Hitsugi no Maou

Straw goes along the shade of the Buna tree, making a gusty noise without hesitation.

Sabitoga caught up behind him on a small run, looking at the head of the kakashi that had just turned into a ball of straw (straw), pulling the face of the Zuda bag, then knocked and snorted.

A strong smell of blood drifts (just) from the neck of the kakashi, which is negative (on the back) to the straw. The base of Kakashi's neck glistened as the straw twisted through the moonlight columns descending from the branches above his head.

A faint peek between straws is a boneless sword pattern (eh) and a blade.

As soon as I narrowed my eyes, "You can say so," Straw opened his mouth as he looked forward.

"You, why don't you touch me wearing Kakashi's face? You're usually curious, right there."

……

"You weren't surprised when I said you killed a burglar."

Straw raises his right hand while stepping on a fallen leaf.

A string (string) of signs that he was connected was dangling among the trees. Straw's fingers glimpse a silhouette thicker than Sabitoga's string made from Buna's bark. Sabitoga said in a low voice, hugging the man who carried him back on his knees.

"It's not my fault enough to ask for answers right away because I care"

"You knew I was a fighter? Even though you're a farmer?

"No man who can't fight will come to the Island of Demons alone. I've always wondered why you carry Kakashi, but now I know the answer. You're a 'weapon', is that it? There's a sword embedded under your head."

Straw snorts, yeah. Sabitoga went on to say more as she gazed at the thick string he was touching.

"I'm wearing Kakashi's face, probably because that's your psychological 'ritual'. It's not an unusual thought to want to hide your face as you commit murder. To escape the eyes of condemnation of others and of God, to distinguish myself as a murderer from my original self, who is sending daily routines to peace. People want to wear masks and transform to dress up innocent."

"I know what you're talking about. You're hiding your face with your jaw, your bones and your long hair."

"That's right. We executioners all wear ceramic jawbones and stretch our hair. To hide your face from the sinners you kill."

Straw looked back at Sabitoga. A string gripped by him makes a wet (shimmering) noise. "Shippukin," Straw uttered as he chewed.

"I mean, a decapitator. You. You're a fucking official who chops people up on government orders."

"It's not a government order, it's a court order, a king's order. Furthermore, in my country, executioners are torture officers. It's my job to drop the sinner's neck and burn the meat to make him rot."

Sabitoga stood in one of the stooped straws and slowly pointed her face at the target. When I see the darkness of the button, I breathe deeply.

"Among sinners, especially those guilty of serious crimes, a special sentence of torture capital punishment is imposed on them. Politicians who have caused a major national disaster, who have caused harm to the royalty, or who have been dehumanized and worked gross blasphemy against the existence of man are subject to this"

"Blasphemy…"

"Blasphemer. Hard to save above all, it's about the worst culprit (Togabit). They are stripped of the skin and nails in their bodies by us executioners, and all flesh and guts, bones, are removed while they live. The unlucky keep consciousness even when his half is gone. He's going to be executed for taking a bath of special precautions.... I've killed two sinners this way in the past, too"

The darkness of the button felt like it had thickened for a moment. Sabitoga glanced facelessly at the face of Straw's Zuda bag, then just loosened his voice a little and said.

"You're absolutely right. Straw. I'm a legal killer, the worst fucking (...) official. A cattle that can brutally kill every human being. So... I don't blame you or scare you for being a real person."

……

"If you want to scare me, it means it's useless."

Such things (...) are familiar.

After a few seconds of silence, Sabitoga's words, Straw suddenly laughed out at Getageta.

The string of signs I was gripping...... pointing to what lies ahead of it thickly and seldom makes me laugh (like this).

The strings strewn in the woods are headed for a single bunna tree, which eventually stands in a thick moonlight column. Ugh, and old trees whose trunks and branches have distorted into strange shapes. On the folded branches, the 'source' of the string of signs was caught like rubbish.

Ripped belly, human corpse (shikan). The string was the intestine.

With the hand Stolo touched his bowels, he bangs Sabitoga's shoulder, which remains faceless.

"I didn't do it for a hobby. I didn't have a string match, so I did the bandit belt I killed, I connected the clothes to sign the way, but it just wasn't long enough. So I had no choice but to" pull it out. "

"You drove it. It's something no real person can think of."

"I like it! Fucking officials withdraw. I feel like I'm in the mood with you!

Straw laughed and peeled (ha) Kakashi's zuda bag off his face.

I have a happy face there, no different from when I first met you. Who would think this face belongs to a man who kills humans and replaces their bowels with signposts?

The mask. The power of the mask. For a killer, the mask is still a ritual tool that separates the original self from the self as a murderer.

Straw in the face of man must belong to good, and Straw in the face of Kakashi belongs to evil. When Straw has to make the most rational and ruthless decision to fight his enemies in order to survive, he seals his goodness in a Zuda bag and transforms it into a demon.

Sabitoga used to be the same. It was incredibly inconceivable to have a decapitation or torture death sentence carried out on his face without his jawbone on.

There was the resentful gaze of the person who was going to kill him, the voice of begging for his life, and the condemnation of the audience. I couldn't take my eyes bare. My heart couldn't bear to pretend to look like a demon (kao) with a horrible jawbone.

But not now.

Sabitoga now wears his jawbone and wanders the world in prison attire, not to deceive sin and conscience.

That's because of anger. Proud of you.

Sabitoga had no choice but to expose the demons to their own will. That's what he had to do.

"Come on, if you follow the belt from your bowels (annoyed) to your clothes, from your clothes, I'll follow your strained bark string. No matter how much ground is moving, it's just a matter of minutes before the terrain completely changes. Hey. We can go home, somewhere with fire."

As Straw said, he passed under the corpse of a burglar, pointing to Sabitoga. No, it's not exactly Sabitoga he pointed at, it's on its back - the Kurnov victim, the blue armor (okay) man.

Straw kept looking forward, with a low, horrible voice, he said.

"Don't make a fool of yourself because you forgot to take the sword away. If you do us harm... I'll wrap your intestines around a tree."

Soon, a man with blue armor had his eyes open. His hand is trembling in the pattern of a silver sword placed on his hips.

Sabitoga looked back at the man who carried him loosely, and peered into the green eyes that remained of his youthfulness.

I guess we were listening to ourselves. Sabitoga spoke to him in the most calm voice possible.

"I'm fine. There are no more bandits. We're on our side."

"... trust me, do you think...?

To the man's best reply, Sabitoga gave a small grin, behind the jawbone of the ceramic.

The three shadows eventually sink from beneath the moonlight into the wooden darkness again.