Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

Hmm? What the hell?

What's the matter? Hmm? Oh... is that a ship?

Two young men standing on guard gaze at the sea at night in a long way. There should just be a dark sea ahead...... but there's one ship there now.

Four mast Galeon ships. But two of them have been broken since the middle, and the two left have no canvas either. Instead, the dripping seaweed of water hangs in large quantities.

There are big holes in the hull everywhere, burning everywhere and it's going to sink now. But the ship is quietly bound for port without sinking. They say there's no canvas to get wind of. While emitting red phosphorescence from the whole area.

As we approach, the differences become even more apparent. Crowds of skeletons flock to the deck. Wrapped in a martial bone gauntlet, its hands are gripped by rusty song knives (spotters) and trident (trident), with the same red light behind the fallen orbit as the hull.

"So?"

"Hi, hi! Yu, a ghost ship!!"

The two men rush into what appears to be a stuffed building. A dozen men all jump out of the building after a while.

"Ho, really?"

"Damn, undead is a pain in the ass! You can't take them down with a normal weapon! Magic should make sense, Your Excellency the Governor! The rest of you, prepare fire arrows and pine lights! Hurry!!"

The pirate's head…… the captain gives instructions and the men begin to move. Pretty accurate instructions. It seems the undead can only be defeated by magic or fire.

And the Governor and I seem to be wizards. It's on a hill a little further from the harbor, a slightly larger sign would be so. Is the color red, fire magic? Strength is no big deal. It's just a little stronger than Luca, whose magic has just become available.

Well, this ghost ship can't be magically manageable. Because it's made of my planar magic.

"Excellent! You're like a real ghost ship!

"I can't see anything, I can't hear anything!

"Bad taste."

"It's decent for a boss. I'm relieved."

I'm not very good at horror, but exceptionally only skeletons can be fine. Because art anatomy and osteology were mandatory for studying painting. The more I disliked it, the more the cow bone dessant was also disgraced. So the bones are resistant.

Muscles are equally fine, but no rotting meat. I hate zombies. I don't want to go to the city of raccoons. I don't want to get a job with an umbrella mark pharmaceutical company.

Are we the aft tower of that ghost ship, or are we in the rear cabin? Even when it comes to the cabin, there is nothing out there that is poorly coordinated. There are just tight white walls and lights illuminating the indoors, more than a hundred inches of monitors and a large horizontal bench.

Everyone sits side by side on that bench and watches what's going on out there. You're like a home theater. It's not a movie, it's a live feed though.

Cristella is all positive at her usual rate. I'm too paranoid and scared. It could be horror in a way. One day I might be imprisoned for saying 'for you' or something. Hi-no!?

Samantha doesn't like horror any more than I do. He is meditating on his eyes and blocking his ears with both hands, holding his knees and getting smaller. I'm sorry. I don't think it's gonna take that long, so just be patient.

The other members are as usual. Woo sleeps round at my feet, and what Kikka and Anya say is rude as usual. You'll have to punish me later.

Fire arrows are fired towards the ghost ship that broke into the harbor. But the arrow that hit the hull made a hard noise and was bounced and not stabbed one.

Without the fire arrows rising to the deck spreading, those that jumped from the hole onto the ship similarly softly quench the fire. It just leaves a slight burn mark.

It looks like wood, but it's just that kind of texture, because it's made of planar magic. Isn't it a little hard to burn or stab?

"Damn, what the hell is this ship!? Fire arrows don't make any sense! I have no choice, hold the pine light! Hold the skeletons until the Governor gets here!

"Understood!

This captain is pretty good. Even though it is a horror development, it does not panic and instructs. Even during the Gizan raid, the decision to withdraw was quick.

It feels rough with a bearded mojah about forty years old, but it could actually be a role creation for a pirate's head. No, I'm not saying beard mojas are crude, they're just my image.

This is the first target, right? Crush this guy and the chain of command will collapse.

A ghost ship docked to the pier to slip. But there is no movement in the skeleton that wraps around the deck.

What? You're not coming down. "

Are you frightened of Matsui?

I don't know. Don't be alarmed.

As a matter of fact, this skeleton is just a decoration. I've created about thirty bodies, but the motion is patterned and looped. Blah, I'm just shaking. The movement of the human body is quite complicated, so even I, the boulder, cannot control this number individually. One or two is the limit at best.

So only move the whole thing that can be controlled without impossibility.

Choosing the whole thing out of a flock of skeletons. It's a standard skeleton with a large song knife on its right hand and a one-handed round shield (buckler) on its left. Let him float and slowly unload him a little further away from all the men in the Noran army. A small sound of a landing called Cashan sounds louder and louder around.

I can see the tension ran between the men. So, would you like to add a little performance? The movie has to be less interesting.

"Yo... Yokumokorocitekretana... Noran... Kaizoku, Koros"

"Hi-hi, no, you talked!?"

"Top undead!? Shit, you gotta be defensive! Hold on till His Excellency gets here!

A crouched voice is spun from the skeleton. Actually, I'm the one who talked. It triples the microphone and distorts the sound. There's no voice changer. Sound is also important for performances. Good games and cartoons are good for music. This is common sense.

"Beat Han is a fine art. Do you even look good in a theater or something?

"Oh, that sounds interesting. I need to buy a year-round ticket."

Kikka, Luca, theater isn't that easy, is it? Because I can't teach acting. Because I'm a stubborn designer.

Now, shall we open this part?

Let the men slip into each other as they slip through the skeleton. And first, he cuts off the pine lights held by a slightly younger man who was to the captain's left.

Even if it looks rusty and Namakura, the cut is excellent because it's made of my planar magic. Instead, some of them are made on gizzards to give it a rusty feel, so it may be more vicious than a regular planar blade as a cut.

"Become"

The wolfed young man is blinded by that sharp cut for a moment. In the next moment the same incision was made in his neck, whether he had noticed it or not.

"Ben!? This guy is fast for undead jerks!

The captain penetrates towards the back of the skeleton, where the movement stopped for a moment after shaking off the song knife. You're going to pack the distance and stop taking advantage of the speed. But sweet. This guy is not human.

The skeleton prevents the captain from tapping the pine light with a one-handed round shield on his left. Don't turn around, with your left hand turned to your back. Both shoulders and elbows have joints bent in a direction unlikely to be human.

"Huh?"

The skeleton rotates only the upper body as it is and turns back to the captain. Beat the song knife with the momentum of its rotation, while aligning the lower body direction to the upper body.

The captain flies back and distances himself as he prevents it with his sword.

"Wow, chill wal!?"

"That's a little disgusting, isn't it? I think I'm dreaming."

"~ Oh, I can't see anything. I can hear you. Yeah!

The ratings of our women seem pretty good. I hate horror and it's numb.

Don't cry, Samantha.

A skeleton that rarely swings a songknife toward the captain. Captain Matsuaki has already been truncated and the sword has a lot of blade spills. The truth is, I can cut my sword off with one blow, but I wouldn't dare to do that to stir up fear.

Every time I wield a crooked knife, I shake my head and my skeleton. I deliberately removed it from control to create a creep.

From time to time, both men other than the captain attack us, but they all bounce back with the shield of their left hand. in the range of motion of abnormal joints.

I'm trying to attack you from a blind spot, but you're looking round because you're looking at it from the diagonal top with the camera. There are signs.

"I've never seen a real skeleton, but it's a pain in the ass when you fight like that."

"It must be difficult in melee. Away, the magic seems good."

"I don't want to fight that. Mendoza noodles."

"I knew I'd do range magic. Melee, you're going to be prevented from doing all the magic of a single shot."

Hmm, I see.

You're moving it yourself. What, but there's definitely a chance that a real top undead would make a move like this. Because Skeleton doesn't have eyeballs.

That means you're not looking at what's going on around you with your eyes, so you're more likely to be grasping it in another way. Sound or smell or magic, or in any case, the absence of a blind spot is also conceivable, which also means my usual assassin style doesn't work. Maybe a little incompatible.

As Kikka says, an undefendable attack by Range Magic seems to be effective. Maybe that's what "magic for the undead" is all about.

"Ku!?"

Making the sound of 'Pakin', the captain's sword finally breaks from the inside and dances through the universe. You can't stand a skeleton attack anymore.

The skeleton chases down the captain trying to throw away the broken sword and back off.

Ha!

The tip of a quick protruding song knife protrudes from the captain's mouth to the medulla oblongata, and into the back of his head. After a big spasm of bickering, Dharan and the captain draping his limbs without force. The captain, suspended at the tip of the song knife in the grip of the skeleton, falls to the ground in a slap and relaxes, slowly expanding the red stain under his body. It doesn't even work with Pickle anymore.

"Ya, Captain!?"

At that time, the skeletons swarming on the deck of the haunted ship tread their feet in unison, rattling their claws and jaws. It's a stomp of ecstasy. If I had lips, I would have whistled. No, I can if I want to ring it.

The men look up at the sound of surprise deck and return their gaze to the captain's body. And finally recognize the status quo.

"Ugh, wow, the captain's hit!? No more, run!

As you can see, the men with their faces bright blue, both swords and pine lights flee to throw them away and scatter. What a gutless bunch of guys you've only been hit by two yet. Have you been a little too elaborate on the show?

Well, naturally, I won't let you get away with it.

Skeletons chase and cut off the escaping men at high speeds from behind. It's quite a horror sight. No, I guess Splatta. More red.

I have no sympathy or forgiveness. This is what these guys have done in scattered kingdoms too. karma, deserved, heavenly punishment surface. No, it's heavenly punishment. Heavenly, human? First Choo? How about the moon?

"No, why, why not in my eyes like this?"

The last one.

As he tries to cut off a middle-aged chin beard man, a fireball flies in from the shadow of the stuffing and peeks at the skeleton eaten on his head. That's a fireball.

The man who escapes the difficulty rushes out towards the stuffing.

From behind the stuffing appears a man dressed in a flashly decorated military uniform. He's a little fat, tall guy, enough to go over some forty.

"Damn, they're gonna fail to plunder us. They're gonna kill us every undead, they're really useless. This is why the people are here."

"Oh, Governor!

Apparently this man was the governor of this city manipulating the pirates, and the direct revenge of Luca and Samantha.

So that's it for the horror. Will this be the opening of the second part/revenge play?

Is that it? Speaking of which, what happened to Daisy? You're not in the conversation at all, are you?

I thought, I slept wrapped around a blanket in the corner of the cabin. Well, it's certainly time for the kids to go to bed. Somehow, she's my paced daughter everywhere.