Hitsugi no Maou

Dry tree leaves on the calf tickle the back of my leg.

From time to time, the pain ran on the fruits and branches of Buna, but Kennel did not look down, but continued to look at the group of heads beyond the branches.

With a little distance, I could hear their standing footsteps and the scrubbing sound of armor (good). The other side hasn't killed any signs. Just wandering through the woods like a bunch of sheep.

Alarm and spare time. I feel it from their footsteps. Besides, Kennel remembered to climb the Buna tree by his side.

Carefully to not shake the branches, but hurriedly went up on the tree, and there were more than twenty people under his eyes.

Platoon-sized seekers with a wide variety of clothes and weapons. Can you afford to be caught off guard because of the number of companions? Kennel glanced at the strange shadow leading the queue as he swallowed (of) his sawdust and spit.

The figure in the black robe, unlike the others, does not wear a weapon-like weapon. As if sliding through the ground, going through the woods with strange movements that did not make you feel the motion of walking. It emitted a different colour (nasty), whether it was in the forest view or within a line of people.

Assuming you are a leader, you may be able to push the nature of the population by knowing its appearance. Kennel rides himself out of the branch, stretches his neck to the limit and looks behind the hood of the black robe.

Moment after moment, a badly cloudy (garlic) rage crushed my ears. His heart beats (ha), and he desperately regains his body, which is about to fall, and Kennel glances at the roughly furious one.

I thought someone had found me, but the people under my eyes don't see Kennel as one. It was just a man at the rear of the line, swinging a spear in his hand, pushing his buddy away and hitting a fiery curse (if anything) on the leading black robe.

Promises are different. How long are you going to let him walk? Enough with the road already. Just take him to the secret border...

Kennel opened his eyes wide to the words he could hear, then he did his hand to his chest and held down his heart, which jumped (ha) all over the beginning.

Don't give me that. Don't hurry up. You can't screw it up here. Live or die. This must be our last chance. If hope has emerged, we have to pick it up for sure... we can't just take it away...

As he tells himself, Kennel begins to descend the tree. The cloudy (garlic) curse soon ceased to be heard and people's footsteps began to turn away again.

As soon as he descends to the ground, Kennel follows a crowd of people, staying with them and accompanying them on their journey. Like a fox following the hunt for a tiger in spill, he kept walking for an even longer time, killing the signs.

Eventually, a group of people reached a lit rock that opened snugly in the woods.

Everyone is relieved that the branch leaves of the trees have been broken off and a deep darkness has been paid off. Kennel dived (hissed) into the shade of a tree by the rock and turned his attention to the next trend of people who stopped walking.

The first person to speak up was the man who was cursing at the black robe earlier. The arm that grips (nibbles) the polar (very thick) spear (dot) with the red rust (rust) solder dots floating is like a round thick, has an upper back (wow), and a halibut-like mustache (beard) covers half the face (oh).

He looks strong, and he looks like a fighter. Standing behind a black robe. No, he exaggerated his arms and said, "Come on, what do we do!" and stood up with a loud voice that echoed all over the forest.

"I gathered all these people to take them around the woods! Let's get you to the oldest secret border in the early days! If you get lost again, I'll crack your head open!!

"Don't kill yourself. You're not our representative or anything."

At the man's behest, a strange person opened his mouth, wrapped his whole body in a white outfit. To the man who turns his blood-running eyes, the white outfit causes the five fellow men dressed exactly the same as himself to put their fingers on this (ha) to the sword that he (his) has offered on his hips.

"Stupid people with big voices say it's hard for them to decide things."

"It's not just the voice that's big. You get three times as much as you get!

"You ever hit a target (well) once?

When the white outfit said in a chilling (leitan) tone, a small laugh arose from among the others. A spear man peels (mumbles) his eyes and shakes up his prized score with his anger. Immediately, six white outfits pulled out their swords in exactly the same manner, surrounding the spear man with a blade tip.

In the rising tension, the shadow of the black robe that remained silent until then sounded teething.

People on the rocks and Kennel's gaze concentrates on the black robe. The face of the black robe looking back slowly was that of a noticeably beautiful, age-old woman whose nose was so beautiful that Kennel in the distance was stirring.

The golden thread-like hair at the back of the hood drips softly over the lime-colored forehead (hives), underneath which the blue and white glowing eyes (hitomi) are cooled (suzu) and garnished (bruised). The slightly peachy lips (chills) were like petals of small flowers.

If you hold still without breathing, you'll look like a sculptural statue. He looked too distant.

"- You want to crack that head open?"

It's insane.

I looked at Kennel, who snapped his thoughts out of his mouth, as the eyes of the woman in the black robe shot out the next moment.

Kennel's ears, which panicked and hid in the shade of the tree, eventually resonated with an unpleasant voice that didn't even know who was making it out.

A sticky, horrible voice that spills rotten water.

"This is not what should be done. Those other than the people of the birth canal put cross spears into the competition for the survival of the Gentiles, leading them to the oldest secret, etc…. Totally, utterly unprecedented…"

Kennel looked out of the shade, perhaps, and wondered what the rock was like. Surprised by the source of the uncomfortable voice, she nonetheless makes sure that the woman's eyes are not directed at herself and stands ear to ear.

"But I have no choice. Now that the people of the birth canal are in danger of extinction and the last one has reached the bottom of the hole, this Buna Forest is exposed to an unprecedented situation: the absence of 'sorters' to sort the excellent Gentiles.

The island needs more than one warrior. Then I have no choice but to seek out, gather, and give opportunities to the seekers who wander through the woods. Opportunities must be given fairly. It's a matter of fairness. "

A woman lifts up by the robe, pointing to each face on the rock. The woman's voice of rotten water echoed louder around.

"I'll give you guys a better chance than this. Show me the proof that you are an excellent Gentile before me. Step over my test and prove its excellence. If you do, we'll send you to the deepest, oldest secret of this demonic island."

"Wait a minute! Trial!? I'm not listening!

"Those who reject the trials, leave this place now. If you can reach the oldest secret on your own without the help of anyone, it will also prove to be an excellent Gentile."

The eyes of a woman who can be directed at a spear man are emotionless and warm everywhere.

Among the people wandering, but a pair of six men in white clothes pushed the man of the spear, aligning him before the woman with the sword in his hand.

The white outfits raise their voices, pointing their blade tips to the sky, as if they were knights sworn by the Lord.

"I can't let the conductor get away with it twice. You said you would give us' guidance '. I also said I know where our chasing man is. Then take responsibility for the word."

"Let's take it. Trials and Trials."

"If you're going to step over, let's do it right"

"We are the Weiss of the Union of Ruin"

"White Shadow Without Individuals"

"War is our stopover."

but the sword of the chisels and the white costumes sounds, and its blade tip rips the universe in exactly the same motion, and it is poked at the woman.

To their dramatic behavior, the air that was wrapping the field took heat all at once. Originally, people like to trample into the outer realm of the Devil's Island. I guess it's a drunken tach for heroic or adventurous momentum that overcomes difficulties with courage and honor.

Kennel was also awakened by the enthusiasm of one group after the other who shouted his name and admiration. Yes. I had a great cause and honor too. A beautiful story tells us that he traveled in search of immortal water to save his country, spooked by infectious diseases.

Kennel tried to scream his name into a rock filled with the voices of people who were not as desolate as a storm. It no longer makes sense to be hiding yourself. There couldn't have been a hand in overlooking this undesirable situation. Together with the people in front of us, we challenge the Island of Demons again. I sincerely hoped to try.

"Well, then - everyone's in."

The sound of the woman's voice clogged Kennel's throat (throat) with the scream he was about to release.

The voice, which seemed to wiggle rotten water, echoed Kennel's ears as the voice of man, only clearly at that moment. A bell-like voice that resembles a beautiful face. A voice stained with slight joy and deep sorrow.

Kennel, who was about to jump out of Buna's trunk, somehow withdrew. The people on the rocks who were making noise also felt something in the woman's voice (wow), quieting back like they hit the water.

Pay with both hands the hood the woman was wearing, exposing her head decorated (brushed) with gold thread to yang (hi). Clear and beautiful hair descended on her shoulders and nose like a waterfall, spreading a colour that stood smelling.

- Shortly afterwards. Something spills out of the woman's face. At the end of Kennel's gaze narrowing his eyes, one more thing, two, something peeled off (was) from the woman and fell.

Someone screams in a high voice. The circle of people who were surrounding the woman retreated once and for all, and several fled to right next to Kennel.

The woman's shaped chin slipped off at the end of Kennel's gaze, unable to grasp the situation.

"Become...!

The woman's face collapses without sound. Soft golden thread, lime-colored forehead (hives), ears, nose, all flesh peeling and peeling, falling to the ground.

The pile of meat pieces that so descended became messy and stupid (ugly) and eventually sprang up (...).

Meat gushes up, swells (fuzz) up, and rises before a woman. In front of Kennel, whose eyes swept, a fangled mouth emerged from the meat mass, raising an awesome roar (like this) that rocked (yu) the air.

"This is the... 'Trial'...!?

Until just a moment ago, the loudest and noisiest spear man cringed with a mosquito (or mosquito) chirping at a distance within Kennel's reach.

The woman and the meat mass standing in the center of the rock continue to deform under the gaze of many people, eventually turning each into another being. The woman's head becomes a different neck (sign) with no ears, no nose, only a tiny crack engraved, and the meat mass -.

"Stupid! This guy is - this' shape 'is - ugh!!

The leftover white outfits in the front row scream, or the grown meat chunks thump the earth hard with a cobble as they grow and stretch wrinkly body hair from all over their bodies.

The meat spilled by the woman, which constituted a beautiful face, now shaped the figure of a giant beast. A beast with hands and feet similar to that of a man, covered in dark fur.

There was a big man bear (wearbear) roaming the Buna Forest.

"... not just Ware Bears, but Human Beasts (Ware Beasts) are all monsters of human flesh that arise from the flesh of man, fallen (are) to the beast. All the clothing bears in this forest are born of my flesh and demonic things. It's a cursed piece of meat that knows nothing about reproduction. It was originally released as one of the indicators to make it easier for the people of the birth canal to find an excellent Gentile..."

Without the woman's words, the clothing bear suddenly ran out and shook down his bush into the nearest white outfit. When the goosebumps sounded like goosebumps, the flesh and guts bursting from under the cobwebs of the clothing bear splashed like flowers.

Five remaining white outfits stuck out the blade with a scream on a clothing bear trying to put more fangs up against a deadly enemy. When the blades of the brave white outfits were caught in thick fur, or poked into the eyes and nose of the wear-bearers, many of the arms of the white outfits gripping the blades at the next moment were ripped off and danced into the universe.

The Ware Bear roars at the other Seekers as they crush their white outfits. The cry of the nasal scream (Abikokan) flew through the rocks with the blood, and many of them were launched into the sky like pebbles by the human body.

His guts and fingers come down like rain in front of Kennel, who trembles like a toddler in the shade of a tree. Trying not to happen to escape, his thick arm suddenly grabbed him and pulled him out of the shade.

A spear man runs in the direction Kennel was trying to escape. Various emotions drifted from his throat (throat), and Kennel reached out to the spear man incontinently.

The back of his hand, the fur of darkness.

Behind the beast running away like a wind to the back of his sight. to the screaming of a sounding spear man. Kennel could no longer stand up, his hands and feet shrunk and round as a fetus (usually).

… there are those who have purulent back wounds.

A voice of rotten water is dropped on Kennel in tears.

"Your will, yet, has not been heard. Will you take the test? Or go for secrets on your own."

"……… string…………"

To the trembling voice of Kennel, the woman slowly tilts her neck.

"... I'm looking for strings... thick, strings... As long as I find it... I'll, myself, turn on the cat..."

……

"I shouldn't have come... here...! Please, please, leave me alone...! Let me die easy......!

Kennel rattled his back teeth, eventually feeling the woman's cold corpse-like hands off her back.

There is still a roar of beasts and screams of people swirling around. From the top of her head, the woman said, "I'm sorry," and sounded like a single word.

"We really only want the truly good to come to the back of the island. There is no point in those who are not accompanied by strength... and those who do not bow their enemies to the point of wear-bearing, even when they come to the oldest secret. That's what this place is."

……

"Though... that wear bear might have been a little too big. I was going to make a strong individual to match the number of people, but this is going to be a battle... Those white guys had a little bit of a chance."

Next time, let's do it better.

To the woman's grass, Kennel held her head and squeezed her sinking voice into a cry (how dare you) everywhere.

... it was he who woke himself up feeling that all the noise had gone away from his ears and he was alone again.

Then it was after quite a while.