Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Afterwards, he told her that it was over and threw everything round the adult like a child.

I report to Sir Georges, ask him to take care of it, help him a little, have dinner, etc., and have a peaceful time.

Fortunately, the Sons of the Army did not pay attention to the movements of me and Sir Georges.

If we were to pull out the camp tomorrow and march back to the city for a day and a half, we'd be more tired than curious.

Everyone's steps toward each tent in the sun seem to be quite heavy.

I'm trying to smoke with the rest of the meat.

It's not a real job, it's a job that I want to get stuck on the way home. Tomorrow, when I think about dried meat and hard-boiled bread again, I have to push a little fatigue.

As the industrial improvement plan progresses - and I look up at the night sky with determination.

Once the vessel processing technology reaches a certain level with the Industrial Force Improvement Program, let's start developing preserved foods.

The beautiful and radiant stars bless my thoughts. Wishing on the stars is really romantic.

It's a little smoky though.

Looking up at night with the smell of smoke, she walked quietly.

"Ash, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yes, of course."

Standing beside her, she floats on her neat face with a mixture of serenity and backlash.

Considering what happened to her today, I can't help but feel complicated.

"Shall I change the location?

"That's right... Yeah, it would be better if Ash were better."

Well then, let's go to the riverbank to cool down a bit.

In the riverbanks where the trees open, the stars shine brighter. The moon, which could not be seen at the campsite, peeks into the flowing water.

Looking up at the moon for a while, the silence flows into fresh water.

It seemed difficult for her to speak, so I picked a word that wasn't obvious and talked.

The moon is beautiful.

Yeah, that's true.

She also returned a simple affirmation to the plain expression of visual information, and then passed on words that were difficult to say.

"... it's because of Ash that I can see the moon right now."

Tell him not to worry about thanking him for his life.

"You are a dear friend who can help me a lot."

"Can you still call me that?

Her voice is full of slight threats.

I see. The assassins who chased me put others' lives at risk.

Normally, you'll wonder if they hate you.

But I have no intention of doing that at all.

"Of course, I'll treat you as a friend as much as I can. I don't remember being told by you that I hate you."

Instead, it's always something you'll like.

When she smiled, she thought she had gotten suffocated and then panicked and pressed her face down with both hands.

"Well, don't say that. Ash needs to realize how destructive his words are."

"Really? It has been a great pleasure to have you with me ever since I met you, both in your daily life and in helping me with my dreams. I think it's natural to like you like that."

"That's why...."

While hiding my face, only my eyes glimpsed at my complexion.

"Already....!

When I laughed because I had eyes, I was kind of angry.

Apparently, it was embarrassing to say too straight a favor. I think it was a smelly dialogue.

"Well, anyway, there's nothing you care about. You've done me a lot. This is a thank you, and it's only a small thank you."

Again and again, preference should be given to preference.

I think she gave me a lot of favor.

She may think she hasn't done enough to risk her life, but that's her idea.

In my opinion, by my standards, I have received enough favors worthy of this job. Whatever it is, you can calculate the favors you will get from now on.

In this world, life is everyday.

So, I don't really care, but by her standards, she seemed to have too much preference on my side.

"Ash is too kind."

She confronted me with a soft voice that hurt just by touching her.

"Even though you can't say anything properly like this, you haven't given me your real name... to me who's lying and lying to me..."

Tears come out of her eyes.

If you think you've spilled one grain, it's flooding from one to the next, like a small river.

I wonder how long I've been crying.

Seriously, she may have felt pain in continuing to lie to her surroundings.

Perhaps she was desperately enduring the temptation to falsify herself.

Curious, she might have remembered the rage of having to take what she really wanted to do.

Her tears don't stop under the beautiful moon.

I couldn't face such a difficult sight.

"I like lying."

The words spoken out are improvisation to the reality in front of you.

"After all, reality is too spicy. Born in a poor village and living as a poor peasant, it's hardly fun. I can't get any positive feelings about living tomorrow from reality."

I think I lived like I was dead until I was eight. What kind of eyes did you have at that time?

To my imagination, shame and anger seep as bitter laughter.

"This is how I live now, thanks to lies. The fun and gentle stories in the book, the hard and the painful, came alive in a convenient fabrication that must be solved."

I am truly grateful to Mrs. Yuika for reading the book that day.

From that day on, even in this difficult world of reality, I'm going to be able to have quite a lot of fun.

My life is rich, at least to the extent that I want to do something about the person crying in front of me.

"That's why I don't think you're lying. That lie must have been necessary for you to live."

The lie is neither reproachable nor hateful.

"If you came alive because of that lie, I like it. It's a lie you should love more than reality or truth."

Under the moon, the girl who keeps crying will now cry out loud.

I couldn't. My level of gentleman is too low to even comfort her well.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't even say a good word...."

She shakes her neck with tears more vigorously than before, as she panics to me with no more hits.

"Chi Ga... Ugh, I'm so... I'm not being distracted..."

"Of course, of course. Don't you hate it? You saved my dream, and you've always been and always will be my dear friend."

"Ash... yes..."

If that's all right, you'll be friends as much as you want, so it's time to stop crying...

I wonder how many minutes I watched her cry while suppressing her desire to escape.

Eventually, she calmed down to a little sobbing, a little, inviting me.

Yes?

Looking up, she remembers that her face is wet with tears and turns her crying face shyly.

"Ah, you know... I was warned not to tell anyone... Ash is special, because he saved my life...."

She whispers softly in my ear, repeating words like excuses and mouthfulness.

"My real name... is..."