After finishing the laundry, I walked to meet Orle(or Olle), who was organizing the vigilante group in the village.
The building in the center of the village had a few vigilantes standing by, ready to be mobilized if there was a problem.
As I entered, I showed the young man nearby the letter of introduction I had received from the village chief. But he threw it away after a glance.
The unexpected action stopped me in my tracks.
「Isn’t a toro-like（T/N: とろ, toro= fatty）old man like you joining the vigilante team? The village chief has finally become an old geezer. I can see it. You can’t do it. Now get the hell out of here.」
He smiled down at me, as if he was looking down on me.
I am accustomed to the cheeky way of speaking that is peculiar to young people. I only think 『Oh, it’s lively!』, but it’s not good if it’s licked.
Let’s buy the quarrel that was sold.
「Isn’t it bad to take care of the kid after a long time?」
「Hah! Say that again, old man?」
I just gave him a conventional provocation, and he easily took the bait.
I was worried that the level of people who belonged to the vigilante group was too low, but this time it was convenient, so I decided not to worry about it now.
「You don’t seem to understand, unless I say it more directly. I’ll play with you, so come at me.」
I moved my index finger in a cooing motion to show him that he could come at me any time, and he turned red and jumped at me.
Take the hitting arm and throw it away by rotating the opponent’s body according to the flow of force.
「Gueee!」
The young man let out a sound, that a frog makes when it is crushed.
I just trample and put a little weight on his face and heard a sickening creaking sound coming from his skull.
I don’t like the one-sided abuse of the same person. I was tempted to take my foot off the gas right now, but doing so would make me look like a light person. If I messed with him, he would see me as a soft guy who would forgive him immediately. In the adventuring business, where one has to live by one’s own arm, such a reputation is fatal. No one would follow him.
The same is true for vigilantes who have to deal with a lot of rough stuff.
Many people act on instinct without thinking deeply, so it is necessary to first show who is superior by force.
「He— help me! I’m sorry!!!!」
「You don’t have the ability to determine the ability of the other person, you can’t even do basic martial arts. Besides, you’re vulnerable to provocation. Are you really a vigilante person?」
「Because you looked weak with a round waist …」
「It’s really stupid to rely on what you see, when you don’t see it in action.」
There are many ways to identify a person, such as the way they walk, their build and the thickness of their hands, but you didn’t notice …….
And even if it is a woman with a slender body, there are adventurers who can lift a rock in one hand if she strengthens it with magic power, right?
It’s like committing suicide by judging someone by their looks.
「Be careful next time.」
I took my feet away from his face. He was finally free of the discomfort.
「I’m sorry. You took care of my child.」
I turned around and saw a stern looking man with a cut on his face standing there.
He bowed his head lightly and instructed the other vigilantes who had been watching what was going on, to take the collapsed young man to the infirmary.
He is probably the man I came to see, Orle, who is at the center of this place.
T/N: Changes, Young one→Child. Reason= Next chapter.
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