The Skill Collector

On the way back I finished buying and selling skills in a village along the mountain.

As we proceeded down the gravel road by the woods, someone was crouching his back into the roots of a splendid large tree standing at the forest entrance.

Clothes and trousers of the same colour on a wide dark green hat by the side. I don't know his face because of his posture, but he must be a man because of his physique.

Do you feel bad because you don't move still? Feeling signs isn't dead.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?

I'll call you from a little further away... but there's no response.

I can't hear you because you don't look like a distant old man.

A few more steps closer but nothing moves.

I deliberately stand in footsteps not to surprise them...... strange posture for sleeping.

Once you activate the 'listening ear',

"I see, this is precious... Well, is this shade a mutation?"

I'm saying something about bumps.

Looks like he's observing something at the root of a tree. He doesn't seem to be dangerous, but he's forbidden to be cautious. I won't forget to look it up in "Appraisal".

Are the skill configurations Memory, Toxic Resistance, Signal Detection, Concentration, and Pharmacy? It's all above level 5, so it's more capable.

It's weirder that you haven't noticed me if you have "Sign Detection," but you're being used by those who don't have the "Concentration" effect.

This skill of 'concentration' is the ability to concentrate on things as its name suggests. Needless to say, it is preferred by artisans because any task can be carried out efficiently with this, and it is considered beneficial when learning.

However, while 'concentration' is being exerted as it is now, the surroundings become invisible and the sound around them is also blocked.

Skills with both advantages and disadvantages. They say that's 'concentration'.

In fact, the man remains eager to stare at the roots of the tree when he says he stands directly behind them.

"Um, hello"

"Did you come down to a place like this when you said that this shape was the only one in the highlands?

I keep talking to myself. After all, you don't seem to hear me.

I don't seem ill, so I can leave him alone, but I want to negotiate a buyout because his' concentration 'is a popular skill that is in demand.

Do you feel like a pharmacist who collects herbs to learn from the mouthfeel and skills?

Since the pharmacist counterpart has several skills that are likely to be in demand, it would also be possible to buy out 'concentration' depending on the negotiation.

"Hello, what are they doing?

When he shouted considerably louder than earlier, he finally turned around.

Do men feel like they are in their twenties or fifties?

This wide range of expected ages is also due to the fact that Miasuka's mouth and jaw are connected by a mustache and the face is not well understood.

"Oh, hey, what are you. When did you take my back..."

I'm stunned, but anyone behind this guy can easily take it.

"I've spoken to you several times."

"You did, I'm sorry. No, I'm an entomologist, but when I find a rare insect, I can't see anything else."

"Are you an entomologist"

That's surprising. I didn't know you were a scholar, not a pharmacist.

The bearded entomologist scratches his head and beard with regret.

Every time there's a melt and some white powder spilled, but let's not worry about it.

... It stinks of irritation on your nose, but let's not worry about this either.

"Oops, bad, bad. Did you smell it? I've been camping here for over a week and I haven't washed my clothes or my body. Because I also apply bad insect repellent pills that bite and get sick. Doesn't that smell extra mixed up? Gahahahahahahahaha!"

Apparently, it was on my face.

I honestly want you to give me a break because when an entomologist shakes his body and laughs luxuriously, it increases the odor even more.

But is this scholar an actionist?

In my experience, scholars are divided into two main types.

Dawn in labs and private rooms, theorists.

The other takes itself to the scene, the Behavior.

The former is more common, but there are rarely scholars who move danger into action with awareness.

Speaking of scholarly skin, Demon Mania therapy is a doer, but there's a breeding facility, so it's just pulling off.

And well, I don't care about that. I'm worried about his qualities now.

"Are you an entomologist? That's unusual."

"Don't be often said. I don't remember how many times you told me to study demons and edible plants if I had time to examine creatures that didn't help."

I can't help but be told that.

This world is worthy of demonic information because demons are wielding fierceness, and you can gain tremendous wealth simply by discovering varieties that are resistant to both plants and drought.

It is a common perception that insects are worthless creatures by comparison.

"Are you a mouth that thinks insects don't do you any good either?

"Right. That's how you perceive pests."

"Nah. Surely there are as many insects that do harm to people as there are. But, uh, insects are great, huh? Even the dead leaves that lay on this ground, bugs eat and turn them into nourishing soil. That's why trees and plants grow. There are other beneficial insects that rot."

It's information I've lived for a long time but have never heard of.

I've never even thought to learn more about bugs in my life before that.

Entomologists keep talking about other beneficial and rare insects.

I said it didn't look alike, but its appearance looked overlapping in therapy.

"-But after all, I like insects, no matter who tells me."

Sweep out your yellow teeth and laugh like an innocent child.

I didn't understand the majority of the story, but only conveyed what entomologists seemed to enjoy.

"Whoa, I'm sorry. I talked to the first guy for a long time. You're a good listener!

"That's a pleasant compliment as a merchant."

"You're a merchant! You look like that, if you ask me."

Well, this flow would be okay to cut it out.

"Actually, we were dealing with a slightly special product. That's the skill. I own special, one-of-a-kind skills that allow me to buy and sell other people's skills."

"Well, that's unusual."

The entomologist who sat on the ground slapped his knee punched and stared at me.

Normally, you can't immediately believe me for explaining my 'buying and selling' skills, but this guy seems interested in this story, rather than believing it lightly.

So I revealed my ability to 'buy and sell' and offered to buy 'focus'.

"Uh, this skill? Is it possible to just leave level one, not all of it?

"Yes, we can split."

"Well, do you want me to buy it out? No, when I immerse myself in my work and hobbies at home, I can't hear my daughter and she's always pissed off."

Every time I laugh, white powder spills out of my hair and smells strange.

Is there a mixture of body odor and insect repellent medicine that produces bad odor? My body odor is in the way and I can't completely sniff it off, but the insect repellent pills also seem to mix with poisonous grass.

This unique fragrance... is that flower? Yellow and small flowers with slightly poisonous ingredients.

Entomologists seem harmless because they have 'poison resistance', but normal people are dangerous substitutes to apply to their skin.

My skin tingles and swells even if I just touch it, but another ingredient is more famous than that.

It is also known as a flower under the abdomen because when it is powdered and swallowed, it is attacked by sudden abdominal pain.

"Do you have a daughter"

"I thought you were surprised.

"No, that's not true"

"That's okay. You think weirdos like me are single. I had a perfect daughter-in-law, and she broke up dead. It's just my father and daughter now."

I don't think he's a bad person, but being the daughter of an entomologist with a lavish personality would also be a lot of fatigue.

I can't imagine my daughter from this father. I can't even say it's cool to flatter you, but there are patterns where my daughter is surprisingly beautiful against expectations.

"My daughter is just like her mother. The chores are perfect, and the food is good. She's a waste of my life."

"Well, I'm looking forward to going home."

When I give it back, my smile squeezes in an instant.

He sighs loudly and circles the ground with thin branches in his hand. It's a very easy way to get depressed.

Shut up and stare at me, I'm looking at you. Do you want me to listen to this?

"What's wrong?

"Actually, I don't want to go home. The truth is, the insect survey here was supposed to be over in three days, but it's been a week since I slipped."

"Is that also why you don't want to go home?"

He seemed to be waiting for that question, and when he raised his face with momentum, he approached me.

The stench has gotten stronger, so I'll take a step back.

"Actually, you know, what? Looks like my daughter had a man. You talk about men every day happily! Can you believe it, you're a man to that cute little girl, man!

Two more steps away from the entomologist scratching his head and screaming.

Shit, you've stepped into the most troublesome family situation.

When I say parent, I am basically told that I am sweet and obsessed with heterosexual children. Son if mother. Daughter if father.

This is gonna be a long time...

Then, a few dozen minutes later, he was told of many of his daughter's memories from childhood to the present day.

"Er. I'm still worried you're not going home."

"Oh, right. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

When I block the conversation and make a suggestion, I exhale an oversized sigh that seems to get my soul out of my mouth.

"If my daughter had concentrated on the book every time she talked about a man and tried not to listen to him as much as she could, she'd say, 'I'll never speak to your father again!' Or something like that. Don't you think it's awful?

It's like a waste of 'concentration', like an effective use.

"Besides... my daughter would like to introduce me to a man or something. That's the one! Oh, hello, hello, hello!

I mean, this guy doesn't want to see his boyfriend, so he's been looking for bugs while making a reality escape in a place like this?

He seems cowardly against his appearance.... No, I can't tell you what it's like to be a parent with a child because it's an area I don't understand.

Let's just give you unobstructed advice.

"Shouldn't we still go home? You must be worried."

"... right. If I don't get hungry, can't I?"

Raise your heavy hips and carry the luggage that was unwrought on the ground.

I no longer have the atmosphere to offer to buy skills. Suppose you give up buying and go back to the inn?

"Oh, and I want you to sell one skill instead of selling 'concentration,' okay?

"Of course, it's okay. What would you like?"

I didn't expect to be held back. I was supposed to buy and sell skills that were my original purpose.

The skill he wanted was' Precision Behavior, 'and when asked what to do with something like that,

"My only hobby is magic. If you're bringing your boyfriend, I thought I'd show him some good tricks to soothe the place. With this skill, it's easy to do advanced tricks, right?

An entomologist who says with a deep grin.

Don't activate 'Psychology'. But I know. It's a lying eye.

In the first place, it's frightening to entertain a boyfriend you hated so much. Sometimes a person accentuates a lie so unnaturally that they do not understand it when they speak a lie.

I was repeating the trick when I did it, so it's suspicious there.

I feel bad about it, but it doesn't look like I would do such a big thing. It's a kid who came up with a prank if you like.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"It's called a collector."

"Well, that's an unusual name. Well, a collector, if you like."

I was just a little curious about what I was thinking, so I decided to go with him to his house, in recognition of the entomologist's request that I be scared to go home alone.

The man's habitat is the Marutai cabin outside of town.

Built in a place rich in nature, where grass grew like him, who likes insects.

It was big enough for the two families to live together and the garden had laundry dried.

It must have just been dried because it's still damp. I mean, there's a good chance there's an entomologist's daughter in the cabin right now.

When I clear my ears, I hear talk from inside the cabin.

- That's for both men and women, too.

The entomologist also seemed to have heard and stopped moving with his hands on the door knob.

The agitation and anger come from the hindsight of trembling in small pieces. If you look closely, it's bright red to your ears.

I pushed the door open on behalf of the entomologist because the momentum seemed to keep me yelling.

"Father, welcome home... who is it?

A woman sitting facing each other indoors stands up and turns to her decent face.

Wasn't that a lie? Even if the eyes of her parents are removed, she calls her beautiful and looks unsupported. I'm sure he doesn't look like a father.

"Nice to meet you. I am a stubborn pedestrian. I had an affair with your father and he invited me... Am I interrupting?"

"Ah, no. There are very few people who feel comfortable with your father, so please be close to him."

He's a good loving kid and I know he wants to brag about it.

"I'm home now..."

"Dad! Where have you been walking? I promised I'd bring him in, but I didn't come home at all, so I worried!

She shrunk herself like she was only frightened for a moment when she yelled at me, but she immediately gave me a strong look and stared at the other one who was indoors instead of her daughter......

At the end of his gaze is a pure young man. I don't have any traits like this, but I don't look like a bad person.

"Nice to meet you! I'm letting you hang out with your daughter!

He is stretching his spine and bowing at right angles.

You look like an honest young man.

Peeping into the side of the entomologist, he looked like he had crushed the bitter bug.

That's an entomologist. And a crappy joke is about to come out of my mouth.

"Whose permission did you get to hang out with my daughter? ⁉ Ouch ⁉"

My daughter slaps relentlessly on the head of an entomologist who was awesome at a young man.

"By my permission! Because my father wants to sit down and talk. Ah."

Look at my face. You're confused about what to do.

I'm about to have a family discussion, but if there's an outsider pedestrian, it's awkward.

"I'll see you later..."

"No, some collectors, please. This guy is my careless friend. You don't mind if we talk together."

"You're being too forceful, Dad. But if it's not an inconvenience, can you listen to me with you? But if you don't, Dad, you'll never listen to me."

My daughter bows her head with a sorry look on her face.

A boarded boat, this was not one of the predictions. Let's try to hang out until the end.

My daughter and the young man sit side by side, pinching my desk and me and the entomologist sitting face-to-face.

I'm glad you're restlessly stepping on your feet next door, but I'll ignore you for now.

"Dad, this guy is with me."

"Uh, I'm thirsty. Hey, collector. Your throat, it's all right!

"Well, I guess so."

I see you're obstructing the story forcefully, but I'll get you on the story.

My daughter took a seat to boil her tea when she sighed.

Well, there are only three men on this occasion.

One of them flies a shooting glance and one of them has a bloody face but takes it from the front without looking away.

And being the last one, I... have nothing in particular to do.

I just met him today and he's not the kind of pattern to pinch his mouth, so I'll just keep an eye on him.

"You, uh, what? What do you think of our daughter?"

"Of course it is, my love"

"By the way, I don't like a man who speaks love easily."

The young man relaxed and shut up.

Next door is a man with a proud face.

"I brought you some tea. Dad... you know what happens to rice and laundry in the future if you say something weird to him, right?

I'm smiling, but there's a sharp light in my eyes that I can see from my narrowed eyes. Medium intimidation.

"Ooh. That's right! See, you had some baked sweets for the shelves. Let it out."

My daughter, who put a cup of tea in front of us, pulls back in again.

"I'm sorry I blocked the conversation. Have some tea."

The entomologist is ashamed of what he does, or pushes the cup for the youth all the way towards him to recommend tea.

At that moment, there was a slightly distinctive scent of flowers.

Exploring the source of the suspicious smell, it flows from the hands of the entomologist.

I just put some white powder in a little young man's cup. The scent drifts from the powder.

I see. Did you use 'Precision Operation' to put the powder you had hidden between your fingers?

... What's for the trick? That powder is definitely insect repellent medicine. Are you going to disgrace me here and make it a reason not to admit it to my daughter?

You're running wild on your daughter cuteness. Exactly this is too much, it should be stopped.

That's what I thought. I tried to pinch my mouth, but I watch the youth move and hold my mouth.

You just swapped it for an entomologist's cup by pretending to take the cup. I would have missed it if it wasn't for me.

"Appraisal" of youth skills in admiration of brilliant handiwork, there was "precision behavior" beyond level 10. And is there an 'act'?

This young man looks pristine and is a bender inside. If you're going to deal with this father, you might as well not be as loose as this.

An entomologist drinks up the contents of his cup in a good mood when he sees a young man put his mouth on the cup.

I thought I'd stop it, but I deserved it. Plus, it's 'poison resistant', so as long as you're not using some pretty powerful medication, you'll be fine.

"Well, I'm not a ghost either. Unless you look pitiful from now on, socialize with your daughter... socialize... look, I'm sorry, I'm just gonna take a seat off!

The entomologist, who stood up holding his butt down, ran into the bathroom with a small run of his inner crotch.

Did you slightly exceed 'poison resistance'? How powerful insect repellent drugs did you use?

I have a little pity for a sure entomologist to take care of the toilet for a few days as it is, so I walked over to the front of the toilet when I took a seat too.

If you're reflecting, I'll even offer you a pill for stomach pain.

"Whoa, whoa, why not? Ahhh. Ha!"

I hear a man groaning in agony from across the door.

"You've served medicine."

"Is that voice a collector?... I should have given him a drink, but why..."

"Didn't I get into mine by mistake, too? More than that, you're not impressed with taking insect repellent pills on your daughter's boyfriend. You can't miss that, too, if you abused the Precision Behavior I sold."

When I blamed it with a slight tone, I had a difficult roar to tell if it was a reflection or due to abdominal pain.

I'm sorry about that.

"Why did you use insect repellent medicine?"

"Because. Because I wanted to get rid of the bad bugs targeting my daughter..."

Who told you to say it was good?

After all, let's try to get some more reflection in the bathroom.

Because the insect repellent pills might turn around and make the bug a little better off.