Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter's Hero Dream

"Look, I did. This flexibility is direct from your sister. It can go in any position."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't know what you're talking about, but it's amazing."

Tino opens his legs one hundred and eighty degrees and lets him take his body down to the floor. Dark hair aligned with shoulders is scattered across the floor.

Flexible flesh is a must for hunters. Especially mandatory for bandits (sheafs), Liz and others fold up their bodies like molluscs and get into incredibly small trunkcases.

Tino didn't have any feelings when he said he was going to try his arms.

I guess my daily training is working.

Liz Smart's training is self-directed. Genius says there are theoretical and sensory types. Liz, a sensory genius, imposed Tino by arranging more harshly all of the training she had done.

Tino, who slipped through the half-willed training, is therefore, and always is, natural.

It is very different from me who always seems to throw up. [M] This adorable junior was also a kind of monster.

Facilities for training exist in the basement of the Clan headquarters across several floors.

It was an institution on the first basement floor that came for the Gilberto boy's arm test.

There's a hundred meters in all directions. It's just a big space. Five meters to the ceiling. It has a long lag time and is designed to allow even those who specialize in three-dimensional combat some freedom of movement. The ground is as hard as practice, so even though it is a hunter if it can be tapped without a passive, the damage cannot be spared.

The Gilberto boy looked at me and Tino with teasing eyes.

The appearance of Tino, who defeated Pepper's body. The thighs that have been stripped out to a large extent or the slightly visible section from between the hairs are somewhat fancy, but the eye that sees it is completely the one that sees the enemy.

He seems willing to win. It's great to be young.

Kind of similar to the old Luke.

"... lick me..."

"For once, because she's level four"

"Huh!?

"Yes, please stop giving them my information"

Gilberto boy's eyes open for a moment. I guess I didn't think it was on the same level.

Tino is a beauty with a bit of a cold vibe if you keep your mouth shut, has a luxurious physique and is small compared to a small Gilberto boy for a man.

But don't be alarmed. Gilberto boy is a swordsman. Lack of power for a swordsman, small body can be a disadvantage, but not for a bandit.

The lightness of the body is a weapon to the vanguard.

A flexible tino rises up all the way and sees the Gilberto boy.

"Oh, my God, dust mustard compared to..."

"What the hell am I in Tino?"

The way you lift it is unusual.

Tino removed the hardware on his belt and released it to the ground for every dagger and item pouch he was lowering. Apparently, he's not willing to use a weapon.

Gilberto peels his eyes off. Tino let him flatter his shoulders.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you a break"

"Oh...... ugh!?

Blue muscles float on Gilberto's forehead. Tino's good at stirring things up.

Ruda ran over here and asked me hissing with a worried look on her face.

"Is she okay?

"Hmmm......? Maybe."

The certification level is the same, but Tino Shade is indisputably a delicacy.

It's only 4 because it's solo, but it could have been 5 if I had raised the level at the party.

Anyway, my childhood friend is watching you.

However, by nature, swordsmen boast of no distinction in battle from the front.

The level certification of the exploration association is not monkey. Gilberto boy can't be alarmed because he also has a strength equivalent to level 4.

Besides, Gilberto boy's weapon - that great sword is a treasure.

The performance of the treasure is a thousand different, genuine trump card that easily flips the level difference in some things.

From what I saw when recruiting members, I don't seem to have any unusual abilities, but the difference is enormous.

Because Tino doesn't have treasure tools (he has the bullet fingers I gave him, but that's not a level that can withstand pragmatism), that makes him a big handful.

Even so, she's also used to interpersonal fights, so you know she needs to be vigilant there.

Well, from what I can tell, they're both monsters.

With that in mind, did you get to the head long enough to throw away the great sword Gilberto was holding in the distance?

He grips his fist, rings the bones of his hand and intimidates him.

"Huh... I don't need a weapon against a bareback woman. Eh!

What do you do when a swordsman throws his sword away... is he an idiot?

By the way, I let him throw the knife away as if he were a handful, but Tino is the type of guy who talks bare hands. He's especially good at kicking moves.

The distance between the boy and Tino is approximately five meters.

"Yes, I'll go get some ice cream."

"I didn't promise that..."

Tell Tino to sing in a good mood. While taking steps like dancing.

Gilberto boy was teething. Whoever they were, Tino's attitude would be annoying.

I haven't made that promise...... but I do give Tino all my orders unilaterally.

Sometimes you can hang out and put it up. Even as an escort.

"Well, fine. I'll see you when the request is safe."

"! Yay!"

The moment I answered, the steps Tino was taking were switched in an instant. From something like a gentle dance to something sharp. Its body at once carves its top speed from the unstable posture that swept and spun.

Its eyes change from innocent to sharp aimed at prey.

That was a brilliant change of pace, even as we observed it from a distance.

Swordsmen excel in power, bandits weigh agility.

The role in the Treasure Palace is dominated by unlocking and reconnaissance, but not even combat. They are warriors of Divine Speed who approach and defeat their opponents in an instant without sound.

The distance of five meters shrunk in just one step, and by the time Gilberto's eyes recognized it, Tino's piercing had already been released towards his neck.

You haven't even given a signal yet, but be cowardly. It would also be an operation to incite him to throw away his weapon for this minute.

"Huh!?

Still, that's level four, I guess I wasn't completely alarmed, Gilberto stepping back with a rinse and dodging it. Tino's knee launched in a motion that flowed through its belly.

Heavy shocks, which are put into a light motion as if they were blades, are gently blown away without the art of Gilberto exchanging.

That was just ravaging. Tino's thin arms and legs are a sufficient threat without armor either.

Ruda and Master Greg were losing their words to what happened in a flash.

Tino never saw Gilberto blow up, and he smiled at me. [M]

"Yes, did you see it? It's heavenly."

"Huh... not yet, not yet..."

Gilberto, who slipped a few meters down the ground, wakes up his body. I cough flutter once, but not enough to be unable to move.

Sturdy. Constantly captures Mana Materials and fortified humans gain endurance beyond wild beasts, even without armor. Bones and meat, not even flowing blood is like people.

Tino laughed with his nose at the Gilberto boy as he glanced at him with a sharp eye that made him even feel like killing, scratching his hair apart and showing him.

"I think I know, but I handed it off. I could also break my neck. That if I punish you for this, I will not turn a busy mouth on my master. To worship the Master as God and to turn to the Clan headquarters three times a day for prayer. Bringing contributions to me on a regular basis. Pass from Me to the Master"

"Huh!!

I said nothing to Tino's request for a joke, and Gilberto progresses. That little body thrusts into Tino with the momentum that Level 4 deserves. With that momentum and temper I step back without saying anything.

Tino turns around and dodges it. He gently dislodged the flat of his hand, which he tried to grab his arm by surprise, with the back of his hand as if he had expected, and slammed the palm bottom against Gilberto's side head.

A dull dumb noise echoes. Gilberto, who was supposed to be sturdy, fluttered a few steps and fell in. I try desperately to get up, but my eyes aren't in focus.

Has your brain been shaken? Should I think it's brilliant to still be able to move in that state? I would definitely be throwing up.

Tino pampers his hand and says it well.

"Look, I did. My growth! Thanks to you, I've grown so much."

I didn't do anything. Shouldn't I tell Liz?

Master Greg makes his lips fight in a battle that is coming to a light end. You were comparing it to yourself, and Ruda was bumping and crushing too.

"You're strong... even though Gilberto has bare hands, overwhelming swordsmen from the front... above all, he's used to fighting. I'm still a teenager and I don't know what this is horrible... is this the power of 'footprints'"

"... battle with your bare hands... you have no experience... can you tell me"

I'm not a swordsman or a swordsman.

"Not yet, not yet... Not yet, I can fight..."

Gilberto boy stands up at ease. There are no scratches, but the sense of equilibrium hasn't returned, and the focus of my eyes is still distracting.

In the first place, there is no more winning when Tino, who specializes in bare-handed combat, throws his sword away himself. There are no miracles.

Still, is it complacency as a hunter to stand up?

Would you have had so much guts with me at first, when I still had the hunter's passion?

Being knelt down by the overwhelming strong and still able to rise is one talent. Apparently he has the qualities to be a real hunter.

Recklessness is sometimes a difficult quality. Some things you can't get by stepping on the brakes.

Tino looks so annoying. I slapped my hand and inspired him. [M]

"Tino, don't deal with him. I didn't set the terms of victory. You should spill it until the roots are gone. It's a good study."

You guys are gonna be friends if we hit each other anyway, right?

§ § §

Gilberto Bush is a genius.

When I was mindful, I had been held by the sword ever since it was taken for the reason that I also needed strength in this day and age.

Effort does not lie. Sometimes I learned from my teacher, sometimes I thought to myself, and the years I kept waving my sword gave strength to the boy in good order, and by the time I crossed the ten, I had gained strength enough not to lean on others, including adults, in the village where I was born and raised.

There are many different kinds of people's talents, but one of them is the rate of absorption and acceptable limits of Mana Materials.

The faster the absorption rate, the stronger, and the higher the allowable limit, I can point to the higher.

Gilberto was both much higher than a regular person. Just living in a village with low content of Mana Materials in the air, so much so that you can gain greater power than an ordinary person.

It can be taken for granted that Gilberto Bush held the position of treasure hunter.

Attack the treasure hall, which is still growing momentarily, breaking through the phantoms and demons that line up and gaining fame. That was the quickest way to get everything in the world, and if you explore Mana-filled treasure halls, you get strength that you wouldn't get if you lived in a village.

And when Gilberto turned fifteen, recognized as an adult, he pushed off the opposition around him and visited the Imperial Capital, a single, hunter's sanctuary.

The first visit to the Imperial City was incomparably large and overflowing with objects, satisfying Gilberto.

Food not available in the home village, which consisted of self-sufficiency, or a huge group of buildings lined up in countless ways.

There are so many people passing by every day that they mistake it as a festival on a street wide enough that a few carriages can pass side by side, and above all, there are so many dressed as treasure hunters that they did not see first in the village.

Gilberto's fast-forward march never stopped after he signed up for the Seekers' Association and began exploring the treasure hall.

Gilberto was rare among newcomers treasure hunters and lacked training and talent before becoming a hunter.

Most importantly, I was brave enough to be reckless in my exploration. And... I had luck.

As the newcomers partied with each other, Gilberto happened to raise the level of the treasure hall to explore.

The Great Sword, which was accidentally acquired in the first treasure hall, gently slashed the phantom (Phantom) that the newcomer was supposed to struggle with first, and did not send the demons alongside him.

Golden Generation. A generation where genius hunters appeared one after another to newcomers, whispered for several years.

Gilberto was considered its second line.

I'm second to none, but hunters have many beyond intelligence.

Especially since the longer you attack countless treasure palaces and become an ancient stock with a long period of capture of Mana Materials, the more incredibly strong you become.

There are many beings that are absolutely invincible from Gilberto's eyes at this stage. But there was no rush.

I can definitely catch up as long as I have time. The certainty was in Gilberto.

The future was shining. At that time, Gilberto's eyes did see a staircase to glory.

And I started seeing shadow - a few weeks ago.

§

"Finally, the engine started. This would also make the request work. That's right, judgment like falling in love..."

I hear an overhead, non-nervous voice.

A general bruise forces the body to move to complain of soreness and pain, and stares down at Tino, who looks down at this one slowly.

Cold eyes as if you could even see a bug.

It was strong. It was terribly strong, even though it looked the same age.

Each blow is fast and heavy.

I let it go unobstructed - but a blow with as much power as it can even damage the 'phantom' doesn't plunder, and that attack strikes an exhausting Gilberto.

It is not of the same character as the chimps and the like that have been involved in Gilberto so far.

Above all, it was clear that Tino's movements were supposed to be interpersonal.

Relative to Phantom, which has a much tougher structure than humans, it does not use techniques such as shaking your brain or flushing attacks with your palms.

Above all, they still had room to do that.

I heard you say there were promising young hunters in the 'Footprint' clan, but it was more than I expected.

The first shot was the unexpected, but since then, I'm not going to be alarmed. Simply because its strength does not seem to be at the same level of certification, etc., it is at a far higher level.

It was a shock to that boy who had never lost to a human of the same age.

I don't have the sword I always use, so I don't have an excuse. It was you who threw it away, and your opponent is equally unarmed.

I'm not even going to make excuses.

Gilberto's goal lies ahead.

"Are you conscious yet?

I try to get up, but I can't help myself. I didn't have a sense of fingertips. I can't help my hands and feet. Can you move satisfactorily where you can get up?

Gilberto's body is sturdy enough to move flat even after taking a few bullets. I've been wounded during hunts. But it was my first experience of being hurt so far without a weapon.

"Ku... damn..."

"Can I use that sword?

Tino says in a troublesome voice. Gilberto's main soldier outfit - the Purgatory Sword threw itself away at the start of the simulated battle and was now in the grip of sight.

Purgatory Sword

Level 1 Treasure Hall, Treasure Gear obtained in "The Old Strong Man's Practitioner's Field".

It's a mighty soldier outfit that has supported Gilberto's previous activities as a hunter from scratch. That acquisition could have been described as the best of luck for Gilberto, who came to the Empire with almost no sentence.

Staring at the blushing blade, Gilberto screams as he crawls.

"Yes, but I'll use it!

It was miserable. Indeed, the Purgatory Sword is a powerful uniform.

When I got it, when they appraised me at the expedition, I was surprised by the officials who appraised me - an excellent soldier outfit far beyond the ranked treasure pieces I could expect to obtain at the original Level 1 treasure hall.

But that's why Gilberto couldn't take the sword at this moment right now.

At the same age, I threw it away before my bare opponent, and I felt like if I took it, it would prove that my accomplishments so far - were due to treasure tools.

There is no pursuit of Tino. Has it recovered a little over time, or Gilberto rises again?

Tino frowned at the edge of it and threw it away.

"Drop it, Pride"

There are no gaps in that position. I haven't even flowed a drop of sweat without looking tired. Now, there's no shards of alarm in front of the far downward.

I knew it. If he meant it over there, he'd already be dead. I'm confident in physical strength, but the woman in front of me has the power to just do it.

Breathe roughly, while withstanding the dull pain of running to general savings, while losing your posture.

It's a waste of even roaring health. Stare at the beast with a similar glance.

Where's the gap? What am I supposed to do? Tino's body is luxurious. Endurance is probably if you can give yourself up and even a blow is heavy...

But it doesn't hit. Gilberto's attack has been completely cut off until that time.

A fuzzy voice came into Gilberto's ear, desperately exploring the shards of victory.

A relaxed voice no different than before the start of the simulated battle.

"Why don't you leave it around already? This time it's a confirmation of strength, and you know it."

……

"You, the party you've been at, you're out of yourself, aren't you?

"Huh!?

Unexpectedly sees a thousand changes. What was on that look was a thin grin.

Still a non-intimidating stand-up. The ordinary appearance of black eyes on dark hair.

There are no signs or shards specific to the hunter who stored large quantities of Mana Materials.

If I don't see any footprint symbols that I'm supposed to have to wear by policy, I don't see any party symbols for 'Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief)'. You wouldn't even look like a hunter without a black coat.

Sure, I quit. I had to leave. The first party I came to this imperial capital to put together - a party that we've put together for nearly six months.

My people didn't know about Gilberto Bush's talent, but they did.

My skin gets poppy. With an incompetent grin, a thousand changes say.

One of the highest treasure hunters to root for the imperial capital, I have heard many times in Gilberto Bush, which is still short since coming to this imperial capital.

The leader of The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief), made up of only two names meaning superior as a hunter.

"Hey, hey..."

"Because I remember you too... there was too much difference in strength. I know. In the case of the Mourning Ghost, I didn't abandon him."

I didn't know what I was saying for a moment to the feeling that I was saying the words.

But soon my face will be strong about what it means.

There's really a handful of poles that can be given two names.

Only those of the hunters who have a special talent and have attacked several treasure halls. This is a very unreachable area in Gilberto today.

The man in front of these pearl talented members who praise their strength by holding their mouths together.

"I'm sure this party will be a good experience for you. I know you think about it, but let's get along with the young guys."

Its standing is full of gaps and its physical strength is somewhat lower than that of Tino's.

That's when we first met, from Gilberto, the man looked overwhelmingly weak. But now, the fact is horrible.

Soon, that hand, my leg was shaking. My cheeks are drawn and my breath is stuck. My mouth is dry, but I can't take my gaze off the young man.

The treasure hall is full of chemicals.

A people-eating monster. impersonating a person.

Some are wise, some have peculiar abilities, some are simply inflexible, and some even confuse them with words.

But I don't understand the man in front of me so much that he's no less pale than those Phantoms.

Thousands of changes. I hear the name well, but no one has spoken about what kind of hunter the man is.

Thousands of changes are slowly in the footsteps, approaching the Purgatory Sword. And he touched the blade with his toe as it was.

- At that moment, the red lotus flame swirled from the sword body that remained tucked away in the sheath.

Boom, accompanied by a sound as if there were a wind, the flames draw a spiral.

I didn't know what was going on. Vision had captured the phenomenon, but the brain had refused to understand.

Greg sees it with a grumpy look on Ruda's face.

Thousands of changes say in the spiral of flames without the appearance of burning.

"Attribute Grant and Extend Attack Range,? It's a simple but good sword, you should take care of it"

The flame was wrapping its arms like armor. Trance eyes reflect the Red Lotus.

"Ba... silly... there's no way I can use it! Purgatory, the sword... treasure! Treasure, what the heck!

Treasures are powerful items but require delicate manipulation at the same time.

The more powerful the treasure is, the more training it takes just to get one end of its power out.

Flames flame and manifest burning wings on the backs of a thousand changes.

The beatings I received from Tino. Distress. Regret. Meaning. Forget everything, scream.

"Not even the pattern, without gripping...... ugh!? Stupid! I can do that... I can't..."

It was very recently that Gilberto, the owner, and Purgatory Sword could be used more than as a 'sharp sword with sharp sharpness', which is only enough to wrap the flame around the sword body as well.

It is not difficult to operate. In the first place, I don't know what to do. Because it doesn't have a switch, it doesn't have instructions.

I can feel how unlikely what I'm doing is because that's my treasure tool.

The young man laughed as he was surrounded by flames. Black hair reflects flames and glows brilliantly.

Impossible. Not like Tino, who was on high ground with pure sophistication.

Gilberto's path, on its extension line, does not - look like it.

Unknown. Words were coming out of my mouth naturally at that sight I had never even imagined. Trembling voice that I don't think belongs to me. Fear and battle.

"Sprinkle... things..."

Tino doesn't look surprised, he's looking down at Gilberto.

The shadow of a thousand changes reflected by the flames, like its party name, also appears to be the ghost crying out in mourning.