Isekai Ryouridou

"... maybe you're the incarnation of a god of disaster or something"

When he tied his hair up, put on his clothes, and wore a leather cape refreshingly, such words were released from the mouth of Ey-Fa.

"Not at all. It's an honor for me, but its sincerity and how?

"It can't even appear at the foot like this, because the serpent of Madarama flows, and while the sun doesn't rise in the middle of the sky, Gibba roaming through the woods attacks me, and all that happens is that it's not even Loc"

Hmm, is that right?

Speaking of which, even though you're unmarried, you've been worshipped naked, right? But I wanted to say it back, but I didn't want to make the life I picked up crude because of it, so I stopped.

The decision, apparently, was correct.

Because when I shut up with my face, I immediately got a look on my face that made me regret what I said and did.

"... but it is my alarm that, despite unexpected circumstances, I was unable to detect the presence of Madarama. Because it is true that you saved it - and I thank you for that."

A little nagging as it is, a little up-and-coming, flirting with the neckline on the chest without meaning, with a critical little voice in the human audible realm, "... thanks"

He's kind of like a little kid.

I couldn't help but lean back on my chest and say, "No, well, that's okay," or something dumb.

"I didn't realize Gibba was so close to me. For me, too, you're a benefactor to life....... thanks"

Besides, I was in the mood to forgive the rough things I've done with Ai-Fa's revival.

If I had imagined that I was strangled by a serpent as it was... or something, I would seriously want to die.

"Well. Whatever it is, it's Giva, isn't it? Let's get rid of this guy while it's fresh, huh?

Gibba, who had her head slapped by an eye-fa, was still cramping her body under my feet.

It's a lot smaller than the one I ran into yesterday, but still about 150 cm in length and about 70 kg in the eye. The horns and the fangs are splendid. Even if you fight with your bare hands, you can't win first.

"Right. Cut off your legs first," I say, watching Ai-Fa put his hand on the barbarian knife, and I push "Wait, wait, wait."

"Blood drain ahead of demolition, right? What are you gonna do with it all of a sudden, tearing it apart?

"Blood drain? … blood, etc., will flow even if left alone"

"Wait! You haven't even lost blood before, have you? Then it's natural for the meat to stink!

When I turned around, I-Fa looked sincerely strange.

Yeah, I love that decent face though. This is quite a problem, folks by the woods.

"You know, the smell of meat is the smell of blood. If you drain blood, even Giva's meat shouldn't smell that way, right?

"... I'm not sure what you're talking about. Isn't blood flowing on its own?

"So that's not enough.... not if you're swallowing. If Giva's heart stops, it's too late. Hey, I'll explain later, so lend me that little knife anyway."

Receiving a knife from the suspicious face Ai-Fa, I lean on the back side of the lying Gibba.

Well - well, I said that, but the blood drain itself was just me watching the members of the Hound of Friends practice. There is no guarantee that the structures in the giva and boar bodies are identical, and whether they succeed or not is almost lucky.

(The location of the boar's blood vessels and guts looks just like a human being.)

As I remembered the words of the hunter, I felt comfortable with the Giva giant.

Giva's thick neck and chest. Give her the cuts of a knife.

And stabbed him all at once.

There's - there's hardly any blood.

Did you screw up?

Well, the world isn't that sweet.

However, I pull the knife down against my chest.

Carotid or cardiac aorta. All you have to do is hang up one of them.

As I struggled with the stiff fur, I moved the blade tip one by one - eventually, you and blood erupted.

When you rush through the knife, it starts to flood with more blush and red and black liquid.

Success, I guess. Unless you even hurt your heart directly.

"A heart is an organ that spills blood all over your body. If you cut the arteries off his legs without damaging his heart itself, he'll be able to drain all his blood efficiently."

So it's really okay with the carotid artery, but that one damages the organs of the throat, and Giva chokes to death, stopping the heart movement. Whatever the risk is, it's too risky.

"I'd really rather hang him in a tree, but that's just the heavy labor. First of all, that's enough."

Looking back because I haven't heard back, Ai-Fa was as decent as ever.

"... why do I need to drain all my blood when I only take my legs home anyway?

"Yeah?"

"I just brought home a big giva like this and let it rot without eating. If you have a family home, you may take the whole thing back to peel off your fur, but usually you only have your back legs."

"No, you're too weak! You're gonna throw away this treat and go home?

"If you leave it in the woods, Mundt the corpse meat eater and other beasts will clean it up beautifully. It's more sinful to rot without eating."

"Oh, I see. I don't mind that. But then why are you bringing your legs back? Momo meat isn't bad, but there are more delicious areas."

"That's not true. Gibba's meat stinks, but the least smelly thing is his hind legs."

Oh, well. If you don't even know how to drain blood, the area of the torso may still smell stronger than the foot. If it was my leg, my artery would be cut off when I cut it off, and there would be blood there.

Still, is it too lazy to live hunting for a giva for eighty years, but not to come to the idea of blood drain? If it's unsavory meat, overlay the drill to eat it well. It is that meanness that develops man's great food culture.

While I was thinking about it, the bleeding had stopped.

Gibba's flesh, which was freaking out and cramping, has also completely ceased its activity.

It was deadly.

South Amitabha Buddha, and keep it in mind.

"Okay. Next step.... Hey, I'm definitely gonna bring all this stuff back, huh?

"Do as you please. If fangs and horns are even safe, that's fine."

Somehow, with a complex look like he was wondering if he should be indifferent or interested, Ai-Fa shrugged one shoulder.

With that in my ass, I'm poking a knife in Giva's abdomen.

This one seems to have a better cut than the knife I used at the farm camp. Careful not to stab me too deeply, I cut open Giva's belly.

It is the removal of the gut.

This is not even that difficult a task, but only one caveat. Don't damage your stinky guts like your colon, gall bladder, or bladder. If those odors move into the meat, the blood drain will be ruined because of them.

Place the blade tip in the diaphragm and peel off the various organs.

First, the small intestine. And, colon.

Next, the stomach. Liver. Sugar. Lungs. Heart.

Interestingly enough, I could have removed it.

After all, the structure of the body does not seem very different from that of a boar.

The last difficulty awaits beneath the almost empty abdominal cavity.

Bladder.

Don't break it. Careful. Careful.

...... yeah?

Some kind of unrecognizable organ still remained under it.

Is this Giva's own organ?

In the meantime, I'll prudently peel that one off, too.

It's oval, it's so big. There are two sides to the left and right, and the response is tight.

... Ah.

Testicles, huh?

The boar I once judged was a female, so no such organ existed.

With respect, put it on a rock.

The gut removal is complete, too.

Looking back, Ai-Fa was decent after all.

"Somehow, it sounds like you're also watching in the ritual of a rumored sorcerer. Is that what you need to do to eat meat?

"I need it. But from here on out, I just can't do it here. I need to do something to get it home while it's in this condition...... what do we do?

Ai-Fa took a small breath, then abandoned him, "Wait a minute," and hid himself in the woods.

In the meantime, I decide to wash my giva's empty belly and all my fur in the river water.

Soil, grass, shit, they were stuck all over the place, but fortunately, they don't exist like dandelions. If it ever existed, it would be time for the one jumping from the body of Giva, whose temperature has dropped, to my warmer body.

"Sora, let's do this."

In the hands of Ey-Fa, who came back in about five minutes, a long wooden stick was gripped that seemed about my height.

The colors are strangely black, the shape is straight bar-shaped, and by the way a cross section with branched leaves dropping peeps. How thick is my wrist?

"It's a grigi tree. Stiff, durable and hard to break"

"Hmm. Now what?

Ai-Fa gave in silently to Gibba, and with a leather string removed from the back of his cape, he began to lay Gibba's limbs on the Griggi tree.

"I see! Aren't you familiar?"

"Let's see. You look good. This is how the men of Sung's house and Lew's house bring home the whole giva to peel their fur at home"

"Hmm. Ai-fa doesn't do skinned meshes? That cloak is Giva's fur, isn't it?

"It takes a lot of people to get rid of the fur, and it's the women's business to do that."

You're a woman, too. And did you get it on your face? I didn't say anything, but I'll stop looking at you like an eye-fa.

"I can buy fur if I give you fangs. Then you're smarter at hunting Giva while you're mopping your fur, and if you don't hunt Giva in the first place, you'll just starve to death.... and I don't have any family members to wipe my fur with. Are you complaining about something, you?

"I'm not complaining. It's just... if it's a woman's job to get rid of fur, I just wondered if it's a man's job to hunt Gibba."

"Naturally. Gibba hunters."

'Cause you're a woman.

I was just supposed to put it in my mouth.

Ai-Fa turned her face away a lot, and now she puts herself in forefoot restraint.

"I was the head of Fa's house before I was a woman. I learn from my father how to hunt and live Gibba. There's nothing disabling about it."

"Really?"

But I wonder what Ey-Fa's late father thought would have allowed his daughter to experience the skills of the "Giva Hunt".

It should not have been until the day after his father's death that Ai-Fa was isolated from the settlement. Because the night before that, Ai-Fa bought a grudge against a powerful man in a settlement called Diga Sung.

Because of this, Ai-Fa could no longer rely on anyone's power and was to live alone. It follows that his father's guiva hunting skills saved his predicament - not that he had a feeling that his daughter would be isolated in the settlement, etc.

(no... do you ever think hard)

Even my father slapped me on cooking skills. On top of that, they told me to look for something more interesting on my own than cooking, etc. What a father, maybe that's what it is.

(But this guy...)

Unlike me, I guess I didn't have a choice.

Like a man, I had to hunt for Gibba and live.

He's such a beautiful, sweet woman.

"... what are you looking at with strange eyes, you"

and, in the main, Ai-Fa stood up.

Its eyes burn like a bobcat.

And there is a little redness on my brown face.

"Ready? You made a contraindication. Originally, you can't complain about one eyeball. But I was saved from my predicament, too, so I took care of it without asking. If you're clear there, one day you're gonna see a sore eye...?

"What?" I twisted my neck and then I panicked a lot.

"Beh, I wasn't recalling your naked scene! You, what do you think I am? I thought you remembered it because it was a chest of memory!

"Disgusting! You want your tongue cut off before your eyeballs!?

"Oh, let's not do this anymore. It's ridiculous! Look, you're ready, right? Let's get him out of here!

Trying to escape the angry Ai-Fa, I gave in to Gibba's side of the head.

In doing so, a pile of carefully stacked organs enters sight.

"I really want to cook this guy up, too. I can't do it without my technology and refrigerator facilities."

"... are you serious, you?

"Absolutely. There's no part of Gibba you can't eat but fur and bone."

As I say, I snap the tip of the strapping rod on my shoulder.

Mm-hmm. That's the 70-kilometer grade. Slippery and heavy.

"If you start making weak noises along the way, I'll leave you alone on the spot."

Softly, the rear side lifts up, which reduces the strain on the shoulder a lot.

"If it's for a good meal, I'll do my best. You're the one who just got strangled, and your body's doing better?

"It's weird! Don't talk about that time anymore!

That. Maybe more than I thought, what happened just now was more damaging to I-Fa?

Well, you're a daughter of your age, even though it's "The Giva Hunt" by a man. Even if you don't have any contraindications, is it normal to be embarrassed?

Whatever it is, it's still time for a delicious dinner.

"Then let's leave! It's worth the effort. I'll probably feed you something delicious, so say hello!