Heh-heh-heh, I'll be d*mned.
Sorry, but we'd be a lot more grateful to have my grandfather at the helm of this city.
The people surrounding sneer happily.
They laugh at . I've forgotten to ask you sothing important. How did you get that mythical monster, the black sli, and that demon to beco your followers? Even I, the King of Trainers, can't control these people. There must be so way to get them to do it that is not well known to the world.
Hmm, you're such a f*cking old man to ask that in this situation.
"Ho-ho-ho. "Ho-ho-ho," he said, "because of the situation. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I wouldn't recomnd it. You don't want to hurt yourself, do you?
It's not sothing to hide.
I said.
"You fought it, defeated it, and then used your servant magic. "It was my way of training him.
Grandpa's wrinkled mouth pops open.
'What?'
Then, with his corner corner of the eye.
"...Ho-ho-ho. You'd better not be joking around, wouldn't you? After what happened the other day, even the mild-mannered is feeling a bit overwheld. I may not die so easily.
It's true.
'There's no way! There's no way they could beat him, and there's no way the trainer could use slavery magic! Well, well, well. You'll be sorry for your stubbornness, but you'll soon regret it. Hey, do it.
The old man squeezes his chin, and one of his minions approaches him randomly.
Then he swung his arm and punched him.
'Crunch.
'Huh?'
I caught the fist.
With one finger.
''T-they...?''
He tries to force his fist into , but my fingers don't freak out.
'Hmm, I guess even a fly has a little more power,'
He grabbed his wrist and threw it away.
It blew up to the wall of the store, involving several people.
'Hey, what the hell is this guy?'
What the hell kind of power is that?
The old man gave his n a pep talk.
'What are you doing! Let's just hurt him and immobilize him as fast as possible!
Their voices attacked us all at once.
But clearly they were amateurs who were not used to fighting.
They weren't my enemies.
''Gu........stupid.......''
I'm not listening...
You're really a trainer...?
Within a few dozen seconds, it was just and my grandfather standing there.
"d*mn, they're useless! After all, we're not human! Hey, Lio!
Yes, sir.
Appearing from the back of the store was one of the five demons that Matty had defeated the other day.
It looked like a bipedal lion, more than two ters tall, and its entire body was covered in muscles like armor.
''Ho-ho-ho! It's a good thing we brought him with us just in case. You may have a little skill for a trainer, but you're no better than a baby against a demon.
The Lion Demon Lio pounced on him.
A stiff arm with sharp claws approached.
Zubak.
The arm flew around in the air and fell to the floor.
Blood gushed out and dyed the area red.
"Gaaaaaahhhh!
Lio screams.
"Ki, you, what did you do?
It was a hand-to-hand slash.
You can't do that!
'Didn't you see it? Then we'll do it again.
As he approaches Lio, who is rolling on the floor and suffering, he raises his left arm in the form of a blade.
He releases his hand blade more slowly than before.
Zshuaugh.
''Aaaaaaahhhh!
This ti, his left arm was severed.
Hmm, it seems that even though they are all demons, not all of them have the sa tendency to shrink when they are damaged, like Matty.
After all, it's a race with many mysteries.
''Nah, nah........''
The old man's mouth is open so wide it looks like his jaw is about to co off.
Who in the world are you? How can you do that!
And then the magic power swelled up from Liao's body.
It's not just a matter of ti before you get to the point where you can get your hands on a new one.
Imdiately afterwards, a powerful thunderbolt flew in.
It's a type of green magic.
It's a type of green magic.
I activate one of the light magic, magic reflecting magic.
Zubaaan!
Gaaaaaahhhh!
The demon crumbled to the ground, burned by the magic he had cast.
''B-ba-boo........Didn't the trainer defeat the senior demon...?
Well, now it's up to you.
I walk up to the old man.
'Well, well, you wait! Or, I can give you a lot of money! Na your price! And so I ask you to return the King Tar to . And I promise to keep paying you--no, you--half of what I have earned for the rest of your life!
The old man shouts, sniffling and spraying saliva from his mouth.
'Shh, you didn't know! I didn't expect you to be the legendary [Super High Grade] Trainer God!
...The God of Training?
I thought it was over my head! He has transcended the concept of a trainer by being able to subdue and subdue any demon with his own overwhelming fighting power! But when I saw you in front of with those mythical creatures and demons, I saw it clearly! That it was all true!
.........Hmm.
It looks like this old man has made a grand mistake.
"Ha, if you can't have half of it, two thirds will do! It's not a bad story, is it?
I told the old man, who was desperately pleading with , in no uncertain terms.
I don't need any money. But I'll give you the King Tar's title back.
Oh, really?
Just swear to that you're not going to kick anyone else's ass for the rest of the year.
That's not...
I grabbed my grandfather by his chest.
'Y-na?'
Ha-ha-ha.
When I let go of his hand, the old man stumbled heedlessly and fell on his ass on the floor.
'And one more thing,'
The old man's face twitches with fear, and his shoulders tremble with fear.
''I'm not the God of Training, I'm just an unemployed person. I'm just an unemployed person.
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