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

"- Okay? It's easy to kill people. Think of this as a foundation."

An old man who is hard to say is quite pretty tells us an important story, gasping at the limits of his strength.

I'd like to be honest with you after you see what's going on with them.

Old man...... from Xanto, my body isn't tired but my head isn't. I guess lecturing me and Lisse is just an efficient use of time.

"I want to be strong. From me, the assassin doesn't have to be strong. Instead, being an expert will inevitably make you stronger, but before that," Strong Assassin "is synonymous with" incompetence. "

Yes, I want to be strong.

Me and Lisse are asking for it (...), and Xanto said flatly with a dirty grin.

Strong assassins are synonymous with incompetence.

"'Strong' is a unit compared to various comparables in the first place. Stronger than him, weaker than him, you can't beat that demon, you know.

That's not true.

I don't live in that kind of rationale.

Assassins are not comparable. Just kill them unilaterally. "

Kill unilaterally...?

Zant's talking assassin, I still don't know... looks like a hunter after all.

The palpitations, which were getting sooner, calmed down and breathed better.

I also ran "down the road" today and finished ten bottles.

Finally, I started to run through Xanto's back, barely looking far. Well, I'm running for real, but Xanto still doesn't seem serious. It should be noted that the settlement with Lisse remains unchanged.

The first two weeks of training were about to pass.

Me and Lisse, we still couldn't make it to the next itinerary, we were even on the "road".

My strength, my walking strength, and the skill of running this "road" are getting pretty good at it. I don't know how much longer you'll get a passing score, but, well, I know you're not going to be able to do it today.

By the way, I can see clearly now, the "road" scaffolding seems to be changing position on a daily basis.

I remember the arrangement of scaffolding that is easy to run and I have devised a route that I can run fast and it will be wasted the next day. In the end, the only way to improve the running technique is with specifications. I'm working on it.

In the meantime, Lisse said it today.

"How long are we gonna do this? I want to be strong fast".

Lisse seems to want to move on to the next step quickly.

Xanto, who was told, confirmed his will to me, too. I snorted, too.

But I still think "the way" is fine.

Because it hasn't passed yet.

Because I'm not convinced of my run. More like this, sharply angled from outside to inside even when the scaffolding is suddenly curved...... no, that's okay.

Compared to the first, both speed and running technology are exceptionally high. Though I think we can go on while we can feel the improvement. I don't think it's a waste.

And what started was talking about this assassin.

Near the "road" entrance and exit, I sit on a wooden pile, which is a scaffold, Lisse sits on a rock, and Zant leans against the entrance and exit door. Still with the body of room. You're galloping and thin, but you have great health.

"A situation that requires strength means you're already on the same stage as your opponent.

If you're first class, you carry things in your favor on your stage, not your opponent's stage.

I don't even fight. I just kill.

unilaterally.

Don't even make me understand what happened to everything.

That's what assassins are for. "

…………

Somehow, I guess that's one aesthetic, or the philosophy of an assassin.

"If you could, you wouldn't have a hard time."

Lisse is right. You can't do that, so figure out a way to be strong.

"Ha, I know. That's only ideal now. I can't do it either. If an assassin like the one I was telling you about once, the world would have been united.

In short, the ideal assassin has never existed in the past or in modern times. "

I guess. If there are enough assassins out there to win without fighting anyone, kill all the dignitaries in every country.

"I just don't want you to give up.... well, can we talk about ideals?

In the end, what do you want to say, is that there is a kind of strength.

Do you poke your own strength, or do you seek strength that applies widely from third-class adventurers to those who are said to be heroes?

Lisse, what strength do you seek?

Lisse, questioned, answered with dignity.

"A strength no one can beat. I don't choose how."

"You mean looking for a wide range of strengths and your own. Well, that's normal."

"Eh."

Lisse was somewhat shocked by Xanto's words. But in words, I think it's normal. I wonder if that's what many adventurers want to be strong about.

"Boy, how about you? What strength do you want?

It's me.

Yeah.

It has been vaguely considered so far, but there is still one conclusion to be reached.

"What's clear is that you simply don't have enough firepower."

"Hmm?"

Xanto laughs funny.

"You do use a bow, don't you? So you don't have enough firepower. What do you mean, you want to plant a way to kill (rose) a demon?

Well, to conclude, that's the thing.

"People can kill now. Because, as Xanto said, it's easy to kill people."

Strong people (...) are difficult, but the very technology of killing people is already acquired.

Of course that's just a "can" story, and it doesn't discourage motivation. My technique is hunter's. It's not a killer technique.

However, the only thing that can't be handled by that technology alone is demons.

Demons are strong.

I can only count demons that I can win.

Even the iron helmet I encountered just before I got to this city was at best to take one eye.

My technique doesn't allow me to hunt.

Or I don't even think it's a problem that technology can do something about. Because wherever you hit an arrow, you can't target a fatal wound.

Fundamentally, because we don't have enough firepower.

"Is that the bow limit? That's right. Morphologically, the bow's power depends only on the bow. The rest will depend on the user's arm, but it's also limited."

Yeah. That's the thing.

Due to the structure of the bow, the power of the arrows is limited. Never more powerful than the bow potential. If you try to force yourself out, your bow will break.

"So the kid is worried about raising the bottom of the bow's firepower, huh?

"Yes."

I can't think of throwing the bow away.

But the power of the bow is limited, and how much I've trained my body doesn't increase the power of the bow.

For example, firepower needs to be produced with different elements.

It could be poison, ignite an arrow butt, use traps that use the environment, use tools by any means possible...

"I can think of a lot, can you hear me?

…………

"I'm still gonna stop."

Pretty lost, but I said no.

Because I didn't think we were at that stage of consultation.

Although I really think about it, I know perfectly well that I should now concentrate on the "road".

Seriously worried, and asking how, would be from then on.

"Fine. Ask him again at the boy's time."

Maybe I should have thought about it myself a lot, but now I belong to the Assassin Training School.

It would be a shame to put this precious time solely on worrying things.

No matter how much I think about it, I don't hesitate to tell you about ideas, ways, or means that I can't reach.

I'm just not at that stage right now.

"- Okay, that's about enough for a break. Let's go, young man."

And we run down the "road" again.

It wasn't until three days later that I was passed.