Yoisho, Yoisho!
Yoisho, Yoisho!
Boats equipped with forcefully moving transport vessels - internal fireboats - proceed sultry and approach the pier of the fishing port, according to the men's prestigious chants.
As we approached by the time we heard the chapchap and the waves slamming the pier, a little ahead of the dock, Bazu stood up despite the distance still there.
And thank the old officer who commands the boat like no other.
"Thank you for your help!
The officer who grinned as if he had made the captain a little smaller, ni laughed and saluted and showed him.
Bazu, who had received it, laughed bitterly, returning his salute - Piong and I moved to the pier.
"Bye!
Leaving the inner gunboat with a light leap, Bazu stood on a worn pier that was still about to collapse.
When I tell the sailors to wave goodbye, they walk down the path leading from the fishing port to the village through an unreliable pier shaken and flirty by the waves.
On the nostalgic journey, the smell of the sea breeze and dried fish tickled my nostrils. The view remains memorable until the atmosphere of loneliness.
"Me and Erin's money is supposed to be arriving... and the humid atmosphere stays the same, or... it's no different..."
I snap my neck as I walk the crude road that leads to the village.
As the village that sent out the brave men and their men, Port Nanan, the village of this rustled fishing port, was also held for a long time at the time, so it seems more prosperous...
Well, even though I said I drained the brave and the squire, the family of Bazu was originally a flower family. My sister was not welcomed by the village with all her hands up from the time of her death.
It doesn't discriminate, but it's not kind.
... There was a closed atmosphere that was country-specific, everywhere.
That said, at last, because my parents were grass without roots - I got sick and I couldn't move around in this village, and I just had no choice but to live there.
Things are slightly different from pure homeland.
So perhaps the brave man's place as home was a little weak. It would be a shame as a village even though it was a chance to gain visibility because of it.
Most of all, I don't remember if there was a home outside of here.
Anyway, I'm talking about when I was a kid. And that's it. They were both so obsessed (...) that they couldn't hear it until the end.
─ ─ In the first place, I don't really remember why I remember when I was a kid.
Anyway, after that, all I have is... terribly hard memories.
All my parents left me was a little money and still two little me and my sister. It would have been either taken to the kingdom's nursery home... or sold off to a snatcher.
But there it is.
Bazu's sister didn't have the mane to devour the meagre reserves.
I bought a run-down liquor store with only a few of those stockpiles and started doing business.
It means we've got eyes on a gap industry in a village without entertainment.
Though a closed village society, the seemingly good villagers didn't look good, they probably had some sympathy as well.
He gave up the abandoned house for cheap.
He said it was an accident property, but... well, I guess it's just a run-down former tavern.
Anyway, when we got a pretty decent store, we used our heads to be kids and run a liquor store - my sister and I were cutting each other up...
I'm talking about your sister, who is very smart.
It has a young but somewhere colourful atmosphere and acts as a billboard daughter. The village porn grandfathers used to come.
... and because of that, I was able to get as much money as I could eat for Soco, so let's just say the porn grandfathers are good for now.
That said, poverty is also poor.
It was always a critical life.
So it's just too bitter a memory to call home, but I don't know where else to go.
One day...... you'll be back the day the war is over. For Erin's sake, I think we need to be here, and I want to think. ─ ─ It would also be his job to leave a place for the guy who saved the world to go home.
... I couldn't keep up with you.
I tried so hard, but ended up being a loser who rarely (tried to) gibbered up with his buddies.
So all I can do now is protect Erin's hometown.
With so much excuse in mind, Bazu moves on, feeling the air of his hometown touching him every time he walks, remembering it with nostalgia, and delaying his bitter memories of seeping.
Step-by-step and along the path of a lonely village, the memories filled me with stains, albeit years.
Tickling the sense of smell, the path of intense fish odor and beast odor is familiar.
If you were a human from around here, you would definitely smell your face, but... I miss you.
I haven't been home in years (today) since I accompanied Erin on her journey.
Looking up the lonely village from the road. The area under cultivation is small. The house is stuck in spicy land after being pushed out into the mountains that stretched out all the way to the coast. Like that......
Characteristic landscape with houses as continuous as a staircase.
Because it digs into the slightest weathering marks of the formation and makes the households snap, for the sake of the thin village, the altitude difference between households is considerable.
The houses close to the coast and the upper floors had a high and low difference of more than thirty m.
And the house of Bazu...... and the tavern is the upper level of the village.
You'll see......... well, it's not a very expensive place to land.
Though, this land doesn't change that much. I can also say that I just didn't have any vacancies.
And Bazu walks toward the house, both on the stairs and on a path that he can't even follow after treading.
In the house along the way, the villagers look surprised when they see the big baggage bazu. ─ ─ I don't know.
More than that...... my house approaching step by step.
Bazu aspires to be there without even bothering him, but naturally touches the villagers' eyes.
Every time I make a mistake - I hear hissing behind my back... ignore it.
─ ─ The shadow of a house that grows a little bit.
But it's still far away.
Before that, your grandmother, who was stroking the cat on the edge, noticed the bazu and is following the bazu with only one eye patchy open - ignore it.
… slightly aromatic from the upper layers. Looks like the wind is bringing in the smell of the raw house.
A man who was walking around selling fish in a prestigious voice notices Bazu and flips - ignoring him.
... close enough to count to the stain on the walls of the house.
Young chimpy-style men are blinding their eyes to Bazu's luggage with a niche, sticky grin - ignore.
... I can see a dim store from the door of an open house. And the shadows.
Protect the village... No, the guard of the village who is coming to the collection tries to open his mouth to the emergence of Bazu - ignore.
... Oh, he's back. I came back alive. Congratulations (...) and I came home alone.
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I used to sweat when I walked home from a fishing port with such big baggage... but my life in the Brave Army seemed to train bazu... (though the 'hunter' level is MAX).
Reached under its legs was the end of a badly built door - the house was open.
When you look at it, there was a cloth called Warm Curtain (Goodwill) hung with exotic lettering about whether it was the detention of the dead sister, and there was a red paper-made lamp that drew the appearance. Furthermore, tickling the nasal cavity smells like drifting dishes….
Right, right here. This is the store.
The fact that the region is poor in resources and can't add much food repertoire, so it invests in a daily menu of dishes… and other small taverns full of commonplace objects.
A menu of dishes and everything else…… a flattering liquor store in a lonely village……….
The backwardness that has left Erin... the nostalgia has crept up.
From behind, some of the people I've just ignored are following (more)... I don't know. From that, and - - Walk slowly, twirl the curtains...
"Come on... ma..."
Clear voices, like bells rolling, do not last until the end......
They were tasting it with soup. Stiff with a wooden ball-- girl.
─ ─ ─ Bazu...?
"I'm... Kina"