Chapter 24 (1/2)

Chapter 24

The Part-time Training is a Life or Death Matter

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≪Rusty/A Part-timer Trainee Waiting for Death’s Perspective≫

「Well then, we had some trouble in the morning, so I think we should go slow on the first day of training. This time, I will be the one deciding the opponent, so please be relieved.」

Mezzrow-s.h.i.+ just shelved that the fact that the Hero’s barrier outwitted him.

It’s your fault I had to go through that after being thrown me into the mini-boss room.

My injuries? Already fully healed using a high-cla.s.s potion.

It may be because of swallowing magic stones, but the injuries didn’t reach my bones. I’m much tougher than I thought.

Just that right now, I’m a bit curious about the servant girl. Maybe like “a loli with no luck?”, and she talks like she’s raising a death flag…..(IcedTea: I’m a.s.suming you people are either gamer/otaku enough to know what a flag is…..)

For her sake too, next time I meet that Hero, I will definitely kill him.

Though, I don’t have any chance of success.

For that reason, I really need to get stronger.

While taking me along in the vast armory, Mezzrow-s.h.i.+ is continuing his lecture.

「You can choose anything here to be your main weapon; though….if I had to give my real opinion…..it would be more ideal to change weapons depending on your opponent.」

「……I understand that theory.」

「Fufu… Even if you say so, you still don’t really understand it. After all, it is only something that you can only pile up while having bitter experiences.」

「…….?」

Really, I don’t get it. This guy is just like a philosopher.

There is some evil mixed with in his intellectuality, but I can’t really hate that. Despite being a demon, he has a personal virtue.

「We will have Rick-kun be your sparring partner for now. He is inexperienced in battles being still like a child. Please don’t go too hard on him~~」

I’m still kinda don’t wanna use clubs, so I choose the most powerful looking rapier.

Trembling, I stood facing my opponent with rapier in hand.

「Gurugyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!」

「Excuse me, but Rick-kun really looks like a ma.s.sive dragon!!!」

「Rick-kun is a half-year old infant. Please gently fight with him.」(IcedTea: How are you supposed to fight a dragon……actually, how are you supposed to “gently fight” with anyone?!?!)

「I can’t fiiiiiiiiiight!! Physically or mentally either!!」

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「Gyaaaaaaaa! Rick-kun, please move! I’m gonna get crushe—I’m gonna get crushed!」

「Gyarururu, gugyao」 (9: i don’t really know what Rick-kun’s gender is, but from the name he might be a shota ED: j.a.panese for Little Boy)

「Fufufufufu, for the moody Rick-kun to get attached to someone this way….Rusty-kun, would you like to be a childcare worker here? There are lot of children here who are hard to care for….so many so that it’s really worrying.」

「I refuse with all my might! Aaa, my innards are….s-p-i-l-l-i-n-ggggggggggggg!!」

「Guuruu, gururun♡」

The second afternoon.

With my huge hammer sliding off my shoulder, I screamed in despair.