You can't avoid her if you wait for her to move.

　Look at the stance.

　A slender girl with white hair. A slender girl with white hair, and a spear. A magical instrument. Her race is unknown, but she appears to be human. Ridder Knight] Fulkus. Normally, he's a reliable four-king who fights wearing black armor, but now he's a sword master and enemy.

　I draw my spear and accumulate - come.

　I, in the midst of a sprint, took a forward leaning posture and continued to advance.
　Feeling the pressure of the famous spear that pierces the space above my head, I succeed in approaching its wielder.

　With a low posture, I swing the sword in my right hand - what?

Good move.

　Right now, the tip of the spear that should have swung above my head is catching me.

It's just too late.

　From the time I poked it to the time I put it back, it was too fast.
　This is the spear version of "god speed". It's the kind of thing where you can't even catch your eye.

Hm.

　I couldn't see.

　But her thrust never touched my body.
　It was because I quickly made a cutting edge and caught the thrust with the belly of my sword.

''Guh...!

"M

　She looked frustrated, but I didn't have time to watch her expression.
　This is because I couldn't kill the impact of the thrust and my body was blown backwards in a big way.

　I stabbed the sword into the ground and tried to slow down, but failed.
　With a sad sound, it snapped off halfway through with a cracking sound.
　I was left to roll on the ground, and finally stopped when I was covered in mud.　

The End.

　She caught up with me and pointed the tip of the spear - though I use the tip of the spear dropped during training - at its neck.

''........I'm here.

"Hm.

　Nodding, Fourcas-san reached out his hand to me, and I grabbed it and stood up.

'Reme is a smart guy, after all. I've seen him a few times and he's got a 'response plan' in mind.

　I was able to avoid the first thrust because I had been beaten up a dozen times before. I found a pattern in it and thought I could get close at that time with that move.

But you only have to do it once.

You're training to make it happen. Don't you?

　Mr. Fulkus' words were short and precise.

'No, I'm sure. Um, could I have another bottle, please?

Sword.

　I approached a wooden box with a mess of magic-made swords stuck in it, the equipment of the dungeon. I brought the entire box with me for this training, but there should have been dozens of swords, but only two more were left.

　This is the training room in the beginning dungeon.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

　I drew my sword, caught my breath and stood in front of her.

''Nice to meet you.''

Yes.

　◇

　The training is done in the flesh.

　The lack of pain in the magical body (avatar) makes it difficult to feed back the experience.
　For example, the pain and numbness in the muscles makes it difficult to realize that you have used them.

'Oh...'

　I rolled over to throw my limbs out on the ground. As I roll onto my back, a false blue sky created by magic spreads across my vision. It's fake, but it's beautiful.

　I'm sweaty, out of breath, and just plain exhausted.
　But Mr. Fulkus is sitting beside me with a cool expression on his face. He's sitting there with a cool look on his face, holding his knees.

　In the end, I couldn't hit a single attack.
　If you used black magic, the result would have been different, but this is sword training.

''Don't you ever get tired, Fourcas-san?''

　Fighting in the flesh, I noticed that she didn't run out of breath. No matter how hard she moves, there's a breath, but that's all there is to the 'pause'. There's just the naturalness of breathing, and it's not disrupted by fatigue.

'Sometimes it's exhausting,'

What time is it?

'When you're hungry, it's exhausting to do anything.

I see...

　She's fine when she's not........

　Come to think of it, she was the one who toyed with Fenix the longest in the spear art and sword art exchanges.
　She bought time while relative to that guy with the holy sword covered in flames. He did his job without danger even then, and his ability is far from certain.

''Somehow, I hadn't heard about it until now, but Fulkas-san's race?''

"Secret.

I see.

If I guessed it, I'd say it was the right answer.

Take it off?

Rice for a year.

I'm going to refrain from answering your questions for now.

Shame.

　Extraordinary strength, speed, physical sturdiness, and arm strength leg strength.
　Somehow I can imagine it, but it's not a penalty that can be lightly mistaken.
　Let's be satisfied with the fact that it's that race, I guess. For now.

　Time passes without doing anything for a while.
　When I was recovering a bit of strength, Fulkas-san opened his mouth.

''Reme is still not very talented.''

Well, uh, yes...

　I'm shocked, but since Mr. Fulkus says it, it's probably not a bad word.

Just a good eye.

Really?

Not that it's some kind of 'aptitude' or anything,

...Oh, I see.

　It is said that the combination of "aptitude" is the "job title".
　If you have "mobility", "combat instincts" and "swordsmanship", you will become a warrior, for example.

　So, for example, there are people who have "mobility" but lack the other two, so they couldn't become a warrior.
　Even if you can't become the position (job) you wanted, you may still have an aptitude that is useful.

　Of course, that doesn't mean that I didn't have expectations in that area either.
　The result, sadly, was none.

　Mr. Fulkus praised my eyes, and I had high expectations, but I don't have excellent eyes.
　I can see far away, I can see the world slowly when I concentrate, I can grasp the situation around me just by looking at it for a moment.

'There's nothing to be pessimistic about. That in Reme is an acquired taste.

Acquired?

"'Aptitude' is a talent. The 'aptitude' is the 'orientation' of orientation.　

'Yes. You can do it without it, but you'll improve faster and have a higher limit if you have it.

"'Aptitude' must be a physical thing.

'Yes. It's not uncommon for an emotionally unacceptable [job title (job)] to manifest itself, and it's like what's appropriate for the body, not the mind.

Some things grow with the mind. Leme has that.

It's all in the mind.

　A mentor once praised me for having a strong heart.
　I still think back on it and it cheers me up. It's kind of too convenient, and sometimes I wonder if it's a dream.

For example, 'caring' isn't a talent. "For example, 'care' is not a talent, it's not just a superficial talent, the real 'care' is something that can be done by people who have a 'kind' heart. The heart is nurtured, it's not a given at birth.

　That's what I mean by that, it's not a talent.

Ah.........I kind of understand. When you say 'good eyesight', Fulkus-san, do you mean the ability to observe or something of that sort?

'Yes, Leme has been 'watching' the party for years. Always trying to make them win without any discomfort. That's how he honed his powers of observation. That's why he's so good at his job as a general strategist. Watch closely and look for ways to win. That's what I'm good at.

　Mr. Fulkus continues.

'Those eyes and black magic go hand in hand. It slows your enemies down, makes them weak and brittle, and then you can avoid their attacks and hit yourself.

　Until now, for example, not even my fan, Mila, had seen the potential for me to fight in close quarters.
　Of course, she supported me. She believed in my victory against the Fenix, too.
　But I don't think she ever imagined that I could beat her with my sword, for example.

'I'll adjust your eyes for one-on-one. If I can, it will be a little better.

　Still, from the point of view of Mr. Fulkus, who is a master, it's only a little better.
　It's fine.
　If you can advance, even if it's a step, it's a pleasure.

''........Thank you, I'll do my best.

　◇

　My name is Thor. I'm the master of this dungeon.

　Lately, I've been asking for help from Leme for strategy and from Fourcas for guidance, and it seems that my dignity, which I didn't have before, has been further diminished, but I'm still going strong today.

　But I am the master of this dungeon.

　The prize money is fully paid for by Leme-san. I intend to return it eventually, but it's not a light amount.
　That's partly why I found out that he really intends to help me out, but I should pay him back as soon as possible, and I should strive to do so.

　In order to do so, I must first repay the money I owe Lord Ferro.

　Honestly, I couldn't think of this when I was in despair.
　This is probably thanks to Reme, Fourcas-san, Kash-san, Demon King-sama, and the rest - Kay.

　While the pathetic Lord was unfaithful, he received a call from the Demon King's Castle, accepted their cooperation and brought the three of them here.
　Kay and I have been friends since we were young, but she always helps me out.

''Well ... ah, there you are.''

　I was in the dining room.
　By the way, various seats are made for sub-humans.

　For the goblin, a short legged chair and a short table.

　For Kay, a table to match her height.

　A sturdy chair for an orc like me.

　I guess it's more difficult when there are many sub-humans like in the Demon King's Castle.

"Kay.

Oh, piggy, no, what can I do for you, Lord?

　Did you just call me a pig?

I think it's terrible, isn't it?

Excuse me, but the pigs are adorable.

Oh, I thought it was for the pigs.

Do you want me to change my attitude towards you now?

　Kay, the horse man, stops eating his salad and laughs teasingly.

'Well no, no, it's fine, but stay tuned. And if you suddenly turn nice to me, that scares me.

Excuse me, Orc. I'll always be nice to you.

That's debatable, isn't it?

No.

Oh, yeah...

　I give up.

'What can I do for you, anyway?　I have a job to do after this to fight off the bounty-driven fools.

Ah, you know what, Mr. Ferro, have you ever heard of a tag team tournament?

It's a two-man, two-player, no-species, magical body (avatar) tournament.

'Yes!　That's the one, but they said there was a bounty on that one too.

Yeah. That guy has a lot of money.

　Not long ago, I wouldn't have thought of doing it even if I had thought of it.

I mean, will you join me in the convention?

　It's an amount of money that would be enough for several dungeon prizes, perhaps to attract attention.
　The idea is to use the money to repay the debt to Mr. Ferro.
　I'm sure she'd be willing to cooperate with me, saying something like that...

I don't want to?

What?

Oh, but don't worry, it's okay. I'm on the same page.

The same, huh?　Oh, does that mean you're already paired with someone else?

Yes.

Yeah, I'm just curious who it is.

Huh. Listen to me, pigmouth.

　I mixed it up. A pig and the Lord.

"I'll be competing with Master Fulkus. We've already entered.

　Oh, there's a better chance of winning than teaming up with me.
　It's shameful, but that's what I thought.

　But I didn't even think about it at the time.

　I didn't think about it at the time, but I didn't think that Leme would be able to compete with someone else.