Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

Undoubled.

Do it yourself. Oh, my God, I may have overdone it a little. I fought only to strengthen my body as much as I could to avoid discovering the magic, but it seemed I had to contain it more. Does that mean I was more angry than I thought I was?

The building, presumably the village chief's house, is no longer barely roofed over a few columns. Walls, windows, etc. have no shadows to see. If it had been a Japanese house like a razor, it would have been crushed by its weight. It might have been easier to destroy them altogether later.

And all the bandits are disarmed and tied up, biting the monkeys. Although I tied both of those wrists and ankles after tying them to the back of my hand, it turned out to be a kind of unusual sight of a bunch of naughty men rolling against shrimp. Looks like the seal harem I used to watch in the documentary. The place is in the corner of the village square, not on the coast, and although it's a nasty harem full of males. Who got it?

They're all alive for once, but some of them may have broken bones. Well, you're not going to die. Be as grateful as you are alive. I don't know what to say, but I have ascended your son without him. In the future, you will not be plagued by beast lust, and you will be able to live clean.

The rest will be picked up in the morning if we wait, but unfortunately we still have to do something.

Pick all five of the rolling bandits, pull them out in the middle of the square, and remove the ape.

"Well, then can you tell me where Negra is and how many of the rest of us are?

We must crush the rest of the bandits and their negras. The request I received was "exterminated." I have no choice.

"Heh, who says! We're the losers, but that's why we don't sell our people!

"Yes, they do!

Both bandits who have been removed from the apes endorse it. It's an outside road, so it won't actually feel that joint. Well, I don't expect you to be honest with me from the start. So let's get them out of here.

Ask Cristella to bring in the women who were imprisoned from the barn. I don't know why we were called, and many of them seem anxious.

I put daggers, one-handed swords, etc. between the bandits and them that were caught by the bandits.

"Sisters, you can like these bandits.

"... Huh?

I guess I didn't understand what they said, they have question marks on their faces. Symmetrically, the bandits became visibly pale. Even under the weak moonlight, it looks so clearly white.

"You've done a lot of terrible things to these guys, haven't you? This is a great opportunity to clear up your grudges.

I heard a breathtaking noise. It seemed like they finally understood what my words meant, but most people hesitate to compare the weapons placed in front of them to the bandits. People who were very normal village daughters until yesterday, so I guess I can't take the last step where I know what it means. But not everyone does.

From among them, a fluttering woman walked out. Ripped clothes, cut lips and swollen cheeks on one side, vain eyes without light. She also has a blue mole on her large chest, which is likely to fall from scratch. The woman, who was probably raped by both bandits, picked up a dagger from among the weapons without expression. And as I went to the front of one bandit, I held the dagger in my hand in both hands backwards and shook it over my head big.

"No, don't! I'm sorry! Because I was bad!!

A bandit begs for her life as she cleverly leans back against the shrimp, but she doesn't stop.

Emotions float to Russia on that face that was faceless. That was anger. A look full of fierce anger and hatred that doesn't seem like a person's thing. That's exactly what I was young for.

"I want to! Me! My father and my mother! And my brother!

"Ya, stop, yaaaa!?

With the scream, she swung the dagger down to the bandit's chest in momentum.

"Gi-hi!? Come on, stop, come on, whoa!?

"How many times! I said stop it over and over and over and no! Over and over again!

She rides horseback on a bandit, wields her dagger over and over again, and swings it down. Blood ododours can get into the neighborhood and bandit screams fill up.

Is that the hang-up, a few more women take their weapons and head for both bandits.

"Hino!? Please, help me! Talk about everything, talk about it!!

"And I want to die! Please, help me!

Both the rolled bandits plead desperately behind, but that was a little too late.

"No way. If you'd told me honestly, I wouldn't have had to do this. I don't like people as much as I pity people who throw away opportunities myself. [M] If you resent it, resent our own idiocy addition and subtraction, right?

"That's it!?

"Damn, you get this kind of job... gaaaa!?

The women wave down the weapons in their hands. The bandits play chorus at the end of the day, but it's not fun to listen to. If you dare to give it a title, is that what you call 'poetry you deserve'?

After a while, I couldn't hear that chorus either. The first bandit to be stabbed isn't even moving with Pickle anymore. The other four will soon be in the same condition. I guess that's enough.

The woman was still waving her dagger down to the bandit who had already become an unspeakable wreck. I grab her bloody arm from behind. For a moment her body trembles bickerly and stops moving as it is.

Unwrap your fingers one at a time from a strongly gripped dagger and take away the dagger. The blade is distorted. The tip is missing. I'll throw that dagger away.

Turning to her front, which was still solidifying, she was back in her original emotionless face again. The gaze does not move from the lump of meat in front of me.

I bend my knees gently, gaze at her, and talk like a whisper.

"It's over.

After a small, picky shiver, Noronoro and her stare at me.

"... Oops... did you?

"Yeah, this is the end of the hard and sad. I've avenged you, and I'm sure your family will float. Well done.

I put one hand on her head and stroke her gently. Tears slowly crept into her eyes, dropping zero.

"Really... really?

"Yeah, really.

"... uhh... yeah... uhh..."

I keep stroking her head, crying out loud. In fact, it will be really hard from now on. After all the bodies have been killed, the village is devastated and there is no prospect of reconstruction. There's not a single bright story ahead of her, but still, this should have set one apart. By ending something, people can look ahead for the first time. Revenge is not pointless.

You returned to me with that chirping, and the other women who were chopping up the bandits stopped moving. The weapon falls polarized from its hand. Head to them, staring down at the insect-breathing bandits, and hang the words of labor just like the woman ahead.

What they need now is a word of affirmation. The bandits have killed people, so their hearts and minds, who are only village daughters, must be overloaded with joy. Without any care, they break. The fact that you killed a person will never go away, but you can lighten the load if you accept it as legitimate. Just having someone affirm the act should make your mind feel much easier.

And that's my job. I blame them for killing the bandits indirectly. I should be responsible for half of the burden they carry. Mentally, I'm already Osama, and compared to breaking a girl, I don't care about that position.

What's more, I'm the only 'man not a bandit' on this scene. Perhaps they have a fear of men. It's only natural that I've been badly brutalized. But it is not hard to imagine that life will be hindered from now on by a feeling of fear for men. That's why I have to appeal to 'some men aren't scared'. I'm just a kid. Maybe it will be a weird preference that only kids can love, but I want you to give me a break because I can't take care of it that far.

Leaving them somewhat calm to Anna and Cristella, I walk to a bunch of shivering bandits in the corner of the square.

"Have we understood our position? If you don't already know, I'm gonna have to persuade you (...) until you do... well, as far as I'm concerned, I hope you stay alone!

The bandits are shivering with their blue faces as they pass through the white. I was confident in my sales smile, but I couldn't solve it.

"So whoever tells you about Negra and the rest of us snorts, right?

They all nodded boom with momentum as they rolled against the shrimp. What a bundle of bad guys.

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The bandit Negra was in the dark woods. It looks like it was originally a goblin settlement. The square, about 100 m in diameter, which opened snugly in the woods, was surrounded by wooden fences, and three crude cabins stood near its centre. Past form.

I was already in a lot of trouble, disabling the remaining five bandits on the fast track, collecting the treasure and destroying Negra altogether. If I leave it behind, it could be used by other bandits and goblins.

When I put the treasure on the trolley I brought from the village and let the bandits who caught it tow it back to the village, the eastern sky was already just before the sun rose.

It's been a long day.