Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Returning to the second level hall, Mr. Ichitotsu was immediately found.

It's a lounge with a view of the lake, and it looks like a boy student on a trip.

He followed after the leading black cat and walked up the trail with Marie and approached him, waving as well.

"Hey, welcome back. I mean, you, you disappeared at some point. I'm surprised, I can't believe you left me behind and went somewhere... Is that Mariabelle? What's wrong, those ears?

"What, uh, should I have hidden it? I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Rather than that, are you really that Toru? I'm surprised they don't look alike."

No, no, I guess I don't have to hide it.

He has learned to be more surprised than elf-specific long ears. Modern Japan and the fact that we can travel back and forth through this fantastic world.

I think looking at Lizardman, who brought tea with him, etc. sleigh and a staring giant appear, and Toru freezes himself up a bit too. Because of that, I never got into any depth about the elves.

The demon politely greeted me, "Take your time," but of course he doesn't remember the demon tale. But I think it conveyed a polite attitude without hostility.

Looking back, he was grinning like trouble.

"I know what you're trying to say. Why is Mariabel sleeping at your house in Kitase? And you're thinking about Japanese citizenship."

It was now our turn to open our eyes.

Hmm, swallows fast. I can tell from the slight tremor in my hand holding the cup that I also understand the weight of the matter. Since I first came to this world, it's very different from me.

Let me make an excuse, because I was only here when I was a child. If we visit after this year... that might not make much of a difference.

Sit next to me and relax for tea.

The best in the Alirai country would surely be this aromatic tea leaf. The fragrance may be too tight for some people, and it damages the taste of the dish. But when the scent of flowers falls through the nasal cavity, you can enjoy the sobriety that you cannot gain.

When I enjoyed the tea that Japan never had, it calmed his expression somewhat too.

"A woman named Uridora told me that I had completed my initial registration, so my name was not" Toru "but" TOOL ". I'm roughly fifteen years old, and it seems strange that it's very much the same as the real thing except for the pain."

Talking like that, I look down at my body.

The prepared blue yukata looks great with his dark hair too. The black cat rang to probably mean "you're welcome".

Thorough with a serious looking prominent nose...... No, when I could get my face closer to the front from Mr. Tool, I felt more compelled than before without a heart.

"So come on, let's get to the point, can I ask you something? This bracelet I just got shows levels, skills, and joblessness, and I don't know what it means to be honest - as a good thing, what's your purpose?

I still can't read the intent of the question.

The "purpose" that comes to mind while being pushed by a quiet force is not that big of a deal.

Stared out of her pale purple eyes would surely be Marie's idea that I should answer.

"Uh, right. For now you enjoy building mansions, fishing and fighting enemies in this hall. I've been making fields between trainings these days, so I think I'll be eating pumpkins soon. Yeah, well, stepping through the ancient labyrinth is one of the purposes."

We're alive because of what we've done. There is nothing big about mission, etc., which is why I approach things that are of interest to me in a flimsy way. There were some painful fights, but I think the good things were waiting for them as a result.

Is that about it? and sent Marie a glance and she answered "so far".

Mr. Tool has often indulged in words and then turned his black eyes this way.

"Then, are you willing to invade Japan?

"Huh!? Oh, there isn't. There isn't, it can't be. You can only go with me, and that's enough to go to nearby shops, entertainment facilities, etc."

"Oh, well... I was hoping you would just destroy me after all the overtime."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I accidentally sweated on my spine.

That's where and next door Mariabelle comes in for ear punches.

"What a terrible thing to think about that peaceful country."

"Well, it's a stressful society, and I can't help it. Even if they destroy the city in a monster movie, they're gonna be scared."

"You guys, I hear the whole thing... Yeah, you sure don't look like you're gonna invade. I've been thinking about a few things to do if I did, but I don't think I need to."

Whoa, now this is a mess. Somehow I can imagine, but I might have thought about calling the police or bringing back evidence from this world.

Apparently, the intent of the question was to "become a threat to Japan". Though it was a misguided answer, I don't think it turned out to be a bad answer.

He laughed at whether his worries had gotten back on track thanks to the sunshine. The years change, but the smile this person likes doesn't change.

"So, what is this bracelet? It's easy for me and you're all wearing it. [M] Hey, does anyone have one?

"Yeah, we distribute them in every country. I use this to reassemble my skills and fight the handsome demons. Mr. Tool, would you like to go to a nearby training ground? I think you can actually see what it's like."

He often worried and raised his hips to do so.

Finally, Gubilli and I drank the rest of the tea and took a walk overlooking a clear blue lake.

Well, it's a training facility.

This is an open place, about the school yard. There are also school buildings (yah) and lodging nearby, so it would be almost like school.

The woods cover the perimeter, so much so that animals get lost sometimes, but now I can't get close to it if I'm wrong. They're in training and they're like, "Whoa, whoa! 'Cause he's got a mighty hanging voice, and he's putting up a big shield to compete with demons and pressure.

"Oh......, wow this is. It's like seeing ancient Roman soldiers."

"You're a shield wall. It's smaller than Faranx, so I think it's closer to Turtle Armor Corps (Testudo). As you can see, we have different mobility and firepower than Roman soldiers because we possess the skills."

Yeah, and he groaned.

Voice is a mixture of admiration and surprise, and that would be looking at a soldier who is overwhelmingly winning over a monster like you look up to.

"Recently, they have received a significant level increase, so with the guidance of Hakam, the Labyrinth Supervisor, they are replenishing the crew, improving their skills and improving their smell as a team."

It's a big difference between telling with your mouth and actually seeing with your eyes. The amount of information increases, and verbal communication is only necessary to the extent of supplementation.

At that time, a large four-legged beast type emerges from the ground, raises earthen smoke and strikes from the side. Its mass and velocity would have been crushed with a scream of despair if it had been modern.

But they let the multiplicity of boundaries unfold, goggin '! and impinge upon it. Thanks to the diagonal angle, the large demon rushes in a direction that is unattainable. Now the other side was more framed to expose the sides, and a stone bow peeking through the gap in the shield was released, striking in simultaneously with the bus bus.

"Ooh, wow! Is this the guy called Magic?"

"That's a miracle force now, isn't it? The power of guardianship is strong in sacred things, and we specialize in teams led by Doula, located in the rear. She oversees the whole called the Cooperation Front (Reid) and looks forward to the future from Master Hakam as well"

Demons are mighty and can never resist humans. So oh and formation, against each other by density.

But this ancient labyrinth is never that easy. Now that more than level 100 beings are rarely gone, we can't fight them with just a few more.

And the demons retreated left and right, because they were coming.

Cover your whole body with bright white armor and slowly open two pairs of demonic eyes. Though smaller than Ouga, the way you squeal your neck releases its power as a strong man.

Demonic Cartina.

Once attacked to destroy the Cooperation Front (Reid), she just changed from black to white and everything else was exactly the same.

Tool, who doesn't know the battle, will know. Signs of burning billies and cheeks can never resist people.

But Doula, the ruler, shouted bravely in the middle of the formation. That voice is something that we know can also lose lives, and that's why training makes sense.

"Diamond! Diamond formation! Hurry up, eh!

"Respond!!

Za, and the formation moves once in a while, turning to the pointy sharp angle one ahead. Probably for making a run for it.

Suddenly, the formation was hissed (...) from the tip (...).

Multiple barriers become dust and decorate the universe, shields that seemed to be iron walls, and people dance like garbage. The scream is heard from somewhere far away, and the thought stops only for a moment in too many sights.

- There's a hole in it.

The tip of the diamond formation is destroyed without remnants, and Cartina walks. The sight of the Zera squad being kicked over by pressure alone is like seeing a carnivore tearing a snake out of its head.

Screaming and yelling.

Resisting, they wave their swords at the dark clouds - and retreat simultaneously to the left and right.

Cartina just looked around at the controlled movement.

Zella, the big man hanging around his neck from behind, is not a big threat. I wonder if being slapped with a gut and a sword won't even scratch the demon costume.

More than that, I was showing confusion that I was concerned about a move like this one that had been worked out beforehand.

Lose as much and realize why. The team led by Doula also retreats to the left and right, from which it hits! And there appeared a horseback riding that struck him with an odd voice.

Pseli with sunset armor. Her spear tip is directed toward pitarity and demonic costumes, meaning blocking the exit, or the earlier soldiers create shield walls to the left and right.

"Oh, is this our most used hand?"

"You end up settling into these simple shapes, don't you? It just doesn't seem like it."

That's what I say to the voice from the girl.

Just at that time, the spear pierced the demonic Cartina.

He bends his body to the letter "ku" and drives it outside the formation so that the pistol shoots out the balls, but of course it doesn't even look like a fatal wound. In the first place, it was just a few centimeters.

So what do we do after this?

The key was held by a bleeding Zella.

Blood drips to the tip of the eaten spear, and activates his power as a clan that kept scratching his feet, whether he was a strong man or not.

A raging red blade from inside his body struck a demonic Cartina.

In an earlier fight, he apparently decided to pinch the break.

While the wounded are being treated, the operation is now fluid and good, etc., and Cartina and the others look back at the results of the simulated battle.

sweaty. They took off their armor and likewise Ouga and the others sat back around "whispering".

He finally noticed us on the tour. He looked me in the eye, "Skip it," but I can't help it all today. I take my guest, Mr. Tool, into their midst.

I talked to him about how I was still surprised.

"In this way, it is the level and skill that greatly improves your physical abilities as a person."

"Damn, I actually can't believe it with my eyes. But isn't it possible for the army to do better than this?

I don't know. The power of protection is powerful, but not a substitute that can be activated at all times. I can't deal with sniping from a distance, etc., and even if I don't, an automatic small gun is a strength in terms of constant attacks.

But he had a different idea.

"There are a lot of things that we do lose. Mobility, fire, and troop strength. But if I give you a modern weapon, you'll see what happens. Even that Cartina guy didn't seem to be serious."

That's what I thought, Mr. Towel. Eyes open with Marie holding a black cat, etc. But there's something I can think of, and I'm afraid to ask.

"Well, I was forced to attack Japan."

"Hmm? Yeah, 'cause there's a little romance.' Cause it would be exciting, to be attacked from an unknown being. Then I'll be able to digest the rest of the day."

Ha, they laughed, but that's outrageous. I can't believe you're making more dangerous ideas than we are.

Talking about that, I arrived at the earlier Cartina, Doula.