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

My body was burning. A tremendous fever runs through the body around the heart and transmits explosive forces to the limbs.

"Shadowy" is the name of combat technology created long ago by a single bandit.

A bitter tactic obtained by a bandit who was weak and, in phantom opponents, had only enough offense to act as an auxiliary.

Intense physical training. The combination of spiritual unity and special breathing methods gives' speed 'to the bandit who fixed it, as if he were burning his life.

Speed is power. Its essence does not just increase its ability to evade.

The fist, sufficiently transmitted by the acceleration and superior sense of equilibrium that leaves even the sound behind, easily smashes the phantoms and demons.

It was like a black storm.

The sound of luxurious hands and feet shooting through the air and the sound of hard objects hitting metal were all constantly echoed in the space of the spacious training ground.

One is a shadow. A tough metal shoe that is becoming its symbol in a bespoke costume that does not inhibit any movement of the body.

Relative to that was the whole doll.

It is a large black metal doll made to move only in the joints.

Liz, wrapped in burning heat, fleshes without raising her voice.

Hook and roll your legs, and step on them. Float your body with the palm bottom and slap it to the ground. Sometimes he takes his arms and throws them, sometimes kicking up between his crotches. Friction causes smoke to climb up off the floor, but Liz's movement doesn't stop.

A flowing serial strike that wouldn't even breathe would have stopped the target from breathing if he were a creature.

The metal doll was authentic, just a doll. It's not like you can operate like a golem or have the power to think independently like an android, it's a chunk of metal.

It is very heavy and sturdy with origami because it is packed with metal to the inside and coated with a special alloy on the outside, rather than haribote.

With its coating making it extremely resistant to both magical and physical attacks, it was a golem imitation formerly known as' Akasha '.

Akasha has advanced mechanisms in place to move its giants freely. The doll Liz is dealing with was too badly degraded in that sense, but at least it's on par with Akasha in terms of sturdiness.

Each blow was intentional on killing. A doll is slapped on its fist, on its kick, on the floor over and over again, on the wall.

A short distance from the battlefield, Citrie was observing her sister's frenzy with her notebook in one hand.

Kicked out of the previous Shadow by the excess noise, he spent several hours in the clan's underground training ground.

The other clan members who originally used the training ground also left in the frenzy.

"Sister, I can't! Give it up? We've adjusted its endurance to withstand your sister's attack."

"Eh, Sito! In training, so shut up! Next time, get ready!

"Already! I'm not free, either!

Fluffy cheeks, but Liz doesn't turn a single glance at Citrie.

The design idea of 'Akasha' is simple.

Beyond The Mourning Ghost. There's only one.

Based on the tremendous amount of data available in Citri, the enormous golem produced after a long period of research, making the most of the technical and financial skills and connections of the Sorcery Order "Tower of Akasha", is powerful enough not to fit in the name of the Golem, etc.

The members of The Ghost of Mourning have their own specific strengths.

I was just curious at first. Only when did Citrie indulge in the study.

Comparable to The Ghost of Mourning, which has a unipolar membership, is not by and large a parallelism.

It was a great day. When I think of the time when research was underway with trial and error, Citrine still remembers the highs in her chest that she felt back then.

The conclusion reached was simple, with the help of a large number of distinguished brothers and a great ex-wise man, as a result of overlapping thoughts.

Carefully take measures against strengths, one by one. That is also what hunters do when challenging treasure halls of high difficulty.

After an obsession that can also be called paranoia, the completed 'Akasha' was a great golem that crossed any golem that ever existed.

For this purpose, "Akasha" performs what can be described as the natural enemy of "Ghost of Mourning".

A shield that just takes off Luke's slaughter. Advanced intelligence judgment ability achieved by manipulating a person into a continuous combat capability comparable to an anthem with extraordinary strength and strength.

Among other things, it was the development of the body that put particular effort into it.

In order to make Akasha the 'enemy' of The Mourning Ghost, Lucia's magic, which boasts an almost impossible range of attacks, and the metal needed to withstand the blow of Liz, whose speed makes it difficult to even match his shield.

Not that there was a grudge, but Citrie took the most, money and time there. Brothers, masters, and their further bitterness from above did not compromise.

Liz's talent as a sister is real. He used The Shadow, which was explained that mastery would take time on an annual basis, and was now allowed to name those two names.

The blow has nothing to do with hesitation or fear, and is therefore more powerful than its physical performance.

Liz is also human. The fist is not made to punch a chunk of metal.

During the training, both fists gripped were bloody. Probably broken a few bones too.

But every time the wind blows, the floor gets dirty with blood, but there are no signs that the momentum or steps will weaken. There must be some pain, but I don't see him weak from those shitty, shiny eyes.

As a warrior, as a hunter, it is clear that my sister is top notch.

The whole age season is still ahead of us. In fact, Liz's athletic abilities have improved considerably compared to the initial development of the body's metal.

But - for just that reason, it wasn't easy to get past Akasha's body, which took time to develop on a year-by-year basis.

Naturally, growth is taken into account. Citrie wasn't going to give this sister this advantage for a while.

What a convenient connection to the Akasha Tower.

"I want to! Personality! Bad! Shit! Armored punch! There were no secret special moves!

"... there can't be such a powerful move to 'Bandit (Sheaf)'"

The role of 'Bandit (Sheaf)' is not combat. There is only one person against this golem in the first place, the very fact that they try to win with their bare hands, is somewhere wrong.

With his brow in the letter (c) as troubled, Citrie takes a further note.

The strength of an alchemist is to build up. Liz's special training is an opportunity to take valuable data for Citrie as well.

The Mourning Ghost has incidentally grown parties with each other. Think about when Akasha's armor was torn, and I have to come up with the next proposal, so I can't afford Citrine forever either.

At that time Liz's movements, which showed no signs of weakening, suddenly stopped.

It collapses to the floor as if the doll that was being flirted with remembered. Liz turned to Citrie, breathing roughly.

His eyes are congested, his entire face is red as burning, and he's sweating, but his footsteps are still firm.

"Sito, it's broken. Next time, no!

…………

Sigh deeply and head toward the puppet that was struck down.

The doll had no noticeable scratches. The proud alloy was dirty with Liz's blood but scarcely scratched either.

Liz grabs the doll's right arm and forces it to stand. In front of Citry's eyes, the joint part of his right arm - the elbow part - was exposed.

The articular part moves, so it really gets brighter than the area around it. Insufficient coating with special alloys.

In the Akasha of Fate, I counteract it by wearing multiple protective armor that won't interfere with the operation there either, but I can't even get my hands around a toy like this on a boulder.

It was suggested that the joint part shown was not able to withstand the impact and was heavily cracked.

Liz pounds her tongue and steps on the estate.

"There's nothing more you can do about it?

"Don't complain! It was really hard just to prepare the same metal."

It's been a long time since Akasha's golem research was completed. Even few ingredients remained, and one golem was so powerful that it had the resources of the tower of Akasha. We need enough resources and people to reproduce it to be equal to or a little inferior to that.

Even Citrine's assets are not infinite.

No matter how much for my sister, I can't spend a lot of money on training that I don't know will help me like this.

Remove the potion for metal restoration from the potion bag and carefully pour it into the bag.

Smoke rose slightly, and the old one disappeared slightly distorted. Strength isn't back to normal, but there's nothing I can do.

In the first place, it's just a doll with a broken joint, so there's no problem with training...?

Without knowing the inside of such a citrie, Liz screams.

"This isn't going to be training. Hey, bring me that annoying big one! Now!"

"Don't say anything unsolicited! It's your sister you lost! I was supposed to get it for the memorial! Where did you do it!?

Tears in my eyes, citrie argues.

It was a masterpiece. A testament to everyone's incidences. I had more memories than high performance.

I originally planned to get it when I went through The Akasha Tower, but now it's missing.

There was nothing I could do when Citrie returned to the Imperial Capital because there was already no shadow or shape.

According to what I heard, after fighting in the wilderness, he left it and came back. I hurried to find it but it was nowhere.

What is left out of the city implicitly belongs to the acquirer. Even though it is difficult to bring home the giant 'Akasha', it is the truth that I wanted you to do as much as take measures to avoid it being stolen.

To Citrine's words, Fitness and Liz's enthusiasm stop.

"... so leave the futile talk - if you were to make another one, how much would you be? Let me out if you want.

The intensity of emotional ups and downs is characteristic of this sister. It's selfish and prone to dramatic heights, but Liz is not stupid.

Pay sweat-wet forehead depressingly and exhale hot.

"So you think Klee's still making me bad? This is a matter of pride! I can't leave you alone!

"... the blueprints are in my head, but I don't have a bit of cash right now - I'm offering potions at a different cost, and it could take a while..."

Citrie is not a merchant. Most of the total assets are held as valuable equipment and materials.

I have a stock of potions, but I can't sell them in bulk at once. Disposal will take time.

".................. chip. I can't help it, tea and training will hunt in some treasure hall..."

Even as a citrie, Akasha's reproduction is not a blur. That great golem will never develop again unless Citrie resumes her research, beyond the absence of the Notos. That's a terrible shame to be the parent of Akasha.

But I didn't know there was going to be a time when I was going to have trouble with the money......

At that time, he appeared to be his best friend, who would always do him a favor, and Citrie broke up with him.

"Oh. With that said, if you could just give Mr. Klee back the money he loaned -"

I try to whine about things I don't even think about.

Even if I loaned it, there would be no interest and no repayment deadline.

Eva told me not to borrow any more, and she told me about repayment, but Citrine didn't really care that she was lending money.

Because I don't think that 'best friend' who earns a lot as a hunter would owe him money to waste.

Originally, Citrie started collecting money to increase what she could do - to increase her options. I also don't intend to stop my hobby of buying treasure, considering that treasure can sometimes be useful in the search for mourning ghosts.

"Oh, I was there. Citrie, and Liz. Just fine."

That's when the person I was just thinking about walked into the training ground.

My sister's expression turns into a blossoming smile. Klee said with a sorry look somewhere when she came near Citrie.

"Citrine, I'm sorry."