Mob, if I were a high school student, could I be an adventurer, too, Leah?

"With that said, are you with the woman you like?

"What, all of a sudden"

"Just say it. You're not telling me you prefer men, are you?

As we proceeded through the woods, we were beginning to chat without either.

I'm never distracted.

Coosie has always fought his enemies with his nose, knocking down no more than one rat found by the sitting child. I also wore my gear securely and had a tear spray in my hand.

This is how I'm slapping my mouth in vain because I can't get my mind blown by the tension that's too strong.

"Is there a reason? For once, I'm here. It's a one-sided idea."

"Heh! What kind of guy are you? Is she cute?

"Mm, he's pretty cute in the class. There's more than 60 facial deviations at the national level. My personality feels very dear, and I feel like I'm smiling quietly in the group. I've never seen anyone speak ill of her before. And more importantly..."

Again...... I found a child's body in the corner of my sight and ate his teeth.

A young blonde girl, who would not even be in elementary school yet, had died with a slit from under her throat to under her navel. Inside, it is beautifully and refreshingly removed, and piled to the surrounding trees. The smell of blood and faeces all around, but terrible......

I unconsciously illuminated myself with the sight and rushed away.

It's okay, I won't. Lucky girl.

"More than what?

"He's small, he's sneaky, but he's got a big chest. Probably the biggest in all grades."

"... it's there after all. Sketchy. But as far as I can tell, it's pretty good. Is that a pulse on you?

The sitting boy smiled and kicked the rat that was sneaking at my feet to death. The stench of boiled dove water scatters around you.

"You can't have that. Blah, blah, blah, blah. I've only talked to you enough to count."

"Yeah? And you like it? I just like boobs..."

"Oh, no... Maybe it's a little different to like it. Maybe close to admiration. It would be great to hang out with a girl like this."

"Oh, I see. Is that what you're saying?"

A boy stripped of his whole body. Girl stuffed with her own head in her stomach. A slender boy who is dying in a state devoured by his own arms. A girl whose hands and feet were extended to nearly three times their original length.

Crazy corpse exposition.

Oh, shit.........!

"Don't make me laugh! Who are you, laughing at!!

Just now Cahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...!!!

"Your husband...?

Ha, ha, returned to me with Coosie's confused voice.

A sitting boy stares at this one with a quiet eye. No one is laughing. But I can hear you. The grunting voices of countless children......

Is that an illusion?... No, I'm still normal. Then this is the gimmick of this labyrinth. The fact that it doesn't sound like the sitting children is a trap that acts only on the master? Probably using the souls of children who seem to be captured.

... Ok, I'm able to think calmly. I'm still clever, cool.

"Uh, how far did I tell you?... Yeah, well, it's not like we're doing anything for once, is it? That's part of how adventurers do it. This is the only place I want to compete for Christmas."

"Heh, I see. You want me to put myself in danger and raise a man? You're gonna do pretty good, too. Well, if he dies before Christmas, I'll take care of him."

"That's not funny in this situation, is it? Seriously."

"I'm kidding, you can't die with a rat on you."

In this space where I was going insane, my casual interaction with sitting children was keeping my mind at peace.

You get the illusion that you're talking to your friends in the classroom by looking away from the body and talking stupid.

I knew for myself that it was a kind of escape from reality.

In movies and comics. Then the characters are flying jokes together even in critical situations. Can't I just look at it and actually say something that made me feel this good in a situation like this? I thought so. Though for performances, too little reality. But now I know.

Because I'm going crazy if I didn't tell you one of the jokes.

Even directors and screenwriters are not stupid. You'd be interviewing military personnel and battlefield journalists about the imminent danger of death.

The film must be made by studying human psychological movements at that time.

... Oh, my thoughts are freaking out again. The escape from reality is getting stronger? Is that a kind of weird, sober analysis? What are you saying about this? I saw it in some movie. Oh, I remember. Normal bias. Yeah, it sure does.

"Your, your, your husband!

He returned to me with Coosie's crying voice.

"Duh, what's up!?

"No, the Lord's position is close. We'll be there in a few minutes."

"Right..."

Zun, and I found my stomach to be heavy. I was trembling. More power falls out of my legs. I felt the ground, which was supposed to be hard, was getting fuzzy.

"Sir, I'm sorry!

Suddenly, Coosie slapped herself on the head to the ground. Crawl and beg for mercy.

"Bo, please put me back in. I can't be a fighter!

…………………………

"Oh, my legs don't go any further! I knew I had to fight...! That's what I think, but if I put my enemies in front of me, I'm sure I won't be able to fight...! That's what I know for myself!

I reverse my whole body hair, circle my tail and leak a whimper... I gently stroked Coosie's back like that. It smells like the day from his body. It smelled horrible.

"Your husband...?

I felt like I could really understand how he felt right now.

As a matter of fact, I thought I was the one who couldn't use it when I saw a guy he couldn't fight. I have a gooler and a sitting boy so I can do something about it, but if it was a piece of him, I'd be freaked out... even.

He said he would raise it as a scourge for sitting children, but he thought inside he would replace it if he got the money.

But this is how I finally understood his feelings when I was in a situation where my life was at stake.

I'm scared to death. Both humans and monsters are like that together.

I didn't understand the obvious, and I kept letting them fight.

"You've shown me well with patience to be scared before. You can go back."

"Huh!!!

To my words, Coosie scratched her chest and rubbed her head to the ground. From the bottom of your belly, bark.

"Bo, I... pity myself!! Courage... I want it!

To her mourning, I saw my other self.

I was making Coosie look like a coward because she was protected by a secure barrier and forced by strong cards to fight instead.

Beyond the TV screen, like ridiculing characters who are frightened by monsters.

I was making fun of those who stood up to fear in one of them while keeping themselves safe.

But for the first time in this way, the fear of death was stuck in front of me, and my skin was peeled off.

Then it wasn't the New American Adventurer who was there, it was just a kid who was too scared to throw up all the way to Gelo.

I want courage. The courage to face the threat with a strong will.

- So Coosie. Let's get a little brave together.

That's what I told her inside, and I put her back on the card.

Be nice.

I can hear the sitting boy laughing from behind Couscous.

"Careful with the cards, sweet master, huh? Wouldn't it be a waste of time and effort to switch when you get a stronger and easier to use card anyway?

Back to back with the content, her voice was terribly gentle.

I said I'd turn around.

"That's not true. I'm gonna keep using him. Strengthen it, rank it up, all the time."

Of course you didn't.

I didn't even have to say it.

As I approached the enemy, I could hear the pleasant whistle tone.

The identity of the Lord is already predictable. The family of the rat, the bodies of the boys and girls, the tone of the whistle...... no doubt, the identity of the enemy is [Hermeln's whistleblower].

Not a famous part of the Irregular Encount. I guess it's because I didn't do so much damage during Angola. But that doesn't mean equals. Instead, we should have been wary that information was scarce for minor minutes.

However, if the enemy is [Hermeln's whistle blower], his skills will follow his predictions. measures to a better extent than not, but were also prepared for the first time.

Take one deep breath. Thoughts are getting colder and colder about whether the fear has shaken off.

"Let's go."

He briefly told the cards and entered the source of the song.

The sitting boy has already disappeared. After much discussion, she was free to move as usual, and I was supposed to focus on Gooler's orders.

"... eh"

It was by the woods there. In the abyss of a flowing river, a man dressed in polar-colored vertical stripes blows a whistle indifferently. Countless chunks of meat rolled around, and the rats were devouring it.

I held my breath only for a moment on such a hellish painting, but I immediately regained my mind and gave instructions to Gooler.

"Let go, Gooler!

"Jesus, Master"

Gooler releases a squeezed slingshot to the whistling man. I couldn't follow that bullet off at high speed with my eyes, but I found out that the bullet was prevented by something. Failed. But I did see it. Before that man, something like a barrier composed of countless notes appeared only for a moment.

We need to strip the arrow first.

Is that a fence against physical attacks? Or disable less than a certain amount of damage? That note isn't just a design, is it? Sound......, a whistle?

"Oh no, this is a quick customer! But the twist has to be after the performance, sir!

It was me who decided not to be surprised a little or softly, but honestly I was drained of my liver.

That is not because the enemy has spoken. When it comes to talking, even our cards talk. It's normal for a monster to talk. That doesn't change even the enemy.

What surprised me was simply the appearance of the enemy. I didn't realize it when I was closing my eyes and whistling, but his face was just an ugly thing to call a monster.

The eyes are positioned vertically, not horizontally, with a dozen small eyeballs twitching in them. My mouth is seemingly normal, but when I opened it I saw my lips and teeth double.

The smell is terrible, too. At first I thought it was the smell of abandoned corpses - the smell of manure and blood drifting from virtually scattered organs - the smell of condensing the stench of this sewer dozens of times more seemingly drifting from his body itself.

Put on a masked goggle and this is it. If you take it off, you may not even be able to think normally.

A whistling man spreads his arms in a lofty gesture. We're gonna do something! That's what I thought. I gave Gooler instructions to keep throwing slingshots, but that got held back by the wall of notes that showed up in front of the whistling man.

... you mean it's not just a barrier that comes out whistling?

The whistleblower talks about us elsewhere.

"What I'm going to tell you more than this is the tragedy that struck a city! There was a very hungry man in one place. This hunger just works normally. Then I can't fill it. The man who thought so comes up with a little mischief. It was about letting a handsome mouse attack the city and make it look like it would get rid of it and get paid. Now listen to me. [Locust Rat Carnival]"

At the end of the day, a whistling man with an elegant mouth on a whistle.

Then the rats from the surrounding area peeled their fangs simultaneously. At the same time, rats can be heard from the woods. An uncomfortable multiplayer.

Goolers lifted me up and evacuated me like a shoulder car to the rats approaching like a little tsunami. I spray the tear spray in my hand from high altitude all around me.

The bear-repellent stimulus rats hovered around with deafening screams. Good, it's working!

But the rats gush from the woods inexhaustibly from the next. I got desperate and kept spraying.

"The rats who show up devour food all over the city and sprinkle disease. The people of the city set all kinds of traps and chase the rats around with weapons, but the rats don't diminish at all. When people were in trouble, a man appeared fluttered and told them.

'I know how to get rid of these rats. If you get the reward you deserve, you'll get rid of these rats without one left. "

The mayor was very troubled to hear about the reward, but decided to hire a man that he couldn't replace his belly on his back.

'Okay, you can try. But if there's even one left, I won't give you the reward. "

Now listen to me. [Lemming's March] "

The rat reinforcements stopped pitifully with the song. That's not all. Even the rats who have not been sprayed head back to the woods to draw water. What? Why 'd you leave the soldiers yourself?... Could it only be an attack along the lines of the story?

"When a man whistles, rats from all over the city come to the man. The rats jumped into the river themselves and died as the man headed straight for a river that flowed outside the city. The people of the city who saw it cheer. The man told the mayor he was going back to the city.

"Come on, you've made good on your promise, now it's your turn."

But the mayor doesn't really try to give the reward. The rats were gone and relieved he was spared to give the reward.

"My daughters won't give it to you."

The man who broke his promise was furious and whistled with so much noise that it echoed across the city. Children from all over the city come out of their homes caught in that pleasant tone. Now listen to me. [Invitation to the circus] "

I heard that. I made myself strong. Coming, coming! The most famous scene of Harmeln's whistling man!

A whistling man blows a whistle high. A tune so pleasant that I don't think I'm in battle. I heard that to us............... nothing in particular happened.

For the first time here, he looks surprised. When I saw it, I laughed niggly.

... apparently the measures have worked.

When I expected the enemy to be a Harmeln whistleblower, the first thing I alerted myself to was an attack by sound. Harmeln's whistleblowing man is taking away the children of the city with the tone of the whistle, who did not pay. Then I expected him to have a whistled state anomaly or means of attack.

As a precaution, I had the cards pre-inclined. Sound insulating, solid, it completely blocks external audio, and my microphone tells me clearly. It tasted bad if it sounded or not, but apparently it was safe as long as it wasn't in my ear.

By the way, as far as I'm concerned, as long as the cards are present on the field, the master will not be affected by enemy attacks, so no problem.

A whistling man furious when he notices an incense embedded in our ears. I peeled off that creepy tooth and yelled.

"You guys! What the hell is that earplug? Aah! Is that how you listen to people's music!!

"You know what!

That's what I said and threw a tear spray at him instead of a twist.

That naturally got in the way of the barrier, but rolls right next to him as we aim. Now.

"Gooler! Snipe the spray!

"Jesus, Master"

Gooler, who heard my orders over the mic, strikes out the spray with a slingshot.

The gas that went in during that moment burst and the drug was scattered around the area. At its center is the whistling man.

Wasn't the contents of the spray considered an attack? I can see the colored air surrounding the whistling man without being prevented by the barrier.

What do you say?... Shit, no! It doesn't seem to have worked.

Apparently, he had strong resistance to state abnormalities.

"Me! I can't forgive you anymore! I'll rip your neck off myself!

As the furious whistleblowing man spun the whistle a crunch, the whistle instantly turned into a sickle reminiscent of the reaper.

You're gonna switch to melee!

A whistling man with a terrible grin...... no. Light bullets attacked Reaper from nowhere when Reaper took a step.

"Mmm!?

The Reaper, who turned himself over and dodged him, is just fine. But we didn't miss that action.

I did! I did! I mean, that barrier only shows up when you have a whistle!

He noticed his own failure, too, and looked up.

"I'm smart with ambushes!

"There's a stream coming! Gooler, it's phase three! Attack!"

An ordered gooler approaches Reaper.

He was a Reaper who set up the Great Sickle and took the posture of repelling, but the light bullets of the sitting child struck there one after the other.

"Ko, this... ku, if only the power wasn't even limited!

I guess he's attacking while changing places one after the other, the light bullets are emitted from all directions. To an invisible sniper, Reaper was on the defensive side.

There, Ghuller gets hit in one hand by Stanrod. A reaper who drifts away from his upper body. The light bullet wore its right leg. Kneel. Gooler's stanrod swung down there. He was a reaper who tilted his neck and avoided a direct hit to his head, but a stanrod slammed into his shoulder. Batin, and the light of discharge. A reaper who stiffens himself for a moment, just for a moment.

But you can also resist electric shock. Shake the big sickle immediately - but that moment was enough for the sitting boy.

"... idiot, dude"

Light bullets wear reaper breasts. Reaper opened his eyes to the wind that he said was incredible, tilted his body about, and vanished.

………………………………………………………………

Silence. Only the sound of my heart is sounding softly.

I checked a lot and made sure nothing happened and finally understood.

"... knocked it down, did you?

That was close to talking to myself, but the reply came right back.

"Oh, the Atasis win"

See the sitting boy who was coming beside me at some point. Gooler was walking slowly towards me, too.

Suck, the rats that were hovering around disappear. And it came to pass, when the LORD had vanished, that his family had also lost their lives.

So I finally got a sense of reality.

I won. I survived.

"... hah"

I sat on the ground with no strength.

The first thing that sprung up in my chest was relief, not joy. I didn't have to die, only that sense of security. I'm relieved you didn't lose my cards.

Eventually, there was a sense of accomplishment. I studied desperately and felt many times as accomplished when I scored a hundred points on the test.

Confidence was also created. That Irregular Encounter was defeated in the first major battle.

And without any prior information. I was in the mood to praise myself for being quite talented.

My cards are so amazing, I wanted to brag to someone.

Finally, I got enough gratitude to blow them all away.

If my card weren't for them, they would definitely be dead first.

Especially sitting children. This guy really helped me on the road and in battle. This little girl needs to cheer me up. My heart was broken before I could fight the Lord. Even during the battle, he debated the light bullet on the occasion that it was here and solved the mystery of the barrier. Even Todome is a jerk.

Look at the battle now, who thinks he's a hassle card? Less than half the price? Idiot, we all want ten or a hundred times the market.

Really, thank you. All I can say is yes.

I put that thought on and looked at the sitting boy - frozen.

Reaper, behind her, was waving up a sickle. Let's brutally rub our mouths ripped to our ears.

"- - Sapra ~ iz. Entertainment has to be unexpected, sir!

Stop...

Before those words came out, a sickle, waved down.