Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I don't like it anymore.

Even today I lay in the shadows of the bush and lurk my breath.

A bed of odorous grass. This is my bunk, my toilet, and I'm sure it'll be a graveyard.

I want to go home.

I want my mother's cooked dinner. I didn't even think it was very tasty while I was at home, but now I think I could have as many drinks.

I wonder if my father is still at work......

With that in mind, I look up at the sky.

Instantly in the night sky, the stars line up in a completely different arrangement than Earth.

I can make you aware that this isn't my home town, even though I don't like it.

Even if I watch something like this, I just get lonely.

I lay down my face and return to my guard position again.

How many days has it been since then?

When I asked the knight lying next to me, he returned that it was just ten days.

How do you know that? If you ask,

"I was counting it right. But from here on out, I don't know if I can count properly. Oh, my God, I'm ten fingers right now."

and the knight laughed.

"It's not funny, that joke"

This knight lost his lower body in battle just now.

I can only use my fingers on both hands, so ten fingers.

It's not a wound I can heal with my immature healing magic. His life will be crushed soon.

Even so, my mouth is snarling and loose, and I'm just kidding around with crap.

I can't help but remember how creepy that unusual cheerfulness is.

In the first few days, I had the impression that you were a tough samurai. While the battle continued with insomnia, his words and actions gradually became unstable.

And horribly, I'm not the only one who got hit in the head.

Everyone, one by one, is broken. She cries, laughs and screams repeatedly, and no longer seems like a psychiatric ward.

I guess it's because this isn't a normal fight.

They say it's unprecedented that everything gets so badly glued on the front line.

Usually it's just a few hours away, ten days in a row.

Soldiers say they have run out of food, but neither supplies nor reinforcements come. From morning to evening, he talks about all the corpses of the orcs that he has stopped.

Am I going crazy, too?

I'm not sure for myself.

I just noticed they pointed me around, but they're starting to grab my nails all the time.

The contents of my dreams got all messed up with blood and guts, and maybe my head is irretrievable after all.

This is a fantasy world, and I'm a brave man, and I can use swords and magic.

Like comics and games, I thought it could work quickly.

I thought the battlefield was a place to compete for wisdom and bravery. I wanted to scold myself for how sweet a perception it was now, but I expected it to be like a sport of the dead.

But it wasn't.

Reality enemy soldiers with flesh bodies scream and ache if cut. Blood, tears, and family names at death.

Even if that's a pig human, half of them are human.

It's a fine murder.

Every time I killed my enemies, little by little, everything in me died.

I don't want to kill you. But I don't want to be killed. So kill.

He is slashed with a sense of humanity by an oak begging for his life, and vomits after his neck is snapped off.

Edged by physiological disgust and guilt, he is slashed by the next enemy with a single heart that just wants to survive.

I thought it would be easier if my sword broke straight away, a reason not to fight, and now I don't even get that.

Because I woke up with sacred sword skills.

He leveled up when he slaughtered the third oak, and was able to produce a full body of light by free will.

A testament to the rightful summoning brave. An infinite battle blade.

The news that a real brave man has finally appeared seems to have been known to the Orcs.

I interrogated the prisoners, and they're sending in reinforcements one after the other to take me down here at all costs.

They come out slaughtered or slashed with a whisker.

If they don't try to pull it off, neither can we. How much sacrifice does a large group of orcs make to human territory?

You can't run if you want to.

There's nothing ahead of me on the run.

That damned king won't help, and if he finds out he's a brave man who fled in front of his enemies, he's not going to do anything.

I just have to do it.

We just have to win.

I don't like it.

I'd like to go home.

I found the Orc soldier in front of me again.

Are you going to launch a night raid to see the approaching footsteps?

If we don't get ahead of ourselves, we'll be pierced in the stomach with that rust spear. They may release a fire arrow.

"... the knights don't like cremation anyway if I'm Japanese."

A half-body knight dying next door wants to bury him once he takes his breath away.

This man was very kind to me when he was still sane. He taught me sword moves and magic, and he shared food.

[Brave Kaiske consumes 30 MP. Activate the Sacred Sword Skill. 100% more Attack]

[It becomes a state of special attack against spirits, demons, and undead]

Van, and emit a mechanical sound, and the light sword stretches.

I don't know why such SF stiff skills exist in a medieval fantasy-style world, but it doesn't matter now.

If you hang up, that's fine.

When I stood up weak, I jumped out of the grass.

The sword of light that illuminates the night darkness makes me stand out, even if I don't like it. However, it also means that it is easy to perform the role of a

There are many wounded allies hiding in that grass.

I have no choice but to attract the enemy.

Stretch out your arms as you experience fatigue, drowsiness and nausea. It's a leisurely move, like an old Kendolier.

When I was still healthy, I swung my sword in a big way, but now I'm starting to fight with the smallest move.

It's simply because it's easier, but the odds of winning went up and down.

Even though we were often pushed by our enemies to help our allies in the beginning, since yesterday we have not lost in cuts.

Maybe the waste is disappearing from the form.

It's unnecessary power, it's humanity - those things get shredded and refined as warriors.

What the hell is that waiting for at the end of it?

"Brave..."

With Dosari. After the sound of something big dropping, the Orc soldiers put up spears.

I move the light sword just a little to the side and illuminate his foot.

I was trying to figure out what kind of stuff I put down. Maybe I set a trap.

――

but.

That wasn't luggage or anything.

I lost both legs, it was an Orc soldier. The bandages are wrapped and there are signs of treatment.

Then the orc, now pointing the spear this way, would have been walking with his wounded ally on his back.

Like me, he's sheltering a fellow who can't move. In the habit of pig bastards, I have a heart for compassion on my side. Humanity.

"Fuck! Fuck! Damn it!"

Yet we must fight.

The prisoner said. Because I hear the Demon King won't allow you to retreat. Because the only thing I'm waiting for before I run away is execution.

Neither do I. I can't pull it off.

I don't like it. I don't want to kill you. I'm everywhere, I was a regular junior high school student.

You still have to fight your enemies while you have the natural sensibility to hate killing.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!

The screamed voice is hardly human anymore.

This is really my voice, or even my own strangely beastly screaming.

My mind, my vocal cords, I guess I'm running out of regulation.

"Ohhhhhhh! Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

Behind barbaric screams, he chopped off the oak's neck in a flowing motion.

With a knife to return, he also pierces the legless oak lying on the ground.

Because if you kill and burn any enemy, it will be rice. In order to survive, we cannot choose the means.

In the morning, it was all over.

No more enemies in motion. Apparently, the Orcs have been wiped out.

The surviving knights are fumbling but winning.

I won.

It's a victory for the human army.

Slowly, I look back.

The body of the oak I planted there is piled up high.

I see text messages in my sight telling me to level up and knights without legs who should be dead laughing naggingly.

On the contrary, I have a father and a mother, and the three of them sit at the table amicably.

Keisuke, come here, too. I won't have breakfast soon, Mother said.

Dreams or illusions. Have I finally gone mad, too?

But I didn't care why, and I couldn't wait to see him again, and I started walking towards the table.

Let's take our seats.

Let me tell you something.

My consciousness broke at that moment when I stretched out my arms and tried to take the chopsticks.

The next time I woke up, I was on the bed. Stone luxurious ceilings.

"Are you awake?"

Turning to the voice, the old man was laughing with his eyes down. Costumes that make you feel wealth and power, white moustaches.

It's the king. He's looked incredibly calm since he kicked me out of the castle, considering me subhuman.

Behind you stands several escorts, with a vibrant atmosphere.

"I would love to work for you, Lord Brave."

Really? I answer.

I'd rather go home and eat my mother's handicrafts than that, but I meant it.

"No, not at all. Really great. Destroy 300 orcs by yourself. Who is this Yingjie?"

The king admires you for eating the bodies of your enemies.

"We humans have always been pushed by the subhumans. I'm very happy with the folk grass."

"Ha. Really?"

"Perhaps the time has finally come to show off the strength of the human race. Anyway, we have the strongest brave men. From now on, we should turn to attack. The Subman kills no more than one. Kill women too. Kill children, too. Kill, kill, kill, only this! Don't you think so?

"... what do you think?"

"We're going to execute the prisoners in the square soon, but if you like, why don't we take a tour?

"... Fine"

"Are you tired?

"Um. Can I have one?"

"What?"

Ask the king who shakes his neck.

"Does Your Majesty actually have any experience of standing on the battlefield?

"There are several times if you're in command"

"Never cut with an enemy soldier"

"No."

It makes me wonder what it is.

"No, it's nothing"

Those in power who order the soldiers to fight do not carry the risk of killing.

Maybe you can tell him to kill you if he's safe.

With that in mind, I was staring at the knight at the edge of my sight. A young man without legs. A young man who should be dead.

I thought it was a ghost after all, but I also see the fathers who are supposed to be alive in Japan, so I guess this is a hallucination.

Will my head heal?

"Lord Brave at times. I'm sorry I'm tired, but the battle must be rewarded commensurate with it."

……

"It's about waking up safely, and I'm going to ask you to attend the ceremony tomorrow. I am going to honor that and give you swords and hardware. Are you happy?"

"Ha."

"Dull response, huh?... Oh, what, I don't have to tell you. This is what young men really want."

The king is slightly distorting his mouth.

"From today onwards, every night, I bring the samurai into the room of Lord Brave. I'll get you a nice place. You can use it as you like."

"Ha."

"I don't mind letting you get pregnant. That would be more convenient. More blood of brave men is welcome - more descendants of good warriors"

See you later, I told him unilaterally, and the king and the soldiers of the escort left the room.

I hardly know what they said. The sound coming in from my right ear felt like it was coming out of my left ear.

When I smiled at my hallucinating parents, I closed my eyes again.

And I noticed a change in me.

The guilt I was feeling is gone.

The self-loathing of killing a creature equipped with personality had disappeared without shadow or form.

"I guess that means you were completed as a warrior."

and the voice of an example legless knight speaks.

"What do you mean?

"The boy in you is dead. You can call it conscience."

"What happens to me?

"I guess it's gonna be more broken and stronger."

"You're a hallucination I'm seeing, aren't you? It's not a ghost, is it?

"I'm your conscience."

What are you talking about?

When he opened his eyes in a daze, the knight naming his conscience had disappeared.

My father and mother were blind.

I got out of bed, tried walking around the room, but I'm nowhere.

It was the moment I lost something I should never let go of.

Lie face down on the pillow.

Think of yourself broken, kill your voice and keep crying.

Eventually one girl came up to me wondering if I heard a knock on the conn and the door.

I would do it with the samurai the king was talking about. She's a red-haired girl with good made-up clothes.

I don't know if the samurai is Anna or Anna, but I named her that kind of name.

I had no interest whatsoever.

The samurai has touched my body.

Do it. You're manly. You're strong and nice. But keep up the good work for your country, and I'll be persevering with your praise and your nerves.

I guess it's working as directed by the king anyway.

I didn't even want to resist, I was just letting myself in.

It didn't make me feel any better when I said I was being touched by a girl my age.

I just wait for the time to pass, thinking of my parents' table in my head.

My mother served rice in a tea bowl. Dad took it. Spill rice on the table with pompous because of eating while reading the morning paper. It's okay for my mother to read it while she eats, and I caution her.

Usual morning. The usual leisure landscape. What I'm really looking for right now.

"... oh brave man. Do you like it here?

You don't think your father is laughing at you, imagining him eating dinner.

Apparently the samurai interpreted her hand as delighting me - she began to wander my body even harder.