Ho...
Ho...
and a nocturnal bird rings a lonely "rust" shiver, shivering her voice in the dark night in search of her lifelong companion, "Hanri".
Footsteps treading on the crusty and rotten soil unwittingly nearby.
If you turn your eyes, a run run run and two shining lights. Nocturnal animal eyes.
If you're afraid of this darkness, you're going to freak out...
The mountains at night are quiet and busy.
From the unfamiliar, you must feel thin and horrible.
But from Bazu's point of view, this is a workplace, a familiar environment for a long time.
Though there is fear, it comes because we know the dangers of mountains. It's not fear of darkness or small animals that move vigorously at night.
I don't have the fear of growing or being a monster that doesn't even exist, or anything that I might not be good at.
You just have to decide if what lurks in the dark is harmful or not.
The hunter's skill "The Lord of the Mountains" helps a lot at times like this.
I can sense the signs around me, so I can confirm if there is any harm there.
However, naturally - there are some things that can block the signs of saying so - it is dangerous to rely on skills.
For this reason, as a hunter, I don't stop exploring my surroundings with my own five senses.
Sink yourself in a blanket, but get a shallow sleep.
The deep layers of consciousness are on a loose sleep, but the superficial layers were well awake.
If anything, I'm confident I can make a quick move.
I can't get too tired, but just lying on my back is a lot different.
With Erin, I might have slept well, but I'm all alone here.
Now more than sleeping, it wouldn't be so bitter if we split it it with just waiting for the night to pass.
It's not bad to feel the night as you hear it make a dry noise, as the weakened fire sometimes reminded you.
On Sinai, this darkness was horrible and I couldn't help it.
Still, the contradiction of having to blend yourself into the darkness...
Compared to that time, how comfortable this mountain of darkness is.
At least there's no way to get the Command of a special unit of the King's Army lurking in the darkness and the Ha Chia bowl at zero distance.
……
Dawn is near.
At the foot of "Fumoto", the lights of Dawn "Reimei" will be shooting "Sasa", and at night the thin blue "Ursua" will be stained and blurred shade will be beginning to carry the outline "Rinkaku".
Bazu puts a few pieces of firewood into the weakened fire, thinking it's still too early to wake up.
When the fire broke out, he turned his back to avoid looking directly at the rising fire, as the field of view accustomed to the darkness would lose its adaptation.
Bazu's bedding is surprisingly warm compared to the chilly surroundings.
Because before I went to bed last night, I dug the ground shallow, put charcoal into the hole, which became extinguished and smoked "dull" charcoal, and placed it lightly over it with soil on it.
If you sleep on top of it, the charcoal that caused the incomplete combustion continues to emit heat and is quite warm.
Lay the fur there and wrap the blanket around your body.
As the heat of the charcoal fire from the ground travels through the soil and warms the surroundings, it warms the fur while at the same time warming the entire body zingly through it.
It's wisdom to have a cold night.
Still, the surroundings are dark.
Bazu tries to "mumble" his inebriation on account of a deep night in the woods.
Most of all, if you ask me if it's warm enough to be in an outdoor death or a house, it's not.
Only, to a better extent than nothing.
If you're an unfamiliar person, you won't be able to tremble in the cold and sleep one night.
Bazu and it's not that it's not cold. If the wind blows, the air will also converge slightly on this cove, scattering warm air covering the surface.
Each time, I miss the warm beds - I remember the little futon of the house where I slept with Kina, and I laugh unexpectedly.
When the fire calms down, it blows the chill out.
Because it uses resinous firewood, it doesn't burn for that long, but it's only good with fire.
Melt your consciousness into the sound of a pleasant bonfire in your ear.
I can't sleep well, but I never hated "Morumi", which drifted through these narrows of consciousness.
It is not an object of fear or anything, such as solitude in the mountains of his homeland for Bazu.
It's just like camping.
As on the Sinai Front, I don't even need to fall asleep distracted by my buddy's body.
Oh, I miss the battlefield...
Sinai Island Front in Hell.
Compared to that, I even think this place is heaven.
Large enough to burn a bullet.
Quickly close your eyes so you don't look directly at the pussy and the firepowder that happened.
I can't look directly at firepowder in the dark.
If I had the skill "Catseye at Night," I wouldn't need to be so constrained by the dark adaptation "Amjunjo," but Bazu doesn't rely on his skill very well.
That's because you know skills and magic aren't omnipotent.
Magic is magic, skill is energy or strength… there is something like invisible residue, which naturally, if exercised, is diminishing.
There is still a lot of uncertainty about the physical strength of skills, and I don't hear much talk about depletion, but after all, it seems that some power is lost because I feel tired.
Strength and strength may be closely related.
In fact, Bazu also feels weighty and dally on his shoulders when he activates' Lord of the Mountains'.
Fatigue is heavy and intense as it has remained almost inactive since entering the hunting grounds.
I still get some sleep, but sometimes activate and explore the signs.
Because large beasts such as the Grand Bear do not necessarily enter the danger zone.
You can't lose every time you hit the ground "Grand Bear," but it's boring to be attacked in the sleep.
Therefore, although there are occasions, perimeter safety checks are carried out.
It got a little better thanks to stopping constant activation or to getting some sleep... but fatigue stays.
It is difficult to say that I am in perfect physical condition.
Again, maybe you should not rely on your skills and look in the tunnel with your eyes, nose and ears.
King's Bear is bare and there is no sign of the Grand Bear.
It would also be affecting you to keep your surroundings safe and narrow the range of skills activated.
When the night does not dawn immediately and completely, I open my eyes thinly and see the sky at the end of the trunk watermarked.
Still, it also seemed dark and sunken but somewhat colored.
Sleep just a little longer - I think so.
Well, before you fall asleep, explore the signs once.
Activates the skill you were cutting during sleep.
A little stronger, he said. In an attempt to detect signs of daylight line-up in order to take more safety distances for one last night's sleep, we will explore the signs of drifting into the mountains.
As if he had become the Lord of the Mountains, he obtained the overlooking constellation Fushizawa and projected the signs behind his brain.
The groundhog Grand Bore is relatively close to one, and there are many large birds and small animals around… blocking these signs of lurking in the neighborhood as temporary noise.
It's a long way from being detected.
Specialize in consciousness for another sign...
……
…
Hmm?
I feel uncomfortable here.
Signs themselves are numerous.
The place is a Royal Army post… the place.
Small signs unspecified.
It drifts so densely that it cannot be read through.
If we eliminate them as noise, naturally, there must be another reaction, other than a small sign…
Especially a small outpost packed by soldiers of the kingdom, where the natural reaction should be.
Yet,
Yet,
I don't feel any signs there.
It's like there's nothing...
I can only sense the signs of the small animals that noised and blocked them.
There is no sign that it should be there (...).
"What about the soldiers of the kingdom...?
Zowari and... goosebumps.
The kingdom post, which was the starting point when entering the mountain, is somehow deserted now.
─ ─ ─ To be precise, I can't feel the signs of people.
While I was asleep, I only thought something strange had happened...
At least, it was not conceivable that the Kingdom soldiers would travel at night.
I have a bad feeling.
Signs of sticky discomfort and death piercing your skin, like you smelled on the battlefield.
"Chi..."
At a time like this, you can't clean it up because of your mind.
I'm gonna eat a painful cliche later.
It's the Doctrine Dogma on the battlefield.
If you miss that, only you or your allies "death" are waiting.
All sorts of excuses to stay on the bunk occupy my head.
Yes, he said it was his fault.
I said leave me alone.
But...
Go.
I have to go.
Behavior in the dark is not a good problem to avoid, but to leave it alone.
Leaving the warm bunk required the will of steel, but dare "ah" bazu get out of there.
The cold, the darkness, it's just an excuse to hate labor.
Momentum rips off the blanket and the chills before dawn in late autumn slap your body.
When I shook a burrito, I slapped my cheek back into the mood.
"Shit! Let's go..."
Get rid of the tools quickly. That said, I fold the blanket so precisely.
Round with the rug replacement fur, tie it with a string and lower it to the shoulder.
Let's get the gear on quickly and finally carry the shotgun.
Looking around the camp and checking for forgetfulness, he put out the fire and left.
The destination is an unmanned outpost...