My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"Attached!" "Attached!

The voices were overlapping.

Me and her face, with one hand on the wall and staring at each other, are already wet with sweat. My sweat runs down my forehead and her sweat tells her temples.

There may be an error, to be precise, but it is never clear.

Then it is mutual recognition that both are only "about the same."

"That was pretty slow."

And there's something special about it.

There are some big trees just around the corner that compare our backs.

... ugh.

Exhale and draw strength from the body that was strained by tension. I'm not too tired yet, but my legs and knees hurt a little. Evidence that there is still extra power in it, apparently.

"... it's pretty good."

That's the second time I've heard that line from her.

But that's also my line.

The third day after training at Heidiga began.

For the past three days, Lisse and I have been shoulder to shoulder and even running "down the road".

Zant, attached to the role of instructor, said, "If you can't run this place through the point, you can't go to the next stage".

The "road" is a training that uses only scaffolding dotted in long passages and runs through without a foot on the ground.

Simple strength or muscle strength.

instantaneous judgment in choosing the next scaffold.

Furthermore, we must proceed with consideration of not colliding with neighbors (Lisse).

It's easy for me to cultivate walking power in woods that are not suitable for running, such as scaffolding, grass, etc. at heights and lows such as roots and soil, but the difficulty is in "giving out speed".

Which scaffolding can I choose to proceed quickly? Which stride gives you more speed?

The more you do, the more you discover. Very interesting.

Besides, it's right in front of you if you're an example.

"I'm still flushing, aren't I? Hang in there, young man."

Xanto's early and fast watching our training.

It's a smooth movement that hits and changes from appearance allergy to slippery rather than running, and at the same time runs out of sight in no time. Honestly, it's incredible from how dirty it looks. Besides, I don't see sweat or fatigue at all, as opposed to us being sweaty.

Well, that's what I said about professional assassins.

Besides, Lisse is pretty amazing too.

In this "road"...... no, I'm a competitor broadly as an assassin candidate, but I'm often unclear about this training.

I have run four more times just today, but the result is still an agreement.

If the outfit is similar, I guess the physical ability is almost equal.

It was the first time I tried it, and I tried to experience what it was like at a reduced speed, but I can't make a clear difference in a real battle after that.

It's subtly early and slow, but that doesn't count.

Because there are fast zants in the wrong digits.

There seems to be a mutual awareness that there is no choice but to settle for a small difference.

Well, I'm not that obsessed with winning or losing. But I try to be conscious because it would be better if I had a competitor.

"Then I'll go home. And then don't do it properly."

And the instructor leaves today on his way.

Even today, Lisse and I failed to meet the standards set by Xanto. Oh, boy.

"What has Ayle been up to?

Zant's gone, but we're still in training.

Fundamentals are free.

You can decide for yourself when you want to start and when you want to cut it up...... well, that also works because you have competitors. I knew I was in a hurry when I thought they were doing it while I wasn't doing it.

While I wiped the sweat floating on my face and rested my body for a bit, Lisse spoke to me.

"He's a hunter."

"Hmm? Hunter? Hunting birds, boars, rabbits?

"Yes."

"You're not an adventurer, are you?

"Right."

There are few hunters now. Because adventurers are deprived of prey and roles.

"Yeah...... I don't know, but I'm working out pretty good"

Otherwise, you can't be a hunter.

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"... you don't ask about me?

"Huh? Nothing."

"If it's this flow, you'll hear it. What about you?"

"No, because I'm not very interested"

I can't help but know who Lisse is and where she's been. I don't really want to know. It doesn't seem like it would be any trouble not knowing.

- I didn't like it, you.

Stunned. I don't care if they say so.

"I'll tell you what, I..."

"Shall we go next?"

"Listen!!

"Let's go."

"Wait!! I'll run too!!

He ran a total of fourteen bottles and reached the limit of his health.

It runs from near the entrance and exit door, which is the starting point, hands on the wall on the other side with no end in sight, and returns once. There's a good distance just one way.

The first two stepped off or fell off the scaffold due to a mistake caused by fatigue, and the two of them wore themselves out. I'm not in the middle of a fight anymore, so I'm going to cut it up here.

After the training ground, once I get home, I take my change and turn back.

The purpose of this time is to bathe.

I'm really out of strength. So much so that I'm about to fall asleep in the hot tub. I've been so tired since I apprenticed to the hunter.

This has always been the case for the last three days.

I'm about to go to bed in earnest so I go up from the bath and order the cheapest meal in the dining room I ate "gelato" before and stuff it in my stomach.

If I could afford a little more strength, I'd make my own. Lisse and I have a proper kitchen in that house.

It's okay because I still have the money now, but if I just ate out, it would be gone as soon as possible.

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We have no choice now. Let's split it.

I'm so tired that I'm really going to fall asleep eating here all day. I don't have the strength to do anything else.

When I could not even afford to taste it, I left the dining room and went straight home.

Hmmm...... I guess this will be my life for a while now.

When are you going to take Xanto's point of view...