Over The Infinite

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To the east of King Orendia's capital lies a wilderness called the Land of Death. Although the meaning of the name differs from that of the past and the present, it is a nightmarish earth that has not changed only the perception of an uninhabitable environment.

Although desertification is not the only thing, no water field exists in the vast area and no plants are found. High temperatures and dry air readily remove moisture from the organism's body. Even if those who are accustomed to traveling carefully gear up and step in, they will be the wings to turn back in a few days.

Once upon a time, the land was chosen as a route for the Ligaritian Empire to invade the Kingdom of Orendia. It crosses the inland sea, and even though it is a slightly less distant distance, the king's capital is at the end of his eyes and nose as long as he can tread. Besides, it's such a bad environment that I can assure you I'm not on guard. Whether feasible or not, consideration should be given.

As a result, it was determined that, on the contrary, it was not even possible to set up a bridgehead. Even superior explorers said it was impossible to break before considering whether a massive army could break through. The same was true of countless powerful monsters at the time, but the environment alone did not end up being a good place for humans to step in.

Incidentally, a labyrinth city exists in the middle of that magical realm, but its exact location is unknown neither in the kingdom nor in the empire.

There was a shadow walking through the vast wilderness in such a magical realm.

It is truly the end of the century to drive a giant automatic two-wheeler with a side car, without a helmet on and with its moxicans. Although there is no concept of the century in this world.

"Aniki, let's not dress like that because it's dangerous!

"Stop because it's dangerous, or there's no such word in Mohican's dictionary!

"I've never opened a dictionary or anything!

"That's an odd encounter, me too!

Mohicans manipulating motorcycles are not in the usual riding position. He fell asleep on the bike, pointed his foot forward, in an unseen position of willingness to steer. Although it is hard to handle the foot, it will not be possible to manipulate the aggressive.

It's definitely a dangerous bend, although you won't fall that way in an environment where the ground of nothing continues to be extended and the stability of a wide range of giant tires to waste. Of course, it would be catastrophic in one shot if we were doing it within a labyrinth city. It's catastrophic in a different way if it's not a labyrinth city.

"How many years do you think I've been doing this job? I know there's nothing left to run at this speed for a few hours! You shut up and be on your guard around me!!"

It is a wilderness with nothing to look at. I don't know the sidecar Mohican, but perhaps even if I continue to run all day today, the view will not change into sight. The wilderness of death has many ups and downs, but that's the kind of place around here.

Once a particularly dangerous zone among the wilderness of death… called the 'Ringing Land Sea', the effect of the massive sandworm being nested, was not particularly relevant to the two Mohicans.

"I don't know what I would do if I broke my bike with a cock! Walking back to Labyrinth City is tough!!"

"It's all right! I've broken it about five times!!"

"No, I don't want to do it even if I can, and I'm caught up in it. Kudos!

No matter how much is said to be possible, you will not suffer meaningless suffering. Even the Mohicans, who are said to throw tomorrow away and live today, do not change that. I mean, I'm just saying that Aniki Mohican can do it, and I'm not saying that's possible for a sidecar.

"More importantly, rehydrate yourself. You at the bottom, you'll be dehydrated in no time, jumping over and dying dry!

"Why is that place so serious S!!"

"No, even though he's a temporary partner, if he dies, he has a bad aftertaste!

"Then drive properly. Yikes!!"

"Say no!"

This is not a labyrinth city. You'd be an adventurer, but you'd normally die, and you wouldn't be able to come back to life. Most importantly, laughers like dying in places that aren't dungeons would also be a good place.

But what I'm sorry for joking about is the earth that is said to be this wilderness of death. Whether you have a motorcycle, or an adventurer, but if you stay alert, you die easily.

"Well, I'll drive instead!

"You really think I'm gonna let you grip the handle of my car!? I'm gonna kill you!

"Irrational!?"

"I guess the world is here because I know it's unreasonable!! Mostly, you have reconnaissance missions around you! You're not gonna let me do this, are you? Ahem!?"

"You don't know anything, do you?" Meaningful task!! "

"Seriously, you can't offset the bad reviews!! We're here and we're active, so we're going to skip. Eh!!"

"Damn!! Whatever cries shut up < Mohican Head >!! It's not just Pasilli!!"

"Oh, my God, don't say that!!"

There was a misunderstanding in that perception. If Mohican is equipped with Gração and Togealmer, most crying children will shut up just because they are close, but it is also true that it is Paciri. Those two facts do not contradict each other. But it's true, and therefore I can't even say back Anikimohikan. The world is irrational.

"That's roughly it! I guess I did it to Mohican because I cried that I didn't want to fly without crying while I was a junior and that I couldn't help but get dumped by party members!!"

"Damn!! How far do I have to fall -!!"

"Don't worry. Yikes!! This is the bottom line! Down here, there's nothing but barn or labyrinth city exile!

"No!!"

For adventurers...... no, for most people living in labyrinth cities, the punishment of exile is heavy. Especially taken so seriously by those who know the level of civilization outside the city, such as migrants from outside.

Once you get used to the civilization of a labyrinth city, you can't think about living outside. One meal, one water, there is so much difference between heaven and earth. Of course you can't live, and with your powers as an adventurer, you can do most of the things. However, no matter how much money you make or get status, the living standards of labyrinth cities are out of reach. I wouldn't have had a problem if I didn't know.

"Don't worry!! < Mohican Head > is a kind of safety! I have the means to avoid deportation, and I have the skill to do something about evil deeds points! Not for the < Muscle Brothers >!

Although the < Mohican Head > rises well as an object of engagement < Muscle Brothers >, there was a definitive difference between the two, which are similar hater clans.

Unlike the muscles who are always frightened of exile, that's also why there's room for the Mohicans somewhere.

"But some of them went into exile with me!

"Of course it means there are limits! There's always a certain number of guys like that!! By the way, if we throw a spoon, it's definitely out!!"

"That's easy to understand!!"

If even these people who run around the city in Mohicans can't help it, then they'll be banished. That is also the final line of exile.

In other words, the fact that the Mohicans in the sidecar are currently on the verge of exile is no different. There is no big difference in joining the < Mohican Head > to help Bottom Adventurers.

"So do it seriously!! Driving a motorcycle can be appropriate, but reconnaissance is done properly. Uh, the whole < Mohican Head > thing will be negatively assessed by the committee!

"Ha, ha!!"

I kind of wanted to hear from the committee, but Mohican, the sidecar, resumed his reconnaissance with binoculars if he was going to earn a few points.

Senior Mohican, who drives a motorcycle on his feet while falling asleep, doesn't disappear because he stays put, but he won't listen to anything he says anyway. I was thinking about that, and now I even started smoking. I am a free man.

"Kah-hoo!! Labyrinth City. Then you can't smoke, including dungeons. Yani sucking in the majestic wilderness is delicious eh!!"

But sidecar Mohican hated cigarettes.

-2 -

"Oh, that's enough for today. I'm gonna get you out of bed. Just get out of the way."

The day ended with a peek at such binoculars and even straight forward. Where did the scorching temperatures go, the area is already getting chilly. Modestly speaking, it was a no-joke environment such as Nojuku.

"Gee ho! Gee ho! My throat hurts..."

"Do something with crap and throat candy. Because if you can't, you'll slit your throat, seriously. You're gonna throw up blood like a Mohican."

"Hih."

He was shouting up as he blasted through the wilderness simply because the sound of the bike was so loud that he couldn't even reach the person next door. Even though the silencing seems remarkable these days, this bike makes the explosion sound as if it's going backwards in time.

The < Mohican Head > motorcycle is roughly noisy, but this is noisy with a ring to it. He said he put up his voice because of such an explosion, but he's damaged, so he can't do it.

I have no choice but to remove the water and candy from the < item box >. I didn't know why candy was paid before I left, but I'm convinced.

"Will this continue tomorrow?... sandy, bathed and asleep... Why is Aniki so healthy?"

Aniki Mohican was pimping about whether he was also taking any measures. Why do you keep running in such an environment and the Mohicans remain glorious? Are you saying this is the physical ability and skills of intermediate adventurers?

Nevertheless, it's no surprise that quite a few veterans and intermediate adventurers have interchangeable cottages, lodges and log houses on their cards. It should also be in the < Mohican Head > equipment, and these kinds of expeditions should work. Worst case scenario, if only I could use a shower, I could use a tent. Anyway, I wanted to flush my body sand with water.

But what was prepared by Aniki Mohican was something different from what I had imagined.

"Hey, why Gers?

Gel set up in the middle of the wilderness. In short, it's a big circular tent. It's compact, it's convenient to carry around, but it didn't seem like something that adventurers carrying buildings would dare use.

"Why, that's convenient. It's easy to bike, and it doesn't take the capacity of an item box."

"No, yes, I do."

Sure, bikes are easy to put in. Easy to get into, but what about as a living space? Do you have a shower? Sidecar Mohican tilted his neck.

By the way, because of its small size as a gel, a quarter of the interior space was occupied once I had a super giant bike. Instead of a bath, there is no shower. I don't have a bed. I mean, I assembled it on the spot, so there's nothing.

When I used to be an adventurer, it's far better than the tent I used for camping, but I feel like it's not enough as a break point used by intermediate adventurers.

"Oh, um... Aniki, where do you sleep today?

I just let it out here instead of a motorcycle garage, and I ask Aniki Mohican, who is sitting on the floor with Deng and spraying cigarettes, with a glimmer of hope that he might be willing to let the building out.

"Uh, I'm gonna sleep on this side of the line, so you can use that side."

If you look closely, the floor is packed with groundy rugs, not wilderness ground. Something like a line stretching in a straight line there was drawn. Of course, there are no beds or showers in that range. Or, obviously, Aniki Mohican's space was bigger. Besides, we even have a huge bike sitting in this space. This is society up and down!!

"Shit, you got a shower or a bed?

"Ahhh? Uh, hey, have you ever been on an expedition or something?

"Yeah, yeah, I heard about it, but I don't know anyone in C-rank, and I applied for a few big expeditions, but they dropped me."

Don't lick the bottom adventurer's bottom line. I'm an adventurer out of the city, and I can't possibly make that kind of twat for someone who came to the labyrinth city almost alone. Of course, I have old acquaintances from my kingdom adventurer days, and I have friends in the process of partying, but mostly we're all at the bottom. Occasionally some are promoted to intermediate, but such promising stocks are decided and alienated. I'm talking about intermediate having an intermediate relationship, but I just didn't like it because my bottom mates taunted me.

If Sidekar Mohican could be promoted to intermediate, he would cut the edge immediately. As brittle as that is the bond between the bottom.

"When you go on an expedition, it's basic to use tented boarding houses and local inns. Depending on the request, articles made in labyrinth cities are prohibited in principle. It's not a problem if you don't touch people, but the big building system is naturally out."

"Yeah, what's that? Well, intermediate people sleep in a bed like that bug's hot bed, too."

"No, I use sleeping bags because I feel sick"

"Disgusting..."

It used to be luxurious to say that there was a roof and a bunk. Now I'm even hesitant to get my hips down.

A luxury route inn would be better, but I don't really want to use it anyway. There are many difficult differences between the bottom of a labyrinth city and even the finest outside the city, but not at a level comparable when it comes to food and bedding and entertainment.

The biggest difference is the quality and treatment of adventurers.

But I didn't bring a sleeping bag.

"I'm bringing it to you, so no problem. You can sleep at Zako's. Actually, it's Zako."

"I don't care how much aniki you can say or what's wrong!!"

"Oh? Then let me admit your zako plenty!!"

That's how the battle began to flow. It is the everyday landscape of the Mohicans, who do not punish for suffering.

"Sorry...... I'm serious, it was Zako"

And in an instant, the joints on the limbs were removed and the side carmohicans crawled. Side carmohikan again, it is Zakomohikan.

"It's okay to know, you know. By the way, I'm Zako too, so you're Zako all over Zako."

"The aniki on the edge is Zako or something..."

So what is the Mohican that got hit by Zako there in an instant? You think it's rubbish?

"Don't lick the pomegranate of Mohican Head. The strength of our position is about Aniki the head, and the others in the same rank have no teeth. Zako is the only one."

By the way, a head is a name. Not his real name, but the Kranmaster's Adventurer registration name is Head. Although it has no noticeable strength, it is strong to the extent that it is appreciated there. Among the < Mohican Heads >, he is the only one who shows his face to some kind of tournament, rep match, etc. By the way, the side business is barber.

Edge is also one of the executives known as the Mohican Leader, but he is not strong in flattery either.

"Amongst other things, what the hell am I..."

"That's why you're telling me. We're the last of the bottom adventurers. I won't abandon Zako because he's Zako, so don't worry, Mohican."

"Ugh!!"

I was about to cry. The removed joints are strangely painful. Ligaments are damaged.

I was going to build up with success in a labyrinth city, but if you realize it, it's such a de bottom. I can't laugh at Lostman wrapped around a crumb in Saburo Jiro like this. Rather, those guys with strong lateral connections to the bottom are so much better.

By the way, the Lostman side looked down on Mohican as the only one who didn't want to die.

"Well, it was also a petite expedition to teach the new Mohicans Iroja anyway. I'll teach you everything."

"... I'd like to get a joint framed before I do."

"Keep crawling like that for a while. You look great."

"Damn!!"

Compared to the damage taken in the dungeon, there is nothing serious about the pain of being removed from the joints, but it still hurts. It's honestly tight to be left out in battle or nothing. If you weren't an adventurer, you'd be stuffy.

"First, < Mohican Head > is the formation of a clan."

Aniki Mohican...... Edge starts talking as it is. Don't worry about juniors who keep crawling.

"Truth be told, the history of < Mohican Head > is ancient. Ten, eleven, twelve years at most, but including its predecessor, the War Arms."

"Are you serious? I've never heard of offense, but < War Arms > is the oldest stock."

"Sort of. But it's not great because it's old. From the initial philosophy of the establishment, it doesn't stand out because it's a mutual aid agency for weak adventurers. Mohican Head has been a bottom-of-the-bottoms sweep like you guys since the beginning."

"Sweep up..."

It is too divided.

"You can leave otherwise. Quitting is on your own, and growing up and aiming up isn't a problem. It's not like I'm comfortable. There's only Mohican."

"Everywhere I look, it's a Mohican."

Everyone is even glassy with Mohican togearmor, so it's hard to tell among your peers. At least it won't be eye care.

"Even this outfit makes sense. It's safe, too."

"What, did it make sense? I thought it was just harassment."

"Maybe it was at first...... or it should have been because I was there since then, but I'm not sure"

Edge awakens old memories. It shouldn't have been anything other than harassment, no matter what you think, but it made sense when you realized it. I just assumed from the beginning.

"You can't tell the Mohicans apart. More than a bunch of Afro and Muscle guys."

"Yeah, yeah. I can't get used to it."

I don't know if I can tell.

"Are you serious..."

For once, the leader is designed to know that's true, but that's all. If I suck, it's possible I don't even remember the name of the party I belong to.

When talking within my buddies, I call them big mohikans, green mohikans, fat mohikans, and mostly mohikans. That seems similar to the custom we call each other by its nickname and something is different.

"If you see a Mohican in the city, you'll be fingered. Nobody cares who he is. I've only seen my hair and my outfit."

"As an adventurer, I don't know."

No one imitates it because it's visibly dull. In labyrinth cities, Mohican heads are equals.

Even in card games, Mohican only comes out as Mohican, and even in figures, he's a Mohican. Occasional appearances on television are also only treated as Mohicans. Personal identities of adventurers do not exist there.

I mean, no matter how hard you try, you can't be famous. Whoever has a desire to be thistled is deadly. Of course, there are no requests addressed to individuals.

"It's okay because it's only notoriety. It's important that the notoriety is centralized into the organization, not the individual. Wherever the problem arose, it was the < Mohican Head > who made the mess, not the Mohican individual."

"Does that make any sense, that?

"You wouldn't understand it with a minimum-sized brain, but the bad reviews that individual adventurers are supposed to carry are also sucked out by < Mohican Head >. Don't Mohican when you leave. Even Bowes would have a beautiful bad review. So you can nest as a new adventurer."

"Yep..."

It just sounds like a scam. If we're all masked, it's a rationale to say that robbing doesn't tell who the killer is.

"This is what we call name laundering in jargon"

"It's like you can't just use your name in an exotic language style."

Besides, I don't even look good.

"But inside the Mohicans, the other Mohicans are condemned for all the evil they've done."

"< Mohican Head > was originally a clan in that role, so it's no problem. Because the goal is to keep accumulating detailed bad reviews. By the way, about half the misdemeanors caught by the police all year round are deliberately committed as clans."

"Yep..."

I won't say Edge, but the next week I messed with him, he blamed me for it and said it wasn't him. I can't tell you that, but it also has the advantage of being late. It would be out if they were "Nursing."

"But on the contrary, about half of it can be the result of stupid Mohicans doing it. Stupid guy is seriously stupid enough to freak out."

"Yep..."

I'm also allergic to the clan that likes to save bad reviews, but I was also allergic to the Mohicans running wild there. At least, Zacomohikan doesn't go ahead and commit misdemeanors. Sometimes I'm scared because the clerk is a militant.

For example, a guy who lived like a chimp outside came to the labyrinth city and gave a panorama. It's almost a robbery because I even took out a knife, but that guy was arrested for making him look miserable by a young female clerk. He was eventually banished. Zakomohikan has seen it in front of him.

"But then one day you'll be penalized as a clan..."

"I don't know after degrees, but hey. In the first place, we're doing it at the behest of our superior organization, the Strategy Promotion Committee."

"That's what I was talking about. Predecessor tissue."

"Mohican Head took the form of half independence, but the Tactical Promotion Commission itself remains intact. We're more like a division there."

"Hit me... What are you, in a great position?

When I hear the name < Strategy Promotion Committee >, I can only see the stiff image. What you're doing is a misdemeanor, or if it's an instruction from a public authority, you don't feel like you're doing a fine job. Different directions, but not like a private loot. Even the bottom-line organization joined the group, but Zakomohikan thinks that maybe this is connected to the Lord of Glory... etc.

"Great... speaking of great... maybe. Everybody knows his name. Ments can be his advisor."

"Seriously! Awesome!!"

Zacomohikan was vulnerable to the term celebrity. I have a longing because my character is thin.

"You don't know the top fire god, Norg, but beneath it came Bacchus, a B-rank adventurer with synonymous misdemeanor and alias Terawaros, an extremely evil guild official, with a huge Baba and famous place in the Lostman Maker/Pawn Shop"

"Not even a busy name on parade!? I'm one of those guys!

"Don't talk if you're in trouble because you're off-the-record, including the name of the committee. I'm gonna be caged in the head."

Fame was a famous but notorious member. However, such people might be able to snort the position of the current Mohican Head.

Or I can't believe someone like Terawaros or the head of someone I want to hit is up there at some point...

"In other words, < Mohican Head > is the bottom line of being made intentionally. For now, it's okay to be unconditional and foolish, from anybody's point of view, it's an understated existence, that's why we're here."

"Like such a slave..."

"It's not financially binding, but your position is close to sole. A human can be relieved when he's down there. And then you become an indicator and a teacher on the other hand who doesn't want to be like them."

"Wow, that's not funny... what's that nightmare position?"

"I'm not wrong because I can feel relieved to see the lower bars."

"It's not more laughable..."

As for myself, which is the bottom line in itself, I can't possibly be optimistic. Clearly, the bottom line is no further than this, and the rating has been completed. Why do you accept that it is such a determined bottom line?

"I don't know what to say in its place, but it's been somewhat overwhelmed. < Muscle Brothers > is pinching all year round for bad reviews, but we'll get through the same thing."

"Like last year's muscle cafe takeover?

"You can't even us when you get that far. It doesn't make sense to think back now. It's a little lighter to be overwhelmed, you know, drunk and violent all over town."

"Were you..."

"For once, he's a regular in detention because he's going to be tutored or arrested. Whenever I go, there's a Mohican."

"Were you..."

It doesn't have to be a Mohican to get drunk rambling in the city and the problem is everyday tea meals. It is also a common problem especially for new adventurers unfamiliar with the rules of labyrinth cities. In addition, storekeepers in damaged stores are often beaten in an overdefensive mood.

In Saburo Jiro, a place for bottom adventurers to relax, we also hear that it is justified and made into a show. It is the work of Baba, who seems to be an advisor to the committee and others.

"Instead, we have a norm in nuisance. Mohikan, who is garrisoned in front of a convenience store, is the Sakura who was charged with the norm."

"Aren't they Sakura?!? I thought they were depressing people every time I passed in front of the convenience store!

"Actually, the clerk can talk. Responding with a disgusting face is about half acting. You hate simple Mohicans the other half."

"I didn't really want to know"

In other words, in the future, it will be the feathers that will make you feel better about those sacraments. It's not like I'm a young man with no other place to go, but do I have to tunnel in front of a convenience store?

"This reconnaissance mission that you've been screaming about while driving, it's the work that's been going around via the Tactical Promotion Commission."

"Uh, in the first place, but what's the point of this job?

"Patrol security...... right. Wild monsters, empires breaking through with forcible armies, travelers getting lost by mistake, that sort of patrol in case."

"No one goes through here."

"I know what you're talking about. So just in case. I hear you're on constant alert with sensors, but you also need visual attention. Well, it's like the road work we're doing to adjust our budget."

I don't know why road construction would be a budget adjustment, but I see that they continue to do so because they don't need it that much. Zacomohikan has some comprehension, even if he is a Mohican.

If you actually test it, you must be able to enroll in about Labyrinth City Elementary School.

"I don't know the exact numbers, but I'm pretty sure this accounts for a good percentage of the clan income. You're serious. Uh, my sister makes me a blood festival, but it's pretty good for you. It's not dangerous."

"Sister?"

"He's our backhander. Head's not up either. Hey, if you're a Mohican, you're scared enough to just stand in front and leak a piss. Well, you'll have a chance to make it to the Blood Festival somewhere else."

"I super hate it!!"

Why is it certain that it will be a blood festival? It's only fear as a lower end that the clan master can't resist being.

Besides, from what I've heard so far, it's just like any other member of the Strategy Promotion Committee. I don't want to get involved with each other by mistake.

"So I go to bed. Sleep properly, too. Tomorrow I'll be running all day."

"Oh, hey... give me my joints back!! Whoa!! Aniki!!"

The screams of Zakomohikan echoed in the wilderness of death.

A few minutes later, the rooted edge jointed rampantly because it was so loud, and several times the scream rang.

-3-

< Mohican Head >. It is one of the adventurer clans present in the labyrinth city and a well-known organization in a bad way.

All of my adventurers are Mohicans. All of his staff are also Mohicans. The only clan that has a Mohican is that even your manager will be turned into a Mohican at some point. A haircut ceremony is held when the non-Mohicans decide to join the group. I don't feel like a sacred ritual when I hear that, but I just get mohicaned in a barber that the clanmasters do on the side.

Those Mohicans, but after years of belonging to the clan, they start to take pride in being Mohicans. Proud of the Mohican height, proud of the Mohican hardness, constrained by the Mohican pattern, or relying on hair conditioners to hold the amount of hair.

"Now I'm not a Mohican. When can I think of myself - or when I can't remember myself when I wasn't a Mohican? I don't know, pride... like?

... and so on. To them, a Mohican is like a medal, like an identity.

If you ever leave, you have to stop being a Mohican. I don't like that. There are a few members who can't get through < Mohican Head >. It is almost brainwashing.

They are still doing well Mohican today. One day they are so Mohicans that they forget their names.

"So I decided to quit."

At the end of the busy period at the head of the year, when I also took a breath as a clan, one woman cut out that way in the executive room of the < Mohican Head > clanhouse.

Around twenty and a half years ago. Though the age unknown appearance is common in labyrinth cities, it is more sophisticated than a young man can possibly be. Skilled style.

"What?"

I was called in for a consultation, and Mohican, sitting face-to-face with the woman, had no idea what she had been told.

What does it mean to quit? There are many organizations and organizations to which she belongs, but there should be few in which she can speak if she quits easily. Not to mention coming to talk to myself......

"Oh, you mean just quit being a witch and focus on < Mohican Head >? Then I'm ready to transfer the clan master at any time, starting next month..."

"No!!"

"Hiya!!"

The table on the glass ceiling with his fist slapped broke. It's not unusual because it's her tachi that suddenly becomes violent, but the fears stained over the years are not familiar.

Or institutionally, she doesn't deserve to be a clanmaster. It's about proxy at best.

"... oh hon. That's not what I'm saying. I don't know if witches want to quit."

I panic about who I am and start fixing things that I didn't, but I don't go back to the broken table. Mohican started repairing it with gum tape because he had no choice.

"You've been saying for a long time that the Fire God won't let you quit. Since around the time my sister turned twenty..."

"Shut up, Head"

"Yes."

The table off my hand fell to the floor and the glass broke again.

The spine stretches at the moment of awesomeness is a sign of the ordination engraved on the soul. I can't disobey you if you order me. It is her relationship with Mohican that turns white when it comes to even the black ones.

Women are also age-sensitive in labyrinth cities. I care about my real age even though it's like I don't have physical aging or something. I hear that there is a strong tendency to do so, especially for single women.

Back in the day, I quit with the advisors here.

…………

"Hey, Head. Are you listening? Hey."

Wave in front of the stiffening head.

"Ha!! Sorry, I seem to have been having a daily fatigue or even a daydream... I can't believe my sister had a nightmare about quitting < Mohican Head >"

"Because it's not a dream. … or not < Mohican Head >. I've never been with anyone before."

"Please give me another joke... I'll shrink the golden balls."

"No, you're a clanmaster, so know if you belong or not."

"No, no, I'm only a tentative clanmaster until the day comes when my sister will stand on her back."

"I guess everyone in the clan will get the wrong idea because you keep saying that!!"

"Hih!! But it's true."

"Not true!!"

This was a style beauty that was prolonged and repeated for more than a decade, with one set until the head was strangled off. If there were any other members here, they wouldn't stop.

"... I don't want you to talk about it, but I decided to distance myself from < Mohican Head > anyway."

"... for a while?

"... if you can, the future will last forever"

"Why not?!? I don't know what it means to let go of the kingdom of the Mohicans my sister created!!"

"I don't know what your perception means!!"

It is in style beauty.

"... or seriously? What, not a joke or something? April Fool was a long time ago."

It doesn't matter, April Fool this year was the annual end-of-century story. I am beefy enough to even bother arranging actors as saviors at the end of the century just for this.

It's a contest where a rookie Mohican strains his body to an end when he sees a senior Mohican torn apart by being poked at something that looks like a secret hole in the dungeon.

"Seriously. It's probably a matter of decision, so whatever you say doesn't change."

"No way, do you focus on witchcraft or something? I've heard it's hard."

"No, I'd rather focus on the adventurer business. We've made our debut."

"... I don't know what that means. That would be nice, eh? My brother-in-law will follow you in large numbers."

My cousin is in the way, but I won't tell him directly. I won't even listen to you.

I've decided to come in.

"Where the fuck!! I can't believe you took our sister, to punch her..."

"< Arc Sabre >, but you want to punch him in?

The head stopped moving.

No matter how much < Mohican Head > you can punch the clan opponents around there as long as you have the numbers. Regardless of success or failure.

However, the clan name given is ranked first in sequence in the labyrinth city. That's not exactly the level where you get to joke. < Mohican Head > may be abandoned by the committee in no time.

"Why is my sister in the top line with no track record as an adventurer?

"That's the policy. Apart from the water jar that preceded them, all three of them were to join some clan as adventurers. It seemed to accommodate me to a certain extent, so I told Ark Sabre."

"So why not us? Awesome!? My sister would be an instant clanmaster!!"

"Mohican's not even a candidate!!... Oh hon, he wasn't."

"No, I feel more like I'm trying to force you to fix the tone now..."

"This is the only place where my tone gets rough."

She usually goes by with a sweet sister. You're a lady unless you say when you tighten up the Mohicans, or when they call your aunt, or that you're still a witch that year. Also, the boiling point is low.

Instead, he thinks in person that the character is as thin as any of the four witches. I have enough heads as an elder to see why all these free kids are chosen. Especially wind flowers.

"In other words, you won't be able to attack 100 layers for as long as you stand here."

"Well, I guess so, sister. Were you overflowing with such an adventurous soul?

"... to infinity, to God, is the mission of the Witch of the Four Gods"

"What?"

"The proposition that the Four Gods are putting out to us with the highest priority. It is now that the witches are all in place and there is a system in place to reach 100 layers and continue after the adventurers. Isn't that the curtain of Mohican?"

"Damn... are we done here?"

The look on the face of such a grunting head was full of bitterness.

"No, so much so that I don't know how many times I've had this exchange either. By the time Mohican Head was established as a clan, I really should have done my job! Yet every time you get in trouble, you raise both the Mohicans to a blood festival and realize that your sister... you guys are not just older than me!! Middle-aged people!!"

"You gave a speech that the fire called sister and the fire we called Mohican would go hand in hand and be the flame of a lotus of trustees. - Shh! I'm impressed and still decorating the 'Flame' hanging shaft!!"

That said, the tip of the head pointing to it has a hanging axis that only says' Flame '. It's not even the Japanese room.

"Totally......"

The woman stood up and moved to the front of its hanging axis. Remove its hanging shaft silently......

"Ohhhhh!? What are you doing!?"

I burned it with my previous skills.

"How many do you have when you burn them every time!! Damn, why do you do the same thing every time..."

I once gave a flame speech to a Mohican opponent that matched my name on the spot. When the < Mohican Head > wasn't even ready yet... even the head was wearing the Mohican goods that the Dungeon Master had prepared. It was a complete black history if you try it now.

"What's the flame? Bullshit."

"Hey!? More than that. So your sister won't say anything. Do it!!"

For Shijingu Shiriku, < Mohican Head > was a subject that he even wanted to purge. They just have no choice but to deal with them because they cling too soon, but they are venerated for some reason. It is possible that the < Strategy Promotion Committee > moved behind it and that happened, but I have a headache when I think that maybe both Mohicans moved that way spontaneously. Because Mohican is an idiot without exception. That's what I gathered him for, naturally.

By and large, the meanings are the same but the letters are different. The fire and the fire, whether they are joined or not, will not fall into sight. Though none of the Mohicans doubt it.

"HEAD!!"

"Ha!!"

Suddenly they called me by my name and my head spine stretched. Conditional reflex.

"Come on. My role is over. The relationship I've had with Dallas is over. If you say you can't be a flame without me, then you be another fire. That's the clanmaster."

"... damn, what an outfit, sister"

"... it's ruined a lot"

Mohican can't read the air.

"Well, to be honest with you, I'd like to quit being a witch and get married."

"... I've never heard anything about your sister before."

Naturally, there is no such thing as a story.

"But if you tell me, you can have one or two of the Mohicans... even let them serve you as mistresses..."

Didn't you just say sacrifice or something?

"No annihilation!!"

I used to say, 'Sister, you don't get a lot of nerves with your opponent!' I was desperate only for the head, who had the experience of being spoken and half-killed.

"Nothing. I'm not interested in choosing now, but no Mohicans. You'll only see me with Sister Li."

"It's okay. No matter how much you get beaten, burned or torn apart, there's no Mohican complaining about your sister! If you're afraid, give me a pill..."

"I don't like when!!"

What makes you sad and have to imitate like a extreme to your personal life? I swear allegiance. I'm not joking about my husband or anything. What I want is a normal family.

"Anyway, no Mohicans. No retired Mohicans either. Otherwise..."

"You're not conditioning a high income, a high education, or a handsome guy anyway, are you? I hear you very well."

"Don't keep me with those wedding girls there. I don't have any Mohican experience, and I wish I wasn't a criminal."

There will actually be compatibility, etc., but I don't want status. So much so that I thought hippos might do whatever chores you want. I have money, I have power.

"What can I say, wouldn't your sister be more indulgent? It's good for Mohican, but it's good for cat wear."

"Cat coverings eh!! Because it's more vegan to do the usual witches!!"

I'm making characters because I need them to deal with Mohicans. The result is now that the character has hardened at some point.

"... I've actually had your matchmaking seats ready many times."

"Ha...... that would be something like that if you were in your sister's shoes. But he said it didn't work.... What did you do? No way, as usual, putting your opponent on a blood festival..."

"Why is that a premise I had a problem with!

Because that's the kind of character that the Four Shrines Ritsu is for Mohican.

"No, it shouldn't be a problem in most seats. But I get a decided no reply.... It's so arrogant. I checked it out and it was interrupted in the back."

"... it's a hell of a guy to interrupt your sister's happiness. So, when do you want to go to testimonials?

"... opponent, I'm Nogue the Fire God"

"I'm sorry.... how impotent I am"

He was an irresistible opponent in Mohican. It's hard to even meet in the first place.

"I'm harassing you, but if you complain about it, they'll give you back the truth after you decide to succeed the witch."

"... Arr, don't ask me about my sister's next witch or anything. Didn't we bother to set up a house for that and talk about raising candidates?

"I have a candidate, but he's really going to disappear on the way. Honoka's the best candidate now. I'm seventeen now, and I'm in good balance with the other kids."

Fire, spiritual temple, fire. Write "flame fire" and it is "slight". It's a harder name to read than Enri because it says "Reason," but because the four houses that produce witches are in the habit of attaching kanji about the four gods, it's not a sparkling name.

It wasn't decided by the Dungeon Master or anything else, but it was customized at some point.

Sister Honoka.

"You... you're not going to call your sister by surrounding your underage girl opponents with Mohicans."

"Shh, I guess I have to!! Everyone said they knew my normal daughters were delicate. He's been caught on suspicion of sexual harassment."

Also, about 80% of them are guilty of wrongdoing. The remaining 10% is a Commission led Sakura and the other 10% is a bee crime.

"Well, that's how you're being harassed from behind when you get back to it. I can't help it. From a power relationship."

"Ha, ha. Sorry for the impotent Mohican..."

"So that's why!

"... excuse me. I don't see any connection at all."

Head thought about it for a second, but I still didn't get it. Instead, it would be Esper if this made sense.

"The candidate for the clan to which the four of us will be integrated has just been judged by Labyrinth City Operations to have the eye for an Infinite Corridor 100 layer breakthrough within a few years."

"Oh, that would make < Arc Saber > a candidate."

"Regardless of the wind flowers entering the moonhua, the other two aren't even in the clan yet."

"So you're judged to have over 100 layers of eyes within a few years? Then even Mohican..."

"Can't you say that in front of the Violent Ghost?

"Murray!! Sorry!!"

He is still the head above in various ranks, but he understood that if he fought and sold to Watanabe Tsuna, he would surely lose. If you're bad, even a panda opponent who seems to be a clan candidate can lose.

Besides, if he was alone, he'd be appropriately rolled over and ridiculed online for blowing fights, but he didn't know what he'd do if anyone else was around.

Before Watanabe Tsunami came to the labyrinth city, there were examples of Mohican returning from Sargess being taught by the true domazo. The clan of Watanabe Tsunami is not what even seemingly normal clan members have found out.

"No, you had Sister Shuiju over there. Wasn't it temporary..."

"On the contrary, it was judged there to be our integration story. Oh, I tried to force myself into the pageant that Watanabe Tsunami wanted..."

"I don't think anyone cares about his age, but that's just sixteen and two cu...... WOW!!"

I was beaten. It is a goo of all means.

"Don't talk about specific numbers"

"Heh, heh..."

"Well, I'm sure it's different around the stem. I prefer to be older."

I wondered if it was a stem, but the head decided not to step in.

"But if you attack the Infinite Corridor 100O layer within a few more years, you can quit the witch at Critical, Critical Rather. As long as it's subdivine, it'll be four gods, but it's irrelevant!

"Oh, so you're saying."

I don't mean to interrupt a member who's hanging on to me right now. If you are going to attack 100 layers in the back, it is decided in favor of a clan that is sure to have the strength to do so and has the organizational ability to support it. Immediately, it was a realistic plan if the goal was to be within a few years.

"I think it was so far away, but that's why I'm quitting my advisor here."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about! We need a sister!!"

"Why not! Come on, nest!!"

Something like the Konto of the Four Shrines and the Head goes on. And in the end, it is the Four Shrines that take root.

-4-

Back at you, Mohicans in the wilderness of death.

"Stay... Aniki, you don't have to articulate like this torture for as much as you want..."

"It's customary for Mohican rookies to tell their bodies because they're assholes."

Zacomohikan couldn't say anything because it's true that he tried to hit me.

"Speaking of which, it was around here that Sister Li did the array.... Okay, follow me for a second"

"Hey... I still have ligaments..."

That's what he said, he was forced to stand, and two Mohicans headed outside the gel. I walked in the wilderness for a while, which was getting a little chilly, and things were so different that I could see at a glance in the wilderness where I had reached nothing. That's the only place it's like a crater, with different colors on the ground.

"Something, here?

"Once upon a time, Sister Li spoke here. Aniki the head always says," He's the one with the flames. "

"Oh, is that you"

Mohican has heard it dozens of times. Mohican is weak as an individual, but it is an excerpt that if gathered together, it can become a flame.

"Even now < Mohican Head > is like shit, but it was even more rubbish back then. It was a bunch of sociopaths and bottomless adventurers, as the word" sweep "fits."

Approximately Zakomohikan looking at the ground in a cunt seat, Edge takes a step to the front of the crater.

"This is like a campsite at the time. Until we decided on the rules of patrol for the two of us, like we do now, we used to make noise all night in a large number of Mohicans. Like barbecue or something."

"Heh."

I thought Zacomohikan seemed a little fun. When I was an adventurer outside, camping was a routine tea meal, but I could easily imagine that the colour was different from that.

< Mohican Head > is full of assholes, but that's about as much fun as an outdoor party.

"In a seat like that, my sister says.... you guys are fucking rubbish."

Suddenly it is a curse. I'm the one who can't deny it, but I'm supposed to have been talking about someone who can still be respected and feared.

"Adventurers are like seedfires. A little fuel will burn up and become a pillar of flame. And once it burns up, it won't go away easily."

If it is also a top clan, it no longer emits heat and light like a star, shining.

"But we Mohicans are like this burning cunt," he says, picking up the ashes out of the camp.

Edge did a trick to pick something up. That's just discolored soil, but I guess there was a burning cusp at the time.

"No matter how you scratch it, it won't burn. Humid cusp. In the first place, it could burn up on its own. It's just garbage. That's the kind of trash we are."

"It's..."

Wouldn't there be a few more ways to put it? Mohicans are delicate.

"In that, my sister let the flames go with her previous skills. It's just a little seed-fire flame. Not very much, but it's not like the burning cusp is going to catch fire.... but not then. The flames burned to heaven's heights.... like this."

"... wow"

Edge is a Mohican who specializes in flame-based magic. I use flamethrowers and the like as a weapon, but I have qualities close to magicians.

It is the pillar of flame that he has made to reproduce. Anyway, if it's intermediate, if it's junior, it's flame magic on a scale that you can't see.

"I merely reproduced it by witchcraft, but it wasn't like that at the time. It really burned out of nowhere."

The flaming Roteen witch was beautiful enough to fall in love with. Although it is the Mohicans that are illuminated now.

"I can't believe I planted it. I'm just saying that this area was too dry and that kind of fire was easy to light. But my sister went on to say,"

"It doesn't burn like a trash, but if the environment is different, it burns properly like this. I don't care how you scratch it, it's not gonna be a fire, but I'm gonna set you guys on fire!

"Fuck you..."

"Right? No, you're already in love. Aniki the head cried and whimpered. I swore I'd follow this guy for the rest of my life!

It was an overproduction to attract simple Mohicans.

Note that the truth was a cursing pursuit that burning scum into fire would not burn up, but that it burned unexpectedly and freaked out and rerouted. The wilderness of death was more demonic than I imagined.

As a result, the Mohicans established their position in the Labyrinth City in flames, although they could not become the Fire.

The person at the time of the speech can't resign to a standing position that I've established for some reason, and I'm about to miss my wedding term.

That's what this is all about.