Ascendance of a Bookworm

The tall voices of the children who came in earlier echo, and there is a headache inside the temple with Kuwan-kun. Lutz gently pulled my hand when I accidentally stopped my leg.

"Watch your step, there's steps."

"Yeah."

As I watched my feet, I walked a few steps, making a giggly, heavy noise, and the door behind me closed.

When I looked back surprised that my feet had suddenly darkened, I saw a gray costume cleric closing the door.

"Oh, well. Because we are the last..."

A cleric in blue costume walks in loose footsteps in front of a tightly closed door. A cleric waved a bell like a windchime with a strange colored stone, chillin 'chillin'.

At the next moment, the voices of the children resonated with each other, and furthermore, they quieted with Singh, leaving only the sound of obsession in the temple where their voices echoed.

"What, this?

Rutz's voice is not out. Precisely, no more voices than whispers. It should have been louder than usual to see from the look and tricks. Lutz puts his hand on his throat as surprised by himself for not having a voice.

"Isn't that magic equipment? Because it was the moment the blue cleric rang the bell."

I still can't speak more than whisper, even if I try to speak. But as the cleric watched the moment to wave the bell, he was calm for what reason could be guessed.

Lutz also howls out of his body in my words. You seem calm, knowing it's for a reason as well as yourself.

At the rear of the queue, lined with slopes, I turned to the top, exhaling a sigh of admiration.

Inside the temple the ceiling was as high as a blowout, deep, and on both sides neatly lined with columns of thick cylinders with intricate sculptures on the walls; windows lined up at equal intervals about the height of the fourth floor, with the light plunging straight in.

The walls and columns are white except gold is used for decoration by the way, and even a little light looks bright. Only the front is rich in colour.

Unlike Christian churches I've seen in photo albums and museums, there are no murals or stained glass. Also, because it is made of bright white stone, the atmosphere is different from that of Japanese shrines and temples in the first place. It's also different from the polar colors of Southeast Asia.

The deepest wall is painted with intricate texts in colourful mosaics from ceiling to floor, only the part divinely illuminated by the light coming in from the side felt just a little similar to the mosque, but it is still far apart because the staircase continues about 40 steps from the bottom to about the height of the window, decorated with stone statues along the way.

Maybe that staircase is conscious of the staircase that reaches heaven or God? It looks like a chick with a stone statue lined up on top of some steps though.

At the top of the stairs were arranged two stone statues of men and women. Seems like a couple gods from the arranged atmosphere, at the top, so I think maybe it's the supreme god.

Even though it is a bright white stone statue, the masculine god is hung from his shoulder with a black cloak that is splashed like a star with glitter reflecting gold, and the goddess is adorned with a golden crown on her head like a pointed elongated stick radially spreading ahead to represent the light.

Feel like a goddess of light and a god of darkness? Or is it the goddess of the sun and the god of the night? Either way, I have a stone statue crown and a cape floating around.

From there, a few steps down, there was a stone statue with a woman in a soft atmosphere holding a glowing chalice in her arms in the brilliant gold of the gemstone.

And beneath it are statues of stone lined with women with canes, men with spears, women with shields, men with swords. It feels strange that every stone statue has only one color each, even though it is white. You're bothering to make it real, so I guess it means something.

The Holy Grail, the Holy Sword, that kind of thing?

Flowers, fruits, cloths, and the like are arranged in the lower steps. The more you look, the more you look like a chick.

"Mine, don't get upset. Walk forward."

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry."

I walked a little faster on my feet and behind the queue, pulled away by the elusive hand.

The middle is empty so that the queue can walk, and a thick red carpet on either side is laid open for about a metre.

There are several desks lined up in the front, several clerics in blue costumes, and it looks like they're going through some formalities. The children who have completed the procedure are led by a gray cleric to walk apart left and right.

I could see him walking from the wall to the middle, taking off his shoes and sitting on the carpet.

The queue is moving forward a little bit, and what it's doing seems to be starting to look like to Lutz. I could see that Lutz, who was peeking at the previous one, made a small "ooh" voice.

"What's wrong, Lutz? Did you see what you were doing?

"... ahhh"

After wandering his gaze like it was hard to say, he sighed like he'd given up and turned this way.

"Mine's Bad Blood Judgement"

"Huh?... Huh?

"Sorcery equipment, I guess. Everybody's pushing for blood."

I wanted to make something I didn't hear, but turn around. I wanted to make a right and escape, but Lutz was holding a tight hand and wouldn't let me go.

"Give it up. It looks like you're registering for something. Isn't this how citizenship leads to him?

"Ugh...... Right? Exactly what I think."

Otto and Benno said finishing the baptism ceremony would allow him to be recognized as a resident of the city and gain citizenship. That means that if you don't finish this ritual no matter how bad you hate it, you won't get citizenship.

"... why do you like magic equipment so much blood?

I don't know.

Every time it involves magic equipment, you will cut off your fingers and bleed. I've been through this several times and it's not like I'm used to being in pain.

As I freaked out and asked about the previous child, I could see a blue cleric with a flickering attitude, like a needle, poking her pussy fingertips and pressing her fingers into the grip of strength into something like a white, flat stone, a medal.

A child's mouth opened in the form of a scream, but no scream ever rises. I shuddered as I held my fingertips in pain, watching them lead me to my seat.

"Yes, next. Come here."

Since the number of people was running low, voices were heard from the available desks. Pushed out by Lutz, I go where I was called.

A blue cleric narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at me from top to bottom, offering her hand.

"Put your hands flat up, put your hands out. Pussy, but it shouldn't hurt that much"

It really didn't hurt to be told it didn't hurt. No try. The moment I was stabbed with a needle, I felt a sharp pain like I was being pushed all over a hot object, and the red blood flourished. I look at the pain and the red blood, and suddenly my own blood draws away.

"Blood on this"

He didn't seem to be a violent cleric pushing his fingers as hard as he had seen earlier, and he handed me something like a small medal. Seems to me that would have been nice if I put some blood on it, and I'm relieved that it wasn't as painful as I expected.

I'm glad you're not a violent person, but your fingertips still jinx.

Maybe the magic equipment that doesn't make you raise your voice isn't just to prevent the chatter from echoing and getting loud, it's to keep you from screaming.

"You're the last of them. Come here."

He seemed to be a freshman, voiced by a grey cleric still young, and me and Lutz headed to the carpet.

They explained me to take off my shoes and go up, so I take them off and sit on the carpet. I was sitting alone in sports while there were so many kids sitting around sitting around, throwing their feet at me. It's a big place like the gym, with kids the same age, so somehow I felt most right to take a gym seat.

"Mine, what's all this rounding up?

"It's not a circle, it's a triangle. It's called a triangle."

"What? A triangle? Where?"

"Here"

As we speak, the blue clerics, who have all completed their registration, retreat from their desks. As the blue clergyman left the room with a box containing something like the medal he had just registered, the gray clergymen moved straw after straw to start preparing for the next. A desk is brought out and instead a more luxurious altar is set up in front of the stairs.

The blue clergy who had once left the room lined up on both sides of the altar, and the gray clergy who had apparently finished preparing them lined up almost equally at intervals between the walls around where we were sitting. I stretched my spine heartily as I sat in physical fitness to a teacher-like arrangement where students would be watched not to make noise at school rallies.

"Temple Chief, come in."

That said, the blue cleric waved the stick in his hand. A lot of bells sounded like they rang, and my grandfather, with a golden taski diagonally on his sloppy white costume, comes in with something in his hand.

Arriving at the altar in a slow foothold, the temple chief gently and politely placed what he had on the altar.

That, could it be, a book!?

After rubbing his eyes with gossip several times, he stares over and over again to review them. Seeing that the temple chief had begun to turn the page, I was convinced. That's definitely a book. It's a book like the Bible or the Bible or something.

"Lutz, book! There was a book!

As I was excited to point to the altar as I slapped Pessipessi on Lutz's shoulder, unfamiliar with sitting on the floor and in a restless motion with my thighs, Lutz also rode himself out slightly and looked forward.

"Where? Which is the book?

"Look, now the temple chief has it. That!"

Probably a cover of skins, decorated with four damaged corners reinforced by goldsmiths. Small gems also look embedded.

"Is that the book? That sounds awesome expensive. Mine didn't make it at all."

"Don't put my book together with a pragmatic focus on books that seem to be even of such artistic value. It's like comparing that stone statue over there with a knife from Lutz."

"Oh, I see. Still, you're surprised it's here, huh?

"... I'm not surprised. When I thought about it, I knew and deserved it."

Although I didn't dare to approach the temple because I was a typical Japanese who was not very interested in religion, religious establishments generally have materials summarizing their teachings, such as the Bible, the Scriptures, and the Bible. I have a book.

The book existed properly, even if I did not move my never-ending body and desperately make it in a situation without money.

If commercial guilds are the state of the art in information, then the temple is the state of the art in academia and art to get close to God, such as theology, mathematics, music and art.

Christianity developed its discipline in that way, and even for Japan, temples and shrines were at the cutting edge of the discipline, where there were intellectuals in positions where people gathered and guided.

"Wow, I should have come to the temple sooner. Why didn't I think of that? My stupid idiot! Then you didn't have to struggle to read the book!

I might have been glad that no matter how many screams I screamed, I couldn't raise my voice. Shouting with my heart, my neighbor Lutz shrugged over my shoulder.

"You know, Mine seems to have completely forgotten, but the kid won't let me in the temple until the baptism, okay? Because even if I thought of it early and came to the temple, the gatekeeper wouldn't let me in anyway"

Speaking of which, I did.

Only a child who has completed his baptismal ceremony can be admitted to the temple.

"But I think it's a fateful encounter to be able to patrol each other at the Baptist ceremony when we first came to the temple."

"We're all going to the temple when we're 7, so fate or nothing, right?

"Already, Lutz. Don't drop it."

"I knew you were excited about having a book, so I said drop it. I'd be in trouble if they fell here."

Lutz trying to calm me down that excites me.

"Huh? But I have a book so close, I can't help but be excited? You can't, can you?"

"Even if you can't, calm down. It's not the kind of book Mine would let me read anyway."

"Ah... right"

Books, even if they are, are not books that touch me. There's no way you can let me read a book that's skinned and even has gems on it.

Understanding the situation pulled my excitement away softly, and I restarted my gym seat as a soaker.

"You are seven years old today and officially recognized as residents of the city. Congratulations."

Even though he's an old grandfather, there's tension in the temple chief's voice, and he sounds in the temple a lot. Beginning with the words of celebration, the temple chief begins reading biblical books with a good voice. Being taken by the book with all my heart, I sat myself out and deafened.

As Benno said when the story was, it was about the myth of Genesis and the shifting seasons. He speaks in simple language for the child to understand.

"The Dark God has always lived alone for a distracting long time"

At that beginning, we met the goddess of the sun, we were going to marry with all sorts of things, we were blessed with a child, and a goddess of water, a goddess of fire, a goddess of wind and a goddess of earth were born, to create this world in which we are, the story goes.

Various parts were wrapped in oblate for children, but it smelled pretty daytime dramatic.

But that's what mythology is about. Every myth I know is chaos. If you go in, you lose.

It was fun enough just to say a new story, but I was listening compared to the myths I knew, so I had even more fun listening.

But he wasn't too interested, and Rutz seemed to envy me as he shook his body bored, seeming not to know how interesting it was.

"Mine sounds like fun"

"Yeah, pretty"

"Where's the fun?

"Everything from start to finish"

When I answer with a full smile, Lutz exhales and shakes his head as if he were frightened.

"... well. Good for you."

"Yeah!"

After the story of Genesis, it was a myth about the shifting seasons.

From Benno: "Spring breathes buds in the snowmelting water season. In summer the leaves grow in the season of fire, when the sun is closest. Autumn is fruitful in the season of the breeze that comes in glitter. Winter is the season of the earth where life sleeps," but hearing the actual myth sounded quite different.

"The goddess of earth is the youngest daughter of the goddess of the sun and the god of darkness. At one point, the God of Life took a glance at the goddess of earth and liked it. And I asked my father, the Dark God, to marry me. Many children will be born, and the Dark God, who rejoiced in the proposal of the God of Life, has acknowledged their marriage."

The myth of the season that was the beginning of that, but Lutz was such a boring and tenuous story that I would like to send you in a digest with my interpretation.

To sum it up briefly, the god of life, who was actually Yandere, imprisoned & humiliated the goddess of earth in ice and snow to conceive, jealous at will to the children who had not yet been born. Winter was the one that took away the power and made it unborn.

It is spring that the goddess of the sun, worried about the goddess of the earth, who has shown no appearance at all since her marriage, dissolves the ice, and the goddess of the water, both Yandele gods, who have become weak by serving all they want to do, pushes off the ice and snow and sprouts them with force on the seeds named children with their friends' goddesses.

It is summer that the God of Fire empowers himself with his friends to grow as his budding life gleams, and the season of fruitfulness soon arrives.

By that time, the power will return and the Yandere God will come for the goddess of earth. Autumn joins forces to end the harvest as the goddess of wind strives to keep Jandere away from her sister.

And where the power of brother and sister God was weakened, Jandere's turn. Another custodial abuse. I want to kill Jandere first, but from now on, I won't be able to do that either, because I'll be in trouble if my life stops being born. Winter waiting still for the brother and sister God with a harsh dilemma to gain strength.

It seems that such interaction loops forever and the season is circling. Every myth is full of scratches.

By the way, we, the God of Fire, the patron saint born in the summer, are bloody and passionate. And they have protection with regard to guiding and nurturing.

The temple chief closed the story and closed the book.

"Then let me teach you how to worship. Showing prayer and gratitude to the gods will give them better protection"

With a serious face and saying so, the temple chief comes out in front of the altar in a relaxed motion. In the meantime, the carpet wrapped around a gray cleric twirls in front of the blue cleric.

He stood in the middle of a blue cleric lined up with about 10 temple chiefs.

"Okay, I'll try, so watch closely.... Pray to God!

With that said, the temple chief broadened his hands wide with Ba, raised his left knee, and looked up to heaven.

"Guuuuuuu!"

And I desperately took hold of my mouth, that I was about to blow out. With such a sacred ritual, you can't blow it out and laugh. I know.

But the more I don't think I can laugh, the more I get the urge to laugh out loud, the more my stomach moves.

Because, G.O.K.! Seriously, it's Rico's pose!? Why Gri O!? You don't have to put your foot up! You're a grandfather, so it's not safe to stand on one leg.

It's extra funny where you're in perfect balance with a bish without a slight rash. Maybe I got stuck in a weird bump. I have hilarious confidence that whatever the temple chief does up ahead.

Would the temple chief have any grudge against my abs, even though he was laughing, just lowering his hands and feet in a loose motion like Tai Chi?

"Thank God!

In a flowing graceful motion, I saw the temple chief who had changed from G.O.K. to a dugout, and now a strange breath leaked out of my mouth that I couldn't stand.

"Buffoo!

"Mine, what's up? You feel bad, too?

"It's okay....... I'm still fine. bearable, for this is the test God has given me"

I answered Rutz, worried, holding his mouth down and trying to lay his face down on the knee of the sports seat.

That's just too funny a worship pose, and you can't possibly understand how I got into a bump by explaining it. This wave of laughter must only be known to those who know GOOKO.

This is religion. This is religion. I'm serious, so excuse me for laughing.

When I open the classroom door, I manage to forgive my wavy abs, remembering my classmate who was praying to Allah. Religious prayer is a strange thing to see from other sources. He just happened to pose like a G.O.K. Don't laugh.

Phew, phew. It was at the same time that the temple chief urged me to stand up, saying that I would raise my face when I could prepare my rough breath and have a normal face.

"Okay, stand up. Like we'll do it together."

Together, together, give me a break!

Though we got up together because everyone around us gets up, our mouths are moving with nylons, our stomachs are sore and we see a precursor to a big laugh.

Don't laugh. The more you tell yourself not to laugh, the more laughter comes in reverse.

"Pray to God!

That's what I said, the temple chief made a G.O. pose.

It's all right.

It's the second time, so there's less impact.

I succeeded in overcoming the wave of laughter, and I was convinced of my ascetic victory.

At the next moment, the blue clerics raised their hands and feet in an aligned motion.

"Pray to God!

My abs are suddenly defeated by the magnificent GOOKO by the serious clerics who lined up about 10 times before.

My abs collapsed into a pose perfectly aligned to the angle of my hand, to the height of my feet and to my faceless expression, and I could not stand on the spot and collapse.

"Huh!... Huh... Guh..."

My stomach hurts! Somebody help me!

Even as I hold my mouth and desperately indulge, my eyes are engulfed with tears, and my breath of laughter leaks. It would be refreshing if I could just roll around like this and slap the floor and laugh a lot more, but the inability to do so invites even more laughter.

"Mine, I knew you weren't okay!

Worried about my desperate appearance, Lutz drops in with one leg of Kenken, as GO Kopos remains. In the mood that Lutz had stabbed me with a stop, I slammed the floor in retreat.

"Oh man... Fugu... breathe, I can..."

"Mine! Why did you keep your mouth shut until you got so much!?

"Chi, no... heh, I'm fine..."

As he nodded, waving patsy and saying that to Lutz, a grey cleric came running over who seemed to feel strange.

"There, what's up?

"Um, Mine seems to be feeling sick, and he suddenly collapsed. Because I was excited about the baptismal ceremony even though I was originally weak and sick..."

I did get excited, but I didn't get sick otherwise, I just laugh too much. It's not like calling a cleric.

"It's okay. It will heal soon! Here!"

I tried to get up in a hurry, but my body didn't follow my sudden movements, I laughed too much and I was out of acid, I couldn't help myself in my arms, and I collapsed bechazzled in front of Rutz and the cleric.

"See, you're not! What's wrong with this!?

"Ugh, I just made a little mistake...... I'm really okay with that, huh?

If you say it still collapses, there won't be a "okay" you can't trust more. I think so myself, so objectively, it was a natural accomplishment that Rutz's words would be more trustworthy.

"Transport to the emergency room. You should rest a little until after the christening ceremony."

The gray cleric also seemed to find my words untrustworthy, and lifted me up without strength in my body while I fell down.

Retire the baptismal ceremony due to an abs collapse.

It's going to be a bitter memory that you can never tell anyone else.