Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Ash preached to me.

Even though he's my son, he's cheeky.

Why was she preached that she didn't praise Sheba?

Idiot, you may not know it yet, but can you do such a trivial thing?

Besides, I was told to praise Sheba for getting her hands clean.

Certainly, I was aware of that.

Since Ash started using the muddy medicine made from strange leaves, Sheba's hands have become clean.

Ash says mightily, "Praise him."

Well, that's enough... you can do it! I'm embarrassed!

Almost, his hands were rough, but it was the workman's hands, and it was his charms.

She was a good girl unlike me, who used to take care of herself, help with housework, and was just a prank.

Well, I was a little nervous, and when the men made the girls cry, they might come and punch me in one hand...

Anyway, I'm sure that Sheba's hands are cleaner now, but that doesn't mean that the more I praise her, the more attractive she is... "

I go home thinking a lot.

The smell of the soup boils down. Sheba is still cooking for me today.

"I'm back now." There's no problem with the fields. "

In my words, Sheba said, "Yes."

I don't look back.

Yeah, I'm really in a bad mood.

That's why Ash preached to me. Ash says, "Sheba's in a bad mood because she doesn't praise her hands."

"No, no, no way, that's how Sheba gets angry..."

He began to behave lazily in yearning for Yuika-sama, and he calmed down when he had a child.

That's one of my compliments, and I can't get so angry.

But you didn't take my soup on the plate this morning...

Ah, Sheba?

There is no reply to the call this time.

In this small house, there's no way you can't hear your voice, so just keep your voice up.

"Um, well, I don't think there's anything wrong with saying this... no, I don't have to say it, but I guess I just realized that I was a little concerned?"

Yeah. What were you trying to say?

I got lost in the conversation about how to cut it out.

Sheba turned her dazed face toward us in a terrible conversation.

"No, wait a minute. Okay, okay, just briefly, just say what you want to say."

I mean, that's it.

"You're beautiful."

Yes, it's beautiful, Sheba.

But it's me, isn't it funny?

There must have been a reason to praise her hands for being beautiful. Where are your hands?

Well, it's stuck to the tip of my arm, so I'm not going anywhere, but that's not what I'm talking about.

Hmm, and Sheba let out a sulky exhale and returned to her starting position.

"No, wait, wait a little longer. That's it, I didn't have enough words. You're pretty, but you've got your hands full, right? Since you used Ash's weird, you seem to be doing well, and above all else. Yeah. But it was beautiful before that!"

Good. I don't know what you're talking about anymore.

No, I don't think I knew it from the beginning.

Sure enough, Sheba's back just nodded "Hmm."

Damn, that's why I didn't want to be embarrassed.

That's all a man can do if he works in silence.

Even rough hands are evidence of work, so there's no need to go out of your way to use medicine.

Well, it hurts especially when it touches water, such as cracks or cracks, so I think it would be better if it healed...

I couldn't think of anything else to do, and I fell to the table on my own.

I'm tired.

I was nervous.

I really can't do this.

I'll make you do something weird and complain to Ash later.

"David."

”Huh?”

Sheba was sitting in front of her when she was called up and raised her face.

"Give me your hand."

Why? He takes the hand he was throwing at the table before he asked.

Sheba's hand, which held my hand, was so slick.

Really, your hands are beautiful, too.

"Thanks to Ash."

The smiling face is as beautiful as it used to be.

I think Sheba's smile after the fight is the prettiest.

Sheba laughs when I apologize for the relationship I've had since I was born.

I think this was always a sign of rapprochement.

"Anyway, because it's about David, the rough hands are a sign of the hard-working people, and you must have thought of something strange like that."

Ah, yes, that's right.

Sheba began to paint a melancholy potion in my hand, silent after being stabbed in the stars.

"I know you're a hard worker, even if you don't show me that your hands are rough."

"No, well... is that right?"

"That's right, so if your hands are going to heal, so are you."

Sheba laughs when she holds her hand and says she doesn't want the crack to hit and hurt.

The gently gripped hand was pleasant.