Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Recently, a cool breeze has been blowing through my house.

No, don't get me wrong. It's not physical.

Although autumn is near, I still feel the heat, but around this time of day, I'm sorry and leave the heat behind.

The source of the cold wind in my house is my mother.

It is an anomaly rarely seen in history that that virtuous mother who is gentle and understandable in my studies (Jancha) becomes a source of cold winds like the cold front of mid-winter.

However, the cause is the father who lacks merit, so well, it can be called karma.

"Oh, Sheba? Where's my soup?"

The unscrupulous father complains about the inadequacy of the dining table against Gao De's mother.

Imagine, you idiot.

I usually start eating when the three of us are together, but I'm sure you'll start eating before you take your seat today.

Mother is in Fury Mode, hold it.

Ash, do you have a soup instead?

There is a beautiful smile on your mother's face that asks me.

If you don't think about how beautifully you ignore your father's question, it's like a set of flowers that color your breakfast.

“Thank you, and I'll go do it on my own, thanking my mom for always making delicious food.”

"Well, thank you. Ash is always nice and kind." I want to be like Milord. "

The more flowers bloom, the more grumpy ice and snow can be seen on your mother's back.

Awesome, one person lives together in spring and winter.

I definitely don't want to go on that winter side. The survival rate is less than or equal to the decimal point. Point of No Return.

However, my father is the type who does not catch the common cold.

"Sheba? Where's my soup?"

There was already something jumping into the ice snow. Please shut up and I want to beat you down.

Fortunately, my mother is a virtuous man.

I didn't do anything bad to educate myself to yell in front of my children, and I stared at my spouse with a stubborn smile.

There is no word, just a thumb pointing towards the side.

It is a salt response that makes up for the lack of salt in the soup.

When it comes to this, I can't help but be desperate.

To avoid couples quarrels (Halmageddon), keep quiet, don't barbecue anymore in the powder magazine, and make eye contact with the heat of burning.

I was reluctantly going to get my own soup because my father didn't catch a cold because of the intense emotion of the difference between the two people.

When she saw the disgruntled face that pointed her lips, her mother had a tongue-pounding expression on her face.

I, the little one, desperately endure the pull of my face.

The meal time, which is a daily pleasure, became a bitter act. My virtue is about to rise.

As a result of gaining virtue, being sacrificed as a saint is likely to interfere with future activities, so I decided to disclose the situation of my home to others in order to lower the virtue.

The place is a sacred church, with Lady Mica.

In other words, it is a folly to take a break at a study group with friends.

It is written in some scriptures that you should let your friends heal your fatigue outside.

Was it a sacrament to drink?

"That's why mom and dad are on the verge of quarreling... no, it's already a real quarrel, isn't it?"

Until now, my mother smelled "Enough with you", but my father put this through gorgeously, and this morning finally said, "I'm mad! It was a declaration."

Well, my mother was really kind around that the declaration was self-service breakfast.

"My dad also realized about this morning, so it looks like it will intensify from around here tonight."

Because my father is not aware at all of why his mother is angry, there is no way that the peace talks can be concluded.

Therefore, the situation will continue to intensify until a third party intermediary enters... "

When I told the dark world, Lady Mayka nodded softly.

"Oh, I see." Auntie Sheba and Uncle David are always friendly... but there's always a fight, right? "

"It's more or less my father's fault."

She's too dull.

I want you to realize that you have a cold.

"Is that so? Well, Ash, do you know why Aunt Sheba is angry?"

Of course I do, so I'll show you Miss Mica's hand when I try.

"Hands? Fine... but what's wrong with my hands?"

Yeah, you're getting the effect of Aloe Vera ointment, right?

"Huh!? Ah, that's right!" Perhaps it's because of Ash-kun's ostracism! No mistake! "

Sure enough, when your rough hands get better, you'll feel good, right?

"You're still holding on to it!" Uh, uh, if you don't mind, let's touch it. It's like this, you know, you're going to do something like that... "

Is that okay? Now, if you'll excuse me. ”

Lady Mayka has given me permission, so I'll be grateful to touch it and confirm.

Yes, it's very pleasant to the touch, with less cracks and cracks.

Yeah, it's a very beautiful hand, isn't it?

"Ah, ah, there, there, there..."

When I made a simple comment to the slippers, everyone could, Lady Mica turned bright red and shone bright red.

Lady Mayka would have understood.

Yes, this is what my father lacks.

"My mother is also with Mika-san."

"Um, yeah.... yeah?"

"I used Aloe Ointment and my mother's hands were clean." I see myself looking at my hands happily many times a day. ”

Lady Mayka also appealed to me by messing with my hair and placing my hand on a book at an angle where I could see my hands.

This is a lovely development of beauty. Gentlemen, I must praise you for realizing this.

"That nasty, dull father hasn't praised his mother yet for getting her hands cleaner."

"That's... that's not good."

Lady Mica's eyes, which she repeatedly said weren't very good, were a bit dim.

"I've complimented her many times, but she can't be satisfied that my dad doesn't praise her."

"My uncle and aunt are getting along."

That's right. Somehow those two are good friends.

I think that most of it comes from my mother's care, patience and full-blown motherhood...

"What a terrible thing I did to be caught in a fight between my wife, who I want to praise for making my hands beautiful, and my dull husband and his wife, who I didn't even notice?"

"Oh, I think you're so great at making medicine...?"

Thank you, Miss Mica.

The world is irrational, isn't it?

Alright, let's activate the irrational doctrine.

“That's why Dad should praise her for making her hands beautiful.”

It is sermon time to catch my father in the wheat field.

On the other hand, since my father's first voice was "What's that?", it is clear that this sermon time is troublesome.

"What the hell is that?" It's very important to my mother. At least it's important not to have breakfast soup. ”

"Why didn't you praise your hand enough to see it like that..."

My father, the type who doesn't catch cold, has an empty plate at the dining table, but it's still better.

If it gets any worse, I'll go to the point where I don't have my father's meal.

"You probably noticed a change in your mom's hand, no matter how much your dad did, right?"

"Of course. Ever since I used your weird stuff... what the hell is that?"

It's the same thing.

There is no dullness or delicacy, that kind of thing.

"If you've noticed, just say it." So peace will come. "

”To say it like that... you're being too cocky to tell your parents what to do”

What's with the redness?

Showing me a tundere from such a shiny face doesn't start a romantic or a romantic.

If you do that in front of your wife, there won't be a Cold War breakout like in the morning, but you bastard. I mean, even though it's been many years since you got married, you're just imagining yourself praising your wife and you're starting to turn so red.

Are they still lovers?

Wow, you're young.

Ahhh, nothing's going to be ridiculous.

"Do you want me to line up the liars that my dad loved and praised my mom, or do you want me to praise my mom from my own mouth?"

"... I see, do you have Ash to tell me?"

"Also, if you let me tell you, I'll treat you like a fool for the rest of my life." I'll tell you this story later. "

After making a calm choice, it took about three days for my mother's mood to recover.

My father must be the biggest snail in the village.