My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Female Clerk Beats Goblin

"Hah… hah… hah… hah…!"

Serai-san finished her 3-minute endurance repetitive horizontal jump.

So, to respond to her efforts, I move around, find a goblin, and offer it as a sacrifice, disabling it from combat with a single blow.

"(Pow!) Now, the goblin can't fight anymore, so you can kill it as much as you want."

"Eh…? What…?"

However, Serai-san can't believe I have rendered the goblin inoperable with just a single tension hand, and she stands there cowering and blinking her eyes.

In reality, however, it was not just a single tension hand that disabled the goblin. A concussion, for example, might cause Serai-san to recover in the middle of her attack and fight back. So, I released a bullet of acid in the palm of my hand and made the goblin swallow it along with the tension hand.

The goblin that swallowed it was burned from the throat to the esophagus by the acid and must severely damage its stomach ulcer as if the stomach itself had melted away. There was no way it could fight properly.

"Come on, kill it quickly. If you don't, it'll die, okay?"

"I understand!"

[Boka? Where is it?]

Serai-san answered, but her attack was not very good. In the end, the goblin died of shock as its stomach melted, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Hah…hah…hah…I beat it!"

Serai-san was happy that she had defeated the goblin, but it was not acceptable that the cause of death was not wound but shock after she hit the half-dead goblin with nearly 20 shots.

One of the causes is the stick-shaped weapon that Serai-san is using.

The weapon that Serai-san uses is a stick with both ends reinforced with metal. It is about the length of a mop handle. It is about as long as a mop handle and shorter than Serai-san's height of around 160 cm. By holding it, with both hands, and she's bashing and poking with it, it is difficult to get a forceful attack.

To begin with, fighting with staff requires considerable skill, and it is not something an amateur would be able to master overnight.

What a surprise. It may sound strange to talk as if I am an expert in something I am not a martial artist in, but I am quite familiar with the martial arts crap that goes on in the pages of fighting manga. Well, it's a manga, so there are probably a lot of adaptations, and I'm as old as my ears, but it's better than not knowing anything at all.

"Serai-san, what is this weapon?"

"This is because it's better to have a long weapon if I'm going to attack."

"Wow. The tip is reinforced with metal, but it's not a commercial product. Did someone make it for you?"

"Yes, it was made by a boy from the same university with whom I was at a party at the beginning.

"I see. It is certainly good for attacking from behind. But it seems to take a lot of effort because it's hard to put power into it. Try using this bat, and I'll lend you my shield too. Here."

I handed Serai-san the Katsuo-kun bat and the barbecue shield and received the fake spear-like staff in return.

"Give it a try and shake it."

"(Hmph)…Oh, it's easy to swing!"

"It's a kid's bat. Well, try fighting with it next time."

"Okay, coach!"

Then, I disable the goblin from fighting, and Serai-san beats and kills it. After repeating this five times, Serai-san suddenly cheered.

"Waa~! My level has gone up! Just like what coach said, it's going up more than usual!"

Judging from her joy, it seems that the increase in ability was higher than usual.

"Well, that's good to hear. Well, let's call it a day. If you push yourself too hard, you'll have sore muscles."

Thus, in about two hours, Serai-san and I returned from the dungeon to the surface.

……….

Once on the ground, we walked side by side through the clearing of the construction site as the sun began to set.

"Wow, bats are easy to handle, aren't they?"

Serai-san seemed to like the Katsuo-kun bat and was still swinging it after getting out of the dungeon.

Yes, a bat, a wooden stick. The start of the journey always begins with a wooden stick. And in Japan, people are not allowed to carry weapons such as swords. Therefore, the bat is the first weapon that comes to mind as a weapon of choice for use in dungeons.

Of course, I understand weapons that have evolved for combat, such as swords, are stronger than clubs. But only if you know how to use it. The only weapon that can be handled by an amateur and immediately demonstrate its offensive power is the club.

["Club has three perfect qualities: it is easy to handle, easy to care for, and hard to break even if we handled it carelessly."]

Maybe the boy who made this fake spear-like staff dared to make it hard to use and made it with low attack power.

I see so that's how it is. Hmmm, this is a clever plan. He's a good one.

"Ah…I like that bat, so please return it properly."

"Eh~. Then at least lend it to me until the next lesson. I'll lend you this stick instead."

My Katsuo-kun bat was taken away from me by Serai-san.

But, she also said something very important at the same time.

(The next lesson…? Does that mean there will be a next time?)

"Oh, no! Well, it can't be helped. I'll lend you a hand, but please don't dive into the dungeon yourself. Also, rest your body well, and after a couple of days, when you're not so tired. Train your body again."

"Is that the secret to getting stronger?"

"Yes. Yes. For the muscles to recover, or "super recovery," to become stronger and thicker than before, you need sufficient nutrition and time to rest. Therefore, it is important not to overstress the body and not to relax it too much. It's all about the right amount."

"I see. I understand!"

(Ummm, I got a thrill when a pretty girl stares at me as if she was peeping at me) The most important thing to remember is that you are not being peeked at directly because you are looking through a bug mask.)

"Ah, Ezuki-san! Can you wait for a moment after you finish changing? I wanted to exchange contact information.

After saying that, Serai-san runs toward the store. I wondered if a guy like me was allowed to get the contact information of such a cute girl.

I was unable to hide my embarrassment at this unfamiliar sequence of events.