Mannen D-rank No Chuunen Boukensha, Yotta Ikioi De Densetsu No Ken Wo Hikkonuku

"Damn... my head hurts..."

The next morning, I had a terrible hangover.

Wake up slowly on the bed with your face in the morning sun as you plug it out of the curtain.

"Ahhh... when did you get home? I don't remember the night..."

I remember to the point where you drank at the liquor store as usual......

"No, you went the wrong way to the square. So..."

As my memory gradually returned, I became embarrassed.

I'm a hero! What a scream, trying to pull out the legendary sword.

What a painful old man......

I was, well, drunk momentum?

Exactly. I wouldn't do that in the face.

Yeah, it's all bad booze.

And I'm glad when nobody's watching midnight...

"Well, I remember the sword falling out, but I guess that was a dream....... hmm?

Trying to get out of bed, I'm gonna step on something hard.

I dropped my gaze on the floor wondering if I had put anything down.

- The sword was falling.

"... what?

What was there was a straightsword of simple construction.

It was a sword that was stabbing a rock in that square.

"... oh, calm down. Apparently I'm still dreaming."

I flaunt my cheeks as I take a deep breath.

It usually hurts.

"If it's not a dream, is it a hallucination? Damn, you finally got hallucinogenic from drinking too much..."

For once, rub your eyes at the mess, but the sword won't go away.

I grabbed the pattern and lifted it. Firm, definite weight on my hands.

"You don't even seem hallucinating... So, is it a very similar fake? Yeah, you're right. I'm sure this guy is a fake. The mystery of why I'm falling here remains... maybe I'm drunk and I stole it from the weapons store? If that's the case, it's not good..."

'It's not fake. It's real. "

Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar voice.

Now you're hallucinating...

Finally, I may suck.

"It's not even an illusion." My name is Wenus-Wikt the Divine Sword. I've slept in this city for a long time, but I woke up last night at the hands of the Lord. '

I hear voices again.

I became a pocan.

Kay, the sword is talking, so...!?

"It's a pretty dumb side. Can't you keep it tight? You were chosen as my covenant, created by Vine, the goddess of love and victory, right?

"Hey, what are you talking about? Contractor? Me?

When it comes to Vine, the goddess of love and victory, she is one pillar of the three great gods.

I was chosen by the divine sword made by such a being...?

"Um, you're right."

I was very confused.

That would be so.

No matter what they say about being suddenly chosen by a divine sword, you can't believe it.

Anyway, I'm the bottom adventurer of the D-rank for 10,000 years.

And old man.

"Well, I don't remember signing anything?

"You'll be signed automatically when you pull it out! And you can't cancel. '

It was a contract like a fraud of a bad nature.

"Why me?

"Come on?

"Come on, say... Isn't that your choice?

"For example, bye. Suppose you have food that the Lord likes. After all, is that what the Lord himself chose?

"... you're not. I just liked it when I realized."

It's the same thing.

I see, like I don't know.

"... yeah, come wash your face for now"

Once I gave up thinking deeply, I got up.

"Lord, it's an outgoing mypace......"

I'm going on an adventure with the Lakes today, and I'm meeting them.

It's time to start getting ready.

I live in a small, old borough apartment.

Bathrooms and toilets, then the washrooms were joint.

I just walked out of my room into the hallway, and I just run into my neighbor.

It's the old couple's wife who lives in the next room.

"Good Morning"

"Good morning. - Oh?

……

"Could you be Mr. Lucas' relative? That's unusual."

The lady smiled so much and then went back to her room.

"Relatives? What are you talking about?

Could it have been bogged down...... pathetically.

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, worried about that, and I would know why she was surprised earlier there.

"... who, this guy?

No, I don't know who, I'm the one standing in front of the mirror, so it shouldn't be anything but me...

But I don't care, it's not my face I've been getting very old lately.

First of all, I like the blood color of my skin.

Probably too much alcohol, but I looked blue and white like a sick man.

That's what's now returning to healthy colors like when I was younger.

My eyes are tight, my hair is glossy back, and if I shave my insensitive beard, I might look like an arrasser.

I feel about ten years younger.

Well, because I was old and I looked like I was in my forties.

I can hear you again earlier.

"One of the perks of signing with me."

"Can you do that..."

The divine sword leaked a mean laugh.

"Come on, Lord, because I've grown old enough for my age. And I'm terribly unhealthy."

"Leave me alone."

But most of all, I'm surprised.

"My right arm is healing too...?

"It's not inconvenient to treat me like that."

I don't see any other ancient wounds anywhere.

It didn't leave any marks, it was completely clean.

"By the way, I've lost my temper, and I've strengthened my libido."

"Reasonably, my groin starts in the morning"

"What is it, Lord? Maybe you got excited about Baba earlier?

"No, I'm not."

That's an incredible miracle anyway.

I'm still half-hearted, but maybe this guy really is a divine sword.

When I washed my face in a sunny mood sometime, I went back to my room for breakfast.