Isekai Ryouridou

Then a few hours later, when the Jomtien sun was about to tilt obliquely - the signs of an untimely commotion approached me suddenly.

What? What do you think it is, a little figure jumps in through the entrance that was open for ventilation.

"Hey! How's it going, Kamadu!

"Wow, I'm surprised!... Le, Rud-Lew, what's wrong with that look?

It was unmistakable, Rudd-Lou, who was supposed to have headed for the woods.

But the men who went out hunting should return more after dusk approaches, and besides, Rudd-Lou was - all over his body, covered in red blood.

Yellow brown hair, giva cape, still slightly thin face, arms, feet, bloody.

With that bloody face, the boy grinned.

In my eyes, the hunter's fire is still dull.

"This is all Giva and other human blood. I can't believe I'm gonna get hurt! I'm not worried about you, Kamado."

"What other person... whose?

"Lyada-Lou of the branch.... Well, maybe not anymore. I got my foot thoroughly stabbed in the corner of Giva. Even if you live forever, you can't go out into the woods anymore."

I think I might have turned pale.

Look at me like that, Rud-Lew laughs like a beast again.

"So you're not worried about being out of sight! This has nothing to do with the job you asked me to do! Usually they don't have a herd. The Gibbas came in three heads together, and Lyada-Lu got fucked. I was about to die from a broken bow, too, so I cut my throat with this guy. I was tired of it instantly, so I didn't want to use that meat."

All I can say is, "Well..."

Seeing, Satti Ray-Luu and Lara-Luu, who were simmering iron pots together, are watching their families with a terribly quiet face.

It seemed to delight in Rudd-Lou's safety and pity the misfortune of his family - whatever it was, it was a tranquility that made him feel the power of a mortal by the woods, not prepared to be anything like me.

Rud-Lew muddled his blood-swet cheeks with the back of his hand, "Hmm!" and laughs like it doesn't even seem funny.

"Thanks to you, I was able to harvest plenty of fangs and horns. I had to get Lyada-Lu home, so only five of us came home first.... I wonder what it is. It's a harvest cycle, for sure, but there are too many giva! Asta, Fa's house was almost on the north side, right? How's the woods these days?

Finally, I went back to Asta from Kamado's turn.

Probably in such a state of excitement. The hunter with the eye of the beast gradually changes into the usual look of a petty boy.

"Oh, yeah. I don't know what's going on in the woods, but I do think we're getting caught more often all of a sudden. Um... in the last ten days or so, I think I've got four more."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Fa's house doesn't have any other family, does it? What kind of joke is four heads in ten days alone, Asta?

"Hmm? Did I miscalculate? Um, I first came home from Lew's house, and the day after that, I started making kamado - yeah, maybe the 12th or the 13th. So, four heads."

"I'm with you!

I got stuck with great momentum.

However, since the calculation is that there are three heads in a row from the day after Kama completes, and one head is added afterwards, I can't really make a mistake.

"Are you serious? You can't even surround yourself by yourself, so you just have to wait for the one that gets caught in the trap, or bump into the excited one like you did today, and there's no way to hunt, okay? So you'll never be able to get four or anything in ten days."

"No, 12 or 3 days..."

"That's why we're together!... Are you kidding me, Sacrifice Hunt?

My heart moved irregularly at the sound of the boy's heavy voice at no time.

"Le, rud-lu? What do you mean," sacrifice hunt "? I guess that's not contraindications or anything by the woods...?

"No? Now I've only done it the old way that nobody else does. If you care, ask your parents directly."

Okay. I'll make sure I do.

At that time, Sati Ray-Luu called him "Lud-Lu" in a calm voice.

Rud-Lew hangs a single eyebrow and then looks back.

"Is that it? Are you here already? What happened to Lyada-Lu?

When did it happen, some men stood outside the entrance where Rudd-Lou was standing.

One of them, the smallest and youngest, moves forward in front of Rudd-Lou.

"Lyada, my father, took his life. But it looks like they cut off my leg muscles. You won't be allowed in the woods anymore."

"Hmm. Then tomorrow you'll be the head of the family, Sin-Lu?

"Oh. I'll take over my father's house."

That's what I did, Rudd-Lou and I seem to be very much the same age - I mean, he was a man who looked younger than me.

Long black brown hair and dark brown eyes of color. He has a more adult look than Rud-Lu, but his physique hasn't changed much.

Rud-Lew said, trying to peek the boy's face from across.

"I'm facing you. You're going to feed five families on your own. Finally, isn't that a cliff, dude?

"No problem. In two more years my brother will grow up.... Until then, I need your help."

"Until then, we'll always be family, won't we?

Like angry, Rudd-Lou thrusts that shoulder.

Then the boy, called Sin-Lu, smiled clumsily in his mouth.

"It's because of you that my father Lyada didn't have to lose his life, Rudd-Lou. I'm proud that you're a family member."

"That's not what I'm saying! It's depressing, you!

"... than that, Fa's family, Asta"

"Huh? Yes?

"I brought one Gibba. This is the only one so far that I think I've successfully 'drained blood' out of the three I've put in place. We heard from Donda-Lou that Asta ordered us to do what we had to do."

Really, Rud-Lew flies up.

"Wait a minute! I can't keep working dressed like this! I'll wash my body in the water, wait!

and look back at me as I push Sin-Lu's body in the dark.

"All right! Don't start first! If I start, I'll blow them all away!

That's how the bloody boy ran away.

The boys and men left are staring at me from outside the building.

"Um, well, can you just get ready to peel? I'll be on my way as soon as we clear this place up."

"- Admitted."

"I'll show you, then," Satti Ray-Luu leaves on the table.

When you and I were alone that way, Lara-Lew, who had been silent for so long, breathed "ahhh".

"Did Lyada-Lu get hit by Gibba too? Sin-Lu is in trouble now that there are only women and children in Llada's house."

"... what kind of relationship are those people in for the Lara-Lu people?

"Hmm? Lyada is the younger brother of Donda's father. Sin's only mother, sister and two little brothers, so Sin's the only man who can hunt for Giva anymore."

It is somewhat of a magical face, and the tone is honest.

It looks like he is wholeheartedly showing the fate of a boy named Sin-Lu.

"I'd be smarter to let my sister take even my son-in-law, or else I'd go into another house with every family member. It's absolutely impossible to be a parent at only sixteen and protect five families"

It didn't seem like a problem for the rest of us to be able to talk.

Still, if relatives like Rudd-Lou and Lara-Lou are right around the corner, I want to believe that a boy with that quiet expression will not be crushed by a harsh fate -

"Then I'll go over there. It might take a little while, so could you bake some Poitan for dinner while you're at it?

"... What are we going to do with this?

On the workbench with the round-tails, the results of the research over the last two hours have not been hot or fresh.

These are poitan based broths stewed with a combination of different vegetables, mainly Gigo, presented to me by Lara-Luu.

Clearly… more than half of it is a substitute that is reaching the realm of Getemono cuisine.

"Yeah. Let's boil and dry more of the one that was too bad and finish it to a baked poiton.... you can't just throw it away."

It doesn't taste the same where it's baked, but as far as I'm concerned, it's still easier to eat solids.

"You're amazing, aren't you? I've never seen anyone treat food like that before."

"I admit I'm immature, but stop trashing him! I'll put it in my stomach!

Even I only made samples that looked like a dangerous combination of about two bite sizes for each of the three of us, but I still wasn't going to be an extra feather.

And I also think that sin is something I want to blame because it is the main cause of Lara-Luu's refusal to taste in my stuffiness. I don't care if you're in this woodland area. Let me make it popular.

"But, well, thanks to Lara-Lew, Daiyuan is up, so here's another push. It's nice to see you after this, isn't it?

"Hmm!" he left Lara-Luu, turning that way, and I headed to Gibba's demolition room next to him at the granary.

Say hello to Sati Ray-Luu, who came out to replace him, and step in.

"Wow... this is a big one"

From the beam of the ceiling, a 90-kilometer class giva was suspended.

He'll be about my height. The horns and fangs stood together in stunning curves, the male Gibba.

I guess the fur has already been washed. The black brown hair is wet tightly.

This demolition chamber only had a peek from the outside, but it is a landscape killing room where large and small blades and ropes knitted with cranberry grass were hung on the walls.

One small kamado for simmering a small pan. There are no other schedules that seem to be in order.

Four men standing there quietly looking back at me.

One is Sin-Lu.

Plus, one old man and two magnificent men.

Everyone has a disappointing physique, except Sin-Lu, and is silently waiting for my word.

"Thank you for your hard work.... So let's peel it off first. Rud-Lew will be back soon, so I'd like to work on dismantling the meat."

One of the men nods and pulls a thick-bladed knife out of his hips.

"Wait.... can't you let me do the skinning job?

It was Sin-Lu who gave him that voice.

"My father Lyada can't move for a while. In the meantime, I have to get a skin-peeling job by myself. Of course, the procedure is thorough, but I want you to know how hard it takes."

A man with a knife out looks back at an old man.

The old man nodded one, and the man put the knife in the leather sheath.

Put down "thank you," and now Sin-Lu pulls out the knife.

"It's Asta from Fa's house. Can peeling be done the same way as before?

"Er, right. Can you ask the fat to stay on the side of the meat as much as possible? Because it doesn't hurt the fur."

"- Admitted."

Gibba is hung with a rope on her right hind leg.

From its groin to the bottom of its neck, Sin-Lew cut it open with a skillful sword judgment, sloppy, all the way.

Further, he makes his way from there to the limbs, in front of his hooves, and puts a slice around his ankle.

The procedure is not very different from the way I do it.

Are you saying that water is also available for dissolving fat on blades, and that if it is still for the same purpose of "peeling", it sticks to the same conclusion even from different cultures?

If Giva had been hunted for meat without abnormal reproduction, etc. - I'm sure, in the same way, something called "delicious eating" had been studied and a way of eating that was not significantly different from my world had been devised.

Only lizards and insects are eaten in the south forest, and because of their fangs and horns in the Morga forest, the forestside people who were hunting for giva to keep their fields safe are now trying to evolve a culture of meat.

That's an evolution based on values brought to me by people from different worlds, such as "I'd be happier to eat something delicious" - that makes my spine a little colder when I think about it.

It's the right thing to do, it's a great thing, and there's no such thing as an absolute person to admit it. Is it really permissible for me to be just a tiny apprentice cook to have that much influence on the food culture of the forest folks counting a total of 500?

(... if you can't forgive me, get me back inside that fire scene)

If not, I can only live like this.

If it's just a life of killing your own existence, scrubbing in poitan juice that doesn't even seem delicious, and collecting even vanilla and firewood - it's not my life. That would have been better if I had burned to death like that.

He called my food "delicious," he said "I like it," he asked me not to disappear, "and along with the people who allowed me to exist in this world, I want to live as me.

While he was thinking about it, Gibba was twitching and getting his fur peeled off, beginning to expose the white flesh in it.

He is still a forest people, even though he is young. My arm strength is not the same as mine, so my work speed is definitely fast.

If you notice, sometime Rudd-Lou stands next to me, arms up, and watches his family.

The extremities were overpeeled.

But now it's the real deal.

At any rate, the opponent is in the 90-kilometer class. It would take a couple of hours lightly if I were you. Even the hunter's arm by the woods will never be an easy task.

But still, no one tried to speak or take their seats off, and we just shut up and watched as the boy who gets his parental seat from tomorrow skins Giva as he sweats.