Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

◇ Gawayne ◇

That day, it was raining.

Many of the shops closed and the people who got an unexpected holiday were caged in the house.

So, on a street as sparsely populated as at night, there was only me and my lord - Denholm Bastade Ninth Stage, my master - walking.

Your Excellency won't be off as long as it rained.

I am also a disciple and obedient.

At that time - yes.

Sure, I was on my way home from inspecting the training ground.

At the wall of a narrow alley, a little girl sat up.

It was as if it were blending into the shadows, and I was unconsciously surprised.

In the king's capital, begging is not uncommon.

Residents of slums who do not have a quorum make their living mainly by picking up garbage on the streets.

But some can't.

Those whose bodies are unsatisfactory or old men who cannot work.

Getting it, it's as good for begging as that kind of 'weak guy'.

One stone, two birds, a living wisdom unique to the inhabitants of the slums.

And I learned it from His Excellency.

But the girl, her hands and feet were well aligned, and of course she was not an old man.

In the first place, I don't get anything you can have hidden in a discreet alley.

What are you doing in that place today when it's raining and there's not a lot of people?

When I caught my eye in doubt, I realized it was incredible.

Girls had improbable traits for humans.

Ears and tails.

Like a cat. That's on your head and your butt.

It was a race I had never seen.

That's why I asked His Excellency.

"What kind of race is that kid?

I was told to ask you anything you had any questions.

As always, Your Excellency answers with an emotional, core voice.

"It's a race called Ketsey. In the distant ancient times, we are told that we were prosperous on par with our human race, but now we have reduced our numbers a lot."

"How come it's less?

On further doubt, knowledge overflowed as it flowed.

"The Great Ring does not put superiority or inferiority on all the intelligent, but some people think that it is nothing but a beast except a pure human race.

Among them, the Ketsey tribe, by some unbelievers, was formerly known as the 'Playing Race' and others, and was raised like livestock.

It is now severely punished, but its foolish place has decayed the species itself, and it still suffers its descendants.

... pitiful.

Gawayne, give it to me. "

I nodded and approached the Ketsey girl sitting in the alley.

Is it about my age?

The clothes connected are wet in the rain, and their bodies tremble in the cold.

I'm sure he's hungry, too.

I felt sorry for her.

I just remembered that I had bread for lunch.

Take out a slice of it and give it to her with the umbrella and say.

"Go ahead."

Ketsey's girl let her ears over her head swing pickly.

And look at me.

No - look, it's not.

She stared at me.

The girl's wet right hand flashed and paid my hand hard.

On the rain-wet ground, the bread falls picturesque.

I saw it soaking wet in the rain.

The girl gets up silently and runs away to the back of the alley.

I just dropped it off.

Now, that kid's eyes...

I glanced up at me, in both eyes.

Undisputed, there was abomination -

"Don't be angry, Gawayne."

I can put His Excellency's big hand on my shoulder.

"When people get really poor, they can no longer afford to even accept the imposition. It's pitiful."

Pity.

Pathetic.

Your Excellency repeated that.

For the first time, I have no doubt about your words.

You're supposed to be pitiful and pathetic, that girl.

Was it because of your mind that there seemed to reside in those eyes a will strong enough to tremble?

Was that girl really pathetic?

It's pitiful and pathetic.

Who the hell decides...?

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◆ Ruby ◆

I didn't know what it was myself.

When I realized it, I paid Gawayne's hand, and he was running out.

I'll do it.

I'll do it myself.

Only such an unexplained passion boiled down in my head.

Find what Beryl looks like.

The weapon in hand was almost flushed into the water.

Still do it.

Kill him.

I'm alone!

He seemed to think of something, and the truth is, he didn't think of anything.

So...

The intention to kill led to nothing else.

Beryl Eitkin.

A gorgeous woman dressed in a primitive colour could be seen at the end of her gaze.

It's a square room with no special features.

Sitting at the wall, trying to eat pink candy, Beryl looked surprised to see me entering the room.

Why are you alive?

You know what?

I'll kill you.

I hid myself in [a single realm].

Many weapons were flushed, but about a knife remains.

With one knife, it's enough to kill one!

"Ugh. Man willing to kill."

As I ran out transparent, Beryl flew a blue flame.

However, being transparent in [a single realm] doesn't make any sense to me.

Straight through the blue flames.

Easy.

It's easy.

Neck.

Chest.

If you stab this knife somewhere, it'll kill you.

That's all.

It's easy.

I have enough on my own!

I stuck my knife out to Beryl's throat.

That moment.

"Oops."

Beryl turned her body back.

That's all, my knife pokes at the sky.

That's not all.

"Gotcha."

The wrist was grabbed by Beryl.

Naturally.

While it's transparent, it slips through any attack -

I mean, even my attacks slip through.

When I attack, I have to show myself.

If they poke at that moment...

Naturally, this happens.

It was a super basic, [single boundary] measure.

...... oh.

Seriously.

It's like this... it's so easy.

To the ultra-basical measures, which are cautious and natural......

Finally, I realized.

That I lacked calm.

Reminds me of my college teaching.

In spiritual warfare, lack of calm means defeat -

Beryl twisted my wrist and put it straight on the ground.

I'm the little one.

Age, too, probably Beryl would be better off.

There was a physical difference.

Thus, if you get your knee on your back, you can't cover it up anymore.

"Yes, shuuuuuuu ~"

Beryl tells her to laugh spirally.

"Come on, I don't know what to do. For now, how did you get out of that trap?

"Let go......!!

I went wild knowing it was useless.

But Beryl doesn't shake at all.

"Ooh, wow. If you're not gonna tell me, why don't you bully me a little?... Ah, people don't listen well in Bullying, do they? This is bullshit! There's no such thing as a story!

Beryl laughs with shards and a tall voice.

The laughter overlapped with that of the people who were abusing me when I was little.

Because it's a story.

It's a joke.

Because it's a game.

That reminds me of those people who were innocently stepping on my humanity...

"Oh, speaking of which... you've been wondering ~"

Unexpectedly, Beryl said.

On my head.

I reached for my hat.

"This hat...... what's going on inside? You're bald! haha............!!

"Stop...! Stop, stop. Whoa!

No matter how much I screamed, Beryl couldn't have listened.

I couldn't help but grab my big hat.

Strip away.

And he showed up, look at my head.

Beryl...

He raised a high voice.

"hey............ wow!!!

I bite my lips.

I'm in custody, and I can't even hide it with my hands.

Over my head...

I had big cat ears.

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◇ Ruby ◇

Discover the bodies of your parents.

That's what I heard after that.

My parents were a certain nobleman's pet.

Perhaps I was born from the owner 'mating' pets to play, the slum adults said.

The owner's purpose was the entertainment of 'watching mating', and as a result, the child to be born was only in the way.

That's why I threw it away.

As if to dispose of excess vegetables.

There's a lot going on with the owners.

Some people love as much as their families do, and if they die, they provide for them politely.

Some throw it around, like a broken toy.

Either way.

Pets didn't have the right to choose their owners.

I had no right to choose my end of the line.

I understood intuitively the moment I saw my parents' bodies, even without asking about those details.

I have to be able to live alone.

No one can help me, just me.

If we don't, we won't even be able to choose how to die.

Like these people...

I sat down in the alley as it rained.

So, slow down.

I've killed myself before.

Weak self.

Poor self.

pitiful self.

I can't live if I can't help myself.

Take them, slow, slow.

Be careful, be careful.

I've killed them all.

When he finished the task and looked up, a big boy stood.

He turned to me, sliced an umbrella and a slice of bread, and offered it to me.

If it was me before.

I would have followed and thanked you and received it.

But...

It wasn't necessary to me right now.

That action of paying the hand that has been extended.

Make the bread jump to the wet ground, the act is.

It was a ritual, so to speak, to distinguish myself from what I've been -

When I went back to the slums and the grownups heard what was going on, I turned to them on my feet.

These are the people who were abusing me.

Those are the ones who laughed at my ears and tails funny, cursed at me with a Bakemon woman, and laughed raggedly.

"Uh? Oh, my God, you're a bakemon woman. '

He said, "Oh my God, you're dead. Didn't you transfer some illness?

'Wow, let's get out of here! Ruby fungus moves!

I'm...

I didn't say anything.

Just silent.

I approached the guy who was leading the way.

And.

A knife that was invisible in spiritual arts was stabbed around his arms.

'What...?

He stared at the knife that suddenly appeared on his arms.

In the meantime, I pulled out the knife, and now I pierced my thigh.

"Yikes... ahhh...!?

Ouch, not to say, he rolled on the spot.

Blood overflowing from his arms and thighs spreads over the ground.

Oh - no.

It's not like this.

This is not the future I might have forced on these guys.

"Oh man... you eh...!!

"Whoa, grown-ups... someone grown-ups."

I didn't let him get away with it.

I caught everyone on the spot and stabbed him in the arm and leg.

I confined myself to my arms and feet because I didn't have to take them to my life.

This is treason.

And a rating.

Groans that it hurts,

Pathetically,

unwillingly,

pity,

Pathetically,

I beg you to help me, with those eyes...

I just needed to see it.

"I'm sorry, sayin '..."

"No, no...!

When I heard the words, I honestly called for help.

The called adults were surprised to see how the children were doing, and even more surprised to find out I was the killer.

"Ruby...?

'How could you do this!

"I was a big boy..."

'You know what I mean! What I did!

'Are you reflecting!?

"You've been helped by us."

When one of the adults is about to say so.

I threw what was at their feet.

It was a purse that seemed superior.

One of the adults picks it up and looks inside with a suspicious frown.

And I opened my eyes with dismay.

Because there was a lot of gold in that purse.

"Return"

I say.

"For what I've ever gotten. Nosi. '

Then, I wore a big hat from the store.

Hide your tail in your clothes too.

This was a declaration.

I don't need anyone's help.

I don't need sympathy.

That was the proclamation.

- From now on, I will be the earner of slums, mainly suri.

In society, money is justice.

If I had money, I'd be allowed to have an illegal pet, have kids, and dump them in a slam.

Everyone asked me for help and tried to buy my sympathy.

By the time I was seven, Slam had become my country.

That jizzy...

I met Josea Bergson just about that time.