. Whichever wins, sacrifice and depletion are inevitable.

So, fifteen minutes to watch the game. Finally, we settle for a battle between demons.

"Ggogo, gebraaaaaa!

"Nba, Nba!

It is Goma who gives you the ambition of a noble victory. There was no way to overshadow a ten-three number of disadvantages on the boulders, and the good fight vain that Pawn Ant was all taken over.

However, there are still many sacrifices on the Goma side. Six survivors, the inner part of which is severely wounded and bugs breath. Three are minor injuries, only two are intact.

"Geba! Goza, Juba!

Two intact bodies and three slightly injured ones flock to the ants who gladly and bravely defeated them. The seriously ill seem to be completely abandoned. In them, I guess the seriously injured goma is already supposed to be dead.

"All right, Rem...... now, let's go"

I am obsessed with loot earned by conspiring death, now is a great chance to ambush. So much so that it seems doubtful that they really are a species alive hunting within this dungeon that everyone is failing to be alert to their surroundings and starting to get enthusiastic about the task of stripping their crusts from the corpses of ants.

Is that all Goma is stupid or are they stupid for not flying? Either way, good duck.

"tangle your escape legs, tie your hair -"

Concentrate your consciousness. Already, the ambush procedure has been simulated. Though the opponent is showing a gap, five bodies. If you hit it badly, there's a difference in the number that's not strange to be turned back.

Be quiet, quick, and secure.

"Knit your flesh-invasive hair from the dirty, red waters -"

Two spells, connected and chanted. It's a simultaneous exercise, but it's also not that difficult to wax because it's a spell of the same pedigree.

On your right hand hold the red knife, the main wappon for flying with your familiar brunette tentacles.

On the left hand side, hold a stone colon, selected for a new attack spell.

"-" Dark Hair Tied, "" Red Hair Brackets ""

As both grow from the curse of the palms, it becomes one threesome - no, this has already become, totally, one rope, and the knitting itself has progressed.

I've actually been wanting to improve on how to knit "Dark Hair Tied" for a long time. Even the three braids were tied or tangled, and although they had sufficient performance, I thought they would be somewhat more robust on the rope.

For a small improvement, I had to understand the braided structure of the rope myself, so I put it behind me because it was plain laborious. With other members, there is no amount of time to take a break.

So now that it's solo, it's time to slowly and slowly try and err 'brunette tying'. Although there was no real rope at hand, it was used as a specimen from shoelaces, loot taken from Goma, etc. This was the middle, chimatima and laborious work, which sometimes took longer than I thought.

Anyway, as a result of a plain rope study, this nascent 'black-haired tie' becomes a stunning rope and becomes a tentacle waving a blade of flame.

The same goes for 'red-haired braces', which are made of this rope braid.

Apart from straining the swamp, the "Rotten Swamp" 's strong acidic venom can be summoned immediately if it comes from a curse that can directly capture my blood "Black Blood", which is the source of the poisonous swamp in the first place.

Because it's toxic, you can't make him carry a weapon like 'brunette tying'. The pattern melts, it wears off quickly, and I only make the tip of my grip black hair, what a clever thing, at least now I still couldn't.

Although red hair can be aggressive as a poison in itself, it's not enough to fly it as it is... As far as I'm concerned, I felt it was easier to handle it as a weapon by letting it grip something on the tip.

So I let him grip a stone corn that wouldn't even dissolve in the poison swamp. The image is yo-yo. Speaking of which, when I was in elementary school, there was a time when Yo-Yo was in a pandemic, and I used to hang out with Boom. Actually, alle, you were pretty good at it.

I never dreamed that the hyper yo-yo skills I acquired at a young age would be brought to life. This duplicity of "brunette tying" and "red-haired bracketing" is comfortable to use that reminds me of those days when I was looping around with two yo-yos.

Thus, one holds a blade and the other a stone, each flying to the back of a goma full of gaps. The aim is the most energetic intact goma. I'm not greedy here, I squeeze my aim just for the hell of it.

"Gi!?

Hit. The red knife pierced deep into the middle of his back and the red hair was beautifully tangled around his neck. Both tentacles feel clearly palatable because of the way they are grown out of their hands.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The stabbed red knife blows firepowder and unleashes the ability to fire. As I cook the meat, I cage my strength and screw the blade further into the back.

Concurrent to strengthen tightening to red hair. The finely knitted, bloody tentacles unfortunately exhibit the toxicity that resides there, causing the neck of the thin goma to rot and melt. Zubuzub and little by little, but I felt sure to eat into Goma's neck meat and go.

"Gabra!

"Zeb, Dagoba!

If your immediate neighbor makes a scream, naturally, the other goma immediately detects the anomaly. If you follow the roots of the tentacles that strike your allies, you'll soon find me.

Is this the limit around here? No, I've already done enough damage, so I wouldn't have to bother to stick to Todome either.

Goma is still going to wave his weapon and tear apart the tangled tentacles. Pull quickly, once you have two bottles back on hand. The attacked Goma just moves to fall and pimple cramps on the spot and doesn't look like she's going to get up.

Well, he's got his neck melted to half after such a zackling sting. There is no power left to fight already.

I don't have time for the bug-breathing guy. I still have four more bodies. I have to deal with Goma. They're finding me and calling me gagglers, signs that they're all going to storm soon. But I won't let you. Still, there's a battle flow on this side of the ambush.

"Spread out, 'Rotten Swamp'"

At the same time as the red knife came back on my right hand side, I dropped it a little in front of me on the "red-haired bracket" on my left hand side and let "Rotten Swamp" unfold there as a starting point.

Originally, even if I threw blood on the stone, I could stretch the swamp. Even from the stone corn grabbed by the redhead, it is possible enough to activate the 'Rotten Swamp'. Of course, it's been experimented with in advance.

Work hard to spread the swamp to both ends of the wide aisle and seal it off completely. In the meantime, use this as a wall replacement.

"Next, it's you!

Put the red hair back on your left hand, while releasing the red knife brunette. The aim is a goma that runs slightly ahead. From a guy close by, in order.

"Damn!

"I was bounced!?

Did they read the orbit because they flew straight without any twists? Goma waved the knife in her hand and played the red knife to show it.

I'm busy guarding Goma.

Not if you're being evil. My attack plan suffers from a one-tempo delay due to being prevented. If I stay like this, the other guys will make me critical and compelling. Speaking of Goma, if you run through with your guts, you might be able to break through the poison swamp.

"Chi."

Shake the red knife twice and three times appropriately on the spot to restrain the goma with the knife. While he stops, the other three come running through and approaching.

Shit, I don't have that much distance anymore. Damn, close. No, calm down, don't rush. It's still okay, there's respite, and there's a hitter.

I performed another spell before shooting the "red-haired bracket" back at hand.

"Catch him, 'Spider's Nest Involvement'"

This is a long-awaited new spell, not a derivative of "Dark Hair Tied" I knitted. The effect is simple, knitting a rope of brunette tentacles like a spider's nest, becoming a large net, flying to the enemy and tangling it up.

If you have a hippo move in the first place, you'd have to knit a net. This was also a natural idea to come up with, but don't tell me you finally realized that you were spitting spider thread on the sidewalk.

That's why when I finished developing the rope knitting, the next time I could make this net as well. For once, I practiced so that I could get it out instantly, but because of the more complex structure, it was difficult to get three or four shots out at the same time. Now the limit is to shoot two nets. I can't say that the firing speed is fast enough to flatter you, at best, to the point where I threw it full force.

However, this one is based on "brunette bondage," so it's an advantage to be able to eject it from anywhere, not only from my hand, but also from a shadow that I can see.

"Nba!?

From the shadows created by the standing cylinders, I unleash The Spider's Nest Involvement. Because he flies unintentionally from his horizontal vision, Goma is suddenly imprisoned for brunette throwing without being able to cope.

It was Goma with the spear. Each of the other two was equipped with a pine light and a rusty sword. I thought if I was bad, they would cut the net right away, and once I got caught, I deliberately aimed to hold a spear of a long weapon that was hard to cope with.

As you wish, the spear goma just rolls wildly trying to unravel the nets of dark hair tangled in her body. You idiot, you can't take it off the net so easily with your bare hands.

Now Spear Goma succeeds in temporarily powerlessness. The rest are the Matsuaki Goma and the Rusty Sword Goma, which are packing the distance smoothly. And the knife goma was running again, too, trying to catch up to the two of us.

"Now it's time!

I wait for the Red Knife to return before releasing both black and red tentacle double strikes just like the first so that I can be sure I can finish next time.

The aim is the sword Goma, which has finally reached the point of "Rotting Swamp". He seemed to be wondering what to do before the poisonous swamp, which was clearly giving him a nasty vibe. That makes a great gap.

"Ghhhhhhhhhhhh!

Needlessly, the Red Knife stabbed him in the torso, his red hair also curled all over his body, and his whole body of meat was roasted with acid.

One, two, three, this is the limit.

Count three, then release the sword goma. The stabbing was shallow, and the fact that it was not tangled in the neck, thanks to which the sword Goma remained energetic to the extent that it ran through the pain. If we continued to attack for another three seconds, we might have even been fatally wounded, but now it's just enough to disable them. Todome is behind us.

"Next..."

Matsuaki Goma was trying to jump over the swamp with a runaway in the gap where the sword Goma was being hit.

"I've already taken care of Sole -" Dark Hair Tied "!

From the middle of the poisonous swamp, do-do-black-haired tentacles pop up like they were waiting, catching a dumb goma.

"Ngoooooo!?

He grabbed his ankle while he was flying, straight upside down in the poison swamp. He was slapped from his head by a fiercely poisonous surface of water, and by a severe beating and sore acid, he raised a scream of agony. Most importantly, if you dip your whole body in the 'Rotten Swamp', you'll soon lose the energy to scream and be silent.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

And when the tempered scream stumbled on my ear, I realized.

"No way, step on your side!?

The late Knife Goma flew across the 'Rotten Swamp' with mercy and relentlessness on the backs of her companions sinking into the Poison Swamp.

"Gal, Dagova!

The distance between me and him is less than three meters. Lightly landed, Knife Goma pulled another knife out of her waist and set it up in a duplex.

In contrast, the red knife and red hair are already back in my hands.

"The same duplicity, fighting each other with sashi..."

At that moment, I felt a sense of understanding with an uncommunicable savage demon clan. Niyali, and the knife goma laughs confidently.

So I laughed, too.

"Pugger."

And I'll point my finger at you and laugh at you. 'Cause you will. I confidently put up a knife, and the moment I came to compete, I was slashed from behind.

"Bugaaaaaaaaaa!?

With the scream, a dot of blood splashes from the back of the knife goma. "Oh, seriously? What's this, dodgy?" But with a dumb look, Goma fell into the front.

"Well done, Rem"

"Gah!

The knife goma was attacked, of course, by a lem equipped with the sickle of Night Mantis. I had them hidden in a cylinder built just beside me. [M]

Even when it comes to the avant-garde, you won't have to show up in front of your enemies from the start. If someone jumps over the 'Rotten Swamp' and comes up to me, the enemy should be full of heads by now. Slash it from the side and make sure it ends.

If my first attack is also an ambush, then Rem's first strike is an ambush. Computationally, now we can definitely kill two. The question was whether we could successfully kill the remaining three. So at the time Matsuaki Goma fell into the swamp, the battle was never there.

"Phew, I'm glad it worked..."

Take a breather.

As a matter of fact, the battle went as I planned and I was able to wipe it out. It can be called a great success.

"But there's so much to reflect on."

Even if it worked out so well, I didn't care inside during the fight. [M] Especially around getting a red knife played by a knife goma?

And if I lacked calm just a little bit, I might have lost too much. Or maybe he had chosen an unmatched loss at the expense of Rem.

"After all, it's hard to fight solo..."

No, let's think positively. Fighting alone is inevitable at any rate, so at least let us rejoice in this vibrant victory and be confident that we can challenge the next battle.

"All right, then, hurry up and collect the loot!