Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

A shovel called a lifeline is destroyed by the hand of the werewolf.

But the werewolf's judgment was a little early.

At the cost of crushing the shovel, I have enough room to take that blow.

Use the momentum of the werewolf's onslaught to retreat and earn distance.

Remove the pottery vial from your waist before breathing properly.

My martial arts skills aren't really big. I've been questioned by Arthur before.

"How did you defeat the bear with your skill?"

The answer is simple: he defeated the bear outside of his martial arts skills.

It is, for example, a way of countering fear or knowledge of poisons.

This vial is the latter.

Since the Bear Hall incident, you may want to take my poison treatment self-defense technique, which has been further studied.

Throw a vial the size of which is just right for you to grip it with your hands against the face of the werewolf.

The werewolf once had a slightly collapsed posture, but he didn't try to avoid it.

The first shot didn't do any damage, and the vial, much less momentum than that, was not considered a threat that needed avoidance.

That's what it's all about.

The ceramic vial cracked and the red mucus inside stuck to the face of the werewolf.

Then, a second later, the mighty Wolf Temple rolled around holding his face.

Fufufu, do you hate spicy food?

The contents of the vial are extracted and concentrated from capsaicin, the spicy ingredient, by adding chillies to alcohol.

It was written as a pesticide to protect the field from pests and beasts.

Alcohol distillation was costly and did not become widespread as a pesticide, but it was used as a self-defense tear weapon after Bear Hall nearly killed it.

Because it is non-lethal, it is convenient to carry, and I usually wear it as having a relationship with important people such as Micah and Arthur.

As I exhale roughly, I jump to the pitchfork as my next weapon.

The werewolf couldn't afford to worry about my movements. I wonder if the bitter ingredients got directly into my eyes and nose.

I don't want to imagine how painful it is.

It's pitiful just to watch, so I'll stab you in the face.

Carefully circle around your head and aim.

I'm rolling around and scratching my painful face with my hands, so it's difficult to aim inside my eyes and mouth... but because I scratched it with my sharp nails, the skin on my face is terrible.

This will also sting the tip of the pitch fork.

Yo.

Nh, it slips against the boulder and hits the skull.

Well, I had to stab him many times.

Yo.

Oh, hey.

…………

No, it's more sturdy than I thought. I can't kill them all at once.

And it looks like the werewolf's face is back.

I was late to notice it because it was bright red with blood, but I can't see any new bleeding anymore. The response from the pitch fork also feels like it's stopped by the epidermis.

"You gotta be kidding me...!

Sir Georges taught me that monsters heal quickly, but I want you to understand that it is common sense to see them heal in less than a minute.

Is it because it's a monster?

Do you think this supernatural phenomenon can be tolerated because it is a monster?

You're just fantasizing against humanity!

Anyway, it's not good.

I don't have any more self-defense tear bottles. If I don't take advantage of this opportunity, I'm doomed this time.

I managed to aim for the eyeballs, and the eyeballs that I wanted to aim for caught me precisely.

Ugh!

The pitch fork I swing down and the werewolf poke up my right arm were at the same time.

The left clavicle is scratched and scraped. The pain still remains.

I tie my teeth and put more weight on the pitch fork.

The werewolf's claws swallowed into his extra left shoulder, but I don't mind. This is going through the right eye of the Wolf Man Hall.

There are two kinds of roars or bitterness.

We're desperate for each other.

We're squeezing each other's lives by the edge.

When I was just a little older, I thought I would have grown taller, weighed proportionately, and been able to exercise my strength with ease, and my response changed.

It penetrates the hard part and feels soft.

I can tell from my hunting experience. I took the brain.

The giant body of the werewolf temple bounces unnaturally.

My extended right arm cramped unrelated to the attack... and fell to the ground.

"Alright....!

As a precaution, make a few more pitch forks and then let go.

Naturally, it's two or three steps behind you.

Fatigue strikes your body at once.

It feels like a stretched rubber muscle of the ankle and back as well as the hand because of the stiff arm of the werewolf.

Looks like we were more than we thought.

"My left shoulder hurts so much... I hope I don't get pus or something."

And I want to avoid Miss Mayka's sermons.

I didn't want this fight either. I know you're worried, but I want you to understand something.

Is it impossible?

I can't do it empirically.

At the very least, let the mother in the village keep quiet. If you don't know, you'll never preach.

When I looked at the wound on my left shoulder and thought of a way to stop the bleeding, I heard a noise.

The pitch fork fell on the ground.

Looking back with a tired head, the werewolf looked down on me.

"Oh, you're waking up early, aren't you?

What, were you reincarnated?

No, he's not reborn, so he's resurrected.

The right eye that was supposed to crush me with a pitch fork was regenerating in front of my eyes.

How bullshit.

Unconsciously confused, the werewolf threw his fangs straight at me.

On your left shoulder, you'll get even more pain - to avoid being eaten a thousand times.

"I won't let you...! But this is a hunter apprentice! Mr. Van's most apprentice, that's why...!

Though his head was pure white, Mr Van's teachings moved his body on his own.

My right hand pulled the dagger out of my waist and into the biting wolf's mouth.

This dagger was given to me by Mr Van when he went hunting.

It is a sacred work tool for hunters to use when stabbing sharks in their prey, as well as the last protective equipment to use when their spears and arrows run out.

Meet the werewolf temple.

They're gonna want to bite me from my left shoulder to my chest like this.

However, in a large open mouth, a dagger is poking at the skull. If you try to close your jaw like this, it's the angle that reaches your brain.

"Come on, let's do it! Would you like to keep fighting! If you think I'm gonna die like this, you can do it!

If you think so.

I'll die normally.

But of course you don't do that, right?

Come on, open your mouth. Come on.

I was just resurrected after I finished my brain the other day, so I'm terrified that I won't come to bite off the Wolf Temple.

If you cut his mouth with more daggers, he might not be able to stand the pain and open his mouth, but because the werewolf's fangs were eating into his right hand, he couldn't move well.

It may be so painful that I can't move it.

Now, what do we do?

From this position, there is nothing I can do. We have no choice but to wait for the werewolf to move.

As they exhaled desperately from each other, they stared at each other in the immediate vicinity.

Let go of me. My right hand is also losing its sensation.

Ah... Maybe you're just gonna wait for my health to run out?

Shit. I'm sure I'll lose if you do that.

My blood was drawn to the boulder.

But the werewolf opened his mouth lightly and set me free.

"Whoa, whoa.

I thought it was a must to wait, but why did you leave?

In the meantime, I face him with a dagger, but the werewolf doesn't look at me. What he's looking at is behind me.

I wonder.

I was wondering how it worked, and it came from behind me.

A powerful horseshoe sound and a spear.

A battle passed by to cheat me attacked the werewolf.

You should laugh when the cavalry appears. Sir Georges appeared alone.

Sir Georges, who rolled the werewolf to the ground in a spear blow, turned his horse and came at me.

"Ash, hold on!

"Roger that!

Sir Georges is ready for a break.

That's true.

Sir George's presence here means that Bergo and the others have informed him of the monster's attack and the gate is ready to defend itself.

All you have to do is pull the werewolf to a reliable crossbow firing point. That's what it's for.

He whipped his tired body and jumped on Sir George's horse as he ran through.

No, neither your left arm nor your right arm is powerful.

It's going to fall.

"Ash! Good work!

Sir Georges' powerful arms will support it.

No, it's cool. Father Yaye, your romance is truly handsome.

Can I leave the rest to you now?

It's good, isn't it?

I can't really do this anymore. Health Limits.

In the meantime, I feel my consciousness blinking as I cling to Sir Georges.

I saw the gates of the city. A heavy bass came after me from behind.

Several spear-like arrows flew from the crossbow gun on the city wall, and the heavy bass stopped.

Something flashes behind closed eyelids. Somehow, some of the memories of the previous life come back to life.

I've tasted it for the first time, but perhaps this is a horse running lamp?

I thought it was a minor injury than when I was at Kuma-san, but maybe not. There are no signs, but the Reaper is nearby.

All right, Reaper.

This is probably the third showdown.

The first time was the previous life, the second time was Bear Hall, one win, one loss five minutes.

I'm used to hanging out with you.

It's winning.