"Slave Girl Sighed In With Daily Tiredness Let Your Mind Starve Out!!!!! Come on!!!!! Shout out and refresh!!!!!!!!"
Slave girl's clean smile and bright husky voice.
Two elements, usually viewed from the side, were brought from the front. All today, for some reason, I couldn't look directly at them.
Ren gets annoyed.
Square where the shadows of the night fell. I can see the sandy ground.
"I'm a runaway adventurer. I fought a new breed of demons in the dungeon today..."
"Really!!!!! Good job!!!!!"
Start talking to Potty Potty about what happened today.
Slave girls grin and strike the gavel of temperament and great momentum. As Len has seen so far, he makes a voice that involves Len, who is facing each other with rapid-flowing energy.
"Me, I got promoted from luggage in the meantime to avant-garde and came along pretty well...... but today I couldn't help at all"
Yes, it was.
That intelligent (intelligence) demon (monster).
From the moment that one showed up, Ren just fell back into a foot clump.
I'm gonna let you tell the witch magician to buffoon. I meant to be polishing myself with my goal.
"Wow - a strong demon is the other guy, I'm not even a foot wrapper to defeat the demons around me, fail... I thought I could do more... at all, no...!
"I get it!!!!!"
Slave girls strongly guarantee something that Ren was unsubstantiated.
"It's OK!!!!! You've been working so hard!!!! Always remember the effort, I was moving forward without losing sight of my goals!!!!! That can't be unrequited!!!!"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Really!!!!!!"
"Ha. Yes, you are."
I can't shake my neck vertically, trying to snort.
No. There's no way. I know. No matter how much I do, it doesn't make sense if I don't get results. If you get in someone's way, you'll be depressed. If I can't accomplish anything, they'll kick me out one day.
People can't be kind to people for free.
So, even Len.
"Me, I've been trying so hard."
"Damn right!!!!!"
Don't be abandoned, so that you can give him back, increase your dungeon findings, wear magic and tap into the use of your body. Every time I find out something new, if I do something new, I just overlap my pride in doing it.
I can't help but wonder if this is all you did.
If I did it, I can't help but mourn why I won't be rewarded.
"Yet why, like everyone else, can't be..."
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!!!!! YOU ARE ONLY YOU IN THE WORLD!!!!! Ain't nobody else's eyes!!!!
I know. I'm not the only one. It's piling up. Even the others. Ren just hasn't seen it. All of Ren's party members are more seasoned adventurers than Ren.
Even that sorceress.
"You don't want to lose, you don't want to give up. Fuck you. It may have been a bummer, but it must have come."
"Losing is a treasure!!!!! The secret to success lies in not stopping the trial!!!! You are amazing to instinctively understand and work hard that you cannot succeed once and for all!!!!"
Wow, wow, wow.
That's what slave girls say to me. It gives me all the affirmations without hesitation.
WOW, WOW, WOW............ WHERE?
People always have the advantage and the disadvantage.
The result appears relative.
Be praised for the process and be anything but comforting. Comparing the strengths of an adventurer with Ren and a sorceress, I assure you that a hundred are superior to a hundred and a sorceress.
Ren wants to scream whenever she can show off her power in her generation and yet as if she were different from herself.
Different talent, different birth, different growth!
That's what I screamed for, and the answer is one.
"Hmm. So?
That's it.
That's the truth.
"I'm here in this city because I want someone to admit it...!
"It's OK!!!!! Your hard work is set to be acknowledged!!!!"
"'Cause where I was born, it's so boring, I can't dream, that's why I came to this city in a wider place..."
Uncluttered, everywhere snug and dull words.
Pity. Pity. Pity. I'll hate myself. I hate a gentle heart. I can't believe I want to be a hero. I'm the one who became an adventurer.
In a dungeon, let your heart pour into the work of the brave man who pulled out the one sword that people's hopes gave birth to.
And yet, why not?
I admired the brave man who helps people, why can only flatter others? Oh, shit. I bet you are.
Because I didn't want to be someone's hero for someone.
I wanted you to praise me. I wanted to stay in history. I wanted someone else for me, just for me.
Yet instead of just living alone and full of refinement, I only let others annoy me.
"Having dreams is such a good thing!!!!! People move on because they have dreams!!!! It's ok!!!!! The nostalgia of this city is huge!!!!! We should be overflowing with a lot of encounters to come!!!!!!"
No.
No matter how much you get affirmed, it doesn't resonate with Ren's mind right now. It never clears my mind of blame. Unadmittedly body. A mind that does not accept. The spirit keeps punishing itself and doesn't forgive it.
Still, worn out and words leak. Ren was no longer listening to the slave girl. Just on the one hand, I was dropping the word. I only captured the sound of the impetuous gavel and kept talking to throw away the fragments of my own heart that had shattered.
I was born in the country, and I jumped out. It was closed and I didn't like the life that was out of sight ahead.
When I was bored, I came to this city lying that I could do more. I was so proud to be an amazing adventurer. I thought you were going to be a fine, cool adult.
It was stupid.
That's ridiculous. I wanted you to affirm the dull process.
Slave girls nod happily on Ren's journey and affirm. He came to the city, asked the current party members to let him in, repeatedly failing and succeeding, and gave the leader a sword. Her husky voice fully affirms that since Ren came to this city.
"That's how I've been adventurous, fighting, I'm, I'm... Come on...! The same generation."
……
The voice of the slave girl inadvertently stopped where Len's story reached the point where she had hurt today's sorceress.
Why. From now on, it's where I want to hit the most. That's what I thought and looked up and noticed.
……
The slave girl was hiding her mouth with a placard.
Eyes above the mouth point a troubled gaze at Ren.
There was a wording there that I had become accustomed to seeing.
"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn"
Enough had passed.
The slave girl shuts her mouth perfectly. All affirmations without consideration, she will not.
What can I do to get you to affirm it again?
Easy.
Again, you just have to give me a thousand lins.
"... ah"
It's just that Ren gave it back to me.
The reason I came here today. Now, my worst fault for trying to spit it out.
An event in which a sorceress became heavy due to her immaturity.
I noticed myself trying to hit that on a slave girl, and I was stunned.
Could it be that I wanted you to justify that failure? Did you want this child to say, from the mouth of this child, that you are Walknayo? I'm gonna give it back to you. I can't believe you asked a witch magician to help you with your immaturity, and that caused the thing that hurt her, and you wanted me to tell you that, Walknayo?
Absolutely right.
I wanted you to tell me.
He said you weren't underpowered. You're not bad. It's not your fault.
Shamelessly, I threw all my uncertainty at him and pretended not to look at him, trying to cling to the slave girl.
Of course, she'll affirm it. It must blow Ren's sins to joy. It is decided to let it disappear with a clean smile and overwhelming energy.
in thousand phosphorus.
The moment I realized it, I was thrust into an endless sense of vain.
"Me, I..."
What did I expect, you idiot?
Remember the people who were all affirmed by her until now. Mr. Sister. Alchemist youth. Not even that Mr. Aniki.
Guys, they're the ones who were tormented by being pushed into some business without being told. No one ever screamed for me to affirm that I hurt someone because of me.
Yet I am.
It's only a thousand phosphorus, and if you eat a little higher lunch, it'll disappear. What do you want?
Hey, Len. You are, you are.
"Oh, my... Ah"
What a jerk he is.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
self-loathing, crushed and crushed.
I lost my strength from my knee. Make sure you fall to the ground, roll down, hold your head and strike tremble.
Attracted by the brilliance of the sun shaking the surface of the water, he went up to land, yet wandered thirsty for water in the sun, round like a tortoise nearly dried to its end.
No more, I thought.
Ren leaks a whimper. Eating up my teeth, and still not staying, my heart twitches out of my mouth stuffed with something drooling.
Never again, I didn't feel like standing.
Slave girls, they don't say anything.
Just like trouble, I drop my gaze at Ren, who nodded at my feet.
Ren keeps crying. It's not a positive tear that spits out the stars of your heart, like some alchemist (alchemist) youth. Even so, self-blame and disgust circle my mind. Something doesn't fit together. Something creeps me out and I can't drop it. Something doubles up and covers Ren's entire body.
……
There was a noise of dust and something being placed on the ground.
Ren didn't respond. I just wanted to die. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I didn't know why I was alive. I was stuck circling around, reaching the great polarity of self-loathing living and dying.
In Ren's ear like that, a voice arrived.
"... you know"
A husky voice that sounds small and faint. It's a distinctive bass for a girl's voice, a quiet voice that reaches her ears gently.
For a moment, I didn't know whose voice it was.
Then I noticed.
Here, Ren and the other one. She's the only one with a collar wrapped around a piercing jacket.
But I couldn't believe it.
Because there's no reason for her to do that.
Ren looks up, roughly.
I don't think so, but I was hoping maybe.
There was one girl at a distance to touch if you reached out.
Beauty with blue silver hair and a quiet tone. Glossy chubby lips, neat chin tips. She crouched with the placard on the ground, matching Ren with the height of her gaze.
"... just for a moment, let me talk?
What can I say about her expression now?
It's not a chubby smile when you're waiting, a cheerful smile when you're all affirmative, or a disgusted look when you're all in denial. Talking differently from either of them.
The girl there had such a normal look on her face, talking without abandoning the stranger crying on the night lane, confused but trying to pick a word and do something about it.
"... if you tell the truth. I mean you... well, I don't know"
She shakes her short, blue silver hair and cuts it out with clear eyes.
Her word that I'm not sure, naturally.
As a matter of fact, there's very little contact between Ren and her.
"... because I haven't seen you. I don't know you. What did you do back in the day, what you are doing now, and what you want to do in the future? All... yes. Not a single one, I haven't seen. I can't really feel what you're like."
She can't possibly know more about Len.
I'm not a family member, a friend, or a buddy. I'm just another person. For her, Ren is her first customer today. Sometimes he's the guy who sees and hears his business on a far-flung roll, and when he finally pays for it himself, he starts talking about a mess of half his life, and at the end of the day, he'll be an annoying, extremely annoying customer who starts to sneer and cry.
Ren just asked her to save him unilaterally.
She speaks sincerely when she says it's such a depressing and annoying one.
"... so the truth is. If you're not asked, if you're not wanted, you should say nothing... maybe it's okay. Because wording without consideration is very, very light.... I'm sure it won't reach you"
Slowly, pick one word at a time and speak up.
Tell Ren to hand over carefully selected thoughts.
"... because in the end, people don't know anything about other people"
The truth delivered was too painful on my chest.
Ren's heart was compressed so that it could be tightened up all the time, but her words fell sexually.
Exactly.
No matter how much I think about others, no matter what I hear, no matter what I observe, I can't know what they really are.
You may always be mean, the stories you hear may be exaggerated, or you may be lied to, or you may be hidden.
What a fictional image of someone else from myself, everything is just a selfish imagination.
"... but people can always show off about themselves"
Absolutely right.
People can only show what they want to show others, but they expose themselves to all the truth.
Ren knows. your shallowness. Stupidity. Depth of jealousy. Meaniness. Helplessness. In my lifetime, I keep putting it within me.
Whether you're trying to lie or hide it desperately, the truth is that everyone only knows who you are.
"... because you're the one who sees you the most"
I keep revealing to myself that I'm a human being with no idea.
Seventeen years.
Adults would say it's only seventeen years. You must laugh at me for not knowing anything in a short time.
But for Ren, those seventeen years are everything.
"... I know a lot of people who don't like me. Trying not to look... because I know who I am"
I don't know about others, I know myself well.
I know how despicable I am, but the integrity of others blinds me. Guys, you look flattered.
"... so maybe you don't like you right now"
He said he turned away, how he pretended not to notice.
I always feel dirty signs of being in my depths.
Everywhere there are better people than me. Those ahead shine, and their blurredness adds to it.
"... whenever I get smart, whenever I can do it, whenever I think I've grown up, I'm informed. I... haven't done anything yet."
The back of a person at the top is too far away. I don't feel like catching up with the pioneer's steps. I'm supposed to be running with all my might, but I don't feel like all my suffering has recruited me to shrink my distance from the people in front of me. It makes me want to stop because I can't breathe.
I guess I should just give up.
I think so.
It would be as much if it were an excuse. I found out the difference in talent. Take responsibility for hurting the sorceress. It wasn't for me in the first place. I fought a strong demon and got scared.
All of this is enough reason to give up.
"... but still. In life, there is."
A girl gently hands on Ren's cheek.
Quietly announce wet cheeks, spilling tears, stuffed with white palms.
"... one day, you'll love you, those moments. I think this is it, the day I know what it means to be born… it's bound to come"
Not even all affirmations. Not even total denial.
One girl learned a lesson in her life.
"... so don't cry. Because for the first time since I got there, I can put my chest up and say,"
Words not in Ren's chest shook his heart.
The girl smiled calmly at Ren, who kept staring at her.
"... from now on, it's my beginning."
For the first time in my life, I have known that my heart trembles so far into the words of others that are not in me.
To her comfortable voice, gentle tricks, a quiet smile.
Sadly, Ren couldn't smile back.
"Ugh."
Whimpering leaks. Very, very unpleasant. Ren cried again.
Just turn up this time. Face up, don't hide it. Open your mouth wide, not the depressing way you cried earlier.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
To spit out my starch. To wash my mind away with more and more clogs. Full of power, shouting to push away, screaming and crying, crying, crying, crying.
One girl gently strokes his head to rinse her hair as she continues to weep until her rotten heart becomes transparent.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!"
……
Forever, ever.
Until the boy's voice ran out and tears withered, the girl leaned in quietly to comfort him.