Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Ark, who met God, learned some truth and was very surprised. This morning, when it came to accidents, the shock of killing one person was also such a shock that it quickly flew somewhere. A rebirth from accidental death, a large number of victims besides myself, accompanied by them, the irrationality that what I thought was a dream was real. An old family that suddenly became clear. Face of son, wife, parents, and brother and his family. After many times making sure it was true and false, I asked him what he had been more questionable than before. It's a way to use your own unique skills.

Oh, my God, they say [Transformation (Polymorph Self)] is conditional on its use while touching itself and the near-physique, same-sex body tissue. I couldn't tell you anything more, but body tissue seems to be sufficient with a single hair.

But the time allowed for the question ran out when I changed the way I asked and tried to ask the question.

I woke up the next morning. Ark thought I'd give it a try. There are also several Pu (Hume) boys in the village dressed similar to themselves. Well, I just figured out how to try it, and Ark noticed Hatha.

([Transformation (Polymorph Self)] transforms in an instant? So not good......)

"Ark, I know how you feel, but don't look weird in the morning"

The distant second brother of the year, Irvin, has noticed.

"This is Irv. Ark didn't just say that yesterday. It's Lacorg's funeral today, and Ark will be in the river until then. If you don't want to eat, you don't have to, and the archaeologist can take the day off. But you have to be at Lacorg's funeral."

My mother took me for a ride. To be honest, Ark was already flying somewhere about yesterday's accident, but it's a boat to cross to say you can wave the big hand and be alone.

(Let me sweeten that word here. I just wanted time to think a lot)

I rushed to get rid of my depressed look and I said, "Well, I'm sorry. I want to be alone for a little while," he said, leaving the house. I thought I was sorry for Irv looking at me like that at first, but when I dared to just look down and cursorily leave the house, I rushed out towards the banks of the river.

(Wait! Don't panic. Isn't that just a dream? No wonder it was a dream created by my delusions.... but the unique skills of red letters do catch my eye, and I have a slightly clearer memory. Maybe thinking skills too...... jump through and it's an unusual category)

Running legs only got faster, too.

(Given that, don't decide it's just a dream too soon. But when you think calmly, it's unlikely that you could try a transformation... rather than be a masked rider or something like that! It's usually that way when you're transformed!

It's already turned into a mere walk.

(... Well, that's good. But... and what you're saying is the ability to be someone else? If you're not a person who knows that too...... no, even a guy you don't know can you look like that if you get hair or cut nails or something like that if you're somewhat close to race and gender and stature...... sounds like you could use it for a lot of things...)

Arriving on the banks of the river, Ark threw Po properly into the river surface when he picked up the stone.

(Several valid applications are possible…. But if none of them grasp the properties of [Transformation (Polymorph Self)] fully, the danger becomes greater. Besides, you're basically more likely to be exposed to danger... starting with those who grasp the traits)

He then lowers his back to the riverside and unconsciously throws a stone at him again.

(This is not the only information I get from my dreams. There are many more important things. It's not too late to think about it after you've tried [Transformation (Polymorph Self)] and proved it's not a dream)

Ark did so until noon. He was a riverside dweller until evening even after he went to the funeral, but everyone in the village kept him away from the side even when he saw such an arc.

The next day, Ark said he wanted to be alone again and had breakfast before leaving the house immediately. I broke my heart choosing a place where people wouldn't get too close just in case nobody saw me.

(... Yay, let's do it... hey, transform!

I pulled and stretched the hair of the enslaved child secretly obtained at yesterday's funeral home with both hands, strongly mindful of using my inherent skills as I stared at it.

"! Gu, gu, gu! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

My eyes tickle. It hurts like the whole body is swamped. The pain lasted for quite a while, and when my consciousness was hazy about too much pain, it finally pulled me off.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

He held his own body with both arms, drooling to his covetousness, but now it was not hard at all. Has the transformation been completed yet? I took a peek at the frightening river surface.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh"

I don't even know what the face is made of, but the color of the black hair that should have appeared on the water (everyone) looks like the lime green I was staring at earlier. He doesn't have a heart, or he seems to be changing his body. I feel a little taller and a little light-hearted. This is also a characteristic of the owner of this hair. When I look at my hands, my skin looks subtly white, too.

"Wow, this is it!

Ark voiced his emotion unexpectedly. Then, I don't know, it was a very uncomfortable voice. It's not my voice I've been used to hearing, it's a different voice than the voice of the owner of this hair.

(Oh, my voice isn't the same as the one others hear. Did he sound like this to you)

I was totally lost in excitement about my transformed body. The concept of time is an equal visitation to any thing.

"Ooh! Damn it! Geez!"

(Ouch eh! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

Suddenly that pain hit me again. After suffering for what seemed like an eternity, he was back in his dark hair when he moved his face to the river surface. Was it just about enough time to have been transformed? Also, the time my body was in pain seemed to be about as long now as I thought.

(What do we do? I still have my hair and would you like to try again? But I don't know if it hurts like that again...)

Ark butted in when he remembered the pain earlier. It is not impossible to talk about.

(No, it's changed to status or I need to make sure...... at least to that extent......)

[Gaspar Marmos/15/5/7429]

[M/21/7/7427]

[Pu/Lampert Family Owned Slave]

Ark fell asleep to lose his mind while enjoying the lust for sleep that had suddenly struck him right after the dazzling pain had passed as well. He then quickly turned to the severe pain that had struck him, forcing him to wake up, but when the pain pulled, he fell asleep. By the time I woke up, the sun was almost near Jomtien. I fell asleep for about five hours swallowing.

I rushed home and had lunch peeking at the complexion of my family was tasteless like biting sand.

From my family, such arcs seemed to be sinking in increasing numbers yesterday.

"Ark, if you're not feeling well, take the rest of the day off."

His father calls out to Arc, who eats a meal with Mosomoso while he leans down. An eight-year-old killed a man, not to mention an accident. I was very worried about the shock. Drowning his youngest son, a distant of his age, he was caring for my young child and intended to exempt him from archery for the time being. Muscles seem good there, and this kid would be able to get it right back after a week or even a break from archery there, maybe he had that idea.

Ark, who went out on his own again, went all the way to the riverside and thought as he threw a stone at him.

About a year has passed. When transforming, be careful. Always after twenty one o'clock, I was trying to go and do it after my family had calmed down and then to a vacant lot a little far from home. Of course, we don't go on bad days. Besides, these days I've also tended to take time off. It hurts. In the first place, arc had already grasped the information there about the inherent skills of [Transformation (Polymorph Self)], although naturally if it took so long.

One, the time required for transformation is about enough at the beginning and at the end. However, when the level of intrinsic skill increases, the time required is shorter one by one. The highest level now is probably about a minute at a time.

One, you can cancel the transformation at any time at your will, even when you are transforming. But naturally, you know, it can be painful to alter the structure of the body.

One, during the transformation (until the effect time expires), by using the skill while still touching the catalyst, it is possible to continue the transformation starting at that point without any pain. It is also possible to transform it into yet another person (naturally you will need the hair of the target person, etc.) if you are ready for pain.

One, you can (it seems) display the subject's status as it is during the transformation. Naturally, there was no way to see my status during the transformation.

One thing, when the level of inherent skill increases, the amount of time that can be transformed increases. I didn't measure it accurately (the truth is that I couldn't do it), but it seems that the transformation time is quite long now, when the level of inherent skill is nine of the maximum. Until the level reached five, it was measured to some extent when the level rose, but there were plenty of more than five hours at that point. As I expected, we could be transformed for two thousand five hundred and sixty minutes now, nearly two days.

One, at the moment, it is possible to transform more than a hundred times in a row. Apparently, the number of possible transformations between taking a break is accustomed to skill, which increases slightly. Somehow, but two to ten times, I feel like every time I reach the limit, it's increasing by about a percentage. But it'll be enough for the boulder. I came quite used to that pain that I had received at least twice a day, and the time it took for one transformation was considerably shorter, but what hurts hurts.

So far it has been found to this extent, but I didn't actually forget the other important thing. level up. Ark never played video games in his previous life. But I knew about what it was like. In any case, he was born in 1980 A.D. Invader games existed at birth, and famous computer role-playing games were on sale before going to elementary school. Some of his classmates enjoyed those computer games, but he had no interest in them.

However, even after his assignment to his alma mater high school as a teacher, some of the students played with such objects. Naturally, some knowledge will be acquired while in contact with students. But even if I had it as knowledge, I didn't know the details to the content, so looking at the status window didn't immediately link it to the game. Instead of that, it might be more unusual to tie it to the game with just that.

But a lot of information I got when I met a being named God. The keyword level up that was included in it. Status windows. Demons. Magic. Subhuman. Skills specific to special skills. Those things were uncomfortably connected, digested in me, and I felt convinced with Ston.

(What, this is my dream? No, I don't think it's a very dream. Whatever it is, it's too long, and it's unnatural to say that you don't wake up feeling the kind of pain you feel when you transform. So you're really saying you were reborn?

The last thing I was sure of was that I was in a plant state when I had a train accident, and I was likely to have a long dream. However, dreaming means that there will be an EEG. I thought it was most likely that he just wouldn't regain consciousness due to some kind of shock.

I thought about whether I could do something to regain consciousness even as an arc, but I gave up immediately. You don't wake up feeling that pain when you [Transform (Polymorph Self)]. You won't wake up until you kill yourself. Then I just thought, "Enjoy this dream." Naturally, I also thought about killing myself, but I couldn't really wipe it out of the corner of my head in case it wasn't a dream, so I wasn't willing to try that much.

Currently, Ark makes a certain hypothesis. The hypothesis is to level yourself up by gaining experience. If this world is a product of one's imagination and a dream, one is fully convinced. Maybe he was interested in games like the ones the students talk about unconsciously. When I was in college, I went to a gaming center with friends, but what I saw there was just like a game of fighting that was popular at the time and manipulating little fighters to destroy the enemies that appeared on the screen.

Ark also had knowledge of what he called a role-playing game, but it didn't attract any interest at all, so he finally threw it into a corner of his memory and was dusty. But were you interested somewhere?

(Something, because this is how I dream about it)

Though I was caught in the unexpected development of a slightly exciting emotion, I turn to another matter without thinking deeply about it.

(It would also be important to create your own body. If my Puppet is like a human being, running from about twelve is enough. I've already started flexible gymnastics... I'll take my sword and spear a little seriously... I'm only nine, but it's no use knowing the mould)

If only he had a goal, Ark was a man who could make some effort. He graduated from one of the most advanced schools in the city and studied physical education science in the department of education at a school called the highest school in Japan. I was also proud that I was more profound in building my body efficiently than my brain muscle teacher who graduated from physical education college there.

Ark started to be conscious of working out his body efficiently by pulling out his hands so that he wouldn't find out where he was going to do his best, which was still too early. If you have the same body structure as a human, it's possible to keep working out until you're about thirty. Of course, it's not enough to be a gumshara because it's not about aspiring to be an Olympian or wanting to be the strongest soldier. The main objective is to get used to some training and to develop an understanding of the swordsmanship and movement of the oath.

(I don't care what you think. Not a single guy is exercising for the purpose of building his body. I guess endurance and other health form in time of war and only think to an adequate extent if they can travel to some extent. To that extent, it can be said that the physical strength acquired naturally in normal archaeology is sufficient.... Phew, only the highest level of civilization is about the fifteenth century. It was at the end of the eighteenth century in an early country that professional training in improving physical abilities was incorporated into military training. Japan's ninja group is an exception. That's the end of the sixteenth century.)

It hardly makes sense before the corresponding health, such as a small sword move. Of course, I have no desire to deny sharpening my sword or spear skills with Ark. I also understand that it is important. But I also knew that I had only been in touch with Kendo for quite some time, an area that could be reached by anyone depending on the amount of archaeology to some level, but finally after a distracting endeavor when at a high level, and beyond, an area where a handful of talented humans could reach the end of a blood seeping endeavor.

I can also say that I just couldn't find the point in trying to reborn or reach that level in the world of dreams. In short, that's why I'm just not willing to get serious and punch it into my sword or spear. But it's not like I don't do the archery entirely, but I guess I was thinking about if I wasn't dreaming somewhere yet, behind the fact that I kept doing the archery quite that much while I was out of my hands.

(A sword spear or other crowd is sufficient. It's more effective to gain strength than that. It's more important to know about other parts of the world, culture, and leveling than that in the first place)

That's what I was spending. There are more or less eye-catchers on how to gain experience. All you have to do is kill the living. Of course, it won't just be people. I wonder if it would be good for a horse or a cow. But all those large livestock are expensive, and no reason to kill them. Pigs are precious too, and only one family in the village keeps them in the first place. It is an important poultry in which chickens are present but precious eggs are obtained.

So what do we do? Thoughtful arc also thought about apprenticing to a hunter with several people in the village, but then he could spend the rest of his life as a hunter. It is the end of the fall. I even thought about transforming and impersonating someone else to commit murder, but so far, I can only transform into a child. It has not been found that postmortem muscle strength, etc. remains the same or becomes the subject of the transformation. I can't help but care so far because neither seems to make a big difference, but it will soon be an important issue. I'll have to verify that one day, too, but I can't help but care about it at the moment.

(I can't help but be in a hurry from now on. It's going to be a big problem if that person is with someone all the time on the day of the crime.)

I had already split about exposing my sins to someone. If you try arc (it's in my dreams anyway, and there's nothing like being able to blame someone. In my dream that I decided to kill someone in the first place. I don't care.) It was about recognition. But somewhere (not in my dreams), I also remained feeling that during the day, I couldn't cut myself off enough to soften up the impotence of committing a grand murder.

It's been a year and two years since I've done that. My parents also taught me some simple little magic (Cantrip). Almost at the same time, one very important thing was found. What Ark was trying at the time was the question of how much physical difference could be subject to transformation. Secretly gather the hair of a Pu man in the village and try [Transformation (Polymorph Self)] while staring at it in his hand. If you can transform without knowing whose hair it is, you will soon find out who it was able to transform into by looking at its status, so you don't have to aim to collect it.

You go to the proper Puppet house, you say, "Give me water," and you go inside and you sit around and you get a lot of hair and stuff.

The tolerance of a general transformation was found from the hair collected that way. Probably about ± 20% for height. About ± 50% of the weight seems to be the limit. The target age is probably unlimited. There was no change in the number of times small magic (Cantrip) was used. However, he confirmed that he could use it even if his opponent did not possess special skills in small magic (Cantrip's). I couldn't use it when I transformed myself into someone I had when I didn't have the special skills of Little Magic (Cantrip).

However, I still don't think I can make a decision on whether or not the subject's skills can be used as my own. It's hard to say that I understood the true use of small-scale magic (Cantrip's) at the time, so I don't know if I can use their skills, you'd be right to say.

Magic also seems to be a special skill, so whether magic can be used where it has been transformed into a wizard is a delicate matter. It is regrettable that there is no wizard in the village, but from what I hear it is not possible to say magic is a big deal, so I did not have much untrained about it. It is regrettable that sub-people and others cannot be transformed into another species. I thought so, but at one point I tried without any concern, and I was able to transform without any problems.

(Was it my mistake to hear or was God lying to you)

Though I thought so, I reconsidered that I didn't care immediately afterwards and decided to test the subhuman's special skills. It was the dwarf more than ten years older than Ark who transformed.

(Oh! Is this infrared vision (Infrastructure Vision)? You're visualizing the temperature like a thermography... but you only see it about right in front of you... It doesn't seem to have any use other than in the middle of the night like now)

Ark was a little discouraged that it would be a normal vision illuminated by the starlight, which was roughly about 3m in sight and remained unchanged even as he tried to focus further ahead.

Years later, one day.

A different traveler came to the village than the caravan. They say travelers say they are adventurers about themselves. In the village of Ridas, where there is no professional accommodation, it is a lesson to stay divided into houses of lords and squires.

Ark, who also found out that a traveler had come by the end of the afternoon's audition (if my outfit is close to mine, maybe this time I can use it as an object of transformation), had one damn laugh. By the time they left and almost woke up, they even thought they could turn into the target traveler and try to level up if even the proper slave family killed them all during the night.

It was such an arc, but after the audition, I went home and froze to see the traveler's face. A total of four of them in the garden of the house, and the boy's face as if he were the center of the conversation, was the undisputed face of his brother Kenji!

Of course, Kenji's face as a junior high student I used to see when I was a kid doesn't stay the same. Kenji's face at the time was, by the way, indescribable as a mixture of Westerners. However, when it is Kenji's face, its characteristics have not been lost to the extent that it can be firmly recognized.

Unexpectedly, "Kenji! 'I almost screamed, but I managed to think of it. Fortunately, a man just like Kenji didn't seem to realize about Ark yet.

(I want to talk to you so you don't make a scene. I'd rather surprise you)

When Ark softly enters the house through the back entrance, he makes surveillance so they don't notice. Soon the four travellers will be divided into one, and another, into houses of squires offering lodging.

The last one broke up and I tried calling him 'Kenji' with a small voice where the Kenji-like man who was watching it for a few seconds looked back. As I thought, I reacted a little like I did, confirming that I had just begun to peek around, and Ark immediately jumped out the window I was monitoring and said, 'Brother!?' He took Kenji's hand, shouting, and pulled it outside the premises of the house.

'Be quiet. You, Kenji!?

"Brother! I've been looking for you! I knew you were here!

"My voice is huge. Maybe it'll be dinner in half an hour."

"Huh? Rice? I don't care! I finally met him. I've been looking for you for a year!

'Mmm... right. Thank you for dreaming. "

"What? Dreams?

'Not now. More than that, why were you looking for me? Why are you dreaming? No Misako or Yisheng?

'I don't know what that means. What are you talking about?

The two continued their conversation for a while hiding in the bushes a short distance from Ark's house, but not long after thirty minutes and so on. Ark was a series of surprises when he heard the purpose of his visit in forgiveness of Kenji, who was somehow excited.

First of all, of course, Kenji did not recognize that Orth (here) was the dream world of Yoichi, or Ark. Kenji of Aus was named Hexar Barnes and said something unscientific about being reborn.

"You've already met God, haven't you? That's when you heard. Oh? Oh, hey. You haven't?

I even almost laughed at Kenji saying that seriously without dreaming about it. But then Ark hardens himself to what he's been told.

'Take it easy, you're in danger. The Japanese might be hunted sometime. "

"Hunted? To what, a dragon?

But Ark replied, as he immediately made a small fool of himself.

'It may not be impossible to believe it. But listen carefully. Now I'm like a diner for the Duke of Belgrid and Prince Alexander. "

'Huh? You, you're amazing. It's a left-handed life, I envy you.

'What are you talking about? That's not a big deal. Maybe it would be better to say personal mercenaries or private soldiers. Anyway, the prince is a Japanese reborn in that accident just like us. There are several other Japanese with us.

"Huh? Was that serious?

'What do you want me to do with lying?... Anyway, it's just a hunch, but he's nasty. After he became king of this country, he could be seriously planning to conquer the world. "

'Conquer the world, that's good. A man has to have big dreams. "

'Silly, what are you talking about? Seriously, it sucks. So I was desperately looking for my brother, even though I thought it was unlikely. Hesh's merchant said there was a dark-haired, dark-eyed boy in this village of Rieddus, so I was hoping. "

"Oh, well, thank you for your hard work"

"... brother, you've changed..."

"You haven't changed."

'Or are you so fluffy because you really think it's a dream?

"Huh...?

'Well, not now. But that's all I'm telling you. It's not a dream. Reality. Because I don't have to do anything the way I want it to...'

Ark couldn't believe what Hexar said to Russia. However, there was certainly no part of it that came to mind at all.

'... well, that's fine. I'd like to take the time to talk to you tonight. "

'I don't mind that...'

Do you have a father, a mother, or a brother?

'That's right. It's obvious, isn't it?

'Okay. Anyway, I say hello at dinner, but it's a lifetime favor, so shut your brother up. Because I won't make it worse. Anyway, if you could come with me to Landgries, I could talk more about it on the road.... or can't my brother abandon the family of this world?

"Mm-hmm. I don't care, but it's the boulders that kill you."

"Why are we talking about killing him?!? I'm just talking about leaving the house and serving the prince with me! Or have you already decided to join the Knights or something?

'Oh, if that's the case, then maybe that's good... you can't do the Knights or something, can you?

'Well, that sounds early. Anyway, now that you think you've been fooled, don't talk to me anymore.' Cause I'm gonna have a lot of talk tonight. '

The two of them back home were no longer eyeing each other. Hexar was one who served directly with Prince Alexander of the Kingdom of Dabus, explaining that he had come to requisition the Prince's SS. At the same time, he had asked Ark's parents to confirm the plate, which was an official territorial pass issued by the Duke of Stoles, and the plate, which could only be given to a fairly superior minister issued by the Duke of Belgrid. The endorsement did contain a sculpture to the effect that it was issued against Hexar Barnes.

"That's why I'm going to serve the royal family, so aside from the future. So far, I'm calling around the young children of the aristocracy. Publication is not possible, but there are special conditions. I'm working on a special magic trick that I can identify, so I travel around the world directly."

Ark saw his parents listening to Hexar (I'm telling you, it's special magic. It's magic to be here), but I didn't realize in my head that another consciousness was starting to budge.