Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

And then I woke up. It's still dark around. But there was a moon floating in the sky that had not been there earlier: three. Blue moon, red moon, yellow moon. Each of the three moons of different sizes illuminates the forest. Look around the woods lit by its moonlight. I didn't get a bad feeling about hostility or anything. This way of sleeping is seriously hard. A tightly tightened crawling rope eats into your belly...

I have nothing to do... I can't move here right now. So take the bamboo that had been fed into the tree, and prune the branches within reach. Try to wrap it around your body. It's an impromptu Gilly suit. It's usually only uncomfortable but it would still be better than being seen. (10) Eat in stronger than in earlier locations. Then the stick is also scraped with a cutter knife and processed into a spear. Well, I guess this is the thing...... plugging it into the gap between my back and the tree again. Would you have done everything you could with this? Phew, take a breath.

Waking up because you can't sleep interferes with tomorrow's behavior. Nature and tensile appeared when I thought I had to sleep. From tiredness, the sleeper also came in footsteps. I gave myself up without resisting it, and when I realized it, I traveled into my dreams. I felt like I dreamed I had a conversation with a regular guy on the night shift.

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"Mmm... ah... in the morning..."

The leaking day illuminates me. The sky looking up from the gaps in the trees is blue and clear. It's sunny today. It's better than rain, but sunny weather is a little tight for an extended walk down a shadeless plain. Cloudy would have been nice if I could. I can't help but blur. Untie the crawl rope that was holding me back and wrap it around my hips. If you didn't make it to town today, you'll be in the wild again on a tree. I can't waste it.

Remove the branches that were camouflaged and check around. Apparently there is no goblin. Then start getting ready to come down. The spear will get in the way when descending by wrapping it around the rope at the waist, so drop it downstairs. Slowly he hung his legs and stepped down to the ground, gushing, and his back stretched and his bones burst. Hmmm...... sounds not good for my body but clear. I returned to the spear with a refreshing feeling.

When I return, I walk out yesterday. Today is the day to get in the mood. But there's nothing in my stomach. I'm hungry... I just need to get there somehow before I fall...

When I stop, I can't move. Proceed as if fleeing fatigue. Something sober pops into my ear like that. [M] This sound... water!

Scratch the grass in reverse. Ahead was a creek about 30 cm away. As I crawl I rub against the river and clean my dirty hands first. Then, I swallowed clear and beautiful water with my hands and drank it all at once.

"... ahhh! Delicious!"

I can see the cold water going through my throat. Sounds good. I drank water until I was satisfied and then looked up. The creek was flowing eastward, in the direction of progress, but upstream strayed southwest, not west. So this was the rendezvous point? Lucky. The creek and I will be traveling together for a while. And then there's nothing to complain about as long as there's food.

Walking for hours listening to the streams flow. When the sun crossed the summit and descended towards the horizon, I felt strange signs. What? Clear your ears softly. The sound of streams flowing. The sound of the wind stroking the plains. The sound of shaky trees stirring in the distance. And... something, retreat and, scratch the grass, sound.

Something's here.

Slowly place the spear in one hand and reach for the tweezer. The sound is apparently south. They're from the other side of the creek. Then I will dive away from the creek into the grass shadow of the plain.

Then it was the dog that showed up for a while...... no, it was the wolf. He began to lick the water of the creek as he rocked the mixed hairs of light brown and gray into the wind. Is that... an animal? Or is it a demon? I can't make a decision. But if you can tell me one thing right now, the guy was a food man. Meat that appeared in front of me. I think the Japanese quit too much while I saw the wolf and thought the meat had come. But I can't replace my belly on my back. I'm hungry. So, we hunt, I do.

Observe slowly. The wind direction is fortunately under the wind. You can't smell my dirt. [M] But you should be careful. Anyway, they have the strongest sense of smell. I don't know what triggered my location.

Slowly with the spear in your hand, slowly scratch the grass and approach. He's still willing to rehydrate. Now I'm wearing the exposed brain weather. I clenched my spear and stuck it out towards my eyebrows, hoping it wasn't as bad as when I was a goblin. Moment after moment, a wolf with his face up looks at me. The protruding spear pierced his throat, not between his eyebrows. For a moment, I feel like I've got eyes for you. The existence of living in the wild and me thrown out in the wild. It was an instant encounter. But I felt like something was running through me.

He gets his throat pierced, can't get one squeal up, pulls the puffy and fallen wolf over and breaks his throat. Keep sinking into the creek and draining blood. Downstream stains bright red. I'll just have to rehydrate here for a while... but meat. Tension builds on my first food when I come here. But you have fire to eat meat...... It's not convenient to have a lighter. I died of smoking, but I don't smoke. [M] Then that's all I have left...

Wood and I need to get a stick.

The fire managed to ignite. I wondered if my palm would go away, but whether this was also a correction by skill, the fire that was an appearance imitation was a success. Drain the blood and divide the cold werewolf skin with a slice of corn. It's very hard to cut, but only potatoes are my motto when it's skinned and delicious. The skin and meat were gradually separated for dozens of minutes while being pierced at times. Site division later, but knowledge of the area is not as good as it is. I can only cut my feet and torso properly......

Stand the detached rear leg on the side of the burning fire. The fire is on the side of the creek just in case it doesn't burn. Swallow the overflowing saliva as you watch the bursting sound of the patch and branches and the oil dripping off the meat. Uh, it smells so good. The smell of beasts does not smell raw. I lived my middle school knowledge admiring hunting and all that. It was a failure not to learn until site division, but what, if cut, can be eaten. The remaining area is connected to the crawl rope and sunk into the creek, so there is no problem of rotting.

Well, it's time to get along. Maybe. Patience is the limit. I grab the tibia and look at the meat in the shape of a fried chicken a few times bigger. Good grill. The trick is to keep the meat on fire.

"Then... I'll have it!

The meat I hadn't worn in a day was great.