10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

One fall night.

A small rural area everywhere.

The villagers were at ease and fell asleep this year with the same harvest as usual.

Now we can get past the next winter.

Trying to hang in there again next spring.

Without knowing you won't come to this village the next winter.

Don't know the tranquil routine ends tonight.

The village that finished the harvest was surrounded by silence.

The name of the village is the village of Amphore.

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One house on the outskirts of the village.

A small house with only one moment.

In it, one man wakes up.

Snort with Sunsung, as if you smelled an unusual odor.

"Smells like grass, smells like dirt. It's after the harvest, and it's not crazy..."

Lay the straw down, get off the cloth-covered sleeping table, and the man opens the door to the house.

Stand your triangular ears and snort your damp nose.

"He said it smelled like blood! Shit, and it's getting darker and darker! Raid!?

A man opens his eyes.

A man who takes it right back indoors and begins to support it.

The room stays dark without the lights on.

Still, there was no problem for the man.

It's dark (...) and (...) also (...) look (...) uh (...).

Knives, short bows, and arrows.

He quickly wears the tools he usually uses to hunt, and the man leaves the house quietly.

There are no abnormalities around the house even if you stare.

But the man's nose captured the smell of blood, and the man's ears captured the sound of a crust and grass rubbing.

Tattering his tail, a man rushes out.

In this village, no, the only werewolf in this neighborhood.

The man's name is Donnie.

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There was no reason for a man to leave the herd where he was born and raised.

It's not like the boss didn't like it. It's not like I didn't feel the love of my parents.

Just somehow.

It seems that some werewolves who live in flocks are occasionally like men.

Both the boss and his parents were sending out men, sparing their goodbyes.

Maybe that's how they've expanded their habitat as a species.

Temperatures haven't risen in the summer either, and in the winter it's cold enough to go south from home.

The man flowed away.

Sometimes we walk off the streets through wild mountains and get daily food from hunting and gathering.

Sometimes we stop by villages and cities with loose checks and sell the fur we get from hunting to buy the essentials.

Flowing at will for several years.

Over a number of mountains, over rivers, across countries the man flowed.

I used to stay in the mountains where no one was and live as a hunter.

I used to spend some time in the King's Capital helping the merchants who were being attacked by monsters.

Still.

The man did not stop the journey.

Maybe he was looking for somewhere that wasn't here.

Maybe he was looking for his own herd.

Or give me your place.

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It was one family that stopped the man from traveling.

Sell fur as usual to get essentials.

The village I stopped by for that reason was small enough to sow up in barter rather than buy and sell.

In response to the man were the village chief of that village and a family.

"Are you sure? This knife, it's all business, isn't it? The fur I brought you is so irreplaceable."

"Yeah, that's okay. There's no use for it anymore."

"That being said..."

"Ah! So how about you live in this village too? I don't care if you're furry, or you can teach these kids a lot of things, okay? Hey, village chief, you were looking for a hunter, weren't you? You're not the best werewolf hunter!

"Anyway... well, I'm not sure I was looking. Are you willing to live in this village as a hunter?

"No, I'm going on a journey."

"Hey, hey, Uncle! That's a tail block! Do you mind if I touch it?

"Here, Charles. Your mothers are talking, aren't they? Later. Oh, Alice!

To the man who tried to say no, two little shadows approaching Tokotoko.

The boy looks up at the man and asks.

The girl was trying to touch the man's tail, saying she still couldn't speak well, blocked.

"Hehe, Charles, Alice, come here. You mustn't touch Mr. Beast's tail. So, what do you say? I think I've already missed my kid. Plus... I have an extra bow. of the same origin as a knife."

To his mother's words, the boom and the man's tail are shaken. Her face is disguised as faceless, but her body couldn't seem to hide her reaction.

The girl who was approaching her tail had an unspeakable voice, wow, wow.

Perhaps the children were happy to approach the man with the face of the wolf itself without a shudder.

Perhaps he was happy that he tried to accept the identity of the flower without even questioning it.

Or were you intrigued by the bow?

The werewolf man settled in a small rural area after a while.

The name of the village is the village of Amphore.

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It is outside the village that there is a man's house.

A man who is a hunter needs to handle his prey. Because of the smell, houses and cabins were provided in the outer periphery of the village.

A man who runs quietly without making a sound.

Its eyes capture a chunk of grass. What you hear is the sound of crust and grass rubbing. And a slight breath.

What I feel from my nose is the smell of soil and grass. And a slight (...) body (...) odor (...) and iron odor of a person (...).

"Chip, is this the reason you didn't notice? Who the hell are you?

A man who speaks up and does what.

A chunk of grass notices a man and stands up.

And.

It was a dagger I had to hide, and it attacked a man.

A man approaching with a quick move and stabbing a knife through a chunk of grass.

The knife I pulled out had red blood on it.

It is instantaneous killing.

Most of all, the man chose not to ambush because he was confident.

"No answer. Fair enough."

A man who groans with a boss and wanders a chunk of grass.

And strip the grass with gutter.

What emerged from inside, as the man expected.

I was human.

It is an assailant.

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Around the same time a man slaughtered one of his raiders, the village becomes noisy.

Apparently several villagers have noticed the raid and resisted, shouting and informing the villagers.

"Beyond the square. Shit, I can't even hear you from the entrance. It's bigger than I expected."

The man with his face up squeaks.

If it was a small number, the man could have managed alone, even in the state of being entered into the village.

However, there are noises from various parts of the village that quarrel.

"Get up! Don't fight, run to the woods!

The man walks through the village screaming.

The village is just a small village with about 50 houses.

The man quickly reaches the square.

There were 10 grass dolls there.

"Run! To the woods!

I don't see the villagers.

Still, the man keeps screaming.

A village that embraced the werewolves of the streamers.

To save one or more of the people who live there.

The man shoots an arrow and waves a knife.

Surrounded, injured and injured by raiders.

As a weapon to protect one and more, to kill one and more.

Lots of passives.

A man remembers one word as he fights in desperate circumstances.

Words my boss told me when I left my hometown herd.

"Donnie, remember. The werewolves... with their fingernails if they don't have weapons. With fangs if you don't have nails. If you don't have fangs, use that body. It is the pride of the werewolves to fight to protect their flock and kill them even if they die. Maybe one day you'll find out."

Rough breathing man.

Full of creativity, but the man was slashing and laying low the raiders.

Take the knife in your right hand, and look at the bow with the strings cut off in your left hand.

The man was headed to a certain place as he dragged his wounded leg.

Same as men, migrants from elsewhere.

What they lived in was the detachment of a village opposite the man's house.

Without resting the wounded body and without looking at the blood flowing, the man advances his legs.

In exchange for fur and knowledge, go under the family who gave the man a knife and a short bow.

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A house on the outskirts of the village.

What the man who arrived saw was an unexpected sight.

Eight raiders in front of the house.

Two men forming themselves at the entrance to the house as opposed.

It is the father of the family and his son Basil.

The father sets up a shield and guards the entrance.

The 16-year-old boy Basil stood in front of him and had a burning (...) eh (...) ru (...) sword (...) in his hand.

It is the mother of the family who faces out of the house.

Words reach a man's ear.

"dwell in all things, magic vegetables. Hear and manifest my life. Magic, be a flame and fight your enemies. Fire Arrow"

A flaming arrow appears over the woman's head and flies towards the raider.

The arrow pierced the raider and burned up his grass-covered body.

"Damn, why is there a wizard in a village like this! It's an arrow, shoot an arrow!

A man like the leader of the Raiders speaks up.

Arrows released in response to the voice are bounced with the great shield of the father of the family who came forward.

Still in time, if I strike from behind, a man who moves forward with a squeaky scratched body.

But.

"Hey, it's a fire arrow! Burn every house!

"Head, I'm coming from behind!

Raiders set the arrows on fire.

Did you get into your sight in the middle of preparation? Looks like they also found a man approaching.

"I'll kill him! Don't you dare shoot me!

A raider called Head stands in front of a man.

Desperately avoiding the attack and waving the knife, the wounded man had his eyes on him.

The house will burn.

To get away from the burning house, the father of the family stepped outside was shot through.

Wave a magically made sword and watch a struggling boy get slashed.

And.

Out of the woods, a bandit holds you and brings you one boy.

The head of the raider meets the man who was slashing it and the mother of the family.

The woman smiled small with her gaze at the man after she glanced at the boy brought from the woods.

I asked you, as if.

"dwell in all things, magic vegetables. Give my life and beg. Magic, be the flame that burns down your enemies. Burn only the enemy, protect the villagers, Mr. Donnie, your son, your daughter. It's my last favor. Flame of Life (The Last)"

A small fire lights the woman's chest.

With the collapsed woman, the fire on the ground.

He made a bow of noise and spread to one side.

Raiders in contact with the spreading flames burn up.

And the man's feet touch the flames, too.

But.

"Not hot, you say?

The flames on one side that burned the raiders had no effect on the man.

"Oh, Mother! Father! Brother Basil!

A sad scream reaches the man's ear.

"If you care. We're getting away with this, Charles!

"Mr. Doni! Your father, your mother and your brother Basil!

In the light of the flames that crawl through the earth, Charles' face rises as he rushes over to his falling family.

The approaching man touches the three men who fall.

A man who shakes his head small.

All three of them, it looks like they were already out.

"No. Charles, think about getting out of here now. What happened to Alice?

"Mr. Doni! But, because, everyone!

"Look, Charles! The flames didn't reach all the villages! There's the rest of us! We all risked our lives to get you out of here!

A man screams with his hands on both shoulders of Charles.

It is the pride of the werewolves to fight to protect their flock and kill them even if they die.

Then the man who couldn't protect the herd.

At the end of the day, the man the mother of the family asked for about his son.

"Look, Charles. I couldn't protect the herd. I'm a loser. But let me protect you. We're getting away!"

A man who pulls the little boy's hand and takes his steps to escape into the woods.

A haunted wolf away from the herd of birth.

The werewolf man, who finally found his herd, couldn't protect the herd.

Hiding regret and self-reproach, the man continues the fight.

A village that embraced haggling wolves.

You put yourself in the herd, to protect the boss's kid.

The common little countryside vanished without the next winter.

The name of the village is the village of Amphore.

A werewolf man who failed to protect his flock continues in a desperate battle to protect one boy.

The man's name is Donnie.