Hitsugi no Maou

Twenty-six Tales: Skulls

In the blue, windless meadow, three footsteps rise and disappear.

Like the Buna Forest, there was not even one of the bug feathers here. There are no bug-eating holes on the surface of the grass that come to the sun, and no bats or very worms can cast a shadow.

Sabitoga pulled out one of the grass at her feet as she walked and tried to indulge in the variety. The grass, which dwells in sharp (shimmering) light as if it were a sword, is in fact a Japanese grass as soft as a feather, and doesn't seem to have to worry about hurting his fingers.

The area that was buried in the soil is filled with thick basement stems (kegs) like potatoes. A strange plant, but I grabbed one of the basement stems and broke it with a spear blade that I might be able to eat.

For a moment, the white juice creases from the basement stem. Sabitoga frowned and immediately threw away the grass and stuffed the spear with her pants.

Many plants with white juice are toxic. Of course there are exceptions, but there are as many rashes on the skin as there are types of grass that sometimes cause more serious abnormalities. If white emulsion comes out of an unknown grass, I've never crossed it without touching it. Straw and the girl also seemed to know the common sense for those used to traveling, and when they realized they both looked at this one and shrugged their shoulders. The only thing holding a girl's neck is Ledge.

On foot for a while, as I recall, Straw opened his luggage bag. To the roadstone he takes out, Sabitoga speaks up, oh.

"Now that we're out of the woods, we can use that. I didn't have to walk anything."

"That sort of thing. It's the northwest we're on our way, so let's keep going. I've never crossed a straight path.... even so, ahhh no. The sun is strong. If you do it because you've been in the woods and underground for a long time."

On the forehead (hissing) of the stroll looking up into the sky, for some reason, the girl put her right hand down. She lays two men down and opens her mouth with her eyes on Sabitoga.

"The island of the devil is subject to climate change. The windless can neither fly nor call clouds, and can only change the seasons in the aftermath of climate change in other lands. I mean, this cheer, it's going on for a while. You have to be careful not to get caught in the sun."

"... would you wear cloth?"

"It's also about drinking plenty of water. Take a moderate break (cuckoo) to create a shade and lay down your body. If you hurry, I don't know what kind of malaise you're going to get."

It was when I nodded and tried to open my luggage bag. Suddenly, in front of Sabitoga, the girl's back approached.

At the feet of Sabitoga, who peels her eyes off but hugs the girl, the head of the fallen ledge falls off for her face. And then I took the back of his head with my shoes and I said, "What's up!" Raising her voice, Straw screamed as the girl grabbed her face, holding the scar by her hand.

"Ledge!! What the fuck is wrong with you? You're kidding me. Shit! It hurts!

"I slipped on something! Something..."

A raised ledge lagged back with her butt on screaming like a rip of silk (quince).

It was a bright white, rugged, human skull that Ledge was taken from. The grass seemed to have passed quite some time after death, and there were no flesh or skin pieces left.

Straw crouches in, "Ha-ha," he says, chin. When I glanced at the cracked orbit (cancer) with my finger, my voice was the only one who vomited.

"Oh, my God. Hey, 'shudder'. Well, there will be. It's no wonder the corpse (shinkan) of the first one is gobbled up in the grass shadow there."

"Well, why is he dead?

"Come on, there's a torso over here, but no noticeable scars. Maybe he pulled out the grass there and ate it. It must be poisonous."

Sabitoga and the girl face to face with Straw, who gives us a gaze. Shortly afterwards Ledge again screamed and stood up to get started. If you look at it, Straw is removing the chin under his skull and passing the borough cloth removed from the luggage bag through both orbits (cancer). The borough cloth fixed between the brows of the white bone was thrown out of the mouth where the lower jaw had disappeared... and Straw let it be carried on his head.

"Whoa, that sounds good! It's a good day. It's a hat! Tiny though."

"Bullshit, it's a hit! I can't believe I blasphemed a stranger!

"This cloth is coarse, so it hurts when I wrap it directly around my head. Rash without wrapping this around."

and a laughing straw turns his attention to a face-to-face ledge. "It's just bonedness," the moment its lips moved, the light suddenly ran behind Sabitoga's brain.

"It's just bone - there's no divinity whatsoever, it's just a mass of bone -"

Unlike Straw's, that word was annoyed by any unfathomable voice. A dark eye, as emotionless as an ox, looking down at the face of Sabitoga stained bright red with returning blood.

When I shook my head and shook off a scene from the past that dyed my consciousness for a moment, Straw and Ledge had already walked out. A girl in my arm is staring at Sabitoga.

"... it's nothing."

Shortly so crushed, Sabitoga took off her feather cape and put it over the girl's head. Keep the girl on her shoulder instead of the ledge and walk out.

The removed lower jaw of the skull was caught in Sabitoga's shoes and disappeared into the grass.