My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

A few days passed when I decided to go to the Bryn Tower.

During those days, each of them enjoyed the last teachings to the person to be ordained.

- Sash was invited by a little girl named "Paper Swallow (Swallow)," the master of spears, and successfully completed the rough task of banging hands for an entire day.

I'm going to sleep in my room all day today, so I'm probably still sleeping.

When it was, I took a tour of his training landscape too, but that was an amazing word.

If the spears were full, they definitely had a level of hand set up to kill each other.

If you ask, training with a pair of hands wasn't uncommon, he was basically just a pair of hands hitting each other with a spear across the street.

And Sash was naked because "it hurts if you hit it".

Because it hurts more when you hit it directly than when you hit it from the top of your clothes.

"I'm an idiot. It's quicker to remember it in pain," he said.

I don't know if that's true at all or how effective it is.

But I think I've figured out why you're getting stronger at an incredible rate.

After all, you hate to lose amazing, don't you, that chimp?

Even the master opponent doesn't like to lose, and he seems to regret continuing to lose.

Maybe the shortest way to get stronger with each battle is to "hate losing".

- Florentine goes to the old man in the blacksmith. I don't even know what I'm doing.

Hi Florentine's "Materials/Weirds" seems to have bothered the masters more with their nurturing policies than they did in person.

"Weird ghost" is simply a "flesh-enhanced system of qualities" that makes "arm strength" stronger. I guess it's just unusual that I've never heard of it, not half the way up the force.

I mean, stay strong.

I can aim a fatal wound just by throwing something around it.

I can crush most of my stuff if I grab it. You can crush it if you grip it.

Do you dare let him have a weapon, let him work out, and let that "cultivation" come alive?

War situations are always different, and some opponents can't get through with weapons.

Aren't you able to work out like you can't fight without a weapon, even if you're strong with your bare hands, but it's a real fall? Are you sure you want me to be good at weapons? Can I make you a hundred warriors that would make you anxious without weapons?

In the first place, with Florentine's power, weapons can't stand it and quickly go bad.

What if it degrades many times faster than a regular person, but it doesn't work during battle?

Then why don't you just try to be "strong with your bare hands"?

That's the kind of conclusion they came to.

By the way, Florentine herself said, "We're not pacifist. We don't know how to fight". I think it's an absolute lie.

But I think it's true that I don't have the guiding principles or ideals for how I want to fight.

So it seems to have moved in the direction of "getting strong with bare hands" as recommended by the masters.

Throw, grab, hit and kick things that are nearby.

They wear that kind of primitive but simple strength.

But they still don't have complete control of "material training" in the first place, so maybe they're still working out that way over how to fight it.

Well, whatever it is, I want you to let me graduate from the woodcarving.

I don't know who's letting you do this, but I'm letting you stop. Please.

And she also seems to have "two qualities".

The first is "The Weird".

The other, like Xanto, could not "see" it.

Does Florentine realize that he has two "qualities"?

Or have you not even noticed who you are?

I don't know a bit about that area.

- Celier was training as a mage and studying medicine and poison at that pharmacist's grandmother while she was resting out of magic.

Ever since I got back to the village from Heidiga, I've been learning about drugs and poison together, so I know exactly what's going on around there. The magician thing is refreshing.

It's just that that old lady seems to like Cellier better than me, and she's planting pills and poisons on Cellier that she hasn't told me.

I regret to say I regret it, but I think it is also unsuitable.

I'm not willing to use poison to kill, so I guess that kind of intent has something to do with it. Because that makes Celier a real assassin aspiration.

It's refreshing when it comes to magic, so I'm not sure how much of a magician a celier can be.

It's a "cultivation" relationship, so it's not easy to ask.

- Lisse seems to have been taught a sword by an old man who was your man on that example of a hellish carriage journey... "Misty Horse (Horse)".

Zant served when he was in Heidiga, but he wasn't good at swords in the first place.

He said he was outdoing Lisse just because he was strong himself, not the arm of a sword, so he handled himself completely differently during training.

Sometimes he seemed to mix up with spear training and play a pair of hands, and he seems to have a complete rivalry with Sash. By the way, Lisse seems stronger.

Oh, and speaking of Lisse, the control of the "Dark Hunting Sword" had improved considerably.

At least, I stopped using it badly, wielding one sword at a time.

And me.

"Feel that?

"The second one's shaking."

"Good. Aim."

I stare at my bow with my blindfold on and shoot an arrow into the invisible darkness.

Don, and there was an arrow hitting something.

And the second is shaking heavily.

"Sweet."

"Removed?

The wobble is huge. It's definitely a hit, I bet.

"Not in the middle"

... right.

You were supposed to aim in the middle, but did you take that off?

"I'm starting to hit the target."

And I took off my blindfold and hung my glasses.

This is near the forest at the foot of the mountain, in front of the realm where demons live.

In front of us, there is so much depressing forest that it is not foreseeable over "glasses" that it is not "dark vision".

"Mm-hmm. It's improving pretty fast. I didn't know we could make it this far in two months."

Oops. Maybe I've been praised for the first time.

In front of me is a shallow, black-skinned man with rare dark hair and black beards... with desert folk-like characteristics. And he is quite a man.

He is the master of my bow, "Scorpion".

This guy just doesn't have a left arm.

He used to be both an assassin and an adventurer, like Roda, and boasted so many bow arms in the adventurer neighborhood that he called them "unmatched desert red stars," but he lost them ten years ago.

I haven't heard any more. You probably don't want to talk.

I can't tell you (...) technical things about bows anymore, but if I'm still (...) sensory things about bows, maybe I can.

That's what they say, and they're taking care of him.

What I've learned from him over the past two months is the power to sense invisibility.

Although I now have "qualities" that are specific to my vision of "glasses".

Conversely, if "glasses" are sealed, it is likely that the force will gut off.

Even though, I feel like I've relied too much on "glasses" since "glasses" became available.

Sweet on "glasses," sweet on "glasses," cuddling on "glasses," maybe relying on "glasses," and reopening "glasses" with some of the detachable faces, etc., losing "glasses," even if you can't find them in the alleys and intersections of the city, but you can't give up again, producing "glasses," the dependence on "glasses" only deepens, and the phrase goes as far as withdrawal symptoms against "glasses," if "glasses" expires, "you may regret handling" glasses, "which is unplanned because you suffer from motivation, shortness of breath, hallucinations, etc.

Honestly I'm not sure what I've been thinking for a long time myself, but I always thought if I relied too much, my hunting arm would fall off.

I wanted to work out the bow here and myself using the bow.

- Anything nearby can be sensed if it moves.

I know you're probably feeling signs, but this is if you're a hunter... No, if you're an adventurer, it's a sensory technique that you have and have no wonder about. I'll know somehow if I'm close, too.

That is why I fear that there are those who have this feeling but are not able to sense it.

It's horrible to have someone standing behind you or sneaking up nearby while you don't know.

Like the Leavent family people. Like the inhabitants of this village.

What I learned from "The Stone Scorpion" is what broadens and sharpens its senses.

What's more, when you have a bow, you train to sharpen your senses more.

When it's called a state of combat, it's a training that makes you feel more than you normally do.

Sensing is faster than visibility.

Hopefully, the speed of aiming and shooting arrows will be higher than they are now.

Totally at first... but surprisingly capable.

Even though I could only sense the near field, now I can see how far I can even aim with a bow.

I can't see it from here, but in the woods, there's a rope tied to the tree. The training was aimed at the target that the “Stone Scorpion (Scorpion)" rocked.

However, the direction is only straight ahead, and it takes a while to feel it.

This still won't work in action.

But I can train at any time, so I'm just trying.

I've already got my senses. All we have to do is polish more and more.

"- Okay. Then that concludes my training. All you have to do is stretch it out."

I set the line right.

"Thank you"

I will not forget my thanks and respect for my master. It is important.

"- Empty lizard."

…………

"He says he wants my dear Asan. You're going on a trip tomorrow, right? Go hunt one before you leave."

...... ok -.

That giant cat... it's not a cat, it's a demon called the Desert Leopard (Sandwalk), but it's a demon owned by the Stone Scorpion (Scorpion).

His name is Asan.

They mean "white moon" in old desert terms.

Yeah, yes, from meeting to memorabilia, they asked me a lot.

She's proud of what she (...) is.

I've already been told so much about it that I realize my eyes are slowly dying when he speaks out.

At the time the cat's name came up, there was no response from me.

Even if I agree poorly, it is spoken, and if I disagree, it is spoken.

It just snorts and it talks, so that's it. It is best to remain silent.

So I decide to go silently.

Well, I want to eat too, so let's just say it's convenient.