Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

The previous werewolf medal ceremony was to take place in the city square.

It's a little festival.

Even though it is only one monster, it seems worthy of propaganda to end the battle without harm (excluding me).

The information that monsters are wandering around the neighborhood also aims to revitalize the economic activity of a depressed city.

Festivals in the name of celebrating the heroes of urban defense are a pretext to regain vigour.

The square is lined up with about fifty leading soldiers. In addition to the soldiers who made efforts on that day, many were driven out as sakura to celebrate the ceremony.

Standing next to these soldiers is the face of the Sons of the Army.

I was caught in the crossfire because I was to receive a medal. I'm so sorry.

I apologize sincerely for the inconvenience I caused.

The fact that people with errands and ill health are freed from attending is something that makes them feel a little lighter.

Mr. Arthur, Miss Reina, Hermes are not in line.

The ceremony was quite long.

Mr. Itsuki on the sandalwood in the square talks about the monster's arrival, explains the battle process, and praises the soldiers who responded.

If you think that a great man's long story will be hated everywhere in the world, the audience will react well.

Especially when you stop a monster, when you drive a horse to rescue him, or when you kill him with a precise crossbow shot, the description of the battle makes you cheer.

Thanks to this, there are not many people in alignment or standing up.

Maybe I'm the only one who thinks it won't end soon.

No, I'm sure not.

You're all grown up somehow, so you're good at deception. I'm supposed to look like nothing on the surface. Isn't it?

"Now, I'm going to give you a medal. Whoever is called by his name, go forward."

The award starts with the White Medal in order of merit, comes with iron, copper and finally silver.

Sir Georges was a copper kung fu. The crossbow gunner and the gate commander were also bronze.

Can I get the highest silver kung fu?

"Finally, belong to the Military Sons Association, Ash!

As he answered and walked out toward the altar, the applause boiled.

Please stop, I'm embarrassed.

I like to be praised, but I don't like to stand out. Farmers born in Cold Villages are completely immune to it.

Nevertheless, I can't hide my face and run away, and since it is bad for Mr. Itsuki to be indifferent and faceless, I get up on the stage with an ambiguous smile.

A smile is an endless bitter smile.

Mr Itsuki interpreted me as favourably as he could.

"Hmm, it's settled in the boulder. You're young, but you have a lot of nerve. I took the werewolf and I was convinced to stand around alone."

"It's an honor to say that."

Give me the medal as soon as possible.

And let me get out of this prominent spot immediately.

"In honor of his noble will to fight for the defense of the city and his outstanding skill to succeed, and in the name of Uncle Saccura, he will be awarded a kind of battle silver medal."

"Thank you."

That's enough, right? I'm sorry to hear that.

"The award of the Silver Medal at the age of eleven will be unprecedented in the search for history throughout the kingdom. I can count on it to be a person in my territory."

Not yet. Mr. Itsuki, why don't you just go to the next one, next one.

I've been talking to you about your next plans, right? I won't forget the thanks for laughing and acknowledging.

So, hurry up next.

"Also, the sincere exploration that you showed in the activities of the Military Sons' Association and the profound knowledge that you find from it, the breadth of the measure that you spare no effort to share with your friends, are worthy of an impression."

It seems like an admirable storm, but it's finally awkward because of the disturbance of the agricultural improvement plan under a thin piece of skin on the surface.

We apologize for the inconvenience.

We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause in the future.

Delivery, my thoughts.

"The Saccura Borderlands are waiting for you to grow up and give your official position. I want you to continue to demonstrate your talent in the future."

"We will do our best to meet your expectations."

I grabbed back the hand offered with a smiling smile whether an apology had arrived.

Clapping from all over the square occurs when the host, Mrs. Lynn, who knows the arrangement in advance, claps.

Mr. Itsuki whispered in a small voice in the gap that narrowed the distance.

"After this, we'll do it."

"Yes, I'm ready - maybe"

Mr. Itsuki laughs bitterly at me for saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't know how the two of you are waiting for me in the square.

Well, can you handle it?

Yeah, I can handle it.

After the final meeting, Mr. Itsuki nods and approves my exit.

Jesus Christ, I got another job to do.

For us, this other job is real.

As I stepped off the stage, I paused and turned my gaze to the edge of the square.

The gaze I was paying attention to was caught and focused in the same direction.

There was Hermes, who was in the front row of the audience and was exempted from attending for important business today.

The rubber-powered plane on his hand - which uses animal intestines and tendons and should be called tendon power - is already winding up and awaiting a return to history.

"Fly, Phoenix."

Hermes threw the plane into the air with the kindness of a parent pushing his child's back as a crowd stared at him.

The propeller turns gently.

The way Hermes fired the plane is closer to pushing than throwing. [M]

Everyone who didn't know it was a plane must have believed that the softness of its power would soon fall.

But the faith was crushed in three seconds.

Trials and mistakes are repeated, and the wings in the shape of the derived barrel grasp the wind.

The propeller moves the wind forcefully.

The plane crosses the square forward, forward, like it runs in the sky.

It does not fall like a stone.

I'm not on the wind like a tree leaf.

It's not gliding with a force thrown like a boomerang.

It's the power you have to prepare yourself to go forward and forward.

Flying like a bird.

The voice leaks for a moment from the mouth of a person who looks at the sight and understands what is happening in front of him.

Some people are shocked, others are longing, joy, laughter, emotion.

But they calm down after just a moment of sound.

Airplanes - Most people have heard that word by the time they're ten.

The child wants to see the birds and fly like that.

The child asks why birds can fly in the sky.

Then someone around will tell you.

It seems that a long time ago, there was a tool for a man named Plane to fly.

Well, the story is just a legend.

Birds can fly, so people can never fly.

It's a dream animal that goes on with cotton, and it's what animals do in real life.

History knows that people can fly, but people sink it into fictional waters.

Even if someone pointed out the history, people would not laugh and make sure it was a mirage on the surface.

And the flying machine, the plane, crashed from the sky of history and became one of the legends of the dream-like life of ancient civilization.

But that was just a few seconds ago.

People saw it.

From the end of the square to the end of the plane.

Citizens of both common sense and good sense.

Follow the rules, educated soldiers.

He is a cultivated and politically engaged clan of lords.

Their eyes are the cutting edge of history books themselves.

They saw it.

A plane flies over the sky.

Before the sun falls today, several letters, diaries and reports will say, "I saw a flying machine."

This is the moment when legends fly from the surface of fictional water and the plane reappears in the sky of history.

The "Feather of the Feather", which has historically flown a huge distance of only a hundred meters, is kindly received by Miss Raina, who was waiting for you opposite Hermes.

The exclamation shouted from all the people who were there a few seconds after the flight was over.

With a fervent cheer, Hermes and Miss Raina rush down to me.

An explanation must be given of the implementation of the unannounced steps (provided that Mr. Itsuki has given his consent).

But are you sure I can do it? It's very conspicuous. I've been trying to make a plane, Hermes. Shouldn't you?

I wanted you to take my place, but when I saw Hermes, he nodded forcefully at me.

I can't help it.

I took a big breath.

"Today's machine was announced as a product of the Military Sons Association! As you can see, this is a small model of a plane!

And there will be a loud cheer.

I think people who definitely can't hear you are screaming just for Nori.

"Compared to the ancient civilization of the previous period, where people flew on board, it was just a small plane. There's still a lot of technology to fly with! But it's also a big plane that doesn't make it impossible for people to fly!

Hermes next door seems very happy. [M]

She looks proud, entertained, and crying.

"If you think of a plane that can carry people as a bird, our plane today is just one of those wings. But even a complete bird can't fly without one of these wings. Our friend Hermes was the first to try to make this feather! Give him a round of applause!

When Miss Reina returns the plane to Hermes' hand, she takes the boy's hand and raises it.

At that moment, a big applause was given to the boy who dreamed of and kept chasing the plane.

It's a story, isn't it?

My chest gets hot, too.

After all, these emotions are indispensable in order to live.

It is a good thing to say that a man can only live on bread.

After this, you got too hot and excited to stop declaring the closure of the medal ceremony.

It's clumsy.

I wanted to do a little flashy flight demonstration to make it easier for me to approve an industrial workforce improvement plan and get a budget.

That's why I feel like I'm responsible for the confusion caused by the effect.

If I may make an excuse, I am not the only one who has agreed with Mr. Itsuki on this performance.

Arthur and Mrs. Lynn said it was better to keep the show down a little bit, but it wasn't my fault.

Responsibility should rest with the manager who has decision-making power, right?

And it's not me.