Danma: Danganronpa, but Monster Hunter!

Ais relentlessly honed her skills to avenge herself against the Black Dragon, spending every spare moment in dungeons to fight. At the age of 16, she became a Level 6 fighter. Flame, on the other hand, was even more extreme than Ais. No matter how much Ais fought in dungeons, she never brought herself to the brink of death like Flame had ever. For Flame, this near-death state was commonplace, occurring in almost every training match with Ais.

The final result was that he reached LV·2 in less than a month, a speed of advancement that was astonishing by any standard of time.

Finn couldn't imagine what kind of formidable enemy could keep Flame training at this level without wavering.

And now, something has actually made these two people, who are so disciplined they're almost frightening, give up exercising and start doing things together.

From this point of view alone, Finn felt that it was worthwhile.

Ahem, I’ve gone off topic.

Back to the topic.

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"Good morning to you too, Belle,"

Flame's cheerful smile made Bell feel like he was basking in a spring breeze.

Ais watched with a hint of envy as Flame quickly became friends with Bell.

I was the one who met him first, so why did Bell get to know Flame first? Damn it, she really wanted that ability to quickly become familiar with other people too!

Unfortunately, just thinking about it won't help...

"Mr. Flame, what's that on your back? Is it a weapon?"

As Belle talked with the flames, he gradually relaxed.

It's so great that Mr. Flame is such a good conversationalist. To be honest, he can't even imagine what he'd be like if it were just him and Ais right now...

Bell felt a little ashamed.

"That's right, it's a weapon, and a very special one at that. You'll find out soon enough."

Flame stroked the giant hunting horn on his back, laughing heartily. "But speaking of which, did you come alone? What happened to the support person who was with you yesterday? Would she feel comfortable letting you and Ais come here for training?"

"Lily has something to do and might not be able to come for the next couple of days, so I came alone," Bell answered honestly, completely oblivious to the subtext in Flame's words.

"I see. Well, it doesn't really matter whether that support lady comes or not, since she can't participate in the training anyway, she can only watch you get beaten up from the sidelines."

"Getting beaten up?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you? Ais isn't very good at teaching. She only has one method: practical training."

"!!!"

"Without further ado, let's begin the combat training!!!"

Chapter 133: Young Man, Don't Overdo It

"Bell, cheer up!!"

"Huh? Yes!!"

On the city wall, Flame roared, brandishing his massive hunting horn, from which a deep, cello-like melody flowed—

Damn, let's go, ignore it!!

Fainting is ineffective!

Defense increased!!

Stamina recovery speed increased!!!

Melody enhancement is complete!!

As he moved, the melody's aura appeared above the three people, equally bestowed upon everyone.

Amidst the roar of flames, Bell gripped his dagger tightly, struggling to stay focused.

Although he was still a little confused about the current situation, since it was training, there shouldn't be any major problems. Moreover, Mr. Lieyan was training with me, so it seemed that Mr. Lieyan and Miss Ais had been training together like this before.

To be honest, he had never had any real combat training with anyone. Not to mention real combat training, he had never had any formal training. Until he came to Orario, he was a farmer. Even after arriving in Orario, before his god took him in, officially made him a member of the god's family, and became an adventurer, and before receiving beginner equipment from the guild, he had no combat experience whatsoever.

His first combat experience came from a goblin. It was in his first dungeon after receiving his beginner equipment. To this day, he still remembers how he excitedly ran back to the church after defeating that goblin to report the good news to the gods—although the gods eventually complained, saying things like, "What's the point of reporting good news after only defeating one goblin?"

But that doesn't matter.

Looking at Ais, who was holding a sheathed rapier and whose expression was calm and even somewhat naive, Bell's heart gradually warmed.

Lacking combat experience and relying solely on his own haphazard approach to combat has been a difficult experience. He has faced numerous crises due to this unorthodox method, but he is confident that he will become stronger after Miss Ais's training.

But compared to myself...

Bell glanced furtively to his side.

In their field of vision, the Flame, covered in thick armor, resembled a solid wall, seemingly indestructible and giving them a strong sense of security.

Mr. Flame's outfit really gives him a heroic look...

There was a hint of envy in Bell's eyes.

Then, in the next instant,

The seemingly incredibly thick wall flew backward.

The girl who started it all, her blonde hair swaying, charged forward with terrifying speed before Bell could react. Her foot struck the wall squarely in the chest and abdomen, sending the heavily armored man, who looked to weigh over 500 kilograms, flying backward. He crashed into the thick wall with a deafening thud, leaving a shallow crater from which countless spiderweb-like cracks spread across the wall.

Bell: "........."

Your Majesty, I think it's necessary for me to correct my impression of Miss Ais.

Amidst the sharp whistling of the wind, Bell opened his eyes wide in terror, his neck stiffening as if it were rusted. His gaze slowly shifted from the flames that seemed to be embedded in the wall to the blonde girl who appeared beside him as if by teleportation, slowly lowering her slender leg that had unleashed a mid-section straight kick. He swallowed hard, his white hair swaying wildly in the wind stirred up by the aftershocks of the attack.

Not only his hair, but even Bell himself was completely disheveled in the wind.

Uh-huh?

This is what Mr. Blazing Flame was talking about, the "real combat training"?

No, this isn't the time to talk about that. Is this really okay?!

The walls are cracked all over! Is Mr. Flame really okay?! Also, making such a loud noise completely negates one of the advantages of training here!

Where did the deception go?!

Bell's inner turmoil surged wildly, and just then, from behind him, Flame's loud shout rang out again:

"Don't just stand there, Bell! Move!! Watch out for Ais's attack!!!"

So where did the deception setting go?!

But Mr. Flame was beaten up like that and he's still okay? Is this the strength of a heavy armored warrior? Wait, Mr. Flame just told me to be careful. What was he telling me to be careful of?

Bell was slightly taken aback, and in the next instant, the fair thighs under the miniskirt suddenly entered his field of vision.

Without pausing, Ais kicked away the flames with her left leg. Using her left foot as a pivot, she spun rapidly across the stone floor before her slender right leg traced a smooth arc in the air, striking him directly in the chest.

Standing there stunned, Bell couldn't muster any counterattack or defense, not even able to let out a scream, before being swept away by this right whip kick. He sliced ​​across the stone floor with tremendous speed, rolling countless times before finally coming to a difficult stop against the wall.

Bell struggled to spit out a puddle of water, lay on the ground, and stared at the sky with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes, feeling as if his deceased (mistaken) grandfather was waving to him from heaven.

Grandpa, I'm sorry, the girl I met in the dungeon seems a little too powerful...

Is this the strength of a Level 6 adventurer?

A sharp pain shot through my chest; it felt like my ribs were broken. It was just a simple attack, I hadn't even drawn my sword. I'm so weak...

Lying on the ground, Bell suddenly felt an urge to cry.

The girl he liked had agreed to train with him, and even after being knocked away, his respected Mr. Lieyan still reminded him, so why did it turn out like this?

"...Don't overdo it, young man, this is just the beginning."

Glowing dust fell from the sky, landing on Bell and pulling him back to reality from his daze.

Flame tossed aside the packaging of the Life Powder and gave Bell a somewhat ferocious smile as Bell touched his healed chest with a look of astonishment.

"Mr. Blaze, this is... combat training?" Bell clutched his chest as he got up, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Isn't practical combat training supposed to be mainly about two sides sparring or practicing moves against each other? That's what they say in the Heroic Tales... But Miss Ais's practical combat training looks like nothing more than a one-sided beating!

"I guess so..."

Flame smacked his lips, unsure.

To be fair, his training shouldn't be considered actual combat training. Both in terms of the process and the final result, he has always undergone training to withstand blows rather than actual combat.

But this time, he was just an extra.

Well, to be precise, he played the role of a target in this training session. His main responsibility was to let Ais demonstrate offensive tactics on him, and then let Bell learn from these experiences and apply them to Ais in return, so as to achieve the purpose of learning.

From Blaze's perspective, this teaching method was a bit too roundabout and put Bell's comprehension to the test. However, Ais thought it was a good method, as it not only took into account the training Blaze would have had, but also helped to train Bell. So the plan was set.

"should?"

Bell felt a chill run down his spine, and then, Flame's voice reached his ears:

“You’d better not pay too much attention to me, but focus on Ais instead.” Flame raised his arm and patted Bell on the shoulder: “We have different training goals, you’ve noticed, haven’t you? I’m heavy armor.”

Flame shook its head, the long tassel hanging from its head to its waist swaying from side to side:

"My profession is a heavy armored warrior. The training I do with Ais is mainly to hone my endurance, so I'm bound to get beaten up."

But you are different. You are a light armor class like Ais, and you both lean towards agility and dexterity. In many ways, you two are similar, which is why Ais used this method to teach you by example.

Of course, there's a saying that goes, "Those who learn from me live, those who imitate me die." Ais's teachings are good, but you also need to be selective about what you learn; otherwise, you can easily go astray. This is something you need to grasp yourself.

"Oh."

Listening to Flame's explanation, Bell nodded, somewhat bewildered.

Blaze's explanation was simple and easy to understand, and Bell wasn't a stupid kid, so he only needed to think for a moment to fully grasp the meaning behind Blaze's words.

Even so, the memory of Lieyan being beaten and the miserable state he himself was in still lingered in his mind.

Thinking of this, he immediately took a deep breath.

"Mr. Blazing Flame".

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Blazing Flame, how many times have you conducted training like this?"

"I haven't counted, but it must have been more than ten times," Lieyan replied casually. He hadn't actually counted them carefully.