Hakai no Miko

The eastern sky slowly began to whiten.

If you look up at the sky dyed blue, there are faintly visible stars there in an instant (again) as if sparing remnants.

Sorbiant Plains about to start the morning.

Above Lolo, the sanctuary of Zoan in the middle of it were hundreds of Zoan figures.

It is the pillar of the great Ancestral Spirit erected at the eastern end of Lolo that lies before them that kills Ji's breath. It is a rectangular altar, like the theatrical stage, that is built in place of the sacrificial tent that was there until yesterday at its root.

Above the altar was placed the statue of God of the beast, transferred from the tent, so that it could be buried in flowers, fruits and other offerings. In front of it, the witch-head of the "Eye Clan" lays flat as she crawls with a red embroidered costume hem spread out. And just as flat down a few steps behind it are the three chiefs - Garam, Zug and Barak.

Finally, from the other side of the horizon, I let the sun overlap with the pillars of the ancestral spirit to peek into my face.

The witch's head, who saw it through, shook her sleeves and spread her arms wide against her throat to raise her howling voice. At the same time as the witch-headed howl ended as if it sounded all over the Sorbiant Plains, the warriors of the "Eye Clan" beat the drums with all their strength, making a noise that shook their guts all the time.

The witch's head breathed in all over her chest, screaming.

"Bollocks!!"

Three sheikhs follow, Garam, Zug and Barak, who were equally lying flat behind the witch's head.

"Bollocks!!"

Moreover, it was followed by hundreds of Zoans who were above the Holy Land Lolo at best.

"" Bollocks! Bollocks!! ""

And the crackling cheers, drums and other instruments are pounded hard. Slightly later than that, I also heard the cheers raised by thousands of Zoans from the foothills of the Holy Land Lolo.

Finally, it is the beginning of Zoan's festive borough, which had been interrupted for nearly thirty years.

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In the alternate tent of the gallery, built beside the altar, the witches of the "family of eyes", with ritual tools and costumes, rushed around busily.

In the deepest part of such a tent, it is the Ethereal Horse who is looking restless.

"Isn't that strange, Shemr?

Asking with an anxious face, the Ethereal Horse was dressed for Zoan's festival by the witches, and his face was make-up by coloured soil.

"I'm fine. You look great, Soma. - So calm down a little."

Similar makeup is applied with colored soil, and Shemru, decorated with colored cloth and bird feathers on torso armor knitted with a twist, says bitterly. But even though Shemru did, the face of the Ethereal Horse did not clear.

"Are you sure you're okay?

After the forthcoming ritual of the Great Patriarch of Gallam's assault, the Ethereal Horse also raids the King of the Nation in the form of an election to be received from him, but now that it was imminent, it was awkward.

"I just get blessings from the witch-head. Don't worry about that. You just have to do what the witch head or I say."

It is fortunate for the Ethereal Horse that Zoan's rituals, close to primitive religions, did not have such fine practices and procedures as modern religions.

Hearing that, the Ethereal Horse, who could afford to pay a little attention to what was around him, asked him what he cared about.

"Speaking of which, I don't see Mr. Mambaha, what's wrong?

I came back with you from Maha Genovandela to the holy place Lolo, but I hadn't seen Mambaha since.

"If it's rough, he ran away at night."

Then Wei Zanuka Shunupa, the witch-headed sister who just came there, told me instead of Shemr.

"The witch-head said that even though" Rough Tenderness "was all against Master Soma, I guess I couldn't face the ritual of attacking that tribal king now"

Though I explained that, I also had a thin feeling that something had happened to Mambaha. But Schnuppa, who didn't even have any certainty, and who dared to decide she didn't need to teach the Ethereal Horse, said nothing more.

"Come on, Master Soma. Soon the ritual will begin for you to be king of the clan. Please, come here."

There was something that the Ethereal Horse didn't somehow interpret either, but that's how when Shunupa called me into the ritual, most of my attention was distracted there, and I didn't pursue it any further.

Guided by Shnupa, the pale horses are passed through the sleeves of the altar where the ritual is performed.

Then, on the altar, Garam was just about to receive a blessing from the witch's head right now.

But even as we turn our consciousness to that ritual, the Ethereal Horse is overwhelmed by intangible pressures such as the joy and anticipation unleashed by the hundreds of Zoans packed over the Holy Land Lolo. Schnuppa eared at such a pale horse.

"All those who are here now are powerful members of each clan and representatives of powerful blood clans. By receiving more blessings than the witch-head in front of them, we are officially recognized as the Great Sheikh."

Hundreds of Zoans above the Holy Land Lolo are ritual attendants at the same time as they are audiences. The Ethereal Horse, who knew so, could not help but shudder to think that he would be king of the tribe in front of them from now on.

In the meantime, the ritual proceeds solemnly.

In the form of an election from both Zug and Bararak, Garam advances in front of the witch's head. And as he sat down to wear an agua, he lowered his head to rub both fists on his forehead.

Then, the witch's head lifts up her voice toward the audience.

"If one Zoan XII clan disagrees that Gallum, son of Garguz, will be a great chief, name it on this occasion! Answer with silence if not!

No matter, no one will dispute it. As the distant audience can see, the witch head, along with an exaggerated gesture, moves her head wide and nods to make it look.

"The twelve families of Zoan are Gallum, the son of Garguz. In the name of the God of the Beast, I recognize thee as the Great Sheikh!

When the witch's head lets Gallam raise her head, she glides scarlet colored soil between her eyebrows and cheeks and sprinkles the body with water that she took softly from a thin dish like a basin.

And I said it in such a small voice that it could only be heard by Gallum.

"Have a good day, Great Sheikh."

Besides, Gallum silently lowered his head deeply again.

When the Blessed Gallum rises, he returns his heel on the spot. And he showed his right arm high up toward the audience watching the ritual. Once in a while, cheers explode from the audience.

"" Great Sheikh! Great chief!

For the first time in thirty years, in the Great Festival Borough, a great chief was born who could not be anyone else for years longer than that. The excitement of the Zoans on the spot soared.

After responding by waving his arms to the audience honoring himself, Garam again sits back in front of the witch's head, lowering his head deeply.

"To the God of the Great Beast and to the head of his witch, I ask you! I, Garam, son of Garguz, one of the twelve families of Zoan, hereby nominate Xaki Soma as King of the Nation in the name of the Great Sheikh!

Even though his name was finally called, the Ethereal Horse felt his heart beat like it was bouncing.

First, Shemr goes up to the altar, as an opener.

Since the taking of the plain by the kingdom of Holmea, exchanges between the families tended to be halfway broken, so many of the other family members had actually seen Shemr, even though they knew he had become the son of the God of the Beast, for the first time. The Zoans, who for the first time saw the figure of Shemr, also known as the Son of God the Beast who worships him, or as one of the useful actors who thus restored the plain to open the High Festival Borough, cheered with much tears of joy and (or) voices.

But then when the Ethereal Horse goes up to the altar, its cheer turns into confusion.

They also understood that the plain recapture, which had been years of grief, had been accomplished by the Ethereal Horse. But still, Zoan and human certainty so far are not stuffed out overnight. That's why it's too early to raise your voice of condemnation.

Anyway, the Ethereal Horse proved its courage in Maha Genovandela by beating the Mambaha men, who were the sharp vanguards of such discontent, with only a few gestures. For this reason the Zoans, who cannot even deny the name of the King of the Nation, but still cannot raise their hands and agree, had no choice but to look up at the altar with complicated thoughts.

Of course, the reaction of those Zoans is within the assumption.

Shemr knelt before the Ethereal Horse and said to the Ethereal Horse as he nodded to offer his neck.

"Put your hands on my nose, Soma"

As I was told, the Ethereal Horse adds his hand to Shemr's. Then a screaming voice rose from among the Zoans who saw it.

When Shemr took the oath of "You under the umbilical cord," he cut off his hair and deposited it with the Ethereal Horse, meaning he would keep his neck. And putting your hands on this nod also meant that it was equally good to set this neck free, an act that showed a subordinate relationship that would not be covered.

By showing Shemr, the son of the beast God and guarded by grace for his pride, accepting the Ethereal Horse as Lord, he clearly showed that there was nothing wrong with the Ethereal Horse standing on Zoan as a tribal king.

But the Zoans, who saw the Son of God the Beast they worship demonstrate absolute obedience against man, no matter how much the great benefactor who took back the plain, were upset instead. I was just bluffing at first, but I can hear a small but dissatisfied voice leaking. Stirred by those surrounding voices again, they finally began to rise from here and there to the voices of public condemnation.

To that extent it was the Shemr I expected, but I can't miss hearing the word "genobanda" heard from those hustles and noises.

Shemr was furious when Genovanda likened his beloved "You Under the Umbrella". Forget that we're in the middle of a ritual, too, get up.

"Who! Who has now insulted my 'you under the umbilical'?!"

Shemr, in his angry form, raised his voice of anger.

"Genovanda is lacking to speak of my 'you under the umbilical'?! You are shameless in retrieving the benevolence of the plains! Still proud Zoan guys?!"

The noisy audience also shut their mouths to this fierce voice of reprimand.

"If you are unhappy with my" You Under the Umbrella, "can you do the same as my" You Under the Umbrella "?! Can you go under the Fae on your own and win that trust?! Can you drop only a few warriors a stone fort that we have not been able to attack for decades?! Can you take away a human city that we did not dream of?! Can you defeat many times our own enemies?! Come on! If anyone can say they can do any of them, name it on this occasion!!"

Everyone had to shut their mouths to Shemr's fierce dispute.

Besides, Shemr, all he says is, "Look, you've seen it," he squeaks his nose a little smaller and tenses his chest.

"Calm down, you fool."

Until then, Gallum, who kept quiet and watched what was going on, called out. And he said, "What is an idiot, what is it? What is an idiot?" Garam threatens Shemru by stripping his fangs.

"Your behavior in this ceremonial setting will also be a disgrace to Soma," you under the umbilical cord. "

That's right, Shemr. When they bring up the name of the Ethereal Horse, there's no sound. Abandoning Shemr with remorse, Garam turns to the audience and shouts out loud.

"I didn't just bring the plains back to me when I named the Xaki Soma here King of the Nation! Soma brought us more than that!

The audience is puzzled by what the hell you got back for me. Towards that perplexity, Gallam said the following words away:

"It's the future! A future in which young people can freely chase cattle. A future that speaks to the one you love. The future of entrusting dreams to children. A future of old and reflecting on the past. They brought the future back to us, Zoan!

Gallum peels his fangs and cuts his teeth.

"If anyone still disagrees that Soma will be king of the clan, fine! This" Fierce Fang "Faggle Gargus Gallum will be your opponent collectively!

No matter how many of the strongest warriors on the plains, you can't fight dozens of them on your own. But the Zoans, who were in the Holy Land Lolo, were so barely pressured by Gallam that they could not even think of such a natural thing.

A loud laugh rises in Lolo, the sanctuary where Sin quietly returns.

"Everybody together against each other is a joke, Raging Fang."

Zoog, who came forward with a laugh, says in a playful tone.

"How dare you play alone! Give me a little spin, too."

Gallum and Zug grin at each other.

"Whoa! So you two do it!

"Ouch!

Gallam and Zoog stood shoulder to shoulder and breasted audibly at the audience.

"If anyone disagrees that Soma here will be king of the clan, name it now!

"You and me, we're gonna be dealing with each other!

Every Zoan who was on the spot was swallowed by the temper of Garam and Zoog.

As Gallum and Zoog signed up to make sure no one was named, sitting awkward in front of the Ethereal Horse, he puts both fists on and bows his head deeply.

"I, Gallum, son of Garguz, one of the twelve families of Zoan, in the name of my father and in my honour, hereby recognize Xaki Soma as the king of the clan, and pledge to be his power!

"I, Zoug, son of Bigana, one of the twelve families of Zoan, also, in the name of my father and in my honour, recognize Lord Xaki Soma as the king of the clan!

It was on that occasion that the two men, Garam and Zug, representing Zoan on the plains, made a declaration recognizing the pale horse as the king of the clan. Exactly, Bararak, who could no longer pretend to be stranger there, also showed deference to the Ethereal Horse, even though it was in such a way as not to accept it.

I didn't know how to respond to this, and told the grated pale horse that the witch's head would sit in front of me in a whisper. The pale horse sits a little upright in front of the witch's head, even as she beeps her body with nervousness.

To the pale horse sitting unfamiliar, the witch's head asked with a bitter smile.

"Boy. Are you sure you're ready to carry the fate of Zoan on the plains? Now we can't go back."

On the question, a stray appeared in the eyes of the Ethereal Horse. But it also disappears as soon as I feel the sign of Shemr refraining behind me so as to support myself receiving the ritual.

"On my own, I can't bear it -" the Ethereal Horse looks back slightly behind herself. "-But with someone to carry me with, I think I can"

It was an unthinkable response in Zoan, which honored the individual's martial arts. But when I see the Ethereal Horse and the Shemr supporting him, the witch-head thinks it would be good to have such a tribal king.

"In the name of the God of the great beast, let us recognize thee as king of nations."

The witch's head glided scarlet colored soil between the brows and cheeks of the Ethereal Horse, as it did in the time of Gallam, and sprinkled the body with water dull from a thin dish like a basin.

"Come on, tribal king. Say hello to everyone."

When the Ethereal Horse, nodded by the witch's head, rises up and raises his right hand towards the audience in such a way as to fear.

However, he still did not raise his voice welcoming the tribal king of the Ethereal Horse assault name and only heard bewildering blurring from the audience. Besides, once again, Shemr tries to get blood up his head and yell and scatter it.

But sooner than anger burst out of Shemr's mouth, a voice cried out for the name of the Ethereal Horse from among the young Zoans.

"Honor Soma the King of the Nation! Glory be to Soma the King of the Nation!

They are warriors who heard the "declaration of iron" of the Ethereal Horse in the city of Bornis with the Ethereal Horse and fought General Darius with the Ethereal Horse. Pushed by the enthusiasm of the young men who poke up their fists and call out the names of the Ethereal Horses, those around them also cry out the names of the Ethereal Horses. It spreads to all the Zoans who are in the Holy Land of Lolo.

"" Soma! Soma! Soma!

The Ethereal Horse waved his right hand full of strength toward the audience calling his name.

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At the end of all the rituals, Borough became a festival of celebration.

All this time the hedges of the family also disappear, and all the Zoans gathered in the holy place Lolo will drink, share the flesh, sing with their voices, and dance with their hands together.

A short distance from the hustle and bustle of such a festival, there was its little outdoor shop.

In front of the ground, where the old Zoan sits clad with white things starting to mix in his body hair, a cloth of fur textiles is spread out, where various ornaments made of animal bones are arranged in a mess. All the ornaments were brilliant, but they were on the outskirts of the festival, and the old man himself was unwilling to sell them, a rusty outdoor shop with no guests at all.

There came a red-haired warrior with one stunning body.

Cut it off, and the Zoan warriors gather here and there, one, and another, at the dewstore. And if you notice, dozens of men were gathered around the outdoor store.

The men each take out and show each other ornaments made of shredded bones that hung from torso armor and leather belts.

When we finished checking on each other for that, the first red-haired warrior who came cut the fire.

"Let's see how each clan reacts to this attack by the Great Patriarch and the King of the Nation. - Are there any differences?

The red-haired warrior opens his mouth after making sure everyone nods silently to show approval.

"Firstly, the Fang Clan, but the Great Patriarch, of course, is generally favourably received with regard to the Tribal King. The King of the Nation has the thick support of the Fierce Fang, who once saved the plight of his family, and above all of his son, the Great Fang, and no one stands out and differs, no matter what his heart is."

The man next door opens his mouth as the red-haired warrior who finished talking nodded with his gaze.

"[Claw Clan], but it is very difficult to say that it is favorable, but there is still no such person (from Ya) who stands out and rebels. Though it may seem surprising to others of the clan, the support of the Wrathful Claws is thick among the clans. Anyway, what he's done since he became chief is too bizarre to understand, but he's still achieving definite results. Nor does this time imitate anyone who speaks differently with the power of a chief, and I hear that he was preached to take the time to do so. It must have been worth it."

Plus the guy next door continues.

"I can't say that" the family of most people "is very good. Somehow the chief, Lady Bararak, has expressed his dissatisfaction with those around him for any assault name, even if it is not public. Many voices of dissatisfaction revolve around the old men who try to adhere to old customs in the way they get on with it. On the contrary, however, there are many favourable opinions among the young warriors, mainly the Banukkas, who actually fought against the human army under the Tribal King. Sooner or later, there may be a conflict between Barak and Banukka-sama that is not good. We need to be careful."

Predicting that the speech was finished as a whole, the first red-haired warrior to open his mouth asks everyone.

"Can't you find the Tail Clan?"

The men looked at each other, but they just shook their necks sideways and no one spoke from them.

When the red-haired warrior asked if there was anything else to confirm, the elderly Zoan, who seemed to be the oldest on the spot, opened his mouth.

"Is our grief going to come true?

The trembling voice contained unhidden expectations and anxieties. But the expectations and anxieties are not just for the old man. Every Zoan who was on the spot pays attention to red-haired warriors with anticipation and anxiety in his gaze.

The red-haired warrior, gathering everyone's gaze together, says with a bitter face.

"... I don't know yet. - I know what it feels like, but it's not burning."

The answer raises a voice of disappointment from everyone.

But if we don't hurry, it's too late.

"That's right. Already this year alone, at my place, I wished to belong to a family where two families are now"

"This is three families. As it is, we will not be far away."

The voice of one report after another was like a scream.

"Everyone understands too much haste"

That the red-haired warrior also understood more than words. Anyway, at his place, because a few families already made similar offers.

"But even if you think about it, look. In the millennial history of Zoan in this plain, those who were chosen as sons of the great beast God are less than five fingers. Not to mention anyone else who wanted a favor like your current son. If you are in a hurry for results here, even if you fail. When will the next time you come to fulfill our grief? A thousand years from now? Two thousand years from now? If that happens, that's what really makes us disappear."

The red-haired warrior told everyone to chew it up.

"There will also be a rush. Anxiety will also be great. But everything will be ruined even if I stay here suddenly. This is the last moment for patience."

Everyone silenced in the words of a red-haired warrior with a sinking face. To encourage such compatriots, the red-haired warrior said in a bright tone.

"Besides, I can tell you that the situation is getting lucky for us."

The red-haired warrior continues his words as he gathers everyone's gaze about what that means.

"That's the one who got" you under the umbilical. "I've never stood up to anyone because of my pride, that's better. Until now, I've been worried about how you can hear our wishes, but more than this, I can also work from You Under the Umbilical. Let's just say you've doubled your attackers."

"So we should take the initiative and help the King of the Nation for the moment?"

To the inquiry of his compatriots, the red-haired warrior nodded forcefully.

"That's the thing. And it shall be for us, and for all Zoan of the plains. That's what I believe. It's hard right now, but I want you all to know better."

The red-haired warrior said with even more strength.

"Don't forget our vows. To atone for the sins of his fathers, support him more than any other family. That's our vow."

The men gathered at it nodded forcefully and showed them.

That's how the Zoans, who finished the discussion, scattered three ways into the hustle and bustle of the festival.

Like such compatriots, he was a red-haired warrior who walked out in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the Great Festival Borough, but he can be heard on his back.

"Whoa! I'm looking for you."

Turning around, it was Garam who had just become a great chief there.

"What's up, Great Sheikh?

When the red-haired warrior said with a smile, Gallum showed his face blatantly.

"When they call me the Great Sheikh face to face, my back sucks."

"My predecessors said something similar when they became chiefs."

The red-haired warrior narrowed his eyes as if he had missed the past.

"Well, that's good. - By the way, can we free up time now? I need to talk to you about my family."

"Oh. I don't mind, chief. - So, consultation..."

The two figures discussing shoulder to shoulder were dispersed in the crowd of the bustling festival.

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Just about then. In the city of Bornis, far from the sanctuary Lolo, in a small, hanging out liquor store, one old man was stuck on the table. A number of empty liquor pots roll over the table, and it can be inferred that the old man is occasionally drunk.

"In the world, there is Yingjie. Yingjie, I want you to swallow heaven and earth. And here I am. I just want to drink."

While singing a poem like a bedtime speech, the old man tries to grab a liquor pot by hand exploring it while lying flat on the table. However, the hand is close to reaching the liquor pot, and the liquor pot is taken away from the side of the hand stretched out.

I've been searching the table by hand for a while, but even though I can't find a liquor pot no matter how much I look, the old man says, "Huh?" and raised his face with the missing voice in between.

Deep wrinkles that give a sense of the length of the years the old man has been layering, engraved on his alcoholic, reddened face. White jawed beard wet with booze in bossy grey hair. And the most distinctive is the long stretched and drooping white eyebrows.

If it were an Ethereal Horse, it would be regarded as a Chinese Immortal or a Western Wizard. It was appearance and style.

"Grandpa Solon. Why don't you stop doing that?

It was the owner of this tavern who was looking down at the old man in his hand with the liquor pot he had taken up.

That's not my booze.

The old man, called Solon, looked up to the shopkeeper with a grudge. Besides, the shopkeeper looks frightened.

"If it belongs to my grandfather, why don't you pay the bill first?

"Ha-ha-ha. When they say that, it's hard."

Solon slaps himself on the forehead with a devious trick. The shopkeeper only looked stubborn for a while, but he dropped his shoulders and sighed at Solon's attitude like a non-evil child.

"Well, Grandpa took care of me before."

That being said, when the shopkeeper puts the liquor pot back on the table, Solon jumps on the liquor pot after all the hard work being taken up again, he drinks without even worrying about the debris floating on the surface.

Not even minding wetting the chest of clothes as thin and dirty as a borough cloth, the solon emptying the liquor pot leaks a satisfying exhale.

"Yingjie, drunk on turmoil. I'm just drunk..."

This swallowed old man.

Let us make the Great Wise Man, who made the Son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki, glorify, "Without him, the kingdom itself would not have been made", and to Fagle Garguz Shemru, the Elegant Fang, "Respect him as a Bachelor. Let's also thank you as a mentor. But only that anger can be forgotten for life," said the rare troublemaker.

In the later life is Solon the "Great Wisdom" called the second horn of the Son of Destruction.