Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira Chapter 2 part2

The Close Roomate (Part 2)

TL by: Jeann Chuck

sauce: syosetu

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As he walked to west along the wall and saw the empty moat between the inner streets, Touru finally arrived at the house where he stayed.
It's a very small one-floor house with no boarders other than Touru.
No, to be precise, there was another person, but that person was not in a state that could be included in the number of boarders.

The location was a little far from the adventurers bureau, and the rent was cheap, and there was a personality of owner who did not miss a mild smile.
Above all, the biggest advantage was that no one was questioned about the housemates.

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"Welcome back, Touru-san"

To the owner Yuril who greeted with the tallow lamp in her hand, Touru removes his leather gloves at the front door and drops mud from his shoes while lowering his head.
It should be 60 years old this year, but her legs are firm and also her back is straight, so she was not so old.
Although it has a certain amount of wrinkles, she has a pointed nose and is a feature that makes people think that she was a beautiful woman when were young.
The white hair is carefully tied up, revealing the long, sharp gray ears that are typical of the northern people.

"Your dinner, do you want to eat?"

In response to the old woman's soft question, Touru hands over the horned mole meat he has collected while talking.
That's part of the rent.

The dinner was a salty stew stewed with mole meat and round rice bread.
Gently squeeze tight bread and bite.
It was a taste that he was tired of eating it, but he is not in a position to asking luxury.

Touru, whose stomach was filled, lowered his head and thanked her and returned to his room.
Touru's room has only a built-in bed and a vertical clothes rack.
There aren't many things to change, so there are other things on the shelf.

Removed the sword belt along with the wooden sword and hook it on the edge of the backboard of the bed along with the bag.
Next, Touru, who took off the top of the mole leather dexterously with one hand, rubs the dirt off and hangs it on the wall so that it does not become stiff.
Take care of gloves, garments and boots in the same way.

Touru, who tired in the room, lay down on the bed.
Exhale deeply.

Today was almost the same as yesterday.
It will be so in the tomorrow.

There are many days when black feelings come from the bottom of belly and sleep is worse.
There are countless wishes to throw everything away and run away.

But he didn't.
Will not do tomorrow.

This is because he decided to do it without fail.
And there was also a will.
He came up here, and he'll continue until the end.

Again thinking of that, Touru picks up the adventurer's tag that had been worn around his neck.
The green frame was reflected in his dark eyes.

The proof of the adventurer is a mechanism that reveals possession skills when the owner touches it.

In the case of Touru, there were letters of and nine light spot indicating the level next to it.
In the lower right corner, the skill points that are currently accumulated are displayed as shining points.
This light spot showed one thousand points.

Plates are checked twice a year, and if there are no major changes in their numbers, they will be demoted or deprived of their adventurer status.
As there is preferential treatment such as exemption from entrance fee, there is no help for it.

The upper limit of the number of checks was fixed at fifty.
Touru got this plate when he was fifteen, so it expires this summer in the 25th year.
Thinking of the time left, Touru exhaled again for a long time.

Then, casually count the light points of skill points.

"... 7 ... 8 ... 9 ... 10 ...... oh, It has accumulated."

That was the first word that Touru spoke for today, other than numbers.
Touru was listening to his words like other people for a while, but suddenly jumped out of bed like a spring.
As he jumps, he approaches the clothes rack, squeezes the voice that he slams after deeply breathing in the posture holding the handle.

"That take a long time? Right, Jii-san"

In the depths of the door that opened with force.
Was a girl who stood there.

Watch that big eyes, and the open mouth as if out cry at any moment.
However, it is the neck that gets the eye first than the expression.
A single wound is opened, and the blood overflows and colored in crimson.

It was like a statue of a dying girl.

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Chapter end