I Got a New Skill Every Time I Was Exiled, and After 100 Different Worlds, I Was Unmatched (WN)

“Hey, Ed.
You don’t have to come back tomorrow.”

“Eh?”

I had moved to a new base and had been going to a tavern for the past two weeks.
There, I was suddenly greeted by a man wearing light armor who was acting as a scout.
His nose was as red as ever, but the look on his face when he was drunk looked a bit different from usual and he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

Confused, I asked, “Umm, what do you mean …?”

“It’s just what it says.
I said we don’t need you anymore.”

“No, no, no.
All of a sudden you said something like that.
…”

“It’s not sudden.
We’ve talked about this many times without you.
I mean, this is our consensus.”

“…..
Are you sure about this?”

I looked around with an enquiring look at my fellow tablemates.
But the girl in the neat priest’s uniform looked away awkwardly, and the sorceress with the pointy hat sighed in exasperation.
…

“Yu,Yuusha-sama?”

“… Oh, it’s true.”

Finally, a young man wearing expensive armor approached me…he told me this with a bitter look on his face.

“Hey, Ed.
You were definitely a talented person.
That’s why I invited you to the party, and everyone was so happy to see you.
And your work in the first few years was really great, too.
You’ve helped me, you’ve taught me.
There are so many things I can think of now.”

“Then――”

“But!”

As if to interrupt my words of insistence, he replied with a strong tone.

“What about you these days? You’ve been slacking off on the work you’ve been assigned, and you’ve been playing around with the time you used to spend doing independent training.
While everyone is improving their skills for the tough battle ahead, only you, …, are still the same as when you joined.”

I couldn’t help but choke up at the painful words of the hero.
But no one around me would defend me even if they saw me like that.
Well, it was only natural.
As I was told earlier, this conclusion must have been reached after many discussions.

“Ha, ha, ha.
So then I ….?”

“Hai, yes.
Ed ….
you are expelled from the hero party.”

His voice was dismissive, as if he was talking to himself and his friends.
When I heard this, I turned my head … and shouted.

“Yosshi ~ya~a~a~a~a~a~a!!!”

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—Condition met.
Ten minutes remaining until return.

“”

“Ed!? What’s going on?!”

“Why are you so happy? Have you lost your mind?”

For some reason, I shouted with joy, and the hero and the sorceress called out to me.
I excitedly patted both of them on the shoulder.

“No, no, no.
I’m sane, okay? It’s just that I finally got my wish.
Oh, yeah.
Would you mind taking this before you leave?”

With that, I reach out into the empty space.
Then my hand was sucked into a black hole in the air, and I pulled out a bunch of papers from it onto the table.

“W-What is it?!”

“What, are you saying that you have dimensional storage!? You have a skill like that!?”

As the name implied, dimensional storage was a useful skill that allowed you to store large quantities of goods in another space.
As far as I knew, there were only three people in this world who possessed this skill, and unfortunately, none of the members of the hero party possessed dimensional storage.

But this wasn’t a normal dimensional storage.
It was a banishment skill called [Stranger’s Box], and its effect was to retain its contents even across worlds.
…. Well, that’s enough for now.

“Why didn’t you say so!? If you have that kind of skill, there are so many ways to utilize it――”

“Well, First.
You should read this.”

“This is a … instruction manual, right?”

The hero muttered as he looked down at the bundle of papers I had given him.

“That’s right.
I’ve been thinking about it.
I’ve put together a list of efficient training methods and ways to acquire new skills based on the information I’ve gathered from the battles I’ve been in.
So I hope you can use this as a reference for whatever kind of growth you seek in the future.”

“… Ano, there’s this magic I’m supposed to be able to learn that has a name I don’t know.”

In contrast to the sorceress who was reading my manual with a questioning look on her face, the priestess who was reading my handwritten