Have a Meal Before You Go

Flowers.

Tangerine liked flowers.

Early in the morning, Tangerine was sitting in front of the flower shop, watching the flowers. The new Picpixel had seen it all a while ago, and the new orange cat bag was going to save up and buy some allowance.

Tangerine had a large sum of 20 dollars. It's possible to buy a $25 bag with my dad's allowance combined, and just a little more.

When I look at the flowers with my chin tucked, I hear everyone's voice.

Flowers on other lands are bad because I'm good, but the flowers in the flower shop are not.

Mainly those flowers were quiet. Very sweet, very nice.

To Tangerine, who had been watching for a long time, Flower Sunny asked.

“What's Tangerine doing? ”

“Woof, woof. ”

“Nice flowers, isn't it? ”

“Ugh.”

Flowers would often stop by the diner for breakfast. I'm on my way out after breakfast again today.

Tangerine thought about it and asked.

“Are you, uh, capping? ”

“Well…… some flowers, bees and butterflies breed them? ”

“Bee? Me? Rain? ”

“Yes. Some flowers, they blow pollen into the wind and scatter their seeds. ”

“Baram? ”

“Of course.”

“Kyung-na. ”

Tangerine didn't understand at all. Tangerine liked butterflies, but not bees.

Bees were generally extremely noisy. Just then, a bee flew over from that side and landed on a flower shop.

- Hey, everybody! Non-rain!

Tangerine frowned. Bees quickly said something like a song that was hard to understand, and were always full of excitement.

- Sweet flowers get me drunk.

Especially the weird words on the hook were not able to understand why. Tangerine stood up with her head tilted and her knees tucked.

.

“Hmm-”

Kasim looked up at the sky.

The temperature inside the sub-space varies from warehouse to warehouse, but we've got work to do.

“Let's get started. ”

Qasim takes a deep breath and heads to the corner of the summer warehouse. In the middle of every summer, I had to let the workers go.

Kasim stands in front of a large tree in the corner. Trees are like coils, roughly one meter in diameter, suspended by a large canopy. You calmly remove the piles of thread covering its surface.

Soon, when all is removed, a dense honeycomb appears. Bees sleep colorfully in it. Kasim sprinkled water on it. The dry, stiff hive comes to life, and the bees start to stand up.

Yippee-!

One or two wings, and it's time. Kasim steps back.

These bees, they're not just bees.

It was only a month's work a year and then the southern rainforest's ‘king rainforests' fell asleep. They were so gentle and lazy, they were also called "guts bees."

It's slow and has a lot of people, and it's easy to get enough honey for just a little while and then rest. If you just let it go, there's almost no income.

Qasim has devised new ways to make their work more efficient.

“Huh-”

Anyway, I'm most nervous at this point.

Kasim wakes up another large hive, headed for the other end of the summer warehouse.

Jiuyiying-!

Inside, there were wasps the size of fingers. These guys are called Killer Bee. Less populated, but fierce and agile honeybee hunters.

They are also from Southern rainforests and have a similar lifestyle to the King's Rain. A little different is that they're so diligent that they're stockpiling food for a month of work a year.

Those who hunt hard for a month and then sleep for the remaining eleven months. Perhaps rainforests are meant to adapt to special climates.

Anyway.

The working efficiency of Kingbeans is well over 10 times faster as soon as predators emerge. So, from now on, Qasim needs to stay alert and protect himself from the killer rains.

Qasim puts on his waist and squeezes a swan of flies around his hands.

Actually, this was necessary.

There are numerous flowers and trees growing in the summer warehouse, and this was necessary for their smooth reproduction and blooming. There was no answer, it took too long, and it wasn't doing very well.

Just after entering the subspace, quite a lot of bees died out. But I've been going through that process for decades.

Chang-!

Qasim has become a master at defeating wasps.

Kasim stands in the middle of the summer warehouse and closes his eyes with his flies in both hands.

I feel the wind flow, concentrating the nerves in both ears.

Ying-ying-ying-ying-ying

The wings of the Kingbeans are still slow.

Haha, but they will soon feel the threat of life and become incredibly fast.

Jiaying-Jiaying-!

The sound of Killer Beasts' wings approaching. Because they are natural hunters, honeybees can die. Qasim waits breathlessly.

Ying-ying-ying-

The sound of the quiet bees' wings flapping.

Yippee! Yippee!

I'm starting to feel a little tense. The bees started to move in a hurry, informing them that it was an emergency.

Qasim nods. They've stimulated enough, so we need to stop the wasps with moderate stimulation.

49605;!

Qasim flies his flies into the air. It was an unstoppable and cool move.

Bam!

A wasp caught on a fly pole. One hornet exploded and swirled into the sky over there, flying around in the air. Once struck by a fly's pole, they move back and forth to regain their senses for a minute.

Jiaying!

A continuing attack by wasps.

“Hot!”

Kasim leaps to the ground. And I wielded the fly pole in both hands with a skill that was almost astonishing.

“Spin the fan fly! ”

Papa, Papa, Papa, Papa!

For a moment, eight flying wasps flew to the other side. Qasim breathes his breath as he lands on the ground.

“Phew!"

Qasim, who posed as though he were a master, took out another fly from his waist and hurled it at the wasp.

Bam!

“First Island Slash! ”

Bam!

“Slash the sky! ”

Bam!

“Split the Crescent Moon! ”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Whirlwind Slash! ”

I get so drunk, I yell at them all I want, and I get rid of them.

The wasps are nervous, and they gather in one place, whirling around, staring at Kasim.

Bees are in a super-emergency, moving very rapidly. It travels back and forth between flowers, sucks the honey, transfers the pollen, and repeatedly stores the honey in the beehive.

It's fast.

Three times faster than usual!

Qasim narrows his eyes and lowers his voice.

“Come, I'll stop you all......”

[......]

Suddenly, Kasim realized that someone was looking at him. Immediately, my back was chilly and cold sweating. If I turned my head, I could make eye contact with him.

“...... ”

Qasim rolls his eyes and turns his head slightly.

I see a reel doll standing there gazing at Qasim.

“...... ”

[......]

Qasim screams in haste.

“Yi, this! It's no big deal......! ”

Kal Rampage glances at Qasim and points to the sky over there.

“Oops!”

Qasim kicks his tongue as if it were a waste. It was because the wasps were flying to Qasim in droves while being careless.

Qasim grips his teeth. He nods in a fierce voice. I flew a fly stick in both hands into the air, and then I pulled out another fly stick that was attached behind my back and pinched it in both hands.

Qasim's eyes are poisoned, and his energy boils throughout his body. Qasim, just like that, started wielding his flies into the air.

“Biggie, the windmill! ”

The flies with both hands slammed the wasps, and the knob of the flies floating in the air slammed together to create a rotating shield of two flies in the air.

Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa Papa!

Poisonous wasps simply fall out like a leaf in front of Qasim's windmill.

Qasim stands firm in front of all the fallen wasps. And just as the prosecutors' battle was over, they put two flies on their backs and kicked the fallen flies in their waists.

* * *

“Well, you have to keep this a secret. ”

[...... there must be someone I can talk to.]

“Well, right? ”

Kal Rampage was silent. Qasim thinks he wants to get rid of the discarded Kal Rampage after seeing his own black history. Otherwise, everything would have gone back to normal.

But he is a force beyond this world. I couldn't help but be Qasim.

“Phew.”

Exhales and throws a lump of meat at the swarm of wasps. Hungry bees gather to eat meat.

[Do they let you live?]

Karl Rampage nods.

“Of course, it's an ecosystem. ”

[I don't think we need it.]

“Well, is there anything in the world we don't need? ”

Qasim thought so. The wasps are a little hurt, but they're not dead, and they'll eat, sleep, and act as predators next year.

[......]

“I think so. In the life of countless creatures, it's inevitable that something like this will happen, right? ”

Qasim watches them eat all the meat and return to the hive with the rest in their arms.

“Bad guys, good guys. Well, that's all the difference in perspective. Wouldn't it be better to live with those people? ”

Kal Rampage stared at Qasim like that.

Suddenly, I smiled.

[I see.]

I can't believe you listened to a Goblin preach. This is absurd. But he's right. He also seemed to have thought about it, perhaps, up until about a thousand years ago.

[Was it……]

He mutters like that.

Qasim shakes his head to the left and to the right, asking as if he wants to be confirmed again.

“Will you really keep it a secret? ”

Of course.

There can't be a complete secret in the world.

On the other hand, there was a young man hiding at the end of the summer warehouse. He was a red-haired young man hiding in a red flower field.

Of course it was a car.

The Khan's face was filled with joy that he knew he shouldn't have. I just came to do Cheolho a favor, but I saw something really great.

.

“Steelho! This is the honey from the King's Rain harvest this year. ”

Qasim gives out a jar of honey.

“Well, is it that season already? ”

“Yes, I finished yesterday. ”

“Ah, that must have been hard. ”

Qasim smiles proudly. Chulho grinned and stroked his head.

When the honeycomb in the King's Rain is full of honey, Qasim harvests the honeycomb's honey and hangs the new honeycomb. And in the new hive, it's usually filled with honey for food.

The honey harvested by the King's Rain had a distinctive aroma and a burning texture. The sweetness was high and it was truly the best honey.

“Eat something and go. ”

“Oh, is that so? ”

Qasim walks out of the diner in color. And I sat at the table.

The Honegalic steak served by Cheolho at Yomam was truly the best.

Drum-

About that time.

A column appeared in the room. Khan finds Qasim and smiles maliciously on his face.

“Hello?"

“Yes? Uh, hello. ”

Qasim looks at the Khan with an uneasy face. Khan glances at Kasim and looks over the side and side of the dining room.

It's the middle of summer.

A fly crawled in from somewhere, flying through the air in the dining room.

Khan sneaks into the room and carries one of the flies out.

“Hum, hum. There's a fly. ”

“...... ”

Khan straps a fly pole to his waist and shouts, as if the prosecutor were pulling out his sword.

“Biggie, thunderstorm! ”

“Huff!”

Qasim grabbed my hair with both hands. Then he stood up, stared at the car, embarrassed, yelled at the whale, and ran out of the diner.

The End