Hitsugi no Maou

The old man feels his head get slightly colder, his arms are taken by the men and pulled to the front door.

Going out into the darkness of the hallway and being escorted by a big fish lying on the floor, the men interrogated the old man about the location of the ship. There are no shadows around, and there is no immediate prospect of help even if you shout out.

The old man has no choice but to tell us where the fishing boat was raised to the beach, stealing a sword that has fallen on the men's hips.

... something, there were signs of a serious mistake being made. The words of the executioner, whom the old man led to the island of the devil, and these men in white clothes, do not connect neatly in his head.

The image of a calm, somewhere gentle, gentle waist of an executioner and a ferocious man who has tragically slaughtered (zagged) more than thirty innocent people never overlaps.

The old man roughly opened his mouth as he descended from the pier to the sandy beach and moved away from the village lights.

"Where did you find out that I led people to the Devil's Island..."

"I told the head of this village (Osa) that a serious criminal could have crossed to the island of the devil with the help of the villagers. Then I gave you your name right away. All the young fishermen stay away from the Devil's Island, but you often row out to the island on a lone fishing boat and go home to catch the big guy. He said you were the only one who could make a guide to the Island of Demons."

The old man bited his teeth wondering if his granddaughter had told her friends anything.

The village chief's house is packed with more than thirty working people. Someone in it heard a conversation with these men and the village chief, and rumored. That the old man may have led foreign criminals to the island of demons......

The old man wanted to explain to the men right now. I did guide people to the Devil's Island, but at best it was to carry their baggage on a boat and help them to the extent that I taught them how to walk to the island and the sand path.

As long as you have the temper, one person can tread the path of the sand. If you buy a boat somewhere, you don't even have to follow the sand path. We can go from all directions to the island and land.

The executioner led by the old man is not always the criminal the men in white are looking for.

... but after conversations based on mutual misunderstandings, the men were already concerned. Whatever you say, they may take you for a run.

Given the risk of being slashed, it would be better to guide you quietly to the island. Unlike during the day, the sea at night is sinking into darkness and it is extremely difficult to walk down the sandy path. Even if you try to have the lights, you can barely see the path under the water, and without the help of the old man, you can definitely get stuck (old man) out of the way first.

Then it is only until we reach the island of the devil that the men cannot reach the old man. It's the same thing if you want to take the ship. You can't ride with three people on a small fishing boat, and on a stranger's boat you won't be able to reach the island until morning. It is the och who plunges every ship into the sand path and overturns (tempers).

If you're going to be released after the directions, good. Otherwise you can escape into the sea at night.

If the men even step into the Devil's Island, they will never appear before the old man again.

Eventually, when the men reached the old man's fishing boat, they removed portable pine lights (sweet potatoes) and flint stones from the nostalgia (two places), creating a fire.

And the old man taught the men the journey of the executioner, and pushed the fishing boat again into the sea of the night, which was black.

A flaming fire illuminates the blue grass tent.

Sabitoga kept looking at the newly mowed Japanese grass in the first place as she razed towards the burning fire and warmed her body.

In the tent there is a carpet of grass (carpet) braided after the fire is started, laid (and laid) to surround the burning fire in a circle, with a ledge and a girl lying on it.

Cold is infiltrating the human body harder from the ground and walls than from the air. If the sleeping ground or the walls that kept the back were cold, the contact surface would be the lowest temperature in the body, and the heat would be taken from it.

Therefore, in order to protect your sleeping body from cold air, you must first consider releasing your body from the ground.

We should take precedence over a cloth that can be covered on top and a cloth that can be laid on bottom.

That way, while protecting the ground surface of the body with a carpet of grass (carpet), I can warm myself up with a burning fire, and slowly hang (or spread) the cloth to make the hanging grass edition (ah) muko.

Sabitoga first touched the hanging grass that was made up against the smoke (kemuri) of the burning fire, then turned her face to the left, roughly.

Beyond the smoke vent in the tent is the back of a straw sitting on the japanese grass that remains mowed.

Standing up, approaching behind him, Sabitoga gently covered his shoulder with hanging grass.

Without even looking back, Straw happily returns "thank you" with his voice alone. The head of the kakashi sitting on his crotch leaned slightly, and a blade buried under his neck peeked.

"You're clever. It's more polite than" national clothing "in my country."

"National clothing... you mean that farmer's clothing?

"No, I bought this myself. National clothing… is the work clothes that my country, the Louis Federation, pays its citizens every year. It's made of poor rat-colored fiber (cedar), and it's ready to be torn. Then you won't get a replacement until the next year. The federals should all wear national clothes unless they're officials or upper class people. Because it was decided... there were people all over the place who were rounding out their bellies and asses, or who were moving around naked (or something). Men, women, children."

Sabitoga glanced down at Straw's head, tapping a few threads of memory.

Straw's homeland must have been the North. A world of snow and ice...... that's what I was hearing.

Straw continued his words, looking back slightly at Sabitoga.

"It's cold. It's been cold all day, all year. I was wearing new national clothing, and the wind came in from the gap (sukima) in the fabric. Even after a day of work, my boots (nagging) and gloves didn't come off. No matter how dirty it is with mud and palms."

"You don't make cold gear? Feathered objects from the top of national clothing…"

"I made it. With my own hair. But it's not enough. It's still cold."

hair. From Sabitoga, which pulls the eyebrow root (Mayu), Straw looks out of his sight again and looks forward.

Kakashi's head leaned further into some clap.

"Everything in the Louis Union, from roadside stones to weeds to bugs, belongs to the country. The people shouldn't use it on their own. The only possessions of the people are the goods necessary for labor paid for by the state, and the flesh of themselves. That's why I only have the ingredients for cold protection in my hair. Take a long time to stretch it, cut it, collect it, make it a hat (blur) or jacket. But it's not warm at all. I don't have the oil or tools I need to process it, so I can only do it in a blurry way."

"... why are you doing that to the people? It's like a slave."

"It's less than slavery. But the federation's greats don't (...) say they're sheltering their people.... buddy. The Lewis have long called their country the Land of Good and Equal."

Straw's teeth made a noise.

"We, the people, are slaves of good and equality. I've been held back by a nasty beauty phrase and frozen."