Hitsugi no Maou

It was not until the sky was stained with pale blue (uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The world was quiet, and people's voices were dying. When will labor watchdogs notice the village's anomaly? I thought about it, but I shook my eyelids anyway.

The light of the sun dries the flesh that creeps all over Straw's body.

Even though Kakashi's face was not supposed to be worn by people in any way, it served as a mask with little inhibition (soaking) of Straw's five senses.

The hole in the middle of the large button's eye served as a splendid peek hole, and even if the surface shifted slightly, I could tell what was going on in the outside world over the cloth in the coarse (alas) bag of eyes.

My ears, my nose, I sense everything in the world without a problem. That's about putting something in my mouth when it comes to things I can't do.

Straw put his finger around his lips (creaking). Kakashi's mouth is sewn with thread, and the line depicts a subtle arc that can be taken as if he were laughing or crying.

... That's it. This is my face now. That's my look.

No need to laugh, no need to cry. It's all over. Even if you twitch your emotions alone now, it won't be anything.

Straw snapped inside his chest and kept walking under the blue sky.

Heading east. The closest border to the village.

Straw is now aiming to cross the border after he was originally hired by Weiss to get enough money and health.

Within my life, I wanted to at least look outside the Federation. I wanted to burn the world that I was supposed to lead a second life into this eye, a world away from the madness of goodness and equality, before dying.

Kill all those who guard the border. Sink it in a sea of blood. Straw wanted to do just that and then finish.

... but when I actually got to the border, there was nowhere like the human figure that Straw should have killed.

Half a day at best from the village, we reached it within the still yang, it was in the middle of the wilderness, I guess it just represents the border line, only the pile (kuru) engraved with the flag of the Union of Ruin was forested.

The group of piles that runs to the horizon is only as tall as the hips of the straw though. If you want to cross, you can cross without difficulty.

Straw looked over to the Quartet and looked for shadows of border guards and watchmen. But there was no sign of a creature in the wilderness surrounded by silence, and there was no shadow that someone was likely to dive into.

… The Union of Ruin has entrusted 90% of its defence actions against neighbouring countries to mercenaries other than its own.

This is because, if you ask the government, the people of the Union of Ruin are physically and intellectually fragile (fights), unsuitable for collective action, and lacking (or absurd) willingness to fight. Therefore, he throws huge national expenses and hugs mercenaries from all over the continent, buying military power for gold.

Straw and the federalists sell the wheat and pigs they produce every day… the crops they never get into their own mouths, the gold they sell meat. The bulk of it was supposed to be paid for mercenaries and living expenses.

Sword over bread. The improvement of national defence is a top priority over the improvement of food.

That's what I was talking about.

Nonetheless, there is not even one mercenary in front of Straw right now.

There were no shadows or shapes, such as the front lines of defence, the appearance of a mercenary regiment guarding and monitoring the borders.

Straw looks down at his feet in large measure. As he gazed at the dry ground, he eventually found traces of horse stirrups (and more).

Traces of patrol surveillance of the border. But the trace (and more) was old, about to disappear, and there were only a few of them.

Straw looks up and looks at all sides again. The world is as quiet as ever, without any shadow whatsoever.

Slowly, approach the pile group. Visually expressed borders. The national chapter of the Louis Union, lined up in a sloppy line.

When Straw breathed in, he kicked (kicked) them unconstitutionally the next moment. There was a crisp sound and a pile whose roots were about to rot in the rainstorm leaned easily.

Straw kicks the pile even more. He trampled (f) the rotten national seal, crushing it, knocking it down, pulling it out, slamming it, and making holes in his power at the border line.

"... you fool...!

Eventually, on the earth that sank in a piece of rotten wood, Straw dropped his groan of hatred as he breathed on his shoulders.

Straw then even kept walking the world. There are no destinations. As the fish escaped from the broken raw fish swimmed to a place unknown to the people of the sea, Straw continued to wander as he liked.

Crossing the border, the air and landscape did not change radically. The soil, the stones, the grass and the sky are little different from what was in the fatherland.

However, when the sun went down, and the night came, and when the morning sun was up again, a great path appeared before the struts.

Mowing the grass was a simple way to get the ground, but the five straw houses were wide enough to get in.

When I stepped down to wonder how many people were on the road, I saw something like a placard at the end of the road. If I approached him, he was inscribed 'Riding Here' in official letters, with a number of chairs (chairs) made of stone lining the roots of the placards.

"A ride... what...?

Straw glances at the chair here and there as he glimpses the letter of the bill. The chair made of shredded stone was cold, but the surface seemed smooth and comfortable to sit on.

Already the feet are like sticks, the flesh wants rest. Straw peeled off Kakashi's face and breathed as he sat in the chair on the road to collapse (crumb) as he drifted.

There are clouds in the sky and cold winds are starting to blow. The temperature is not going to rise today.

Would it be easier if my body stayed cold and died asleep? Straw thought in the back of his eyelids as he fell on his own, letting go of consciousness.

... but no rest of death came to Straw. The next time his eyelids opened, he was wrapped in a dry blanket, amidst the sound of rain and thunder.

blanket. I touched it for the first time since Straw was born. I was able to identify it as a blanket from the moment the old man sitting right next to him woke up saying, "Is there enough blanket! Did you get the blanket? 'Cause it stood.

I couldn't understand the situation. Straw was in a dim room, surrounded by a large number of humans, lying down. The wooden floor trembles when it swells, shaking (boiling) and moving as if it were an earthquake. The ceiling can see the light (aka) Ri, but this is also stirring up the universe at all costs and restlessness.

People sitting around are screaming or yelling whenever thunderbolts (mostly). When Straw tried to wake himself up, quite an old man said, "Come on!" and brought the squeaky red face closer together.

"You! You must have fallen asleep there! You're about to die! I can't help but sleep in the rain, young man. Ah!

"... ahhh...?

"There it is, a place to sit while you wait for the ride carriage, in a riding chair. Ah! But when it rains, it's common sense to hurry up and run in the direction of the carriage! Rainstorms don't shine! The roof! If the carriage comes running in the rain, they'll stop right there and open the door! That's common sense!

Straw took his eyes off the sleazy old man and looked around again.

All the people indoors twirl in the same blanket as the struts, wiping (fu) wet (not) hair and bodies, and rubbing their hands together, lined with various facial rashes of young and old.

But none of them looked better in blood than the average Louis Confederate citizen, and few were fatter.

Exotic people. It also looked like a gathering of workers from the mouth and waist.

Straw connected the information since he woke up, figured out the approximate situation (is awkward), and then said with a sigh to quite an old man.

"I'm sorry you had to help me, but I haven't been around long... it might have been better if you left me alone."

"Why not? You're gonna die!?

"Oh, he said it was a blood disease. They say it won't be another six months."

"Blood disease! Is that a terrible way to die!?

"... oh. She said she was getting thinner and thinner, her skin turned loess, and her nails and teeth fell out and died. So it might have been easier to get hit by rain and freeze to death."

An old man stared at Straw's face, then stretched out his thick fingers and started peeling (mumbling) Straw's eyelids and lips. To a shtroll with a damned face, the old man eventually said to his face, "Oh, my God," as he was dazed (akin) with his nose.

"That's you, isn't it, 'Hemorrhagic Disease'? It's rare and unusual."

"Hemorrhagic...?

"Write that blood will break (wrinkle) and it's septic. Don't eat the mesh properly. It takes a tough job, a lot of worries, a long job on the ocean. You, now you're exotic, aren't you? It's a famous occupational disease among workers in this country. There used to be no medical care going on and it didn't heal, but now..."

Cancer and the floor swayed very heavily. The old man breaks down and grabs Straw's shoulder.

These shy eyes of the old man who rose from the floor, and his eyes as round as a plate of straw, overlapped.

"- Now, it's an easy cure. When the carriage arrives in the city, go to the church treatment hospital. Septicaemia can be cured in exchange for simple service."

"Cure... this disease..."

"Ouch. I don't even need medication. All you have to do is eat vegetables, not meat or bread. It's grass, grass. If you eat the same thing as your horse or cow, it will heal. I mean, your usual meal was less than a cow horse. Dahaha!"

In front of the old man, who slapped his knee and laughed, Straw dropped his eyes on the floor while he was still peeling.

Cure. This disease. The disease of blood, which is said to be incurable and ready to die, has taken away all hope from Straw, is fully healed.

I don't need drugs, I just eat - just get (and) proper nutrition, no difficulty -.

"Cure... cure... my disease..."

The old man seemed to mistake the twitching of his crushed voice for joy. Smile and nod over and over, then turn your back and start burning other human care.

Straw stuck his hands nails deep in his face behind it, healing over and over again, twinkling as he healed.

"... healing doesn't heal..................!!

Thunderlight illuminated the figure of a straw eating up his teeth and tearing apart a shape distorted by anger with his fingernails.

A cured disease. A disease that, with just a little effort, can be fully cured.

They assumed that the Straws were a major disease leading to death and turned it all into a spark of contention.

As far as Straw was concerned, the villagers who refused any help, as well as the elders who declared the disease incurable to Xian (Saka) Shige, now all seemed to be fools who couldn't save their hearts. If eating plants cured the disease, even labor seeds containing fruit skins and seeds would have had the potential. If you take a little more than usual and rest your body... if the villagers work together to make time for it...

If you would just take on the task of managing Kakashi for a few days.

If you could just give me a little loan back.

For this.

"... dead, naturally... fools...!

Straw's curse, amidst thunderous and rainy sounds, was sucked in.