"... what?

A certain plain in a certain country, a young man standing there, raised a loose voice during that time.

"What's here... eh? What? Huh?... I don't know what that means... Yes?

The young man, looking around and still unable to understand the situation, looked around and looked at himself with anxiety and some fear.

"What is this..."

The flat side of my hand, which I saw spread out, was thin and supple, then slightly stiff. If you look at your body, it's down to the left and right hips to the silver armor polished up as if it were a mirror.

"... sword?

If you pull it out of the sheath, it's a red and pale fine sword as clear as a glass workmanship

When I stared at him with some thought, he suddenly struck me with a blunt instrument on the head.

"Guh...... guh......"

And overflowing information, knowledge.

It's not my thing, it shouldn't have been

But I get used to saying it's like far away, that's the common sense that's been handed down from my ancestors. I'm being eroded, I'm not myself anymore. That feeling strikes me.

"Oh no... Yamelo!... Somebody... Somebody help me..."

No one answered such a voice, and the youth, let go of consciousness.