Common Sense of a Warrior

"Haaaaaa......"

For the first time in my life, I was running with all my might.

To escape, desperately.

Usually I would be an unthinkable behavior.

such as sweating and exposing this appearance that disrupted my hair.

But I don't care about that.

Anyway, we have to run.

However, the limits are close.

My breath is constant and my feet flutter.

As a result, he stumbled onto a pebble on the side of the road at a place called Boulevard a little later, and fell straight into it.

I despair at the footsteps that come close to me, which I hear from behind.

"Miss, I'm in trouble. Will you leave our hands alone?

"Yes, yes. Ladies, wait for the good boys until your fathers pick you up."

"That sort of thing. It's up to you to stay safe until your father gets here."

From the men approaching me with a lowly laugh, still I lag behind trying to escape.

You didn't care about my act, one of the men gave a tongue slap and showed frustration.

"... for once, I ask. My uncles are going to get this kid to your father properly, okay?

Suddenly, I heard a third party who had not been here before.

I raise my face in relief that it is the unreliable voice of childhood but not that of the men.

"Hmm? Are you okay?

The shadow I was looking up ahead, it's small.

About my age.

From my hair and outfit, I thought it was a boy.

The person looked fearless and grinned when he looked at me.

"Do you know those people?

To the question that went on, I shook my neck sideways many times.

"Oh, well..."

The person nodded as he was convinced.

Why swallow...... and I almost exhale unexpectedly.

"What? You."

"I don't need you. If you don't want to get hurt, just go away."

"If you're with this girl, I'll get you off the spot. Otherwise, I won't get you away from here.... What do we do? Uncles."

And the staring men, they said, "That's what the man said."

"You don't seem to know until you see it hurting!

The men attack the person with a weapon of thought.

I meditated for a moment on that horrible sight.

... How many boys can a kid as old as me be an enemy?

There's such a difference in stature... you must still be hurting me, I thought so.

The scenery I saw with my dreaded eyes open is both true and reverse.

Big men were scratched and rolled on the floor!

All I can do is look at the sight.

I accidentally twisted my cheek wondering if this was a dream.

... I twisted it hard out of the blue and it hurts.

"Are you okay?"

Boy, get closer to me.

It's the person who created this sight, but it's not scary.

Rather, relief and joy envelop.

"... is, yes. It's okay......"

"Oh well... good. That was a disaster. I've got so many scratches..."

The boy strokes my cheek.

I can't say I got red and swollen because I twisted myself...... I narrowed my eyes as I snuggled into the boy's gentle hands with embarrassment.

"Thank you for your help"

"I can't thank you enough. A pretty girl like you shouldn't go down a road like this. I'll take you to the main street. I'll come with you."

I get pulled into his hands and I get up and start walking.

I get a little worried about what happened to them and not attacking them from behind again, and for a moment I glance back.

"It's okay. They're tied up, so you can't get up on your own."

As I saw through my thoughts, the boy said with a bitter laugh.

"Oh yeah..."

"Yeah. I plan on handing it over to the military later"

"Okay. Really, thanks to you, it helped. Thank you."

To my gratitude, the boy will now have a real smile with no confusion.

Dokiri......

Brilliantly filled with that laugh, I've been the feather of silence all along the road ever since.

A group of people walking safely out onto the boulevard for a little while, emitting a heterogeneous presence in the crowd, walked from the opposite side.

... the soldiers of the National Army.

That, too, is the General's direct soldiers.

They are a powerful army shameless in the name of the general, and they have passed through rigorous training, but because of this, their standing behavior is frivolous.

"... ah, yabba..."

Seeing them, the boy, who until then had been as silent as I was, shrugged.

Obviously, it was wolfish.

Though the question arose as to why he was so resolute in challenging the great men, the answer would soon be known.

A man walking to lead the soldiers of the National Army looked clearly surprised when he saw the boy… he came forward.

"... silly!!

... with anger.

I was wondering what it was, waving my fist bones down at the boy.

"I don't think I see you, what are you doing here! No, wait... I think I got it. Totally...... your lord don't stick your neck in it, your neck!

"I didn't come out from the beginning to stick my neck in. I was walking around town, and I found out about it, and I walked a little bit, and I found her."

"... haha... good enough. Just go home."

"Yes.... I'm sorry, that's what I'm saying, so I'm going home."

When the boy waved flirtatiously, he left the scene lightly.

"... ah..."

I tried to call him off... but I couldn't do it because I didn't even know his name.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Non's name is Gazelle. I'm here to pick you up."

For the appearance of a hero, he would have often stood up and asked to shake hands.

But now the hero was more important to me than the hero of the country in front of me.

... Then on the way home, more than once, she asks the General for the boy's name... but the General never told me just to cloud the words.

... Absolutely, I'll see you again.

The girl swore her gratitude and then... such determination to her chest.