Mr. Nobu's Otherworld Chronicles

Early in the morning, the backyard of the 'Solomon Pavilion'.

Yeah, yeah, ha, ha.

Relax your body in the stretch to make sure it's in good shape. The mole, which was all that was there, was also completely damaged and left a slight pain. Wow, that's an ointment.

And I'm also amazed at the resilience of this body. If it was the original old man's body, you wouldn't want to move - it would have been in a state.

Now I want to move my body. Swing the iron sword barely behind the inn.

Speaking of which, the guys I met earlier in the dining room, they called me "Admiral Big Hole" or "Mr. Undead," which is a terrible nickname, but it's not settled, is it? Don't, truthfully. Also, did anyone put a hole in the "Great Hole Admiral"...

Shaking off clutter and bareful for an hour. Nice sweat.

And take care of the sword after wiping the sweat. It was all that brawl when I got back from the dungeon to take care of it. Speaking of which, there was also a slight dent in the small hand of the iron ants. It is that gean's fault.

You said you wouldn't be so hurt if you were in a junior dungeon, but I guess the guy who snaps this guy has a lot of strength. I think the difference in experience was greater than the skills. Don't feel like the way he fought was either supposed to be a people-to-person fight.

I can't lose next...... Looks like I regretted it after all. I didn't know you'd think so by now.

Let's just keep the first class as fistmen. I now realize that it is easier to master the fighting system.

All right, it's time to have breakfast and head to the filling room. You didn't tell me at some point, but you'd better hurry, right?

And this is West Gate Stuffing.

The guards seem busy working. I can't even look around and see Kyle or Master. In the jar, I guess?

"Good morning. My name is Nobsada, is there a Mr. Kyle or Captain Matuda?

There was Kyle with a vain eye when he spoke into the stuffing.

"... oh, knobsada. Ugh, disgusting. No. Sorry, I haven't been feeling any better since the Captain General met me yesterday."

At that time. I can think of Kyle with a dead eye. Somehow I feel like this guy carries such a statute. Nannon.

"He's sad. Eat even this light one."

Remove the apple from the backpack and throw it at Kyle.

I drew a curve and flew away. Kyle catches it and swoops.

"Thank you. Yeah, it's reasonably sour. Don't freshen your head a little. Yes, Captain General, but now he's gone to the Lord's mansion. I'm leaving a message for you to head over to the Captain General's house for now. This is the map."

A map, which would be Kyle's handwritten, is handed over. That's a lot of detail. There's something clever about this guy, so I won't insult him.

"Thank you, I'll try to be quick"

"Whoa, once I'm my brother (?) It's like respecting him!

"Respect me if I win the next battle. So now we're even."

"Oh, my gosh, it just got better. Well, I'm trying to train the captain. Seriously, I'm gonna lose next time."

"I'm looking forward to it. Bye."

"Ooh."

Now, would you like to rely on the map to make your way to the mansion? But I know you don't have a master, so what are you gonna do when you get to the mansion?

Turning to the street of the map, there was a large garden mansion there. That's bigger than the Solomon Pavilion. Notably, the garden is still. And the number of woodworkers lined up there 20. From a distance, as it is quite used in, but it seems so.

There is no intercom, so I'm going straight across the garden.

Go straight to the front door without encountering anyone. Is there no one there?

I'll try to speak up as I knock on the door.

"I'm sorry. Is anyone there?

After a while I felt like I heard someone rushing in with Tata.

"Yes, which one would you like?

"Is that it, Mr. Eleanor?"

"Oh, Mr. Knobsada. How did it go? Can I help you to my house?

"Um, Kyle told me to come here..."

"Master? Is it possible that my father's new apprentice is about Mr. Nobsada?

"Yeah, I think so. Didn't Mr. Eleanor hear anything?

"My father told me, 'I have a new disciple coming from today. You're going to be off today, so put on some mould arches until you get back." I wish you'd say that already, Mr. Knobsada. "

Oh, my God!? Eleanor's guidance! If Kyle hears this, he's going to feel so blamed that he's going to be stuffy.

"I guess you didn't think your master had so much to do with it. Eleanor, I'm a young man, thank you."

"Yes, please wait while I get dressed, too."

Then a dozen minutes later, Mr. Eleanor, dressed in archery, stands before me.

It's the same ponytail as usual, but I don't wear glasses like the one I wore at reception. Unified in a black monochrome, the archaeological outfit reduces the usual sensation of Rin and makes it feel just a little rough.

"I will now explain the mould. Even so, moulds are attack moulds, guard moulds, and return moulds. Just these three. And then there will be my father's instruction that there will only be a bundle of fighters who are supposed to be in action."

Offensive, defensive and counter? That's really basic when it comes to basics. I don't know, though!

"Does that mean you should adapt yourself in action?

"Right. Mr. Knobsada's weapon is a one-handed sword, but I think these three shapes can adapt to that. My father's disciples now use a variety of weapons."

"I see."

"Now, I'm going to use the mold to dance, so watch carefully."

Still staring at Mr. Eleanor. I look at cancer with the intention of activating the demon eye of identification and remembering all of it, one hand at a time. I also felt this demon eye when Mr. Kagra was active, and when it was activated, it felt like I was analyzing and remembering the motion. Your body moves perfectly when tracing your movements. Not only is there going to be many uses for the appraisal, but I don't know how long it will take to use it.

Mr. Eleanor's dance continues to flow like a dance. The title of [Princess of War] is not Dada. It is an operation as if everything is connected without precipitation, such as switching shapes. So much so that I accidentally fall in love.

"Phew, what's up? Your mouth is open."

Ha, he was overly in love and exposed to an abalone side. Why don't you hang on, me. I'm here to train.

"Now, let's move your body, as we've just seen"

"Yes."

Mr. Eleanor moves like a flowing motion... not as if it were a bumpy motion for me.

They'll be able to spare some of this and ready for the assemblers. From there, hand in hand. Hand in hand. I just have a pair of hands. From there, when you can sublime to a way of fighting that suits you, you are told that it will be sunny and you will be forgiven. I don't even have a genre name in the first place. It was just my master's fisting technique that was worked out on the battlefield. All disciples fight in different ways. I have to work out this mould, too, and work out my own way of fighting.

Repeat the movements of the mould as you recall Mr. Eleanor's movements. It will be traced and modified to suit the body while adding differences in physique. By the way, Mr. Eleanor is about 15 cm taller than me right now. Gune, my third growing season is coming. Whoa, concentrate.

After about an hour, I think there's been a slight reduction in the amount of nervousness there. In the meantime, Mr. Eleanor was still a thoroughbred and mentored man.

"You're much better. I didn't think you'd remember this so soon. Let's take a break."

"Yes, ha-ha. Tired."

"Pfft, because when you get used to it, you won't be as tired as this. Mr. Knobsada is still growing and will soon improve."

"Thank you"

Hmm, don't sweat it. Mr. Eleanor looks really cool against me. I wonder how long it'll take you to improve this?

Remove the remaining mango from the backpack and ask while peeling.

"How old has Mr. Eleanor been training? Oh, here you go."

Mr. Eleanor smiles as he receives his stripped mango.

"Right. I've been trained by my father and mother ever since I thought about it. Oh, this is sweet, yummy. I worked as an adventurer only a few moments before I joined the Alliance, and I stood on the battlefield with my father."

I wonder if that's where you titled the princess of war. And ever since I was so tempted... so strong.

"Then you've been well served by my father's disciples. There are many people who have been introduced, but no one can be named a disciple. A lot of people get frustrated along the way. Is it the extent to which Kyle receives special training now and then? Mr. Knobsada is a really long time ago."

Mr. Eleanor taught me a lot.

There are currently only nine people who can be clearly named Master's apprentice. This is only for those whom the Master himself has given his forgiveness. They say three of them are generals and squad leaders in various countries. Four of them stand as adventurers and all are A-ranked, which is amazing. One of them is in the arms of a nobleman. And the last one's missing. Let's see. Because he's a windmill and he's fluttering around a lot, so he doesn't have contact.

Don't feel like you're just someone with a strong personality somehow.

Funny thing is, only one of the nine disciples uses fisting. You mean that's all the flexibility in this mould... not that your apprentice is a devil, right?

"By the way, didn't Mr. Eleanor get all the exemptions?

"Yeah, because I retired from my adventurer to take up clerical duties when my mother died. This is how you move your body from time to time, but not at all compared to the full season. It's time to get back to work."

"Yes!"

Come on, let's keep it moving!