Hitsugi no Maou

As the old man said, the island shadow came up off the horizon in about two hours, but it took two more hours to land there.

When the shallow waters of white sand surfaced as beaches and the shoes (creases) stopped pounding the sea water, Sabitoga stopped her legs, which she kept walking, breathing deeply.

In front of me, there was a scary number of footprints (after me).

The footprints landing from the sandy path that Sabitoga came through have disappeared into the forests ahead, after a slight diffusion on a wide beach.

There are no dry tides or tides in the waters without waves. Examining the footprints, Sabitoga couldn't tell how long ago they were out of time.

However, despite the fact that so many people had landed on the island, on the contrary, there was not a single footprint coming back from land to sea.

If you step in, you'll never get out of this island alive again.

Sabitoga unconsciously put her force into the spear-watering hand and grabbed her teeth behind a ceramic chin bone.

Many of the superstitious fishermen have sneaked around and told us to take a lazy shallow path from the southern village of the island. The old man Sabitoga found also told me to keep it a secret that he approached the island of demons.

Because the local fishermen wouldn't cooperate, the vast majority of the explorers and adventurers who picked on the island of the devil crossed the sea on the same route as Sabitoga and stepped on the sand on this beach.

After resting his legs for a while, Sabitoga removed the hardware that had retained the feather collar (Eri) roll and walked out toward the forest in front of him.

The collar roll makes a buckwheat sound and stretches to the ground, turning it into a glossy cloak.

As he carved his footprints among the other ancestors, Sabitoga eventually entered the world of vibrant green leaves shaking (yu) trees from the still blue sea and the world of white sandy beaches.

Dry fallen leaves accumulate on the forest ground, made up of buna trees, and vice versa, with young leaves abundantly bathed in the sun overhead.

The group of footprints that had been engraved in the sand naturally disappeared, but Sabitoga did not lose sight of the signs of the ancestors. Because their voices were left as letters in the trunks (miki) of the thick bunna trees around them. That was noted by rubbing dyes and charcoal (soot), or by scraping and carving the surface of a tree with a blade…. Anyway, there was this (ha) in most of the tree trunks that I could not read.

Sabitoga runs her eyes into such a group of write-downs as she walks. There were several other groups of strangers besides the famous official characters, but it is said that 80% of the letters and languages present in the world originally developed the same civilization into roots. If the lines and regularity of the letters were similar, it would not have been so difficult to decipher them.

"Five hundred years of the Holy Calendar, fifteen months, three days. Explorer Hungryn Old, lands on Devil's Island '

"Adventurer Kronov a line (like this). By virtue of the life of the great Duchess of Prophet, we are sent by the Duchy of Prophet."

"Adora Simon. The water is mine."

Describe their names and qualities in landing celebrations. Such a lazy sentence can only be found at the entrance to the forest.

The further back the message took the place of directions, steps from the sea, numerical symbols indicating distances, etc., and each of the searchers began to reveal information to live by.

An island of demons without a single survivor. If there was no outside information, those who actually stepped in would have had to carve their own footprints and indicators on the ground.

The information thus accumulated helps new visitors to the island.

If the information is correct.

Sabitoga stopped her leg in front of an azimuthal symbol overlapping the difference, and drank the water out of a leather (kawawa) water bottle (suito) from her luggage bag. The throat rings in the back of the deviated ceramic chin bone, sending fresh water into the stomach.

There was no wind whatsoever on the island surrounded by a sea without waves. On the day of the leak, the sweat that conveyed his cheeks glowed, and he swung to the ground.

If you look at the fluff, the tree trunk was engraved with official letters that cut it exactly 'hot'.

Sabitoga lowers the water bottle and once again turns his gaze to the surrounding group of write-downs with the plug (sedan) back.

Among the signposts and exploratory records noted for exploring strange forests, there was a considerable mix of outpouring of mood and dissatisfaction (where) of no use.

Would you inscribe a letter on a tree that a man who had set foot in a dangerous demonic realm had deliberately stopped and was thirsty because he was hot (throat)?

Even though it doesn't reach anyone. Unless, at the same time as myself, someone else happens to be visiting the island.

……

Sabitoga gently puts her finger over the 'hot' word earlier.

The scratch on the bladed tree had already discolored, and I knew immediately that it had been put on long before. The other letters are the same. Wood scratches and dyes are all that make me wonder that a considerable number of months have passed since it was left on the spot.

The water bottle was put back in the bag and Sabitoga walked out again. Without even marking the trunk of the tree like the ancestors did, he straightens his spear in one hand and pokes it through the woods.

I thought you'd get lost. In the first place, it's a journey without a clear destination.

But Sabitoga, at the same time, could not imagine the sight of herself going and falling in such a lush green forest.

He once rubbed mud and stoned, and slept in the dead frozen earth (and throats) of even the beasts of the field.

Even if you get lost, if you don't even die, you'll get out of it sooner or later.

Sabitoga pushed even straight through the woods of the unknown, not listening to the words left by any man, with the idea of being so magnificent.