The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

"Good Morning"

Outside the tent, Mr. Nooga was preparing breakfast.

"Morning, thanks for the soup"

"No."

Yesterday, apart from the soup for dinner, I made the soup so I could eat it the next morning.

Mr. Nooga is cutting the dried meat apart as he warms the pot of soup.

"Good morning!

I hear a cheerful voice from behind in the morning, and I can gently stroke my head with a pomp.

Mr. Ratlua feels a little more in contact since he found out I was being targeted.

I know you're worried about me, but I feel something a little different from that.

It's just not uncomfortable or uncomfortable.

I just feel a little bit, so I can't figure out what that is.

"Good Morning"

Mr. Seiselk and Mr. Sifal also immediately come out of the tent and start having breakfast for everyone.

"Yes this" I feel strange as I receive the black bread I was given all the time.

I think I'm an outsider, but everyone in the blazing sword accepts me without any discomfort.

Eat with me as a matter of course and have my bread as a matter of course.

... stare at the black bread in your hand.

I'm worried about the organization, but I'm a little upset that I have company.

"That's right, Seiselk. I'm off today."

"Ha... ahhh, well, I can't help it"

I wonder what it is?

Mr. Ratlua, are you off today?

Is that what happened during the crusade?

I've never heard of it... well, I've never been involved with a top adventurer before, and I wonder if I do.

"You did it. You can stay with Ivy."

Could this be for me?

I'm glad to think about Mr. Meera, but I don't think so.

"Well, I'm fine."

"That's okay. I got permission from Seychelles."

Looking at Mr. Seiselk, he doesn't seem to withdraw just shrugging his shoulders.

Is that okay?

You sure about that?

"I have nothing to worry about. Ratlua, we'll go get permission from the leader later."

"Copy that!"

To Mr. Nouga's words, Mr. Ratlua seems happy.

Somehow, I bowed my head toward Mr. Seiselk.

Mr. Seiselk raises his hand lightly with a bitter laugh.

To be honest, I'm scared of Mr. Meera, so I'm comfortable with Mr. Ratlua being with me.

Ho, my strength fell out of my body.

He seemed more nervous about what was to come than he thought.

After some time after breakfast, Mr. Nouga and Mr. Ratlua head to explain to the crusader leader.

Are you sure? I drop him off at the back with the thought.

Ivy, I'm sorry.

"No, I'm sorry I'm the one. It's like putting Mr. Ratlua to rest."

"That's not true. Rest is for Ratlua."

Huh?

For Mr. Ratlua?

"... well, a lot"

"What?"

For some reason, Mr. Seiselk's expression, which is always sober, turns into a bitter thing.

I'm surprised at that, and I stare.

You noticed my gaze, that look disappears and gives me a bitter laugh.

"Well, what do you say?... I was a little unstable knowing Ivy was being targeted by tissue. So I'm sorry, but you have to stay with me today."

"Really? It helps because I'm comfortable with you too."

... From the look on Mr. Seiselk's face, I felt like maybe there was something there.

But it wouldn't be a good thing for me to step in, as a child as soon as I knew him.

I don't know if it's getting unstable, but I'm touching my head more often.

Maybe that's for peace of mind.

"Yeah, but if it gets hard, you can hit me."

"Hit him, is it?

"Yes, yes. It's all right, because Ivy can't snap as hard as she punches him."

I mean the look on Mr. Seiselk's face.

You said it was unstable, but it's something you can hit me with?

"Ivy. What, my story?

"What kind of leader?

"I was sighing so big, but no problem!

That easy?

"Ivy, you're with me today!

"Yes, I'm glad."

Drop off the Seiselks on their way to the crusade and clean up after breakfast.

Similar to yesterday, we head under the slime where we collect and dispose of garbage.

Collect trash from other adventurers along the way.

Then I felt uncomfortable around my neck.

Before checking around today, I'll explore which direction the gaze is from.

... it's hard to understand.

The discomfort had disappeared when I let my gaze run all around me.

I was squeezed in the hand.

When I give you my gaze in surprise, Mr. Ratlua is looking at me and laughing.

"It's gonna be okay."

Horrified by that smile and words.

When I laugh back, Mr. Ratlua puts his gaze back in front.

"What?"

"What's going on?

"No, thanks for your help"

"No problem. I'm busy."

"If Mr. Seiselk asks, he'll be pissed off."

"hahahaha"

I wonder what.

Only for a moment, Mr. Ratlua looked like he was about to cry.

Is it your fault?

He's no different now.

I wonder what it is?

Turning her gaze forward, there was Meera smiling and waving.

For a moment, I have a force in my hand connected to Mr. Ratlua.

……

I feel Mr. Ratlua looking at me, strangely.

But I don't know what to say, so I fasten my legs so I can pull the connected hand.

"Please dispose of the garbage"

"Ahhh... yeah. Yes, Meera's slime is a little special. See?"

The moment Mr. Meera's name came in from his ear, his body trembled.

I decided I didn't realize it and got on with it.

"I'll handle the sword. If it's slime, I'll show it to you"

"I saw it. Yeah. That's amazing. It's pretty rare."

"Really? Amazing."

Slightly lower your gaze and repeat your deep breath.

I just saw my face, and I just got upset when I heard the name.

Easy, now they'll notice.

Relax, it's okay.

Many times, chant in your heart.

Exhale for a long time and turn your gaze softly towards Mr. Meera.

"It's okay."

"Hmm? What's going on?

The words in my heart seem to have spilled small.

Shake your head to the side and head under Mr. Meera.

It's all right.

"Good morning, Ivy. I wonder why Ratlua is here.

"I'm off today."

"What's that? That's unacceptable, isn't it?

"Hahaha, really off. I have permission from the leader."

"Really? Well, fine. Besides, garbage comes before each slime."

"Copy that!"

Leave trash before slime.

None of the kids will digest as vigorously as Sola did.

Could they all be hungry?

"What's going on?

Mr. Ratlua spoke to me, wondering if I was watching the slime still.

"Because I'm slowly digesting"

"Hmm? This is it, isn't it?

What,... this is normal?

This, relaxed rate of digestion?

Slime digesting the empty bottle that contained the potion at about one-fifth the speed of Sola.

I still feel like Sola is too special.