Hitsugi no Maou

Born for what?

What a cause and effect it was laid down in a cold world where there was no blessing whatsoever and no love or love could be felt. Whose curse is it?

Was it your destiny to be geared to support an inhumane country, where nothing was admitted, nothing was forgiven?

Straw runs through the darkness with the sword of the eightieth Fleisch in his hand. His ankles, which were atrophic during the day, had regained movement after a long relaxation, but the elders had seen him leave the slaughterhouse because of the trouble he had taken to cut the rope.

Apparently they decided not to wait for Morning Sun to kill Straw. The villagers, who had farm tools and broken bars, followed the fleeing straw without a voice.

At night in the darkness, a group of people without a single pine light rush through into a mass of shadows. No cursing (because of it) or screaming, just letting off rough breath into the night and being chased.

Occasionally, Straw ascertained the surrounding terrain in the disappearing moonlight, eventually jumping into the woods of the road and stepping (f) further into the darkness. The trunk of the tree (Miki) and the branches are avoided by hand, and as they are folded, the sound of breaking the branches follows the same from behind.

The sound of dryness is like the fracture of a starving person who has made him thin (or) galloping. The moment I was caught up and scratched my hands and feet suddenly, the soles of my shoes stepped to the ground.

Soon after I raise my voice, my body creeps through the soil. Straw, depressed by the fallen (bumpy) earth, is dragged to the bottom of the earth as it drifts.

I didn't know what happened. Was there a space in the basement for some convenience, and Straw stepped (f) through its ceiling? Because of this, Straw's body slips off through the breathless hole.

As he rubbed his whole body into the soil, still desperately gripping (nibbling) his bloodless sword, the slope of the hole (Keisha) became loose (loose) and quite - I think the light hit his toe, as it were, thrown out of the hole.

Hard earth and the feel of falling leaves. Straw, who hits him on the back once, holds the moon across the street and coughs (shears).

- It was quiet. I don't hear the sound of breaking branches, or the breath of others.

A bright white full moon fleeing the clouds that were stubbornly (persistently) teasing is in front of Straw. A star in a true circle that emits a quiet light….

… at its lower edge, standing on the ground, was the head of a shadow.

Straw slowly rolls his eyeballs and lowers his gaze from the moon to the shadows. The shadows of the quiet world looked down upon the earth, gazing down at the light from heaven.

There is no straw in that eye. No, it didn't reflect anyone in the world.

The eyes of the big button are darkening. Refusing the glorious moonlight, he turns his back and sinks into the shadows.

Kakashi, a doll that Straw used to take care of every day. That's standing right next to Straw.

... This is where Lecht was.

The hole that Straw came through was the ancient nest of Anagma where Lecht lived.

As soon as he realized it, Straw couldn't stand (cut off) what he would stick up to his chest and cried out. Don't speak up. The chaser will know where I am. Even though I knew it, I could no longer suppress the cry of his will.

Lecht. Where are you now? Somewhere in this crazy country, are they searching for the shoots of intelligence without sexual punishment?

Do you entrust (want to) hope and lecture on children who are just like you, who do not know what is yet, and are not stained with government values?

Or have you stopped giving up? Are you desperate for people and countries, living only in the sky and rivers against them, waiting for a day when your life will be exhausted?

"Wherever, whatever you do - don't forget me - remember me -"

Straw nodded his face at the place where Lecht had always sat, groaning at the ground.

Even if he hadn't broken up with Lecht that day and kept following him to the end, Straw couldn't get his freedom and would have made this (ha) as local as he is now.

Lecht's plan was broken from the beginning. It has been impossible since the beginning for Straw to become Weiss and exile to a foreign country.

But still, Straw shouldn't have lost Lecht. Whatever Lecht didn't give us, we should have stayed with him.

If he had been next door, he would have missed it so much, and would not have welcomed a spicy evening.

I was so disappointed and never so desperate for human existence.

Lecht was like a light fire (Together) that was left only one in the Dark Ages. It was the last light of human goodness, preaching humanity in an inhumane world.

Straw kept the light away from the light. Kakashi staring at his shadow in the ground, nodding his face in the clear moonlight, is what Stolo looks like now.

There's nothing more to Straw. There is no light left to look at, no hope to embrace.

Darkness. As long as I'm in this country, all I see is darkness in Straw's eyes anymore.

Only darkness...

"Twenty-fifth Strawman"

A whispering voice shook my ear abruptly (and very briefly).

Straw slowly opens both eyes with his face nodded to the ground. A small breath was born in a world that was surrounded by silence. Grasp the blood draining sword into the gaze you feel on your back.

"Twenty-fifth Strawman"

To the repeated call, Straw looked up and looked back with his knees on the ground.

Next to the moonlighted kakashi, a little girl stood. The girl who snagged a slippery national outfit was - Straw's, 10-year-old sister.

Shimmering moonlight, waterboard-like eyes (hitomi).

For some reason, the words of Lecht were revived in the back of Straw's brain by its brilliance, which contained no evil colors.

"I was desperate for a group called the masses... but maybe I wanted to see hope for the kids who were dripping in the cold village."

Straw gets up and turns back to his sister. A round eye, very similar to his mother's, stares at Straw.

A small individual, away from the group. Separated from the armed villagers, young brothers......

"... Lecht... did you see hope... with these eyes...?

In front of the crushed straw, my sister raised her right hand, hidden behind Kakashi's back.

On her little finger was a stitched needle (all) of her work tools.

"- I found it! Out of work! There was a twenty-fifth Strawman!!

Countless wrinkles leaned over her screaming sister's eyes, and her eyes (Hitomi) turned upward as she innkeeped her clean (Seiren) glow.

A raised white eye of blood vessels comes to the straw. Straw paid for the stitches sticking out of his face with his hands.

A needle sinks in the palm of his hand and a ball of blood floats. Her sister kept screaming as she rolled down the ground, pushing Kakashi staring down towards Straw.

The eye of the button overlaps the eye of the straw. The darkness is pouring into Straw.

Straw hears the voice of his beastly sister and the footsteps of the villagers summoned to it as he is held in the arms of a cold kakashi.

There was a horrible voice from Straw's mouth, on its own. There was a pulling, dry laugh.

"... you're right... well, you're right..."

Under the moon, the shadows of the villagers leap. Towards them coming at them without any hesitation, Straw threw Kakashi away and waved his sword at the look (kao) of the devil.

... Then again, Stolo doesn't really remember swearing.

In the blackening flames of emotion that burned his chest and the countless pains engraved on his body, Straw had more than his consciousness removed.

Vision sank into the color of bright red blood, with horrible sounds and voices swirling in his ears. His hands were chopping something on their own, and his legs were also driving to a strange place in Straw.

Straw himself no longer knew what he was doing. I just thought I shouldn't stop in order to cause my soul to suffer difficult grief and shake off hatred.

Straw continued to run through the red world, carving unseen meat, voicing his pain and screaming. I fought it with all my might to undo the unpleasant sounds and voices swirling in my ears.

Then, eventually, when Straw's hands and feet lost power and fell to the ground - from his ears, when all the unpleasant sounds were distant -.

The red color that covered my vision is clear - reality is back.

Straw was coming back to the village square. The world was dark blue and the eastern sky was beginning to see brightness.

Around, the pigs squeal. A pig released from a livestock hut is tearing up something scattered on the ground.

Straw remained on his knees on the ground, gently, looking back behind him.

Numerous strawmen (kakashi) were forested there, drained of their intestines and covered with bags and buckets. They themselves were made of wilderness rope, with their farm tools directed at the straw and their bars cut into their struts.

Chew (shudder) the pig is annoyed. Make a dirty noise and eat it.

In Straw's bloody hand, besides his bloodless sword, Kakashi's face, which was by Lecht's nest hole, is gripped (busted). Large buttoned eyes, Zuda bag...

Straw put it on after he squeezed his face small. He put on a dark mask and put on the face of a man who had to back (som) into the moonlight.

Eventually, Morning Sun illuminated a single Strawman.