Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Horse, that was delicious.

On the day when the last farming horse fell in the village, Ash said so and stroked his stomach after gathering all the villagers to eat the meat.

It's an unusual, obscene trick.

Compared to the other children, I ate it very calmly, but the horse meat was still delicious for the child.

I was a little embarrassed to eat David so tightly.

"Yes, thank you for everything."

"Is there no alternative horse?"

"Isn't that difficult? No one can take care of a horse anymore."

Really?

Ash's voice tone is slightly different.

Looking gently at Ash's face, he still looked like a dark hole.

Since then, I have been careful, but not because of my mind, but because of this child's dark eyes.

When I was asked if the blade I was using could be made of iron instead of wood.

When I was asked about the soil in the field, whether it was Taihi or Noyak.

When David and I answered, "I can't, I don't know," Ash seemed badly hurt.

"The next meat you eat depends on the hunter's cancer."

Still, Ash doesn't talk about what hurts.

That's all, you make a smile and deceive me.

I felt that Ash's eyes were getting colder, laughing with a treacherous face.

Push your knees and hug Ash.

"Mom? What happened?"

"Ash seemed cold, so I just wanted to hug him."

"That's not true... well, it's getting dark and the wind is a bit cold."

"Yeah, that's true. Now, Ash, go to bed quickly.I'm waiting for your father to come back. "

"I hope you don't come home drunk."

Ash goes to bed first, drinks with him, and talks to David about what he saw earlier.

Well, that's weird, after all.

"That's right. I think it would be better if you didn't cry too hard."

"If you say that to someone who can't help but laugh, you won't listen.I'm sure you'll be willing to do it. "

I knew it. Send a gaze toward the bed and sigh.

"I was in the sake seat, and I asked him about Ash."

Ah, how was it?

"It doesn't seem to be a problem.Outside, it seems normal... it seems strange to use words, but I've been a grown man for a long time, and I've been told that you look smart. "

It's normal outside, isn't it?

"I'm weird, but I'm not worried."

Only people like us will notice Ash's anomaly.

Certainly, it's just a small change of time that I'm aware of because I'm also paying attention.

I suppose you're holding back.

Should I be touched by the health of my child when I do such a thing that year, or should I feel sorry for not being relied upon as a parent?

No, he's a smart kid, so he's shy of his parents.

We need to speak to him.But I wonder what she's worried about.

I don't know that in the first place.

I guess I don't like living in the village.

"Well, compared to the city, there are no objects or people, and I'm poor...At his age, I would definitely hate it. "

Does David think so too?

David nods because he was like that.

"I didn't like living in a village like that when I was young, and I used to hang out with people."

"It's convincing what David says..."

That's how you grew up when your parents scolded you.

I feel like I followed you before, rather than when you were young.

"I don't like boring field work, so I ran away and skipped, so my father scolded me.How many times have I been told it's the job of a man to feed his family? "

Is that a good memory now? David's expression is soft.

"I only talk to my father when he scolds me.Ash has no place to scold, and I miss her so much..... "

Being scolded in the morning for not helping with field work, in the afternoon for defiling clothes, and in the evening for breaking the curfew... compared to David, who used to do it every day, Ash certainly had no place to scold.

She has dark eyes, but she doesn't skip work.

Besides, it's pretty handy. I don't compare them well.

"Please don't let Ash do anything wrong."

"Beh, I don't want you to do anything bad.I just wondered how you talked to me...I can't help scolding my father for his image. "

"You should talk to her normally.It's only natural to avoid scolding a father. "

That's why Ash doesn't talk much to you.

Honestly, when I talk to you, Ash is more concerned about the subject.

"Today's dinner was also delicious," he said, nodding or shaking his head.Besides, you don't say "no."

Are you dissatisfied with my food? [M]

Because Ash looks like a lovely husband.

"Uh-huh... okay. I'll try to talk more properly."

Can I ask you a favor?

"In the meantime, yes. If you take me out to work in the field and move my body...Ah, this will increase the harvest and improve the food.Don't you think so? "

"Yeah, I think so. Good luck, you."

So I laughed, and David laughed as relieved.

And it began to rain outside, like laughing at our conversation.

"Hey, I feel like I'm finishing my work tomorrow...Please stop in the morning. "

The sound of rain grew stronger and stronger to wipe out David's murmur.

At the same time, the cold at night becomes stronger.As if the darkness were malicious.

"It's still cold in here.Let's get you to bed. "

I'm worried about Ash, who got into bed first.

I don't want a thin cloth that farmers use for their beds.If you don't sit down with your family and sleep with them properly, you'll catch a cold.

It didn't stop raining for a few days.



After all, Ash didn't even know what was bothering him, just the month and day passed.

He was already eight years old.

It became known as a smart kid that attracted the attention of the same generation of girls in the village, and as a mother, on the other hand, I was a little jealous.My father David was very jealous of drinking.

And he still has dark eyes sometimes.

Especially when someone dies, her eyes are terribly dark and frosty.

It's as if the cold of the deceased is riding on her.

I feel anxious.

How cold can he endure?Charcoal fires buried in ashes last overnight.

But I won't hold it forever.

That's why I hug her.

Also, this child is exposed to something even colder.

"Ash... it's about Sham."

As I hugged Ash and stroked my back, so I cut out.

One day, my cheeks suddenly swollen and the name of the child who has been sleeping for the past few days.

I was a little younger than Ash and a little shy, so I often missed Ash for protecting me from other nasty boys.

A little older, she might have changed the meaning of walking after Ash.

We need to talk about the child.Naturally, my mouth gets heavy.

That alone seemed to make Ash realize what he was talking about - whether it was a good story or not.

"Really, Mr. Sham... yeah"

A relaxed tone that can even be said to be calm.A tiny smile stuck to your sad face.

The usual appearance of my cute child, who is not a child, but is out of reach.

However, that eye looks like a big, child-specific eye punctured deeper than a well - it looks like it's overflowing with stuff that was accumulating in the well.

"Thank you, Mother. You don't have to tell me later, because I got it."

I'll never see my old friend again.

With such a terrible reward and a calm attitude, this child cares about me.

Thank you for the bad news, you can't help smiling.

"Ash, you don't have to do that in front of me.I'm your mother. "

"Yes? What is that?"

"Aren't you holding back?If you want to cry, you can cry.There's nobody here right now, just Mom and me. "

Instead of patience, I tell them that I feel like I'm about to cry.

Ash's reply was "Thank you".

"It's okay. Of course, I'm sorry about Mr. Sham, but I'm sad."

An unchanged smile. A calm tone.

But in the back of my dark eyes, I could still see the pain that was overflowing.

"Even if you cry, Mr. Sham won't come back.Tyree, Ausus, Milne.... "

Name. Name. Name.

Many, many, many names flood Ash's lips.

At first, I didn't immediately know whose name it was.

'Cause it's the names of people who have already died.A name that is no longer called, no longer heard, no longer used.

It's a hard name to remember, so it hides the ashes of the remains in the soil.

This child has been waiting behind his dark eyes for so long for what we forget for ourselves.

After the fire goes out, the ashes of the dead just cool down, forever and ever.

My chest is clogged.

A big, very big emotion rolls deep into your chest, stopping your voice and breath.

The feeling was too big for me to die.

It feels like there is cold anger when you stop doing that.But as much as that, I felt thankful for the warmth of the act of remembering the name of the dead.

It's like... you don't have to do such a painful thing.

--It's like God.