Hakai no Miko

A short distance from the camp where the tent stood, Shemr was alone. She has been staring at Maha Genovandela since yesterday as she prays for the safe return of the Ethereal Horse.

"Your son is a lot of tease, too."

It was the witch-head who snuck back to the camp that spoke to Shemr like that.

Not knowing that, Shemr, who had assumed that he had performed a ritual of prayer for the safety of the Ethereal Horse all night, bows his head lightly in gratitude to the witch head.

"Don't worry so much. That boy is your son. It's also the goddess of horrible death and destruction."

To that witch-headed mouthfeel, Shemru frowns at his beard.

With the exception of grace, God does not specifically help or protect you because you are my son. That cannot be unknown to the witch-head, the head of the sacrificial family.

"Do you know what I mean, my son? You are the son of the goddess of death and destruction."

Even if the Ethereal Horse himself is a saintly prince, it is Aura, the goddess of death and destruction, who laid eyes on him. I don't think that horrible goddess would choose your son for mere curiosity or play. There must be some horrible goddess thoughts hidden there.

Now that you know that, are you choosing him as "you under the umbilical cord"?

That's what the witch's head is asking Shemr.

And Shemr hesitated slightly before answering.

"Of course, I know that"

To a slightly eye-catching witch-head, Shemr continued his words.

"But the real soma is the guy who hates contention. That's the gentle, weak guy who thinks he should be patient enough to hurt others."

So Shemr mumbled a little.

"So Soma is always impossible. And we're the ones who are making it happen."

Shemr devours his teeth with remorse.

"He doesn't say anything, but sometimes he wonders about my complexion. Is this gonna be okay? Is this a good idea? What?"

Shemr smiled sadly at the witch's head, wondering what it meant.

"I think Soma is very anxious"

The witch-head, surprised. What makes "Son of Destruction" anxious to hear rumors that he is even breaking down that "black beast", cutting off the development of the plains and pushing for numerous reforms? I didn't even see a witch head.

"But I take that for granted, too. He was dropped in a different world. That's why I don't know the right or the left, but all of a sudden I have to fight the same people to help us Zoan. So Soma even wonders if it's really bad human behavior and really right to help us Zoan.

That's not all. Am I not wrong about what I'm trying to do? Maybe what I taught you would make things worse? Doesn't what you do make a lot of people unhappy? I don't even know if that's all or if I can be here, I'm lost. I'm worried. Suffering! Still, Soma's trying to move forward for us. "

With that said, Shemr shut his mouth. After a period of silence, Shemr said with firm determination.

"So whoever else denies it, I'm the only one who'll admit Soma. You're not wrong. You're a good guy. You can stay here."

Said that much and Shemr lit up, scratched his head and continued, "But if you did something wrong enough for even stupid me to know, then hit me, but I'll stop you," he said.

To Shemr like that, the witch-head wondered if I should tell her about the visions of the future I watched last night.

But prediction is not absolute. It is only a matter of God's power to see the most likely future at the moment.

In fact, before the Ethereal Horse fell into this world, when the witch-head predicted the future of Zoan more than once by the power of the God of the Beast, Zoan could only see the descendants living in such a way as to be destroyed by man or to breathe slightly deeper into the mountains.

But these days, no matter how many predictions you make, you can't see Zoan's future.

That would be because the future became chaotic because the unprecedented unknown factor of the Ethereal Horse was thrown in by the power of the Goddess of Death and Destruction, which has equal or greater power than the God of the Beast. That's more than I can foresee unless it's also the power of the Six Pillars of God, like this one.

In the same way, the creation of the fact that it reveals to Shemr the contents of the prediction, which was not even contemplated at the time of the prediction, may prevent that future of destruction and genocide yet.

The witch-head who thought so opened his mouth, but there he thought.

It is at the same time possible to make them aware of the possibility of such a future and instead drive their destiny to that future.

Some of Zoan's legends end ends up with the prophet prophesying that he would "destroy himself by the woman who is his lover" and the brave man coldly thrust his lover away, instead buying his lover's grudges and getting stabbed from his back and the prophecy fulfilled.

So the witch-head changed words.

"What are you going to do if that boy makes' Lankaka's mistake '?

Lancaca is the name of the chief of the Zoan who was once on the plains.

Lancaca, who was said to be wiser than he was when he was younger, when he became chief, ordered that he be in his brethren to enrich his family.

It was to expel no more than one wolf in the realm of his own family. Without the wolf, there will be many more cows and ravens that used it as their natural enemies. Lancaca thought that would enrich the families.

Initially, as Lankaka thought, the families rejoiced with the increase in cattle, ravens, etc. But after a while the grass was consumed by the overgrown cattle, and instead the cattle disappeared from the realm of their families.

As a result, the families of Lankaka also seemed to suffer from what they would eat on that day, and other families had to assist them.

Lancaca, who thus annoyed all his own families or even the other families on the plain, said that when tied up with rope, he was left on the plain and punished by being eaten alive by wolves.

It is from this that the Zoans of the Plains call it "Lankaka's fault" that what we have done in good faith will, in turn, have bad consequences for many people.

To that witch-headed question, Shemr answered with a cloudless smile of no kind.

"At that time, I'll laugh with Soma and the wolves will eat you"

He was a breathtaking witch-head like he was barely pressured by that smile, but after a while he leaked a ho sigh.

"Your son. You are definitely a fang of high spirits..."

The witch-head thought it was no longer time to say anything. No matter what I said, because I felt that Shemr's will would never change.

But still, there was one thing I couldn't help but say.

In that prediction, he said that no one was ever called your son, not sure if it was Shemr. If that means she's away from the pale horse, as the word goes, you might be able to change that future by preventing it.

The witch-head dared not think about it in another sense that it was gone.

"But that's all I was prepared for. Never leave your" you under the umbilical. "

Then, Shemr slapped one on his chest with a dong to show it.

"Isn't that natural!

That said Shemr, who had his chest stretched with a confident face, but that face shone brightly. When the witch-head followed Shemr's gaze as to what was wrong, there was a figure of a pale horse just descending from the mountain.

"Soma!"

Don't scream like that, Shemr ran out with four legs. Looking behind it, the witch's head blurs with a sigh.

"Oh man, I can't help it. It's your kid. - Well, call everyone. Come on."

The back half of the word was directed at a shady confession that was killing his breath in a nearby bush to escort the witch's head. The yin confession makes a faint scratching sound and rushes back to the camp.

After a while, the Garams gathered who were informed of the return of the Ethereal Horse by means of a shady confession. Then shortly afterwards, he said, "Are you hurt? Aren't you feeling well?" A pale horse stands before the witch's head with a worryingly clumsy shemur.

"I'm back now"

The witch's head nodded to Eagle Deep (Good Morning) to the Ethereal Horse announcing her return with a slight grin.

"Come on, let me show you a sign that the boy climbed Maha Genovandela"

Besides, the Ethereal Horse lowered the bearer to the ground and offered it. The witch-head ascertains whether it is truly the "water of fire" that is in the jar.

"Definitely. This is' Water of Fire '. This boy climbed Maha Genovandela and revealed the night there."

Yes, Mambaha, who was on the spot, became flabbergasted as she listened to the voice the witch-head strictly told her.

Maha Genovandela is a mountain of evil spirits that even cowers herself with audacious warriors. The difficulty of revealing the night is also good. At best I thought it was the mountain of Sekiyama that got scared and fled all night or was taken away by evil spirits. However, a human child who could not fight survived the night in Maha Genovandela safely. It was incredible even in front of me like this.

But no matter how much you doubt it, in addition to the obvious evidence of "water of fire," you can't put on a ketch any more than a witch head with strong authority regarding God and sacrifice explicitly declares that he recognizes its greatness. To Mambaha, who grinds his teeth with remorse, Shemru makes a good face and puts his chest up to show.

"How about that! See, the courage and courage of my" You Under the Umbrella "!

Besides, Shemr becomes the best at Mambaha with an even more remorseful face.

The Ethereal Horse called out to the witch-head, who was in retrospect of such a shemur's indulgent attitude.

"Is Maha Genovandela usually not supposed to climb or something like that?

"No. There's nothing like that. If you climb on your own and die on your own, we just don't know."

To the answer of the witch-head, the Ethereal Horse smiles, "That's good". Besides, when Shemr, who had his neck clenched, asked why it was so strange to ask, Aoima replied.

"The same goes for this' Water of Fire ', but I found a lot of interesting stuff in the mountains. If possible, I'd like to climb again."

If you take Zoan and the others, it is madness to want to climb Maha Genovandela again. The pale horse, who answered openly, stunned with me.

"Now Shemr climbs with you? It's amazing. The sulfur is burning blue, and the night is so beautiful."

Suddenly he was told the story, Shemru peels his eyes a little.

"Uh... no, the... if my 'you under the umbilical' says so, I have no objection... you know?

That's right. I just had to have a laugh that drew on Shemr, too.

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"Where do you think you're going, rough rush?"

The Ethereal Horses returned from Maha Genovandela to the Holy Land Lolo, that night.

It was Galam who followed only a few surroundings and waited for Mambaha, who tried to follow the Holy Land Rollo to escape at night. Besides, there's all the zoogs behind it, or even what a witch-headed figure with a shady confession.

"You said you'd admit it if you revealed the night at Maha Genovandela, but where are you going before the ritual of Soma becoming king of the clan?

Mambaha barks at Galam as he feels his surroundings upset behind him.

"Don't be ridiculous! Who says shit like genobanda is a tribal king!

Mambaha admitted to the trial because he was coming to Taka if he could not achieve it at all. It's something I wouldn't put up with if I died, such as admitting that every poor human kid is on me in the first place.

In response to that Mambaha, Gallum grinned, stripping his fangs.

"Well, you're not a warrior."

Showing fangs can be intimidating and disrespectful to Zoan. Mambaha was furious with this hostile and blatant grin of Gallam.

"Fuck you! You think I'm not a warrior?!"

"Oh. Even so. My sister said so. If you just kill people, that's no different than just killing people. A warrior is one who disciplines himself with pride and vows. My sister is the one who recognized that pride in the God of the Great Beast. That's not a light word."

Garam points to Mambaha.

"And while you keep your mouth shut that if you spend the night in Maha Genovandela you will admit to being the King of the Nation, if you are thus freed, where are you proud to be a warrior of the scurvy and the one who escapes? Answer me, it's Mambaha!

Garam dared not call Mambaha by his name, but by his name.

"Are you here to insult me?!"

"Ouch!

Gallum responded so to the words of Mambaha, which shook his very whole body of anger as a blurb.

"I'm still going to be a great chief. How can I challenge you to a duel when you're a grand chief? I'm waiting for you to try."

Besides, Mambaha finally ran out.

"You son of a bitch! - Come on! This Rough Tumble is a duel for Raging Fangs!

"Take this" Fierce Fangs "duel offer for" Rough Tenderness "!

The two made a noise at the same time and pulled out the mountain knife.

"Then I'll be the one to show you the duel."

A witch's head stood between Garam and Mambaha, who confronted him at a slight distance, telling him how harsh he was.

"Do you mind? This duel shall be our only secret here. Even if the loser dies, the death will remain secret for some time and will be declared morbid and dead after most have cooled. - So you're not complaining?

Gallam and Mambaha muttered, "No objections! Answer."

"Come on, let me put some bullshit on you, Mambaha"

"Horrible, kid!!"

Along with that cry, Mambaha swung a mountain knife and slashed it to Galam.

That's right, he was once the man known as the strongest warrior on the plains. Like swinging a mountain knife endlessly and being slashed, it's just like a storm. I had already wondered if my peak period as a warrior had passed, but I could not even see a slight decline in the witch-head's eyes compared to the old times.

There was also Gallam's strong request, and I admitted this duel, but the witch head regrets that this may have been speeded up. If Gallam is important on this occasion, the name of the King of the Ethereal Horse that he refrains from attacking after this will be broken.

If I have to, I have to ask Zoog to break it in.

A witch-head who thought so tried to include Zoog beforehand, but before that Zoog groaned bossly at the tongue crossing.

"Totally. What are you hesitating about..."

Mambaha's onslaught continued while the witch's head was trying to be sincere in Zoog's grumpy tales.

"What's up, Gallum! Is your mouth the only master?!"

Mambaha mocks (bruises) and laughs at Galam on the other side of the battle as he waves a mountain knife. But also, without disturbing his mind, Galam answers with a pale judgment of Mambaha's mountain sword.

"... you faded, Mambaha"

Mambaha was stirred up even more angry by Garam, who chills back at you for being unilaterally attacked.

All he does is feed him a blow all over his body, and Mambaha wields a big mountain knife. Besides, it was hard to predict Gallam's attention pointing upwards, and Mambaha kicked up the dirt with Gallam's face. With this unexpected strike, Gallum wears dirt on his face shortly after avoiding it.

"I got it!

Along with that cry, Mambaha slammed the mountain knife down into Gallam's brain weather.

But cut the sky with that hand useless.

Why? Why would my mountain knife cut the sky when "Fierce Fangs" is in front of me?!

Mambaha was stunned by the unlikely as the moment was felt surprisingly prolonged. But when you capture something drifting through the universe in the corner of its sight, you understand why.

What appeared in the corner of Mambaha's vision was his right wrist drifting through the universe while spinning with a circle while holding a mountain knife.

The flash on the left of the gallum, which he could not capture with his own eyes, cut off his right wrist.

The moment I realized that, Mambaha's time went back to normal. Once in a while, the pain that is now cut off from my right wrist rushes up.

"My right hand?!"

It was Mambaha who tried to scream that way, but what came out of its mouth was the sound of the air leaking and the blistering of blood.

Mambaha's neck had already been amputated to the point where the trachea was completely severed by a flash to the right of the gallam.

Still, Mambaha reaches out his right hand, who has lost his wrist as he tries to challenge Garam. But the hand was unreachable, and Mambaha raised a cry that was silent, how he made a sound and crept to the ground.

The body, which was slightly cramped, was also finally immobile, and Gallam said Potsuri, looking down at the wreckage of Mambaha, whose life's fire was extinguished.

"Now, this is serious. - But I wanted to settle for you before your powers faded."

There was no joy in Gallam's voice.

Once picked up the win by Mambaha's chronic heart, this time it was a victory because Mambaha was old and faded. Though he won the duel, Gallam's heart had no joy of victory.

The voice of the witch's head flew on the back of those surrounding Mambaha who were about to flee the scene so as not to irritate the silent tattering Galam.

"Wait!

Towards the vicious, body-shaking surroundings, the witch's head points to the body of Mambaha.

"It's the man you tried to take charge of. Take him home and say" condolences. "- But stay down for six months, as promised. If there's anything that leaks the death of Rough Tenderness before then, I can't guarantee it after your death."

When the surroundings of Mambaha, trembling at the threat of the witch's head, wrapped the body of Mambaha in a large hairy textile handed over from the shady confession, they took charge of it and left the darkness and the spot.

Garam couldn't help but feel sad about the sight.

Mambaha is a man formerly known as the strongest warrior on the plains. Originally, the death should be spared and greatly mourned by many. Because it stepped off the path with only one defeat, the death must thus be bowed down and secretly mourned.

At least on my own, I silenced toward the body of Mambaha, who was in charge of the surroundings, in an attempt to pray for the strongest warrior on the former plain.

Next to the gallum immersed in such sentiments, Zoog, with his arms together, lines his shoulders.

"Hmm! You don't seem to be enemies every time Gallum, you didn't even have to fight me!

To Zoog, whose nose also speaks roughly, Gallum blows his sentiments, and he cackles.

"Right. He wouldn't have been my opponent if he couldn't beat you."

"Ahhh! What are you trying to say?!"

"You said it first!

Gallum and Zoog poke each other in the nose, stripping each other of their fangs and intimidating each other.

In front of the two people who suddenly hung out, the witch's head put her hand on her cheek and sighed, "Oh, boy.

You two seem to think you've faded Mambaha, but it's a hell of a story.

Having worked out to clear up the snowflake of the duel, Mambaha is about as strong as she once felt, rather than fading from what the witch's head saw.

The only thing that could have kicked that Mambaha was that Galam was much stronger.

Perhaps the presence of friends who brought those much stronger than themselves up close, like that Jaharn Gill and other Dinosaurians, diving through how many dead lines, and competing for power and moves, led them to their heights as warriors without knowing Garam.

"Witch-head. Are you sure you don't want to stop you two?

The witch's head shakes her head small and sideways in the shadow that has prophesied the two of us to the sidelines that still keep us together.

"Leave me alone. That's a kid fight. - We'll go back to Lolo first."

Saying so, the witch's head, who took the Yin confessors and turned back her heels to Lolo, leaked a howl and exhaled as she heard Garam and Zoog's groaning voice on her back, which still continued.

"Well, now the only thing left is the festival rundown..."