Hitsugi no Maou

It was not until more than a hundred days had passed since the hospital admission that Straw was granted full healing for sepsis and allowed to knock through the gates of the treatment hospital again.

Nevertheless, spitting blood and atrophy of the ankle itself had subsided after ten days, and it was true that the remaining days had been spent building strength and healing trauma other than septicaemia (chiyu).

In the meantime, Stolo asked the Ni monks to turn their work around whenever possible and did their best to clean up the hospital and do some simple chores. The monks have often advised me not to impose, not to work too much, but it was like gymnastics when I thought of the hell of a labor in my country. Instead, I was eating the preaching of the Nishimons in an attempt to get a tighter job about whether the consideration for the drugs and food I consumed could be paid for by such an easy thing.

At the time of discharge, I returned the sanitary clothes and lace shoes (string shoes) that I had been wearing while I was in the hospital, and when I was asked to return my luggage, I did not have feet in the shoes (creases) that I had previously been in. The national clothes also do not pass through the sleeves (so) and when they are forced to wear, they make noises and tears from the shoulders.

"Evidence of becoming healthy," the Nishimons laughed at the straw that gave them the way (and more), and once gave me back my sanitary clothes and string shoes as they were.

Straw offered to serve for the price in awe, but they shook their heads saying they were unnecessary. He nodded ambiguously, shrugging his head wondering if he was going anywhere more than that.

"This country has a lot deeper nostalgia (two places) than my country. Compared to living in my country... I can handle it, I'm sure..."

"If you have trouble eating, visit our church headquarters. Just like health care, labor for life in this country is also offered to the people by officials as one of the ways of doing things."

Straw lay down his face just ashamed of the sensation of the niggers who said he would impose his labor.

Its shallowness is embarrassed by the attitude of the fatherland, which makes harsh labor a duty and the backbone of good and evil ideas. I could not help but think that my character as a country of the Union of Ruin, which has made labour not a means for people to live, is far inferior to that of the kingdoms of the Negroes who saved Straw.

A displaced person feels ashamed of a country he has already abandoned. It seems irrational, but the homeland for Straw is still, uh, a federation full of hunger and agony.

inferior country. savage federation. Straw himself, who was born and raised there, is also less of a superior human being. It is inherently beyond the reach of the Negroes that many human blood and guts are bathed in Straw.

- I felt like I cheated on them.

They must have taken care of Straw as a pathetic, innocent person. I would no longer have thought of myself as a murderer who had killed all the inhabitants of his village, even his parents and brothers.

The shame I had felt for my country was no longer turned into something against myself.

Is it good to break up without revealing anything like this? Are you sure you want to keep these amazing people busy?

"Be happy"

An unlimited, gentle voice descended on his dripping head, such that his heart could be tightened.

Straw's eyes, still facing the ground, swell as if he were a paperworker. The gentle voice descends one after the other, not waiting for Stolo's reply.

"Forget everything that's terrible and enjoy life"

"Love yourself as much as you like and love people"

"Just for crying, laugh"

"That's your business."

"Do your duty, Strawman.... Whatever you are."

That day, Kakashi's eyes, staring at the shadow of his back (som) in the moonlight, were filled with muddy darkness.

Whether you crumbled or your face was ugly and distressed, you couldn't just recieve the words of the Negroes with the same eyes.

Face the moonlight. Take the light of man's goodness with both eyes.

Straw returned a cloudy (garlic) voice, saying "yes" to the Nishimons, creating a smile that could not even be called a smile.

The world was normal everywhere, full of love.

It is not that evil or irrationality does not exist. Sometimes evil problems persist in the business of men, blood is shed, and war is wrapped around them.

But even if evil wields fierceness (enough), there is always something opposite the pole somewhere in the world. Something glorious is breathing that can counteract evil. People know it, believe it, and that's why they can keep living without giving up hope.

With darkness, there is always light. That was the real 'world' where the vast majority of humanity lived.

That's why Straw sincerely embarrassed himself to have been born into the realm of the world's most endless, truly invisible hell, like a lidded (lidded) hole.

A Federation that sets itself apart from the way the world is, blocks (shudders) the light of the outside world, and even accumulates filthy darkness. Even if a person desperately produces a light (tobi), the light is immediately swallowed up in the darkness around him and never burns.

Evil flourishes indefinitely. Yep, even good is fraudulent and assimilates with the country. And locks people in eternal darkness.

Straw wasn't living in the world. There was no world, no kingdom of men, no prisoner in the darkness. And as the blind worms devoured one another in the earth, they killed their compatriots, and they lay down their sins, and they were filled with despair.

I will never go back to being a worm again. Become a righteous person, blinded by the light of the world.

Redo your life. So determined to his heart, Straw began to live as one man in the port town of Buzenier.

Fortunately, the harbor loading yard (if at all) was understaffed and the working port was immediately decided. The person in charge didn't even ask for his origin or address to see Straw's sanitary clothes, just to make sure he had been discharged from the infirmary and incorporated them into the scene.

The job was tough, but I got a big chunk of bread and salt (a pile) at noon, and I was allowed to drink as much water as I wanted.

Besides, my salary was paid instantly. Stolo was moved by the feel of the copper coin he had for the first time in his life, and could not really use it, he nodded and slept in the shadow (thanks to) of the pier that day.

Work the same way the next day, get bread with food and get copper coins. It was just a job to keep loading and unloading, but I also learned a lot thanks to my colleagues teaching me how to carry my baggage efficiently and how to lift it without hurting my back.

Everyone was silent and of a different quality than the labor of the Louis Confederation, which merely mechanically performs the work. The workers thought that in order to work comfortably, they had to actively advise the immature, share skills and nurture them. Emphasis was placed on something called a horizontal connection, and I tried to tie it together by making a companion that I could rely on, even with some effort.

I believe that the power I lend to others will always be reported to me in the future. That is why the thankful also try to respond to their trust, and when the new arrivals appear, they do the same thing in the first place.

Help each other, support each other. The relationships that Stolo didn't get in his country were there, as a matter of course.

There was no way those workers would ever leave a straw uncovering the night at the pier without taking the inn.

Straw was invited by his companions at the end of his third day of work and taken out to town. This was my first time going anywhere other than the harbor and the treatment center, but I didn't feel anxious because the leading audio (Oondo) pickup guy was younger than Straw.

People and a platter full of lights. A "shop" that I had never seen before in my country connects countless houses and offers passers-by numerous items brought about by ships visiting the port.

It's your fault. This is where I spend my money. That's what one of my buddies said, and I bought a jammed basket of oval-shaped fruit with a bright green in front of me and showed it with a piece of copper coin. The basket is turned to everyone, and the fruit is given to Straw as well.

When I covered my skin around me, the sourness stung my mouth. When I swallow the pulp (of) in surprise, the refreshing aroma falls through my nose after the irritation.

I was taught that lemon (lemon) is a fruit that purifies my guts with acidity.

The companions bought a variety of things at the stadium and enjoyed the evening with their earnings for the day. Some people bought food, booze, reading on clothes, shoes (snacks), and wooden boards, and toys (toys).

My favorite grandfather (uncle) hires a woman to do an exaggeration, and my favorite old man asks the poet for a longer song.

Money replaced just about anything. Everything could be bought with gold.

The consideration of labor is paid for in gold because it is human work that produces all of the market. All those who have worked to support the market will be given the right to gold from which they can buy everything in the market. That's natural, the guys said as they pressed meat and liquor on the straw.

Straw went into a worker's lodging, close to the loading yard (if at all), after the platter was dragged away by them, when the liquor eventually turned and was perfectly ready.

The inn was a diversion of the old shipyard as it was, and the building was filled with the smell of fish oil for lamps (aka). My colleagues have been pushing hard on Straw's bunk to stay in this facility for less than half the price of other inns instead of having private rooms. The reason was that most of the people staying in the lodging were loading yard workers and that residents could help each other in times of trouble.

Straw agreed to the suggestion of his colleagues and decided to spend the next night in the same inn as them.

I never did anything like sleep at the pier again. He strived (and behaved) consciously to get the same sense of life as the righteous people.

Worked hard. I blame you for your hard work. I ate hard and slept hard.

Once every six days, on the Sabbath, when the loading work in the harbor was completely stopped, I became one of them and started playing in the morning. I enjoyed fishing and swimming, playing with balls and seeing things.

Occasionally when there were few days on the boat or when a storm came and crushed my job, I visited the treatment center to join the service. The monks remembered Straw and welcomed him with the same smile as before.

- Everything was fun. Everything looked brilliant.

Having a normal way of life in a normal world made it seem as though the 'distortion' that dominated my soul was causing the anomaly to fall out.

If you keep going like this, I'm sure you can be a legitimate, normal person, no different from the people of this country.

I can be happy. I can be a happily valued being.

Yes, I mean it, I believed it.

The twenty-fifth Strawman will never forget.

The voice (wow) of that man who denied the goodness, in just one word, the love of many who saved and supported him.

At the minute of the worldly darkest worm, it has been eaten on the feet of a stroll to happiness, the blind eye.

On the way to deliver the late blooming lily flowers found on the market to the therapeutic center - from the end of the road, appeared sleepy - the old, colour of power.

"I've been chasing you"

Bright white hood and cape.

Straw was supposed to put it together, Weiss (white) outfit.

"You who are covered in blood do not deserve to have those flowers. All the pure things of the world are for people other than you."

Sword to be pulled out. Cutting edges that can be directed. Straw even stops breathing and stares at the remnants of the past in front of him.

"At least pray. Strawman, that his death may not be the comfort of those who were slaughtered."

The cloak, the white blade flickers. Cut off the wind, straw's neck, sword light runs.

... There was a noise of human bone meat being destroyed in the harbour town alley (broom).

Straw was ashamed that there was still a seedfire of cold hatred and intent to kill in his own heart, which had enjoyed the love of many people. And he found in the face of his enemies, and in the face of the devil, a petal of lily, which he had gripped.

"... the dying sheep were yelling at the people all the time, the government dog... how did you know that once you went outside the fence, you could be punished...?

The teeth of the stripped straw make a sound.

The cobwebs were drawn, the wind was cut again, and the chin of the enemy was crushed.

A white flower petal of lily filled with scattered blood splashes.