Osama, known as' The Waste Dog 'and banished from both the party and the workplace, become

In "Gorgeous Smart," quickly, what became the "Legendary Achievement Project" was structured.

There are four top members of the project team.

Bonclano as the top and Stented, Fontine and Srl Boncos take their names under it.

They make a split and move out.

The purpose, of course, is to accomplish the 'Epic Quest'......!

History featured such feats as the crusade of rare monsters and the discovery of treasures, and became a legend in the history of all the newspapers and small Rondcrow nations….

I was trying to make my 'gorgeous smart' position in Rondowl immovable...!

But only Fontine and Srl Boncos were actually moving.

Using extensive sight and knowledge, Fontine gathers rare monsters, treasure sightings, legends to be told, and identifies the target of the quest.

Srl Boncos recruits the equipment and collaborators needed for his adventures, using his connections that have served the brave men for many years.

If you're a monster enough to be a legend, you're expected to be quite a fighter.

Bonclano did nothing in particular.

He's, well, the head of the organization, so I'm glad he's just standing with Deng in Hanatare...

The problem was another brave man.

Stented is a born merchant, so instead of going on adventures, he has no combat experience.

I could also get out of the members of Legendary Achievement, but he didn't do it.

Because in the midst of an adventure without me, the others......

Especially not to make that lady look good, because she wasn't there...!

But when it comes to taking part in an adventure, you can't hide behind it.

Srl Boncos is a spikesman, and Fontine uses both prayer and magic.

To keep them quiet and active, I thought there was only a sword.

So he attends a sword art class event organized by a private store to brush his sword arms.

But there's no way that he, the brave man, can be known to be teaching the sword to the common man, so dress him up, of course.

In a square in the King's Capital of the Gankpflu small country, children dreaming of adventurers were gathered.

The lecturer was a woman, but he has a gatai with a man face loss.

"Okay, well, I'll start by teaching you how to set up a sword. First, open your legs about shoulder-width apart..."

"I don't care about that, why don't we just let them slash each other!

Stented, who blocked the lecturer's lecture without waiting a minute, pushed the children forward.

"What are you? If you want to attend this swordsmanship class, shut up and listen.

A tall, female samurai instructor drops him off with a glimpse, and the stented flinches for a moment.

But when he remembered he was a woman, he stuck the wooden knife in his hand.

"Unlike a woman like you, I'm busy! I'm so busy, I'm listening to you! So let's just slash each other!

In addition to the arrogance of unintelligible meaning, it was a messed up rationale.

The lecturer tried to say something back, but the girl standing next to him interrupted me just fine.

"You feel good. Atashi is also a warrior. If we slaughter each other, Atashi will deal with you."

Golden twin tail with silver chains.

The girl, feathering a cartoon-toned coat, was staring up at Stented in a challenging manner.

"Suddenly you come out, what are you!? And you're not a child yet! Stay calm, girl and kid!

"Oh, are you afraid Atashi will do it? That's why you're getting tangled up in these big tits."

"Who's the big ass!" and lecturer.

And the kid told me that much, and I wasn't a stented person who could keep quiet.

"This guy, listen to his busy mouth! If that's what you're gonna say, I'll deal with you! But I won't let you do anything! Like every day, I beat my wife and kids to death! You do the same thing, I'm gonna get you back!

"Swordsmanship class" is temporarily interrupted.

Suddenly, it was a mock match between Stented and Twin Tail Girls.

Even so, full contact without mana shield.

No matter how many wooden swords you have, if you have a bad beating, you will be badly injured.

But in any case, a mock match was scheduled at the end of this' sword class'.

Assuming the injured would leave, the Virgin also refrained.

Having said this, you will already understand.

This' Sword Class' was part of the 'Slam Dog Mart' promotional measures.

All the warriors in this country are knockouts, mostly of our kind.

Keep an eye on it and hold a travel edition of Slumdog School.

Teach your children the right swordsmanship and you will also increase the survival of your adventures.

At the same time, the product appeal can be made, so they will come to the store in the future.

This was a method called lifelong customer development.

Although it is a grassroots activity of old methods, it can gain strong ties with customers and, if it works, it can become a relationship of things for the rest of your life.

The pseudo-brave broke into the event for its full children and even worked disrespectfully.

But this dojo-breaking act could be effective in a sense if it is considered an obstruction to a rival store.

If only I could beat the women of the lecturer right in front of the crowd...

Kids can do their love and make the 'Swordsmanship Class' less of itself because they can......!

This, of course, is a story if Stented confines himself to the master of swords.

And a big adult sold a fight to a little girl, and the end of it...

Again, you mean you can't even...

To put it bluntly, it was settled in an instant.

The other girl is lowering her head...

The referee's "Introduction!" Block even the words,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stented, by the Great Upper Stage, Preemptive Attack......!

But it was too late.

Not so far apart between the two, but fat stented in gastronomy, the sound of kicking the ground, though brave as "dosdosdos"......

It just rocks the luxury of your body and doesn't move forward a bit.

A girl with a slow face up just sticks a wooden knife up her neck...

...... dosuuuuuu!!

The tip pierced deep into his throat, arguably one of the human steeples......!

"Ha!? Huh? Huh?!?"

Stented was falling and lying like a seiuch launched by a rough wave, pressing his throat and stuffing.