SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Son is too strong.

(3) 4.

A good warrior keeps winning.

When a better warrior loses by chance, he surrenders neatly to defeat.

-I lost.

Muscular Pig was a pretty cool warrior.

-I am confident that I will not be defeated by the total amount of Aurors, but the logic of dealing with Aurors is as different as heaven and earth.

Ugor.

I think I've been dealing with Aurors in a very simple way.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

I stroked Uburka's head.

“I didn’t learn this by myself, but I was taught martial arts by my teachers.

No matter how talented an individual is, it is difficult to overwhelm the history of the clan.

Behind me is a thousand-year history of magic.”

-Kekerukker.

"Well." - Dad.

“My father doesn’t even want me, so why don’t you just call me ‘father’? My identity is shaken because I am called Dad by a big guy like you.”

- All right, Abby.

"Huh… .

There is only one stroke added, but the sound is very cocky.

No, if you absolutely have to call it that way, call it whatever you want...

.”

- Abby.

There are questions.

Why have you been on my head since before? “It’s because you are huge.

Uburkaya.

Anyone who sees a giant like you will want to climb.

Humans have an innate desire for the so-called climbing impulse.

It is very difficult for me to resist this impulse.”

-indeed.

Did such an impulse exist? Uburka nodded.

Shake, shake.

Riding on this child's head, I naturally experienced the zero-gravity viking ride.

this is kinda fun “Now that you have lost to me, listen to my advice quietly.

Of course, after hearing it, you decide whether or not to do what I say.

Let me know if you have a better idea.”

- Ugor.

“Even if we force peace negotiations, the world’s chaos will not end.”

I scratched Uburka's head.

“We have to come up with a negotiation plan that the parties can understand.

Not only the Sanwa, but the other five tribes should also benefit to some degree.”

- What can we do for them? “Simple.

For now, put aside what you think from your point of view.

Think from the perspective of each race.

Then the answer will come.”

I said.

“The Sanwa will welcome a peace deal.

Because we can get out of the danger of destruction.

However, a solution to [removing the source of conflict by destroying the slimepolis] is difficult to accept.

Why do you think it is?”

- Because it's a holy place? “Tsut.

If Slimepolis is destroyed, there will be no cities for them to live in.”

I hit Uburqa's top with beans.

“It is good to get over the crisis of destruction, but it is unsettling that the future is not guaranteed.

In other words, if this unrest can be resolved somehow, the Sanwa will be okay with the peace negotiations.”

- New city.

Is it a new residence? "OK.

It hurts to destroy the Holy Land, but what? As you said, [no one can have it], it's devastating.

There is a corner to understand emotionally.”

-understood.

Uburka nodded the head Viking.

- Promise us that we will protect the Sanwa if we make a new settlement and settle in.

It would be insecure if I bought a residence close to the five races, so I have to lead them to a place as far away as possible.

"Yes.

That's right.

Are the Sanwa people good at technology? I bet on condition that I take over some skills.

Then the designated warriors you lead will be less dissatisfied.

-is it? “To be specific, the fuck will be reduced to the extent of a fucking shit.”

-The strokes have just disappeared, but the tone has changed quite a bit...

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It won't go away completely dissatisfied though.

Still, within the designated tribe, the law of respect for the strong is strong.

I will obey the will of Uburka, who is the largest breadwinner of the council and the number one in the ranks.

Because there is a magic word like 'If you have any complaints, go for it'.

“Uburkaya.

The will to prevent the destruction of a race is good.

But if you want to live ignorantly, you must not be ignorant.

Even if I roll my head so hard, whether or not I can achieve it is good.”

-Well.

Abby.

What would other races need? “You just told me.”

I chuckled.

“You want to think from their point of view?”

5.

-I will help you even when you are about to perish! full moon night.

Eventually, the Allied Forces and the Sanwa came to the meeting.

Not everyone looked very good.

It's because it's closer to being forced to 'get out' than to just 'get out'.

Unfortunately, there weren't many troops that could withstand the red beam of muscle pigs.

Under the tent where the representatives of each race gathered, Chairman Uburka proclaimed boldly.

- Look.

The empire of the Sanwa, which boasted the best cinema since the primeval forest was burned, also collapsed.

There is no eternal prosperity.

The Allies are in good shape right now, but either of you will someday decline.

It's a world we can't control.

-.......

-The defeated race will become slaves to the victorious race.

The enslaved race will repeat the humiliation of six hundred years ago, and the master race will repeat the mistakes of the Sanwa people over the past six hundred years.

Regretful! Either way will fuck off, and eventually the world will be full of shit! Uburka had a really sad expression on her face.

In other words, he opened his mouth, exposed his fangs, furrowed his brow furrows, and wriggled the tip of his nose.

When the strongest hobgoblin ever had that kind of expression, there weren't many attitudes the people around him could take.

-Well.

uh...

.

The vampire said with a cautious attitude.

-I mean, you're going to help us later as you help the Sanwa now? -Yes.

When you are on the brink of destruction.

I, Uburka, promise in the name of the Chairman of the Reconciliation Council.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

- Excuse me.

Is there any guarantee that the promise will be passed on from generation to generation? -none.

-I'm sorry then, but this story...

.

Uburka grabbed the ax handle.

twitch.

The delegates curled up like a frightened deer.

- No, I can make it now.

-What? - Wait here.

Chairman Uburka slowly approached the designated warriors.

Many warriors gathered around the tent where the meeting was held.

- Members of the Peace Council, listen! From now on, I will conclude peace negotiations in the name of the Council.

If any of the races gathered here are in danger of extinction, we help them.

The warriors looked at each other blankly.

Among them, the boy who looked a bit strong for jjambap opened his mouth.

- Do whatever the chairman wants.

- This promise will remain in effect even after I break it.

- Ugh? How could that be? -Because you will swear from now on [my grandchildren will never break the promises I made].

If your descendants break the promise I made to them, they will become bastards.

- What if you don't want to swear? - Defeat me.

- Shit.

The warrior who ate the jjambap raised his spear as he smirked.

-I'm against that agenda! My name is Murk.

He is the descendant of Kekerukker and Gorgir, the great warrior of Tunon, the 49th in the ranks of the Reconciliation Council, and the older brother of Murmu, who was honorably defeated in duel in this war! Chairman Uburka put the ax on his shoulder and carried it on his back.

- Nice muscles.

Just don't beat me so finely that you don't die.

The warrior who ate jjambap was beaten finely.

- Whoops! Uburka's punches went straight into his stomach, and the warrior displayed the jjambap he ate today to the world.

The name of the exhibition work is [Two fish and some centipede chicken].

It was a work that stood out for its thin gastric juice and thick ingredients.

Fellow designated tribesmen who saw the great work of art trembled with emotion.

-Wow, he's still ignorantly strong...

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- What does that chairman usually eat, so he's so crazy! -Double-digit sequences flying in one shot.

It's ridiculous.

-You seem stronger than before...

? -I think this agenda is very good, Chairman! The chairman is the red robe of our people and it is an honor! Long live the chairman! -Who are you just now? -You dirty little bastard.

- Get rid of it! Since then, several warriors have joined the agenda duel.

It was ranked 100th, and there was also 6th place.

However, none of the warriors could draw an axe from Uburka.

They all fell out with one punch.

When the number of finely beaten warriors reached 33, the Jiho tribe finally had no choice but to unite up and down and sing with one voice and one syllable.

- Shit...

- Sibel...

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Uburka put down his axe and folded his arms.

-weak.

Why are you so weak? It's so weak that I'm sorry to hit you.

sorry beings Quietly agree to this agenda before I get any more sorry.

A good warrior keeps winning.

A better warrior will surrender neatly to defeat when he accidentally loses.

In that sense, the designated tribes were wonderful warriors.

- I agree.

- I agree, Uger.

-Those who oppose shout the opposite.

It was quiet.

The campfires are quietly burning all over the military base.

All members of the Reconciliation Council and all the fighters on the battlefield voted in favor.

Uburka looked around and nodded.

-good.

As the chairman of the fire and lecture, declares that the agenda of [helping one of the six races when they are in danger of extinction] has been passed unanimously.

Those who shouted in favor, those who remained silent on opposition, and their descendants, cannot defy this agenda.

everyone.

Swear by the sacred earth.

Uburka struck the ground three times with his axe.

thud! thud! thud! The designated warriors also raised their weapons and slammed the ground three times without saying a word.

-Well.

Uburka returned to the meeting room under the tent and sat down.

Representatives of the six races were looking at Uburka blankly.

Uburka looked at the delegates with her arms crossed.

- We made a guarantee that our promises will be passed on from generation to generation.

-.......

- Any more questions? -.......

The vampire bowed his head politely.

-I think that's enough.

I don't have any questions for you now.

One bowed his head, the other raised his head.

He was a representative of the noble family.

The goblin with a single horn on his forehead made a grim face to see what he didn't like.

-Hey.

mold.

you are so strong! - Stronger than your father.

- What kind of motherfucker? - You're wrong.

We are not motherfuckers.

Kekerukker borrowed the body of a lion and descended.

So we are lion children, and a motherfucker would only suit the Sanwa over there.

It's disappointing that you don't even know such basic tribal common sense.

Go ahead and correct me as a lion child.

-Huh? uh? Mr.

Anyway! The nobles drew their swords.

- We are.

The people have been pouring out the grain they have worked so hard to bring the expeditionary force here! Now, even if I hear the voice of [Get out of the way, I'll prevent a crisis later], huh? no! What to do with the abyss and grains that have already been blown into the air! - What do you want to do? - Compensate! - We are not a very prosperous race either.

I consider it a virtue to earn that day and eat it that day.

Even if you want to compensate, you can't.

- Then I can't negotiate either! - Ugor.

That's not it.

Chairman Uburka stroked his chin.

- There must be something else you are really worried about.

-What? -The problem is that it runs without any results even though it consumes a huge budget.

The lords and landowners who have ripped you off will express their dissatisfaction, and beyond that they may revolt.

As a result, you lose power.

If you're unlucky, you'll lose your hair.

Isn't that what you're worried about? Uburka recites the words I had told him in my dream plausibly.

As the unexpected remarks continued, the representative of the noble family was, uh, uh, bewildered.

-no.

that … .

- Only once.

If there is a rebellion in your country, I will go personally.

-.......

-I will not put this on the agenda.

It's something I do on my own.

Like the rebels, even this body, an axe, and twelve spears are enough.

how about If so, would you participate in destroying the Holy Land? Uburka exposed her fangs.

-If you still need an excuse, go ahead.

Saying you lost the duel would be an excuse for you nobles too.

- Hey, this kid.

The representative of the noble family blushed and raised a knife.

-OK! duel! If you think that I will look after you, you are mistaken! -If you think that I will not look after you because of this, you are mistaken.

don't look at me in moderation The representative of the noble family was appropriately beaten.

The one horn was bent to show off an appropriate angle, and the nose was broken to reveal the proper legs.

After a few teeth fell out, his appearance became more suitable.

The representative of the noble family, who had become appropriate itself, groaned while being stuck in a hole in the ground upside down (this was also at an appropriate angle).

-dog… fucking guy...

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Uburka smiled warmly.

-You're a bit of a warrior now! If you stand in front of a person who is stuck upside down in a hole in the ground, you will have less to say.

That night, representatives of the seven tribes signed a peace treaty.

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