268 268, at the training ground

Because of this, I thought I'd say hello to the seniors at the guild, but I don't have any seniors I know.

It hasn't been a year since I signed up, but it looks like we've got a lot more people.

Sometimes it might be a good idea to pretend to be alone in the training ground. I'll be staying with you on summer vacation, Steed.

It's a way of studying in a coffee shop when you're not studying at home.

Though I have the soul nerve to be coached by seniors who have approached me so well.

Build a water bag out of a water wall, bareback or straw, that's such an archery.

Shake the tiger thoroughly in the moulded motion as I remember my archery with you, Steed. Miso in front of me. Doesn't it look good for you at this age?

Sometimes I kick, head poke and bite as if I remembered. Punch the patterned head in, kick and tackle the knee.

From the side, it might just look stress-relieving or something rampant. Actually, yes. It's not stress relieving, but it's rampant. I couldn't get underneath and bounce off the Cobolt undead, so I'm trying to force him to storm off from now on.

I just don't want to bite the zombie opponent though.

"Don't do anything funny. Did you learn that from the union president?

"Ah, good job! How was the oak? Did you find it? This move is just plain rampant.

The fifth star, your sister, Mr. Gomoriere.

"Well, it looked like an unusual move. Did you hear that? There he is. He's tough inside. That's what a concubine deserves.

Really? Oak is such a weak image. I guess some strong oaks.

"It was a hot fight. They did everything in their power to strike their concubines. It's a beast. The concubine took it all. Sometimes we dealt with two or three at the same time, but that's good again. Curse, be strong and big. Because if you do, I'll take care of them.

"Thank you!

But there's no winning in the melee, is there?

"Curse than that, can you let me use that? That sounds interesting.

"Of course it is. Go ahead."

I keep my water bag magically fixed further at my feet so that it doesn't fly away.

Mr. Gomoriere is beating him up. Fast as a jab. The bag rocks heavily. Even though it only works with a pull if it's me.

The next moment, Mr. Gomoriere's hand was poking through the bag. Too awesome.

What is this?

If Mr. Gomoriere were to beat you up, do you mean you can't prevent it without being fairly thick and magical?

Next, he turned and kicked, and the bag was broken. What a horrible kick...

I'm putting my hands flat at the end of the day. I wonder what it is?

The next moment, the water bag exploded.

This is me! Come on! Come on!

Wow! I've never seen it before!

"Last arr, how did you do it!?

"Until I flushed the magic at high pressure. It doesn't work for most demons. It works great for slime and stuff.

Is it magic? Mother said magic would be nothing without giving it the form of magic. I mean, this is a new discovery that my mother doesn't even know about...? Did Mr. Gomoriere find this on his own...... wow!

"Gomori, were you here? You're jealous that you and Curse are alone.

It's Mr. Eloise. It's beautiful whenever you look at it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Have you passed the carving limit? Let's go right away. Then, Curse, don't fail to refine. Also."

"Ha! Thank you for today! Thanks again for your guidance! And Mr. Eloise..."

Mr. Eloise has gone since he turned his glossy gaze on me... that guy has a good voice too. "Shall I make it easier for you? 'I don't know what to say.