Hitsugi no Maou

I was walking over the sea.

On the right hand and on the left hand, the deep and blue sea plains continue endlessly.

There are no islands around and no waves stand. There was a ragged, burning sun over his head, spear-like sunshine down in a void (kokuru) without a single seabird.

"Don't take off the sand path."

An old man, speaking from behind, manipulated a fishing boat for one built from a wooden trunk (miki) and trailed Sabitoga from the right. The boat's "" … a long fishing rod was fixed at the rear, and the yarn swept around hard and slapped on Sabitoga's shoes.

Something's eating up on the needle. But the old man who owns the ship does not try to fish up his prey.

It was like pulling a fish on a needle on a boat, pulling a sinner around a rope.

"Don't take off the sand path."

The old man threw up the same dialogue again. Sabitoga drops her eyes at her feet.

There is no wave, Rin and a quiet ocean plain. At the bottom of the world, painted and littered with dark blue, was whites that snaked and snaked.

In the direction of Sabitoga's walk. In the direction of walking away from this. There is a shallow path that is wide enough for one horse to finally walk.

The old man opened his mouth, which had almost fallen out of his teeth, and said, showing a line made of white sand.

"If you're off the sand path, it's a hell of a ditch (like this) that won't reach the bottom no matter how much you drip down the fishing line. I'm sure you'll sink into the water in an instant and never rise again."

Sabitoga wore black leather breasts, arms, and twists on hemp trousers and tops. Shoes (wax) are also sturdy leather shoes (kawagutsu), which are mainly outfits to protect the front of the body.

He wore a black feathered collar around his neck and had a fine sculpted, loose spear on his right hand.

On his face, he had a cheek (Membo) that mimicked the human bone, covering his nose to chin. A human chin bone made of pottery is perfectly attached to Sabitoga's mouth.

"There's no hippo out of gear either. Dragged to the bottom of the blue and black sea, it becomes a twinkle for the strange fishes. The path of sand maintains its shape because it is a waveless' stop '... but if you walk with no respect, it doesn't necessarily collapse from it."

"How much longer do we walk?

Sabitoga gave a low, faint voice from his face wrapped in long dark hair on his long body. A heavy grown man sounds after years of breathing smoke (swelling) that the crimson heated baking makes him stand (up).

The old man answers as he moves.

"Two hours. If I walk for two hours, I'll see the island you're after. The sandy road continues all the way to the beach of the island, so you won't get lost..."

"Give me water and food."

To Sabitoga's words, the old man shrugs his shoulders and takes the luggage bags he was carrying on the ship. Sabitoga gently negatively placed a large bag containing about one child on her back with the received hand. "Go back to the village," he continues, and the old man makes his eyelids full of wrinkles twinkle.

"Don't you really have to guide me to the end?"

"Who doesn't come home alive alone who stepped in, is it an island of demons? We never hang out till we land."

"Don't you have to come?"

"Buy your grandson a toy for the rent you gave him, Grandpa."

Sabitoga gave the old man one last glance (strawberry) and walked straight to the horizon carrying his luggage bag.

The old man drops off that back for a while, then takes the fishing stuffs, as I recall, and pulls up the thread.

The harsh thread now quietly connected the fish to the sea, and eventually, from the darkness of the sea, came up a large fish that had been eaten from half (naked) of the silver belly.

Did the shark do this to you? The old man, lowering the fish carcass (shudder) in his hand, breathed as he stared at the back of Sabitoga as he walked far away.

"You're not as scary as I say... the executioner is"