It's shifting from spring to summer, and even though it's still morning, the sun is still pouring down hard. Meanwhile, an adventurer was moving through the streets of Emosion.
　Wearing a leather armour that emphasizes mobility, he has a sword sheath hanging from his waist. This alone seemed to me to be an ordinary warrior everywhere who seemed a little feeble in his expression, but he would have looked up in astonishment. Icebirds over a meter long were flying leisurely in the sky.
　But of course, few of them lived normally and looked up, so few of them saw icebirds flying in the sky.
　A very small number of Guard soldiers watched it, but as long as they were registered as guilded demons, they could not say anything in particular and remained silent. Or there were a few, if not a few, who were fascinated by the friendly Icebird Shen's flight.
　Anyway, with Icebirds flying over the sky, Hendeca runs through the city to its destination.
　Even though it's lightweight, it's like an adventurer to be able to keep running with leather armour on. They continue to run through the city, and eventually they see the building ahead of them. In this town of Emocion and in a number of arms shops, this is the recommended shop that the owner of the inn told me about.

"Give me a bow!"

　Hendeca screams as soon as she enters the arms store.
　Several adventurers in the shop, or a middle-aged man in his 40s, suddenly look at Hendeca.
　Eventually he realized that he was focused on himself. He approaches the shopkeeper at the counter, blushing.

"Well, may I have your bow?"
"Oh? Oh, of course it's business here, so I don't mind... what's your budget?"
"Well, yes," Three pieces of silver, please."
"...you can't buy such a good thing at that price?"
"Yes, that's all right. For the time being, it's all right to use it in one battle. Also, not just bows, but arrows."
"We're in business, so I don't mind selling things." Wait a minute."

　a shopkeeper who says so and heads to the back of a counter Seeing him off, Hendeca suddenly noticed the adventurers around her looking at her, and she blushed embarrassedly, remembering her words and deeds, until the shopkeeper came back with a bow and arrow.





"...well, I was embarrassed, but I got the bow and arrow, and I must get my hunch right away."
"Kiss!"

　Perhaps because of the port city, Hendeka muttered in a section of the training ground built under the guild, holding a bow and looking around, and next to it, she cried out like she was cheering.

"But it's a guild in a port city, isn't it?" I didn't think they had proper facilities for practicing archery."

　While bowing may be an effective means of attack against pirates and monsters swimming in the sea, there were well-maintained facilities -- but not so elaborate -- in the guild training ground in the city of Emocion.
　Drawing the bow, he aimed and fired at a target he thought had been created by the magic of the earth at the end of his gaze.
　The arrow, whizzing through the air, hits the earth's target... right foot.

"Well, I haven't used it for a long time, so it's dull."

　Breathe out, shoot the arrow again, and pull the bow.
　The sound of cutting air echoed again, but the next hit was the target's left arm.
　Although he had been hunting since he was little, he had not touched the bow for years, so it is only natural that his arm falls off. No, it might be fair to say that he has some skill in archery when he hits the target with a bow he touched for the first time in several years.
　After that, he pulls the bow he had just bought and shoots the arrow. Eventually, by the time the arrows he had bought for practice, rather than for tomorrow's production, were gone, the target of the soil before Hendeca's eyes was shot all over his body, seemingly like a spiny hedgehog.
　The head of the target Hendeca aimed at, or the center of the torso, is pierced by some arrows, but in order to understand that they are almost accidental products, pull the arrows out of the soil and back into place to draw the bow.

"Cheer up, Cheeky.

　Shen's cries in support of his master, and adventurers who practised archery and swords elsewhere, looked admiringly at Hendeka, who was merely practicing archery.





"Is this enough for the potions?"
"Well, I don't know how powerful the Lem Race is, so maybe I should buy it a little bit more with a little more leeway. So far, Ray told me that all we know is sea spears, right? Even if they are forcibly transferred to the ground, we don't know if they're water-magic or race-specific, but they're not completely usable. But I'm sure it'll be much less powerful than fighting at sea."

　Two adventurers are walking through the streets of Emocion in clear weather.
　One is Egrett with Paul Ax on his back, and the other is Miloire, his partner.
　What they were doing was buying consumables that would be used in tomorrow's fight against Rem Race, and being the longest adventurer in the race.

"What else do you need?"
"It's a sea monster, isn't it? They might use paralysis or poison, so that's the antidote. You know, you've fought a giant turtle monster on the beach before?"

　Egrett explores the memory of Miloire's words and soon comes to mind.

"Oh, that hard fellow," You've had a hard time beating him, haven't you? When he was in danger, he quickly withdrew his arms and legs into the shell and sprayed venom all around him."
"Yes, that's it. I was asked by fishermen to fight against Rank C monsters for a low commission. They might use poison or something like that. We need to prepare a solution."
"... Come to think of it, aren't the fishermen around here troubled by monsters?"
"Isn't that all right? There are so many adventurers coming into this city right now for REM races, so if something happens, they'll be asked to kill you right away. Also, fishermen can manage a certain amount of monsters themselves. It's rare that a turtle-like monster as tall as 2m comes close to the land as it did then. or you can't live as a fisherman in the first place."
"I see,"

　Egrett shrugs slightly after hearing Miloire's explanation. For Egrett, the more opportunities he has, the better. Even if it were to fight a monster tomorrow that threatens the surrounding area of Remrace.
　While talking together, Egrett frowns uncomfortably on the way to the tool store or arms store.

"Egret?"

　Miloire, quickly aware of the unusual circumstances of his partner, observed Egrett's gaze at the narrow road beside the street... more precisely at the five men standing in front of him.
　The men, too, may have decided that they don't mind being told that they are looking at the Egrett. Egrett and I looked at each other, but they didn't seem to have moved... or rather provoking eyes.
　Egrett and Miloire had no idea, but they were among the five adventurers who fought a flock of goblins the day before near the highway, and at the same time it was their ship that sank as a result of trying to buy a ship and kill a REM race with Ray at the helm. But less than five days have passed since Egrett and Miloire came to the city, and they never know the adventurers' origins. At the same time, unfortunately, the men didn't know that the person they were fighting with was a Rank B skilled adventurer.

"Oh, not at all... don't take too long.

　Follow Egrett on his way to the men, and touch him with his hand to wave the whip from the instrument beside his waist.

"I think you've been looking over here for a long time. Do you have anything to do with us?"

　Egrett's question is probably representative of the men. A man with a beard opens his mouth with a shabby smile.

"Oh, I'd like to talk to you said. Why don't you come all the way here?"
"Well, I see," That would save us both trouble."

　Ordinary people may have been frightened by the wildness of adventurers. Or even a low-ranking adventurer would have done the same. But Egrett is a combat-loving nature, and at the same time he doesn't think deeply enough to call his partner a brain muscle. Thus, though it was a blatant invitation, he followed the men with a fierce smile.
　He went on, and in less than a minute he reached the end of the road, and a bearded man, who was supposedly the leader. At the same time, other adventurers surround them, including behind them, in an effort not to miss them."And when we're ready, let's hear it just in case." What do you mean?"
"Oh, that's a simple story. I'd like you to call that cheeky adventurer, Ray. Here, of course, the Gryphon is without the devil."
"Well, I guess it's jealousy of Ray's continuing to make money by himself?"
"... Shut up! Now that the ship has sunk, there's no time left for it. There's no doubt that Ray is hiding something. I'll have you called me at any cost."
"Well, what are you going to do when you call me?" Ray is an adventurer with a different name despite his rank C. He's like you, but he can't do anything about it, can he?"
`Oh, I'm sure he'd be all right without a Gryphon!'

　He's not making a name for himself, but for his Gryphon, Seto. Anyone who saw Ray in person could be misinterpreted as his small stature, his delicate body, and his robe, which only looks like an apprentice wizard. However, even those people would understand that their assumptions must be wrong as soon as they see Ray fighting.

(...no, that's not true.) I suppose these guys believe that the imagination that suits them is real. I don't think I could have taken such a comfortable attitude if I had seen Ray wielding the scythe.)

　Miroir calls out to his partner after he has dropped several levels of assessment from the adventurers surrounding him and Egrett.

"I don't mind doing it," But it's going to be a big trouble, so let's just break it."
"Yes!"

　With a fierce smile on his back, Egrett reached for Paul Ax... without reaching for him, but instead clenched his fist and thrusted into it.
　After a few minutes, many city dwellers will see adventurers coming out of this alley with a few broken limbs.





"Set!"
"Grunt!"

　At Ray's call, he flaps his wings as he slants.
　Where Seto's body was a moment ago, the tip of a sea spear that grew from the sea level.
　However, even if it's a REM race, almost ten other spears of seawater will come in unison covering the set.

"Fly off!"

　With Ray's cry, a death-size attack is launched, and several seawater spears are gathered together to cut off Seto.

"Roll-rolling.

　Don't miss a momentary gap in the siege, Seto breaks through the siege by fluttering his wings high.

"Well, when I see you do the same thing over and over again, I wonder if there are few means of attack itself, or simply not very smart... and I still don't know why I should concentrate my attack only on Seto."

　He took a moment's view of the ship as it left port muttering, and then he watched the surroundings again.

"I refused tomorrow's request just in case, so if I could make it through today, there should be no problem."

　Ray muttered involuntarily as he watched more than ten spears of seawater being made again.
　Thus, each day passes as a preparatory period for tomorrow's decisive battle.