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Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Single – No Girlfriend – Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)
Magical Aptitude: Eight (General Class)
It’s been a month since I got the interview.
Finally, the training for new employees is now over.
With the Welcome Ceremony scheduled for tomorrow and the fact that today is Sunday, there is no training, so I spent the day relaxing in my room to rest my body.
And after the supper, I finish it with an evening drink.
“It’s wonderful to be alive!”
These are my words from the bottom of my stomach, or rather from the bottom of my heart.
“I didn’t think beer was this good!”
This is the ramblings of a bachelor who usually drinks beer in his sleep but has upped the ante with his new salary, and it’s definitely better than the beer I used to drink.
On Saturday, my body was screaming for me to finish up the last training session, so I slept in and didn’t have time to savor the beer.
However, despite the fact that I had been screaming for days, I was able to enjoy a beer the next day, thanks to a combination of magic and technology.
“After all, we all need to feel alive.”
I poured myself a cold beer and felt it slide down my throat and into my stomach.
“It’s really wonderful to be alive.”
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to drink such a good beer.
I recall everything that has happened so far.
On the day of the joint training, I somehow woke up before dinner and went to the store to eat dinner and drink in my room without feeling any discomfort.
Looking back, that choice was probably the end of my luck.
The hand that reached out easily lifted my body and took me to a corner of the cafeteria in a flash.
“Drink up, drink up, drink up! It’s on me today!” (Kio)
“Kakakaka, eat as much as you like, the rice is an eagle’s treat.” (Fusio)
And the criminals who took me away were the demon yakuza and the skeleton gentleman sitting across from me, or rather, Instructor Kio and Instructor Fusio.
They were in such a good mood that I couldn’t understand why they were in such a good mood, and there was no other action I could take but to say “Itadakimasu”.
“This is the ogre tribe’s special brew! It’s delicious.” (Kio)
“What? Really? A spirit made by you guys, it doesn’t matter if a human drink it?”
Even with this, I was rarely drunk even from various parties, also my body was already strengthened with the Magic Crest.
I couldn’t get drunk on normal alcoholic drinks, so I tried it, and as expected, I drank more than I used to and stayed until the cafeteria closed.
It’s also my fault that I didn’t think too much about the reason for the drinking party, because I was also tipsy, and the smiling face of Instructor Kio and the satisfied demeanor of Instructor Fusio made me think that something good must have happened.
But then again, who would have thought?
This would be my Last Supper.
I didn’t have a hangover, and the day after I moved to the afternoon training per job type as scheduled, what awaited me was.
“It was fun yesterday.” (Kio)
“Kakakaka, yesterday was fun, I enjoyed it.” (Fusio)
It was Instructor Kio who was in full of Red Aura Combat Mode and Instructor Fusio was in full of Darkness Aura Combat Mode.
It’s not bad for me to immediately “About face”.
However, he cannot escape from the special battle. Because the story won’t go on.
The moment he turned around, there’s a sensation of his forehead hitting a wall of magical power itself.
Then, feeling a chill on his back, he looked back like a porcelain doll with a creaky badly lubricated neck.
I want to praise myself for not screaming.
The two instructors who had suddenly twice as much fighting spirit than before firmly tapped me.
“Well, Jiro.” (Kio)
“Are you ready?” (Fusio)
“I-I’m not su-sure!”
I’m not sure when the name changed, but I don’t have time to worry about that.
I thought there’s some grace period, but I couldn’t say no to the two people who told me I should say what I want.
At least I ask Suela-san for help.
“…… Please do your best.” (Suela)
Suela-san, the embodiment of a professional woman in a well-cut suit today, didn’t even look at me.
““Okay, let’s start training.”” (Kio & Fusio)
I decided to give up and ready my weapon as usual.
That’s when I realized something.
Come to think of it, I lost myself at the end of the joint training.
I shouldn’t have given in to the rage of additional training and then defeat, saying that if I lost myself, it would be hell.
I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the better of me. Even if I had fought longer than those around me, a loss is a loss.
I wondered if the good mood I was in yesterday was in consideration of today’s training, or if it was a concern from my instructors to send me off to hell (training) after at least having a good time.
Then I want to say.
I don’t need that kind of concern, so please go easy on me.
I was blown away when I got ready, I was blown away when I attacked, I was blown away when I avoided them, and when I thought I was able to defend and endure the attacks, I was blown away next attack, and it’s the same scene as usual. I was only able to fight a few times.
The repeated slashes of the toy sword (magic sword) and the toy magic wand (cursed wand) that cursed me at every turn.
Looking back, it would have been the first time that the toy blade that Instructor Kio which looked like a sword that children would enjoy had clashed with mine.
I vowed that I wouldn’t step into the toy department for a while, thanks to Instructor Fusio, who laughed with a burst of eerie laughter that froze my spine every time.
The joyful electronic sound was contradictory to the many magical abnormal conditions, each one was non-lethal but only show danger when combined with the toy sword (magic sword) I can’t understand it anymore.
If it hadn’t been for the lap pillow (a perk) while I was down and unconscious, I would have probably bailed.
To be honest, I don’t feel like this is a company where I can experience something as harsh as a Black Company.
Nevertheless, I was still alive, as if the company had taken it easy on me.
I feel like I’ve seen my life flash before my eyes several times, but I was still alive.
I couldn’t tell if it was my daily training that kept me alive, or if my instructors were amazing at finding the perfect balance between life and death.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to the dungeon.” (Kio)
Still, whatever the outcome, I survived.
From now on, I would only be able to receive education from those two if I applied for training again on a voluntary basis, or if I was forced to re-train because of poor performance.
It was a relief, but also a reminder not to get a bad performance.
But for now, let’s take a sigh of relief.
Once the Welcome Ceremony is over, I’ll officially become an employee and challenge the dungeon.
My brain has finally caught up with the training period, or rather I feel like it has been pushed aside by beer, but I think about tomorrow.
This is the kind of thing that you would only find in a game or a novel in modern Japan, but I’ve spent the past month training myself to death to enter it, and I’m deeply moved to think that it actually exists and that I’ll be challenging it tomorrow.
No, it’s not that profound, it’s probably more like the feeling of a child before a field trip.
In fact, I couldn’t sleep after crawling under the futon to go to bed because I was tired, so here I am, drinking a nightcap instead.
I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep, which was kind of pathetic, but I was glad that I still had my childlike spirit.
“I’m not a kid but…”
I grabbed my beer can and looked down at my body, it was so toned after years of neglect.
My status had risen to a much higher level than when I was hired, and I could feel the results.
It was the first time in a long time that I wanted to know the results of my efforts.
“Well, time to sleep?”
I couldn’t stay up too late and drink too much and sleep in tomorrow.
I’ll save the excitement in my heart for tomorrow, but for now, I’ll just think about getting a good night’s sleep.
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