The traveling martial artist and village hero has changed their job to the Monster Master !!! (1/6)

Today, people seeking a new way of life gather at the temple.

Those who devote their lives to the art of swordsmanship.

Those who aspire to become students of magic.

Those who pursue the path of commerce.

Those who throw themselves into pleasure and amusement.

And sometimes they seek respite in a corner of the bustling Alltrades Abbey.

In the Ruida's bar, today, those who dream of the future are nourishing their energy for the day ahead.

"Oh, pass pass."

At one of the round tables lined up, a man large enough to overhang his chair thrusts his palm toward his companions and dismisses their suggestions.

"Since you've mastered such an ill-fitting profession as a Priest, I should master the paladin first."

"Carver, you seemed frustrated when you switched to being a Priest."

The man called Carver folded his arms in front of his thick chest plate and nodded deeply while shaking his inverted purplish-blue hair.

"So how about you, Mr. Amos?"

"No, I too believe that my priority is to train as a Gladiator."

The bespectacled boy shakes his head as he speaks, and a man in armor, looking like a warrior, shakes his head.

Amos, too, has a body that sets him apart from the rest of the group, and he serves as the vanguard of the group with a physique no less stout than Carver's.

He mastered the paladin earlier and is now training diligently to master the Gladiator.

"......"

The two big men speak together, despite the thoughtful look on the pointed blue-haired boy's face.

"Well, we don't really belong in a profession like Monster Master."

"Yes, we will protect you well and leave such a detailed occupation to you instead."

The two muscular men squared their shoulders and smiled broadly.

They had the sticky gaze of four impersonal eyes on their broad backs.

A carriage pulled by a white horse is parked beside a river flowing through the plain.

The owners of the carriage were exploring a cave, and the two remaining men were bathing in the river.

"When I return the sword, I use this muscle. So you can train them with this ...... movement."

"Oh, I see!"

Carver and Amos were kindred spirits.

Of course, the trust between them was as strong as that between the others, but in a party full of young, thin people, there was a comfort in their relationship that came from the ease and fervor of man to man.

""......""

And the men were not the only ones remaining outside the cave.

Two oddly shaped shadows briefly appear from under the canopy.

One was Lipps, a giant slug monster with thick Lipps.

The other is Tentsuk, a clownish monster with an indescribable appearance.

Both monsters had become friends through the profession of Monster Master.

The four deformed eyes gazed at the muscular bodies of men who were sweating after their training.

Carver's massive muscles, which could not even be compared to those of the demons, shone in the sunlight.

The water that cooled his hot skin ran down the hair of Amos's body, pooling and dripping in his lush armpits and groin.

Even if it is just a simple bathing, the dynamic, yet lively movements of these athletic men are mesmerizing to watch.

But there was only one part of their bodies that the men could not control.

"......"

Two monsters stare at them.

The organs dangling between their thighs, which could be described as a mass of flesh, leap up with a hefty weight and are swung around.

The two oval balls overflowing day and night with the raw material of life that only a man can produce, and the sack that encases them.

A large cylinder that shoots out its abundant semen and pours it deep into the mother's body.

Both Carver and Amos were exposing their huge reproductive organs, which could easily be mistaken for those of male deities, to the strong sunlight without hesitation.

"Nn......?"

Noticing the stares that pierced their own crotches, the men turned their backs to the carriage.

Still, a sticky sensation continues to crawl behind their hairy testicles peeking out from between their legs.

The cheerful atmosphere has been transformed, and a restless atmosphere prevails along the riverside.

The two men are training day in and day out to be the best at vanguard work.

There was another reason why they refused to change jobs to become Monster Master.