Hitsugi no Maou

"Heh, I don't have such a little girl. Did you call that big bear a challenge? Heh."

A man named Straw kicked his fallen leaves with plenty of bear meat and shouted a deliberate exclamation (kanta) over and over again.

He's only a teenager, nearly ten years younger than Sabitoga, he says.

But I look much older than I am because of my good health. My chin looked good on my mustache.

You must have been forged at work, and every single one of you and the fuzzy kobushi stick your fingers up against the sky.

"I wonder if he's an aboriginal, that kid"

Sabitoga, who was walking behind Straw, raised her face with ceramic chin bones on the words.

"... aboriginal?

"Yes. It's weird that kids are wandering around in places like this all by themselves. I don't think you're an explorer, Native. There was a people living on the Devil's Island, I'm sure."

That's something I never imagined. What is man dwelling in the demonic realm of death that he cannot get out of alive, etc.

Sabitoga turned her thoughts slightly as she walked, then opened her mouth to the face of the kakashi on Straw's back.

"If you were an aboriginal, it hurts to lose sight of her footsteps. I could have gotten to the settlement."

"I don't know what else to do. If there's a pile of fallen leaves, there's no footprints left."

As Straw said, he was sneezed with his face by a leaf that had just fallen from a bunna tree over his head.

Since we met, I've been walking for two hours. Sabitoga questioned Straw, who walked through the woods with a cheerful face carrying Kakashi and a luggage bag on his back.

Straw, who stood first without hesitation as if to go to his garden, replied confidently with his people-fingers pinned again.

"The heart of the island. Walking towards the deepest, oldest frontier of the Devil's Island."

"The oldest secret..."

"Naturally your destination is there too, isn't it? I'll take you to thank you for the bear meat. This roadstone (magnet) is definitely lost."

Straw put on the simple compass he had in his hand and laughed like a pull. It was just something that put water on a small glass plate and floated a ship-shaped magnet, but in Sabitoga's homeland glass and magnets were just expensive items for farmers to hold.

Sabitoga shouts a low voice at Straw, who goes ahead, shaking (yu) the ear of the spear that crushed the bear's head.

"What country are you from?

"I wonder if you'd stop being that guy. We're friends now, let's get along with you and me."

I don't remember getting along yet, but Sabitoga responded to the request and said, "You are."

"From what country did you come to this island of demons?

"It's the Ruin Federation. It's a world of snow and ice, all the way north of here. What about you?"

Sabitoga answers Straw, who has called me 'you' as I say 'you' and 'me', with a single eyebrow raised.

"I'm from Purge Guna in the East"

"Par...... what?

"It's the Purge Guna kingdom. near the Empire of St. Maganzara and the Kingdom of Bujena."

I've never heard of any of them.

"I don't know Ruin Federation either. You've traveled from a world so far away that you don't know your name, to this island of demons. For thousands of years, adventurers and explorers from all over the world have been challenging the island."

"It's all about the water of immortality, which sleeps in its oldest secret."

Immortal water. In front of Sabitoga, who frowns at the word, Straw continues to sing as he stirs the universe with his fingers.

The legend of the most ancient mythical age in the history of mankind that has been spoken of and still not elucidated.

In the heart of the still sea, in the depths of the island of the demons, in the secrets transformed into natural fortresses, there is a spring of mysterious waters that transform creatures into immortal beings.

I laughed as Straw slipped his hand into the luggage bag and took out a used water bottle (suito) like a worn out Ukun.

"This legend that it can be conveyed to the rest of the world, but its roots and identity remain unknown in any way. It seems that the background to what legend occurred in which country of the era is considered the greatest mystery for all historians.

The only thing that is certain is that neither the stationary sea nor the island of the devil did exist, and that none of those who entered there returned. Sometimes a king of a country lands with tens of thousands of armies and disappears just like that. "

"You know a lot about it."

"Village Knowledge Oyaji's Receiving and Selling. The legend I want to dream about is entertainment that's important to the people at the bottom. I've been dreaming about this ever since I was a kid. Drink the legendary immortal water. Oh, what the hell will happen to me? Having a body that never dies means getting a body stronger than anyone else. Maybe you can kill all the bad guys in the world and be a hero.

That's how you get out of your fucking life. "

When Sabitoga stopped, Straw also stopped on his feet and drank the water from the water bottle looking good.

While muddling his mouth, Strawman, carrying the kakashi, finds the tree in front of him.

"My country is a childish country... I can't get through the things I do. People can't live as people, and the government makes such a way of society good, it's a country of less than shit.

Most of the people don't even eat wheat porridge (straw) and shave straw (straw). Take a look at the livestock.

Most wheat harvested on national soil is taken as a tax, and 10% of it flows to the market for nobles and government officials. All the rest is exported to foreign countries. The resulting foreign currency never comes down to the people. The superiors just spin it on their own and use it on their own. "

"Straw......"

"Spring (wah) immortal water on the Devil's Island. The one who puts his life at risk for such a dreamy story has to live a dream. I'm gonna be happy. I'm going to liquidate the rest of my life, which has never been livestock.

It was a painful life. He was a youth with nothing but pain. I... "

"Straw!"

Straw looks back at Sabitoga, who speaks softly. Sabitoga slowly continued her voice as she stared at the tree of Buna standing at her own behest.

"You, where are you headed"

Peeling his eyes, Shutro shifts his gaze to Sabitoga's staring tree.

Buna's trunk was engraved with "hot" and chopped letters.

"I thought you were aiming for the center of the island. This letter was found as soon as I walked into the woods. He's back on the coast."

"No way. It's just another letter that looks a little like it."

"No, definitely. It's an official inscription with a blade. I remember every detail because I saw it."

They looked at each other and silenced in Buna's wooden stands. Somewhere the branch leaves broke, and the sound sounded, oh.

Sabitoga asked Straw carefully as he grabbed the pattern (eh) of the spear he had set up.

"Straw. Where did you land on Devil's Island from? Didn't you go up to the beach from the sandy road to the south?

"I don't use sand roads. I came across the ocean by boat, relying on roadstones."

"No wind, no waves, no stopping sea, alone?

"It was tough. I took a break while I was scrubbing. Thanks to you, I ate most of my food... and lifted a boat under a cliff on the western side of the island. It was yesterday morning."

"There's a lot of outer circumference when it comes to islands. You landed from the west, you landed from the south, why would I meet you in the woods in less than two days?"

I don't know! And to Straw, whose voice is absurd, Sabitoga stuck a spear in the tree where the 'hot' lettering was carved (ho) and began to explore (tansaku) the surroundings.

With the straw firmly oriented in the roadstone on his back, match the letters written on the surrounding tree with his memory. I needed to make sure that this was where I was once.

Orientation Symbols, Emotional Exposure… Sabitoga, who was running her eyes through a group of sentences, found something strange in her sight and turned her neck.

One of the buna trees has a text written in large dyes. The letter itself is a common official letter, but its contents…

"'Lost Forest, trespassing (Torah) commemoration. Five hundred years of the Holy Calendar, fifteen months, thirteen days. Explorer Hungryn Old' …"

Straw comes to Sabitoga, who has phonetically read the letters, kicking his retreat and fallen leaves.

Likewise, I stared at this letter in the tree and said, "What are you talking about?," he threw up in the sauce.

"What a trespassing commemoration, old Hanglin! Wherever I look around, it's all trees, authentic (and sincere), it's still in the woods!!

The leaves of the tree that fall from the tree of Buna swoop down the tip of the yelling straw's nose.

Sabitoga finally noticed the anomaly there and saw the eagle as if to start a bunna tree over her head.

Surrounded by a stop sea with no waves, an island of demons. A windless earth, not even a whirlwind for a while.

Yet the trees of this forest make the sound of leaf slippage and shake the branches.

Sabitoga thought it was because of the beasts on the trees and the level of air movement that humans could not feel. But it's not. Sabitoga took a long time to dig up a pile of fallen leaves on the ground to ascertain the possibilities that came to mind.

And to the pompous straw: "Help!," and the two remove the sediment (bumps) until they see the soil.

Through layers of deep fallen leaves and fallen branches, we reached a corrosive layer that was neither muddy nor cocky, and further digging back at them, the scaffolding suddenly disappeared and a deep crack (crack) appeared.

Sabitoga steps away from the crack after grabbing the shtroll, which is about to fall away. Holes empty in the dusty soil shine through the pitch-black (lukewarm) darkness as if it were through to the bottom of the earth... from behind that darkness comes the creepy sound of some groan.

Hearing that sound intermittently heard as Gu, Gu, Sabitoga pulled a thin branch out of the pile of fallen leaves he dug up and tried to put it like a bridge over a crack. It is also in a tight position to the point where the tip takes only a small amount of time.

Still observing, dozens of seconds.

In front of Sabitoga and Straw, suddenly the branches swept away and suddenly sucked into the cracks.

At the same time, part of the pile of fallen leaves makes a further noise and collapses over the crack.

Sabitoga slowly turned her gaze to the stalling straw.

"It's moving. The ground is… perhaps something like a plate of earth cut and divided like a cake, irregularly, just slightly moving, or spinning.

The people upstairs are unknowingly transported to another location and walked in a different direction than the one they were headed for. Because the cracks in the plates are hidden by rotting soil and falling leaves, we must have crossed the plates and plates and been circled around the island unknowingly. "

"Stupid......! I was checking the direction on the roadstone......!

"If your scaffold is moving and you haven't noticed it, the compass won't help either. You should have noticed before you landed. We should have paid a little more attention to the swaying branches on a windless island"

Sabitoga breathed, slowly returning from the crack to over the fallen leaves. When he tells the ensuing straw to "be prepared," he walks to the spear he left on the Buna tree.

"We completely lost track. I was originally, but you're a fine stray, too. It means we're completely out of effective means to get through these woods."

"... what are we going to do?

"Walk. We just have to get lost and wander off for days and go for the heart of the island."

Pulling through the spear, a white larva spilled out of Buna's trunk. "For now, you're in the wild here today," he snapped as he picked it up. To Sabitoga, Straw put his hand on his forehead (hissing) and kicked (scraping) a pile of fallen leaves as he cursed (because of).