Hitsugi no Maou

One Hundred Nine Stories: Two Morning Burns

The deepest part of the island of demons. Underground world filled with the light of electricity.

Sabitoga found out while sitting on a roof full of holes in the fort that a sight similar to the morning burn would come there.

White light is influenced by water vapor or some ingredient in the air or emits blue or red colors.

A rainbow belt (obi) leads from heaven to the horizon. There was a slight decrease in the amount of light in the world, creating a landscape close to a morning burn on the ground.

"I thought it was a tasteless world, but it's a bit of a temper."

From behind, the woke up straw climbs the long ladder.

Sabitoga does not reply. Straw sat down next to him and breathed howlingly.

In the eyes of a young man who deals with his country and dares to wage only one small war, there is a brilliance not found in Sabitoga's.

That day, Strawman's eyes (yeb), absorbing the rising sunlight on the edge (two) of the great hole, will still look to the future, even in despair.

Sabitoga today has no eyes that can properly reflect the shining stars. I didn't abandon my pride or my will, but something darker than that was all over me.

If I live in the future, I can't get my chest up. I didn't deserve that.

"Let's not go with you forever"

To the dialogue said in a casual tone, Sabitoga rolled her eyes (hitomi) reflexively.

Straw was laughing, throwing away all his dark stuff as he bathed his whole body in the morning burning light.

"That's good. buddy."

I should have replied right away. But for some reason, my throat was stuck and I didn't have a voice.

Sabitoga was completely unconscious and grabbed Straw's right shoulder with an unavailable hand. When I grip it all the time, I can just say 'oh' in my heart and respond (here I am).

Without surprise or confusion, Straw points to the earth of morning burn and says, "Whoa, it's spring water," indicating a splash of sea water erupting from the basement.

The sparkle of rainbow salt reflected barely the colour in Sabitoga's dry eyes.

Men from the north and east of the world who came together in their own business.

They were, at least for now, allowed to live only for themselves.