Otherworld Company Chapter 43.1: Sometimes It Is Necessary As A Member Of Society To Conform To The Beliefs Of Others

Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Unmarried

Girlfriend(s): Suela Handelberg & Memoria Tris

Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)

Magical Aptitude: Eight (General Class)

Well, yesterday, we had another troublesome situation.

Unfortunately, the sun has risen and is urging us to get to work.

My motivation is low, but I’m making a living at it, so I sadly get out of my futon with my company spirit, put on my gear, and get ready.

I have more work to do, so I have to get to the training ground before them.

Behold, a true working adult.

“So who are you?” (Jiro)

“The name is Wado! You must be Jiro Tanaka!” (Wado)

Well, I have a very bad feeling about this.

If I had a choice between “Yes” and “No,” I would immediately choose “No,” but I guess these kinds of people won’t let me take such a choice.

I smell trouble early in the morning.

What is it?

Am I cursed?

I belong to a fantasy company, so honestly, it ain’t funny.

Luck is the only thing that doesn’t go up in my status. Could it be that my luck has been negatively compensated by dating Suela and Memoria?

It’s not a joke.

I noticed the stalker and went out to the training room, thinking of a countermeasure. A strong-faced red devil.

He is dressed in a kimono and armor-like street clothes and carries a club in his right hand with a spike on it.

I thought he was related to Instructor Kio, but his obvious war posture and what he said next made it clear that he was not.

“I am loyal to my Lord! I don’t know why you’re a favorite of the Demon King or the Main House, but if all the humans rise to power, I’m here to destroy you and peel off your skin before that happens!” (Wado)

I wondered why I was being told why they didn’t like me at the first encounter, but it seems that these demons were part of the enemies that the president and the supervisor were talking about.

I say “part” because this demon is not unlike the stalker from yesterday, but unlike that one, this demon’s hostility is very easy to understand.

“Huh? So what do you not like about me?” (Jiro)

And it is easy to deal with.

To be honest, I don’t dislike these people because it’s easier for me to identify problems and make improvements when they complain rather than when they sneak around. Although it is troublesome

“Hmph! Even a weak human being is given a position, albeit the lowest one! I will see to it that those under me know their place!” (Wado)

In short, he doesn’t like me because I’m weak.

Thank you for your clear and simple statement, Mister The Ogre.

That makes it easier for me to deal with them.

I quickly grasped the handle of the Mineral Tree.

“Well, you speak very quickly for a human. Huh?” (Wado)

Wado, who looks happy for a moment, seems to have misunderstood something, but let’s proceed without worrying about it. I pulled out the Mineral Tree from my back and thrust it into the ground.

Next, I removed my armor and bare my upper body.

The muscles that have been trained since joining this company are exposed to the slightly cooler air.

“I’m going to step into your ring. If we use weapons, we might end up killing each other, and we don’t have much time. The first one who gets knocked down in the fight loses.” (Jiro)

“Ha!! It seems that you know how ogres fight! I praise your spirit!” (Wado)

Then, if I let the fighting spirit boil over with magic power, the ogre on the other side would smile with a smile that would make a child cry with joy, throw out the gold rod in his right hand, remove his armor as if to strip it off, and peel off his own street clothes.

His rock-red skin reveals bulging muscles, and he looks extremely tough.

According to what I have heard from instructor Kio, demons do not like to engage in schemes such as trickery and wiles.

In many cases, even if they suspect something, they don’t bother to ask others or investigate.

Rather than doing so, they would rather ask questions head-on.

So, what I learned from the advice of the instructors was to resolve the dissatisfaction rather than the suspicions of other demons.

“I’ll let you go first, okay?” (Jiro)

“Don’t look down on me human!” (Wado)

So this is the adult version of youths on the riverbank alternating blows.

As if to provoke him, I invite him with my index finger, and a blow with no force whatsoever strikes me directly in the face.

It was a good punch that went right to my core.

However,

“Don’t look down on humans!” (Jiro)

I don’t intend to train myself so weakly that I would fall down with such a blow.

This time, I hit the strong face in front of me with the feeling that I will smash a rock wall.

If I hit him, he hits me back, and if he uses all his strength, I will use all my strength, and I will catch everything with my own body without dodging.

It seems that ogres are satisfied if with the winner in a head-on, pure physical contest, no matter how unfavorable the conditions are.

If I win by giving up the initiative, it would even be better.

Fortunately, or perhaps as a result of my training, I was beaten up by my instructor and trained in the dungeon, and the highest status I have ever achieved.

“Ugh… For the body of a human, it’s as if I’m punching iron, and your fists are pretty good too.” (Wado)

“You’d be this good too if you lived to take a beating from your general in my place!” (Jiro)

It’s due to my Durability stats, so if it’s just an all-out fistfight with an ogre in front of me, the damage would be minor.

Since I was hit, it was my turn to return the blow, and the taste of my fist was apparently to his liking.

I pushed back each time when he hits me.

I hit him back, thinking that I had just found the right sandbag for the stress I had been under lately.

I stepped forward, rotated my hips, twisted my shoulders, added grip strength to my fist, increasing its destructive power, and drove it into the face of the demon, which was hunched over and waiting for me.

I felt a solid response to the blow with all my weight on it.

As if to signal the start of the exchange of fists, the two fighters began to exchange blows.

“Wahaha! You sure can work!” (Wado)

“If so, get knocked down.” (Jiro)

“There’s still more!! I’m looking forward to it!!” (Wado)

I thought he staggered slightly, but ogres sure are tough.

I knew it wouldn’t take more than one or two shots to finish him off, but he had already taken more than ten in the face.

He was truly a tough demon that did not fall down.

I could still crush rocks with my bare hands, but I guess even that is just the spice for ogres, this one is already enjoying the fistfight with no sign of his initial anger.

“Kuhahahahahaha! Fun! This is so fun! The Main House is so mean! I can’t believe they’re hiding this guy, that I can be so passionate about fighting with a human!” (Wado)

“Oh, just go ahead and hit me. I’m stressed because of work.” (Jiro)

Oh, my face is hot.

It doesn’t hurt, but it’s annoying.

What is so sad that I have to fight a fistfight with an ogre who is a force to be reckoned with?

Oh, I just want to get it over with and smoke a cigarette.

“If so, don’t hesitate and give it your all!” (Wado)

I just gathered my legs, bones, muscles, and magic power to catch the force of the impact on my face.

It would be easy to evade it with my current status.

But there is no need to do so now.

If I avoid it, all my hard work will fizzle out.

“So sloppy!” (Jiro)

“Gufo! You’ve got to be lying with a blow like that!” (Wado)

“Ngu! I’m a human being, don’t lump me up with your kind!” (Jiro)

“You beat me up, an ogre, and you still yourself human! This is hilarious!” (Wado)

The giant body of the ogre is snapped in a crouch, but the rocky surface sensation at my knuckles is still in full force.

Oh, it’s obvious that I’m going to be exhausted if I keep going like this.

So what do we do now? It would be dangerous to leave myself to the thousand-day hand that leaves the endurance to the endurance.

Then…

“I’ve been craving for a fight like this for so long.” (Wado)

“I’m offering you my face! Stop complaining!” (Jiro)

Change of tactics.

Body blow, body blow. As expected, I was getting dizzy from taking too much, but the damage I was taking was gradually decreasing.

My senses are getting a little dull, but I can still step in.

“Oy! You’re losing steam! Hey!” (Wado)

“Huh!? Well, f*ck it!!” (Jiro)

A continuous exchange of blows without a moment’s pause. However, the opponent’s strength is now less than half of the first. Even so, it would be powerful enough to easily break the neck of a normal human being.

Well, I am used to receiving that level of power.

Both sides were determined to hit each other without pausing for breath.

“Puhahaha!!” (Wado)

“Taaaaake thiiiis!” (Jiro)

Nerves jolt through my body before I even think it’s now.

With a click, a series of movements from kicks and punches are sewn into Wado’s breathing, as if we’re revolvers loading the next bullet.

We’re at the climax of the fight.

The time came when the opponent’s strength is drained, the sensation of hitting the target, and the movement until I took another step forward as soon as I know it will be a critical hit, this is the best punch I can deliver with my bare hands.

Throwing out my power, I hear my knuckles explode like my fist became a cannonball, something I could never hope to do with my fist.

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