When the boy in uniform visited the mansion, a toddler with a familiar face sat downstairs and nodded.
"Hey Huifeng. Are you still depressed?"
A boy speaks up and strokes the toddler's head. The boy is fifteen. The toddler turns four.
"It's okay now...... Thank you, Ninie."
It is painfully visible in the eyes of a boy called Niney that a toddler called Huifeng is forced to smile.
The boy knew. That this kid just lost his parents the other day.
The kid was very smart. And he was not like a toddler. I intend to face the weight of fate imposed on me and at this age. From the boy's point of view, it even feels cruel passing the harsh.
"You don't look okay. What's Kira doing?
"I'm here, what are you doing here?
From the back room, a girl of the same age appears as the boy.
"I'm quitting school. I'm going to America with Simon."
Toddlers and girls are taken aback by the boy's words.
"He's going to be a soldier. I was wondering if I could join you."
"Are you going to be gone until Ninie?
Toddlers cry.
"I'll see you in the nettle, and I'll be back in a minute."
Boy with a sinister face.
"You've been a lot of jerks for a long time... Ha...... Well, why don't you just go on your own?
To the girl's cold, angry voice, the boy wandered funny.
"Beautiful, honey, marry Ninie."
The expression of a toddler in a crying face made the girl hesitant. The boy is also solidified.
"That way Ninny won't be gone. So get married."
"No... because I can't do it at my age..."
To a desperately begging toddler, the girl teaches with a troubled face.
"So when you're old enough to be able to, you'll marry me, and you'll make me free every day?
"Don't do anything nasty in front of Huifeng! Don't talk to me!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The toddler finally cried as the girl yelled and relentlessly goofed the boy in the face.
That was about thirteen years ago.
Nuri Village "Which Mura" is currently at the peak of the "Black Period".
All but one villager knows what the name means. It has been ordained in the village for centuries.
The Black Period is visited every thirty-three years and lasts about twenty years. In other words, the period of the Black Period is longer in the village, but the Black Period is also a peaceful one at the beginning. Around seven or eight years after it began, it began to erode the village, and by the time it crossed the decade, it would be pretty bad. Around a decade from now to the end, its cruelty reaches its peak.
The majority of the houses in Nuri Village are still old-fashioned wooden architectural houses on straw roofs.
The doorway drawer opens and the eldest daughter of the house returns home with a vain eye. Clothes are torn and disturbed everywhere, and moles can be seen in the body.
"Ye Zi... you've been hit by a maniac again"
My mother pities me and speaks to my daughter, who will be fifteen this year.
"Hey... how long do I have to put up with this...?
Leaves stare at my mother with a vain look, voicing a vain voice.
"Because I have one more year of patience. That would... end the Black Period. Until then, be patient for the village. The other kids are always impatient. We were scattered when we were young, too. Your ancestors have always been... There's no such thing as a woman in Nuri Village who's never been raped."
"You're kidding me! Why do you keep doing such crazy habits all the time only in our village!
"I don't know...... I was born here out of luck."
To the furious leaves, the mother tells them with a given look.
"I'll tell you what. There's nothing wrong with you out there, is there? If this place can stand the Black Period, then a good life is guaranteed. Get the money from the state. You also know that a lot of the people who went out of the village will be back here any minute, right? I mean, that's the thing."
Mother with a masochistic grin. In fact, she once disgusted herself during the Black Age and her mother had left outside the village. But my mother, who has never even attended elementary school, tells me that the world outside the village never fits at all, and she ended up back. You can live a very relaxed and relaxed life here if you put up with the Black Period.
"And I'm a little more patient. Until then, be patient. Its patient and hard feelings can all be spit out soon"
Seeing his mother's face laughing deeply in meaning, Leaf was relieved, while burning a black flame in his chest.
That was two years ago.
Ip Zi was heavily trained to be one of the village warriors.
Leaf had a purpose. The purpose is to avenge Leafy.
And that day finally came the long-awaited day of the villagers. It is the last day of the Black Period. Ip can take revenge here.
"Damn it! What the hell happened? What is this? You guys think you can just turn on me like this? Mumble!"
In front of all the villagers, barebacked and restrained with their hands and feet, is a young man named Pustula, who is supposed to celebrate his twentieth birthday tomorrow.
With the birth of the Impulse, the Black Period began. It was said that he was the blood of a king who would unite the village from an early age, and he was held in all his luxury, and even allowed to do any work. Over-degree pranks, bullying and violence against those who do not like it, and even committing the village daughters are all the king's deeds, but therefore not to blame. As a result, act all you want to do and continue to do harm to the village. Keep saving resentment for the villagers.
But he was not informed of a certain fact.
But all the villagers except the forceful knew a certain fact.
The sacrifice of a village called the Black Son, the twentieth year of raising the Black Son is called the Black Period, and it has been performed from generation to generation in Nuri Village for hundreds of years.
"Your life is dead today, too. You were born to die today."
A young man his age tells him with a hateful grin. A man who was always stubborn. He was working the evil deeds with the forceful, but then he was always around apologizing to the harmed person. All the villagers know that he was hard too, and no one resents him.
"What do you mean... What the hell, it..."
The resentful gaze of the villagers and the mockery floating in their mouths make their hearts and hearts feel cold.
One took the index finger of the right hand of the forceps and folded without hesitation. Another one who was replaced spun his broken finger sideways, yet another villager who was replaced stabbed a needle in his nail, the next villager stuck a drill in his mouth and drilled a hole in his gum, then pressed a baking 'on the back of his foot.
A screaming forceful many times. And then comes Leaf's turn.
Ye Zi does not immediately attempt to tackle the act, but stares at the forceps and conceives.
"Leaf, you've been nice to me! You gasped at me for feeling good, and you didn't even feel bad! You're killing me!
Even the act of exposing himself in front of the villagers caused him extra hatred, he couldn't turn his head.
Leaf took the bamboo and turned to the groin of the bamboo. A few seconds later, the biggest scream I've ever heard.
After plenty of a day, the villagers cleared up their previous grudges. But don't ever kill me.
"I'll curse you... you guys, I'll curse you..."
When the night approached twelve o'clock, it was where I thought the torture was finally over. Skinned all over his body, his body filled with cuts, burns and stabbing wounds, his hands, feet, eyes and nose missing, moaning at the villagers.
"The curse is fine. Come on, curse me."
A prayerer from the village enters before the forcible and tells him solemnly.
"Master Mundane will turn your curse into food for the village. Keep cursing, suffering forever. It turns me into a village."
The word "no" sounded familiar. I heard the villagers say that name several times. When I asked twice, all I got was an answer that I didn't know and a pungent answer.
As with this ritual, Xuan guessed that all the villagers but himself knew existed.
"Dear None! Beyond the time of thirty-three years, now is the time to show yourself before us! The end of the Black Age is approaching! Please do not turn the Black Son into our food!
A prayerer opens his hands and shouts out loud.
"Dear None!
"Dear None, Ah!
"Dear None, Hey, come on!
"Dear None, give us an answer! Give the Black Son eternal pain and curse!
Seeing the villagers scream ecstatically, Fortune remembers a bottomless fear.
Eventually, out of the darkness, it appeared before the villagers.
It was nothing short of human beings. A monster with a white bumpy body, about four meters long from head to tail and about two meters high. Something like black eyes existed in the head, but the ears, mouth and nose could not be ascertained. Something like a thick arm is stretched, but I can't confirm my hand and the tip of my arm is just rounded. Upright but very short legs.
Many of the villagers see it for the first time. I only show up once every thirty-three years anyway.
White monster - When Master Nonagi came to the sight of the forceful, a slice ran beneath his eyes and a bright red mouth opened wide.
In the red mouth, which contrasts high with the white epidermis, a fountain pen was visible in the eyes of the forceps.
And the fountain pen became the first thing that Manchu saw.
The monster's arm pierces the heart of the forceps.
It was clearly reflected in the eyes of the strong inspired among the villagers that the soul rose from the body of the forcible.
When the monster opens his mouth and breathes heavily, the spirit of the forceful is sucked into his mouth.
Once again the monster opens his mouth, spits a fountain pen out of his mouth, and takes it with his rounded hands ahead, he lets it rise high.
"Me! Me, please! Warriors are trained!
Ip raised his hand first and shouted, and he made his name out.
"No! To me!
"Choose me! Oh, my God!
Some of the other villagers screamed, but the monster walked with it, stopping in front of the leaves and offering the fountain pen to the leaves. Leaf's face breaks.
"Dear None... Thank you very much"
With extreme emotion and even tears, Ip received a fountain pen.
That was a year ago.
"Lily, I have tea in here"
It was a lily who was passionate about what she looked into in her room, but the voice of Platinum Taro, along with the sound of a knock, exhaled.
"Come in."
"You've been in your room lately."
Platinum Taro pours tea with a lonely voice.
"While I was shopping for this and digging books, I was reading too late than I was buying them, and I was loading too many books. And certain books…"
All the lilies had piled up on their desks were old sooty tea books. Most are Japanese books closed with strings, not western
"Shimogami Tsukuba"?
Since there were several common words lined up in the title of the Japanese book, Platinum Taro accidentally speaks.
"We're talking about spirits living and changing in centuries-old tools. Therefore, there is a habit of discarding objects in '99, and I was angry that the discarded objects would have gained their lives in another year, and I became a monster and flipped a flag against humans."
"Didn't we talk about getting a life after all?"
"You're going to read ninety-nine. Ninety-nine years, or ninety-nine types."
"Why would you be interested in that?
To Platinum Taro's question, Lily spills a meaningful smile.
"As long as you live, always seek new powers, new moves, new knowledge, and hone yourself."
"I see! It's a boulder lily! I'll refine it so I can make a better cup of tea too!
It was a lily that I almost told to refine other than tea, but I stopped. I also tried to say that was all I could get, but I stopped doing that, too.
"I'll make it. I'm round, too."
"Huh? What is it?
He was a strangely asked white golden taro, but the lily did not indulge and carried the teacup to his mouth.