Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

One day at noon.

As usual, shortly after Midea left Hermes' mansion by herself, Pitta moved.

Midea Mukenai, granddaughter of Saint Perseus the Sword.

At age 15, by blood muscles and two (,,) exceptional leaders, she herself has already grown into one of the best swordsmen on the continent.

……

Therefore, there is no such thing as detecting signs.

As she stepped out of the mansion grounds, she noticed sights and signs.

"I know you're there, you're not hiding. Why don't you come?

Turn in the direction of no one, and say it out in the face.

At the same time, it unleashes a struggle to explore.

It's like a bat ultrasound.

Ability to emit sound waves that are deafening to people's ears and sense the terrain around them to the extent that they have bounced back.

If you are as masterful as Midea, you can use your fighting spirit to explore the intentions of your opponent (,) to some extent.

As a result, it was found that the other party had no malice, but Midea was still not distracted.

That was her first-rate proof left, and it was the last deciding factor that moved the other person.

"Oh, my God, that's right. I'm just at my brother's."

One man came out of the shadows.

Curos Mafros.

He is also in the realm of the strong to the extent that he is a deputy leader of the gang of bandits and fantasy groups and is able to understand more than he speaks in an exchange of struggle and attitude only.

"What brother?

"It's about the lord here."

"You mean the master?

"We call ourselves brothers, there are all kinds of circumstances there and well the biggest is the strong will of the brothers in there. Isn't your 'master' the same thing?

Midea snorted for a moment.

"Yeah, a lot happened. There was also the selfishness of the master."

"Haha, I also feel somewhat aware of that 'selfishness'. So, we're brothers, you're the master. Can you see we're not enemies of each other?"

"That's right."

Midea took hostility.

I let her do that by reading "chi" as a master and read that it was not harmful to the other person 10%.

I have 90% confidence in a man named Hermes.

"Why don't you talk to me someplace?"

"Fine."

Curos and Midea walked shoulder to shoulder.

A short distance from the mansion, he comes to the downtown area of the town of Pindos and enters the liquor store where he does it even during the day.

"Welcome aboard - Dreams on Ghost Midea"

To the point where the saloon owner who welcomed him, the commercial smile he had worked out over the years, was blown away, the combination of these two was quite destructive to the people he knew.

"Oyaji, have the best seats."

Curros threw a small silver coin bag at the store owner, and also put on a smile at the service indicating no hostility.

The shopkeeper glanced at it and led them to a private room on the third floor of the store where the streets could see down.

After a while the food was carried, Curos and Midea toasted with light liquor.

"Nice drink."

"Thanks. So, will you let me talk to you?

"Fine. It's not that much of a story."

Curros told Midea.

That Hermes met Hermes shortly after the original captain lost his life in an accidental accident that was attacked by an orga, and that Hermes got something important back from the orga.

I was comfortable with Hermes for that, and I worshipped him down and made him my brother.

And I talked about it without covering it up, but objectively, there is some confusion.

Curros said "worship me down," but objectively it's more right to have a form like a pushing wife.

But it evoked Midea's empathy.

"I, too, asked my master very much to be my disciple."

Now it's Midea's turn to talk about her previous body.

This is another difference in perception due to subjectivity, and Midea says she asked me to be her apprentice, but it's a pushy, feminine form, just like the Dreams.

Similar shapes, and similar differences in perception.

In an instant, they were even more intentional.

"I see. But I knew you were strong."

"Well, of course. It's enough to push my grandfather into hiding."

"Saint Perseus the Sword. I've heard so much about its strength that it can be tapped in my ear as a martial arts tradition over there, but is it better than that? That's my brother."

"But I, I have only one problem."

"Disgruntled?"

"What the master says about not giving out his name. That's why I'm an apprentice now."

"Yeah, so are we. My brother is trying to hide his identity and strength for some reason. Strange."

"It's a mundane."

Two people who drink and are more and more willing.

"Speaking of which, what's it like to be nasty? Is that the kind of real person you have?

"Yeah, I'm not here. Completely made up. It would be nice if I made a name for myself as a swordsman, such as a dojo, but not a Hermes disciple, but a Nanas disciple. That's all the story."

"I see."

Curros thought without picking his chin.

After a while, do it, and loosen the corner of your mouth.

"I have a good idea."

"What? What?

"You haven't been told you can't name Nanas."

"Yeah."

"Then why don't we join hands? We're gonna do a big job and the new captain's gonna be nasty. Either way, it's only a matter of time before my brother says," Don't tell me the captain is a hermes. "

"haha, say, absolutely say"

"I'll have to make up a fictional person then, but there may be a coincidence that I'll be named after you."

"... there is."

to, and Midea also widened her mouth angle.

Because I understood Curros' suggestion.

"If that's the case, strike a bad man who can't complain and impose on a cold village who can't complain. Master is such a good person, so if you stiffen these two up, you'll be 'stuffed' even if you want to complain."

"That's right. We can be together for a long time. Oh, my God."

"I'll help too"

"Oh, please."

The two laughed at each other and toasted again.

A few days later, Midea and the Dreams set up a joint front and executed "Take it away from the unpleasant bad guy and apply it to the unpleasant cold village", which is no different from the first concept they decided on.

It was the Dreams that executed it, and its leader was a man called Nanas.

The Nanas was disguised by Midea, and she waved the "Nanas stream" that she recently showed over here, confirming her credibility as Leader-Nanas.

Midea and the Dreams, by the overwhelming act of banditry of both.

Nanas-Hermes' fame became a nagging climb where he was not involved at all.