Signs of “water” gathered in the atmosphere full of the world, whispering to the sensation that it was going to rain.
The signs of rainfall can be somewhat enlightened by nature, such as feeling humid in the wind that flows, or stopping the birds from flying low in the eyes. But it seems that the presence of a brave man is something you can learn about in a more definite sense.
That's probably due to his easy constitution to make a covenant with the Spirit, but this took weird time until I got used to it.
The feeling of being too sharp exhausts the spirit unknowingly.
If you were accustomed to normal human sensations, it would be fine.
Still, it seems convenient now, so it has grown a little.
He hurried his feelings and walked in a direction that was suspicious of the clouds.
Thanks to this, we arrived in a small village by noon, and the time we were hit by severe rain was short.
He thanked the village chief and his wife for accepting the wet traveler without a disgusting face, and when they changed their clothes in each of the rooms they were put through, he bowed his head again, "I will take care of you until the rain stops" while getting warm tea.
Nothing, it didn't mean there was a rush job, and that was the first few days I never ceased to wonder about the rain, and I was going to be quiet with a vacation I could occasionally...
After noon on the fifth day, a man named the witch who lived outside the village visited him.
"This long rain is caused by children living in neighbouring villages. If you don't hit your hand, the rain will continue to fall."
and said he left word with the villagers.
It is true that the weather remains crumbling, but although it seems unusual when it comes to lasting a month, it is about five days at most.
Besides, the cause doesn't target a child, and she's a weirdo and a bigot in the first place.
So far, I've never felt malicious, but she said it was a witch's word and I was lost.
But just as the villagers remembered that the brave man (himself) had stayed, they even came to the village chief's house to go tell him rather than worry.
Just then, there were members in the living room, except for Beryl, who was missing with the help of Mrs. 's house, who briefly discussed it with the villagers and the village chief and said she would go check it out just in case there was no definitive evidence.
Nevertheless, the general purpose of going to the neighboring village to ask if there is any trouble caused by this long rain is to have a feeling about the child.
The village chief looked at the window and said he was sorry, but this is the one taking care of him, and if we're going to consider pinching Monster Field on the road between the neighboring villages, it's best we go ourselves. So that mutual consideration doesn't get so heavy, it's up to me and the other one to go, and then we'll keep looking after them here ——— settled down with that proposal.
Then I was able to take Sorol and set up the village and reach the village chief's house in the neighbouring village before sundown.
The primary purpose is to make sure that there is no trouble due to the rain. I am somewhat worried about vegetables in the field, but so far there have been no reports from anyone of life-threatening problems.
That said, the village chief has a good voice, a good complexion, and thinks, "If I waited a couple more days, it would stop raining, etc.," which seems to impress me better to hear on a straight ball than going in from exploration. Actually, someone named "The Witch” who lives off that village says that the cause of this long rain is in the children who live in this village, do you have any idea? and ask succinctly.
The frantic mayor was surprised by the words and gave a flashing look for only a moment.
"Our son will be the only child who is less than fifteen in this village right now"
and muttered quietly.
The village chief put a soft smile back on his solidified expression when we came across each other's awkward thoughts on the leaked word, but before we followed up here that it was a witch's word, it conveyed more the feeling that it was not something we were particularly suspicious about.
Though it is a witch's word, they can divulge an unseen event, so let's think about it and check with our son, just in case. Talking about what he remembered, because he seemed to be studying in a cage in his study these days, and calling out “only to invite him to tea," he took a seat at his natural waist and picked up his own son.
As soon as Sorol said, "Aren't you suspicious?," he muttered, "so I ask him which part of the exchange was suspicious so far.
"It's obviously suspicious that you've suddenly started caging in your study lately. I think you're lying about studying. There's something really awkward going on and I don't want to see my parents face to face as much as possible."
And he said, "Oh, yeah? I thought," Maybe a trivial thing prompted me to see a future statue and wake up to study? When I returned it, I was told that such a special winner was seldom born.
Though I felt strange that words like that would return to the behavior of the boy just like myself or a little below. Sorol is always surrounded and living by adults, and concludes that it is probably because of his aging mindset compared to his children of the same age.
Now, when I was about that age, I wonder how my awkwardness toward my adoptive father (Chi) was done.
That guy who looked like a person and was letting that fruit seep through some mean air. He said he was the one who pretended not to see it, pretended not to know it, and always made people say and do things that poke at the core of this one. And even more so, because it was always a “good” time. That's why I gave up on hiding early and started talking to him as soon as I felt a little awkward.
I can't remember staying with something wrong when I think about it and staying for a long time.
I don't think I've ever had enough awkward problems to think about it.
Then he said that maybe the problem with a boy like Sorol feels is something he doesn't know or realize. Of course, I can't decide at the moment that the boy (he) is the cause, but I think I'd rather watch my actions with care.
The mayor, who appeared with a little extra tea treat, then introduced his own son, who appeared in the room, passing the time with a story of no other love until the tension and the stiffness of the boy's movements that he could receive subsided. When the boy's nervousness began to heal, the village chief took a seat because he was going to get ready for the room, and pretended it was insignificant to signal, "Has anything unusual happened recently?," I ask slightly farther.
Face to face resembles the village chief, but with eyes that seemed to have a stronger will than moderation, he made a face that traced his memory that there had been no unusual events. The atmosphere wasn't as suspicious as it was telling lies, and Sorol didn't respond in particular, so I guess it's unintentional and unconscious, even if the cause was on him. I stopped talking about it, even though he wanted me to tell him if he remembered anything.
Then meals and liquor are transported and spent talking to several villagers who appear to have been interested in “brave men". After the belly-filled boy stepped back toward the room, he looked clearly horrified when he told the village chief who had become alone that he did not think it was the cause.
And he said, "My wife died when that was little, so I was worried that I wasn't making her feel lonely or that she had something to say. I really suspected that you might be causing problems in places I don't know..." he whispered shyly.
I heard the words, and, oh, you love me.
The boy (he) is loved, such thoughts gush, and he is wrapped up in a warm heart.
In the recent frustration and the consequent comfort of soothing fatigue, he said that at some point there was no room in himself. I get noticed that way and accidentally leak a bitter laugh.
The small banquet also came to an end, and when I returned to the room that the village chief had prepared in his favor, I went straight to sleep with Sorol.