Chapter 112: 112 Three Preambles

That night - inside the shrine's territory, the smell of liquor and the exploding slut smell of meat and meat swept back, filled with several lowly laughs and a grudging and grieving gasp.

A feast that takes place in the shrine's territory, gathered together gold, food, alcohol and women from all over the village. Many of the men of the village have been killed by a group of wild ambushes that attacked the village, and the young women have been gathered together to be abused in their stead.

"Your head, when you're done with it, is that okay?

A little dirty middle-aged man with a missing tooth begs for a snarling grin at a young man with a stern appearance who would not even be half his age.

"No. I'll use this one for the time being. It's been a long time."

A great man called your head answers with a laugh. In its arms was held the most beautiful daughter in the village, first chosen by the privilege of the head.

"Huh. Then get tired of it early. Everyone wants to use that superior, so they're nagging."

"That's a difficult story. I was just born in Beppin."

"Different."

Novo and the others give a humble laugh.

"As always, I just brought in a bunch of tiny ones. I'm tired."

I think I'm ten years old or there and I put all the girls together in the corner of the room, and I speak to the boy covered in one of them so that your head makes fun of him.

The boy's fresh snowy, white skin nudity feels more glossy than the women collected.

"It's both a matter of body size and… preference,"

A boy called Tired looks back and smiles back adorably.

He had clear pale golden hair and mysterious luminous green eyes, Southern Barbarian no matter how he looked - and was a breathtaking looking boy.

It's amongst the savage, nasty wildlings, just like cranes to sweep away. But what they're doing is just like them. No, worse. Anyway, he was just collecting young daughters like the first period hadn't even begun.

And tiredness leaves her daughter, who had laid it together until then, and gives her a large cloth in the area.

"Not yet... far to complete..."

Tired of dropping your eyes on the cloth and whining. The cloth is mostly white, but discolored to red tea and red and black colors only at one end. If you look closely, you can see the embroidery sewn like a disastrous tattoo.

"Your head. Interesting story. No."

One of the wild men came into the country and spread a grin on his red face and said:

"The mountain behind this village is a man called Kamiyama, and those who go inside are hidden from God every now and again. Come on. That's why the villagers will never come in."

His report stopped you from moving. Tired is good for your head.

"I did... feel an unusual spirit..."

"Me too. I can feel some pretty strong evil from the north side."

I see tiredness and your head talking to each other in a straight face, and the wild grin I reported disappears.

These two were wild, but also sorcerers. I had fears that the two of them were taking their reports seriously.

"Isn't it yummy? I heard a few people talk about it and stopped going to the mountain for a liver test."

"They're stupid..."

Your head exhaled and resumed its movements.

"Maybe he won't come back. Still, I'll wait till tomorrow evening. Don't let them go with the mountain. If your life is in vain."

In the words of your head, in the midst of the kingdom that had been raging until then, there was a momentary but heavy air, but soon he returned to the turmoil.

"What... where is this place... Was he turned into a fox?

He moans with a pale look as he trembles with his sword-standing hand. I was also awakened to too many anomalies.

He was walking in a strange spot when the attacking villagers called him Kamiyama and went to try his liver with his companions Nofu.

I was supposed to be in the mountains, but at some point I'm walking in a plain I've never seen before. It should have been night, but it's day. Even though it was autumn, it was hot as midsummer and I sweat from all over my body.

It's an unusual place. The flat earth continues to be extended, and the end of the earth cannot be seen. For the first time in his life he saw something called a horizon that connects the ground to the sky. It's just a bunch of pompous, growing trees, and substitutes that I've never seen in the country where he was born and raised.

And the animals. White and black striped horses run around without herds. Immediately on the side, a horse and a creature with a skin tone and brown lingering patterned skin, a long neck, and a back-length horse and deer full of heaven, stretches out their long purple tongue and eats the leaves of the tree.

"Where is it then?!? Here. Huh!

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Crying and screaming, but there was no one to answer.

Immediately beside him crying down, an animal covered with a long tail grown, macularly scaly, whose tip was to blame, stretched his tongue with an elongated face on something like a tsuka made of dirt, eating ants in a heartbeat.

That was about five hundred years ago.

"Finally... I found you"

A crumbling hall that no one has visited for hundreds of years, secluded in the mountains.

In it, a man trembles with excitement in front of a tiny pot that is tightly sealed with dozens of curse bills.

"Is it dangerous if I take it out? The seal seems to be loose."

A woman peering in from behind calmly tells her. Around the floor where the kettle was placed were scattered with scattered pieces of curse bills.

"If the seal of" The Spirit of Power "is broken and runs wild, surely there is no danger to us. But you want me to miss this treasure? The Sealed Power Spirit is a substitute that the human in its muscles desires so much that his hand can come out of his throat. I don't care if you pound out your forehead enough to spend the rest of your life playing."

They, the modern treasure hunters, had no power to exercise them, even if they had knowledge of the paranormal realms. What they found was a curse that sealed the spirit with powerful power. I'm not likely to be able to deal with it effectively when something happens.

"You don't have to explain it to me. I know. What can I do to get this far and butt in?"

A woman exhaled small, took a large bath out of her backpack, and twirled the kettle with cautious hands.

That was about two weeks ago.

Whether the sun went down at that moment of the month or all the friends I was playing with went home, I didn't try to go home inside. I was walking blah blah blah blah on my own outside.

My parents are divorced, and Moment One is taken by my father with my sister Mika. My father, a martial artist, doesn't go home until the end of the dojo, so it's late to go home.

When I get home, I'll be alone with my sister. That's why Moment One doesn't go back inside.

The two older sisters were very whimsical, short-tempered and violent, girls who had no idea what they were thinking. Driven by irrational anger with mundane things, I bump it instantly. I wanted to avoid being alone with my sister for that as much as possible.

But I can't go home forever. I just went around eight o'clock at night and I finally get home.

"You were too late today! What were you doing!

My sister, who will be in fifth grade this year, welcomes home instantly with a strong tone of screaming. It's always this way of talking. I don't talk to women the way I do, and I speak strongly. It's the father's influence.

"Beh, nothing... I was just playing..."

"You always tell me to speak clearly! Don't squirm with a fine voice at a man's ass!

I didn't like being the same as my sister and father for the moment, I didn't imitate the way the two spoke, and I was trying not to sympathize with the way I thought.

I know instantly that my sister is also isolated in school because of the influence of her father, a strict martial artist, who has become a completely strange person. There's no way I want to be the same. Mika always pointed at the beginning of that depression in an instant.

"You think you can play so late because you don't have a father! You don't think it's dangerous! There was a shootout yesterday, too!

The instant is irresistible as if you've given up on Mika, who wakes up with her cheeks twisted.

That's when I notice something like a scratch in my sister's hand.

"Sister, what's that wound?

"We just had a fight! The usual!

Mika takes her hands off her instant cheeks and makes her look even more grumpy.

"You're in a bickering with the class commissioner I've been preaching greatly about the strange way I talk and say things, the unreadable air, the strange way I think! One of these days we're gonna beat each other up!

I guess I must have gotten my hands on it first from my sister, instantly I guess.

"They don't like strangers in the world! If there's a guy who's changed at all, he makes it look bad or laughs! Then we should all have the same face, personality and way of thinking! So equal!

Throw away in repentance. I was secretly sympathetic to Mika for not having a single friend at school because of this temper and behavior.

"Watch it now! I'll definitely get back at those guys! I'm gonna be a celebrity in a position to get thistled by people, and I'm gonna get into their eyes, even if I don't like it, and I'm gonna give it back!

Mika had spoken of the refracted desire in herself only before the moment. There was nothing in my mind that would make such a fool of my sister's aspirations. I was rather even willing to support him. But on the other hand, I was thinking about it.

(Me too... my sister is going to be amazing and I'm going to give her back)

I have yet to find out exactly what an ideal self that amazing guy is. I was just vaguely contriving, but only that determination was strong.

That was six years ago.

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