Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~ Chapter 11

Chapter 11 ‒ This Guild is Over

saos: syosetu

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I left Black Blade and then went to another guild.
Besides that, I must not to join the guild where my mother was.
To hone your sword skills, I think top guilds should have a better environment, but it can't be helped..

"Ha? [Classless]? No way. I don't need that kind of thing"
"Gahahahaha! You, do you seriously think that you can enter swordsman guild as [Classless]!"
"Homework, can you do it?"

…… But, no matter which guild you go to, they will only kick a [Classless] out of the gate.

"Fumu. Weak."

I nodded accidentally.
If you say that you're [Classless], you will not be heard if you speak.
I wish I could at least show my sword skills, but even they didn't give me a chance.

How about registering by pretending to be a different class and then showing that you're [Classless] after showing your skills and being recognized?

"No, I will be in trouble if there are appraiser present"

I will get caught in a moment.

"Why."
"What's 'why' ..."
""Nn?""

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The voices overlaped.
When I averted my eyes, the blonde woman at that time was there.

"Aaa~! You! To meet again, this must be destiny!"
"But I refuse"
"I haven't said anything !?"

That woman did Tsukkomi remembering what I said before,

"Words just a moment ago! But even if you don't, you will be rejected to join Black Blade right!?"
"Aa~"
"I understand, that's because there are strict conditions, at least [Advance Class]!"

Looks very happy.

"But that's good news for you! My swordsmans guild "Dragon Fang" doesn't have that condition! Anyone is welcome! There is no registration fee! And especiallythere was a beautiful onee-san!"

Usually, people will not claim themselves beautiful.
That's right, Dragon Fang ... Looks like I've heard of it.

"How about you just take a tour for a while? Actually it was there!"

That said, what that woman showed was a pretty good building.
This was bigger than Black Blade's Base.

No, maybe not that one.
Maybe a small building and almost collapsed next to it.

"No, no, this is no doubt! This is Dragonfang's Base!"
"Isn't that a weak guild?"
"Didn't I say that! That is the famous guild that everyone knows!"

She insisted on talking about that.
After all, this was on a scale comparable to the top guild.

"Please wait a moment"
"?"

When I tried to enter the base, my arm was gripped and stopped.

"You need to go in here to start the tour. No, that's easy, just sign on this!"

Saying that, that woman showed me a piece of paper.
There are some letters on it, but some of them are hidden by her fingers and cannot be seen.

"Here it is, here. Here, sign here."
"..."

I took the paper quickly.

"Ah!?"

That was written "Axis Cult Registration Agreement".

I tore and threw it away.

"Oh! Ah! Wait!"

That woman's scream echoed into the base.

A spacious lobby with a nice exterior welcomed us.
But there was no one.
So quiet until the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

"I see. So this --- is a famous guild that everyone knows."

In other words, in the past.
Only its base remained from that time, but it seems this top guild has fallen now.

"In, in the past, this Guild has produced a number of top swordsmen!"
"The past is the past. Boasting of past achievements will not change any reality."
"Gufu!"

That woman made a sound like a bloody cough.
However, it seems she has recovered again,

"Oh, that's right! After all, the glory of the past is past story, Today is the weakest guild! But we won't give up! We will get back to the old golden times!"

She stated very firmly.

"So, members, are needed. So I desperately invite, but no newcomers want to join ...? Eeee ~ ..."

Suddenly lowering his waist, she begged deeply.

"If so, doesn't it have to be proven by action, not by words? I don't know how strong you are, but if you increase your achievements in the tournament, the number of people who want to join will increase."
"O, of course I know that's the best ... but now there is a circumstance ..."
"How is the situation?"
"Actually ... and if we don't add members at least one more swordsman in the next few days, this base will disappear."

And when that woman said with sadness,
A drunk uncle enters from the entrance.

"Hikk ..."
"Father! Again you drunk in the daytime!"
"Shut up, Lilia"

It seems he is the father of that woman.
Seems quite drunk and not unstable view.

But this uncle ... He doesn't have a right arm.
His sleeves fluttered in the air.

My eyes met with his.

"What's up, newcomer huh? Well, as you can see, this guild is over. Better go to somewhere else."

Say that, and go backwards with an unstable step.

"... In the past, he was a swordsman who competed for the first or second place in this city ......"
"Did he lose one arm and become desperate?"

Even if you get hurt because is damaged, with the restored, the wound will be healed.
But you can't cure serious injuries like losing a limb.

"... In short, like that. And because he is [Dual Sword King], due to losing one arm, he lost most of his skills ..."

Fumu.
[Dual Sword King] huh?
It was an [Upper-Advance Class] like [Sword Princess].

...... I remember.
The name of the top guild where my mother used to join.
The name comes from a deadly skill that mimics a dragon that bites its prey with sharp fangs - from [Dual Sword King].

That's Dragon Fang.

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