An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

... dark.

Why is it so dark? Is this what happens when you die?

I'm scared of hippos......

Rise and shine.

"Are you all right?

I'm suddenly surprised to hear from a woman.

Where? Here. Hospital? Nurse?

Dark! No, maybe I'm blind?

Reach out and squeeze around.

Phew.

I touched something.

"Cah!"

Little scream of a woman.

"Ah! Excuse me, excuse me! Did you touch it? Sorry!"

"It's okay. Rest assured. There's no lighting here, so it's dark. I'll light it up now."

Poop.

The fire lit and brightened.

Someone kneeling in front of me and peeking into my face......

Who's there?

Dressed like a white dress, he's a blonde outsider... Awesome beauty!

I'm putting a ball of light out on my palm...

What kind of lighting?

"Oh, you know? Isn't this the hospital?

"No, I'm not."

"Because I was attacked by a bear..."

"This is the post-mortem world. I'm sorry, Shin, but you're dead..."

"Dead..."

"Yes."

"Bear attacked me?

"Yes."

"... Um!

I climb out and listen.

"What about the girl? What happened to the girl behind that elementary school!

"I'm safe. Thanks to you."

"... good"

Higma, who appeared in the back mountain of elementary school three days ago.

We were also witnessed near the school route, and we decided to do the extermination at the hunting association because it was still dangerous.

I'm a country town bureau clerk, and when my grandfather retired from hunting, he said, "Are you going to be a hunter?," he said, becoming a hunter.

My grandfather was an active hunter until last year, holding a hunting gun and doing some vermin extermination and stuff.

I suffer from harm in the halls, foxes that vandalize fields and attack livestock, and it's hard to reduce the damage in the halls where I serve or by offering subsidies to farmers to put up nets and fence the fields.

Grandpa's story tells me that hunters are ageing and there are no young guys in the hunting society.

When I graduated from a local high school and became an officer of the bureau, I was twenty years old, and I was old enough to get a gun permit and a hunting license, so I was told that my grandfather would give me the gun.

"I want a young guy like you to join the hunting society," Grandpa says truthfully. You couldn't do the favor without me.

That's how I'm a first-year hunter after completing my difficult gun possession permit and hunting license.

He was an official in the bureau, so he also qualified as a vermin exterminator from town that year, and, if requested by the farmer, he was grabbing a sea lion or fox with an old shotgun that he had given away from his grandfather.

Grandpa gave me his gun and any hunting equipment and died of pancreatic cancer six months later...

If you think about it, maybe you wanted me to succeed you...

Today was a request for the extermination of the higma.

It's a hunting association member and an operation to surround the back mountain, climb it, and drive it away.

I don't have a rifle yet, so just a shotgun.

So, "just in case," I didn't go into the mountains, and I took on the role of patrolling around the school.

Gunshots continued to sound in the back mountains, "There we go -!!" "School! He's on his way to school!" Digital simple wireless audio flied over my shoulder, and I took off my favorite Remington M870 gun cover that my grandfather gave me away, and I put a Sabot Slug loading in a two-shot magazine, and I found a kid looking out the mountain from behind the school building. It was a girl.

"Don't stay there because it's dangerous! Back to the school building!

I wondered why you had kids.

I would have had it temporarily suspended!

retreat!

The tree stands on the back mountain shake and a black mass runs at fierce speeds.

Shooting in the back of a school building like this is against the gun knife laws.

I ran to my kid thinking about that.

Pull Jackin and Fore End back and send loads from the magazine to the dispensary.

Put another bullet in the magazine as you run, for a total of three!

"In the school building!!

Stand between the child and the bear with instructions to get rid of the child by hand.

"GUA-OOOOOOOO!!"

A bloody hippo pops out of a tree growls.

Don!

Fire one shot!

You're off!

Jackin! Pull the fore-end of the pump action and drain the pod, put it out front and take another shot!

Don!

Hit it!

One more shot in the bear's throat in front of me trying to get up and hit me!

Jackin! Don!

And then I was blown away by a hippopotamus...

...... I only have that many memories.

"... what about you?

"I'm a goddess. My name is Nanothes, and I am your goddess in charge of the world after death."

... right.

You can't have such a beautiful outsider in the country town where I live, can you?

"Your courage in defending your child and standing up to Higma, it's too sparing to let him die like this... That's what I called in."

"Did you call?

"Yes. You are dead. I can't put you back in the world before you anymore. But I want you to live your life, and I want you to live forever."

"... what will happen to me"

I'm sending you to another world.

"The other world?

"So that you can start a new life. so that you can live happily there. That's the Earth, not the Earth. A world where there are humans and some are not."

"Like a cartoon?

The goddess smiles softly.

"Perhaps so. It could be a strange world."

"I have a job... My family, my people. You can't just throw them all away and go to a world like that!

"I'm sorry"

"I'm not convinced you're dead!

"You may not be convinced. But it's true that you died. Would you accept it?"

The whimper leaked. I just had to cry.

I regretted my death. Parents, brother and sister. When I thought about my family, I cried.

He was attacked by a higma at the age of twenty-one and died......

This would not have happened if I had normally done the bureau staff......

It just came to me with regrets.

"Fortunately for your new life that"

That's so unsolicited!

"I'll give you as much help as I can, too. Survive first."

I can't!

……

When I woke up, it was in the woods.

No questions asked? Is it forcible?

What the hell is going on?

It's full of things I'm not convinced of.

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