Isekai Ryouridou

"Re, Reina-Lou? What the hell is wrong with you?

A banquet outfit, Raina-Lou, is covering over me.

Try to stick to my chest.

He's staring at my face with a terrible thought in his eyes.

"Asta......" his small but fleshy lips squeeze out a slightly teased voice in his throat.

"Asta has a favor to ask..."

"Oh, please?

"Be the family of Lou, be"

A blue eye with a very serious light stares at me from close range.

"Leaving the house of Pha, to the family of Luu... be our, our family"

"Yes, what are you talking about all of a sudden? There's no way Donda-Lou or Giza -Lou would allow that, is there?

"The Father, I persuade. And Brother Giza, if you talk, you'll understand."

It doesn't look like that to me.

Is that so?

I don't want to talk about it myself.

"... why are you saying that all of a sudden? I don't know what you're thinking, Rayna-Lew."

"I want to be with Asta! I want to welcome Asta as a family member! It is not uncommon for a family member who has lost power to enter another house. That's how the people of the woods live together."

And Rayna-Lew has been gripping my T-shirt chest all the time.

"I'm sure my father has already acknowledged the power of Asta. If it's a parental decision, even Brother Giza can't go against it. Then I will take the time to persuade you!

"... and then I'll be alone again, won't I? Are you trying to tell me you don't mind?

What did I look like?

Rayna-Lew is frowning painfully.

"I also told Ai-Fa how I felt. You don't have to be brother Durm. Even at the branch, there are a lot of unmarried men. If you would put the knife down and cement your dowry feelings...... Originally even my father Donda would have been so fascinated by the character of I-Fa as to recommend dowry into the main house. Because it would not have been conceivable to recommend such a story to a person in a house whose family had been cut off like a fa..."

"But I-Fa said no, didn't he?

Besides this feast, did you even talk to Ai-Fa like that?

The feast is also far away because the doorboards have been closed.

And.

My chest was blocked by emotions similar to grief.

"… but I still want to be with Asta"

Rayna-Lew nods her face at my chest.

"Ai-Fa is a strong man. He's a scary strong man. I could not move the heart of Ai-Fa. But...... I = fa must be able to live alone. That's how strong he is."

"Well, I guess so."

In fact, I, Fa, have survived the last two years alone.

If you hadn't come across a being like me, I'm sure you'd have survived this by yourself.

But...

We met.

"Ai-Fa is a hunter. Instead of being a child, he chose the path to eventually decay into the woods, hunting for Gibba. But if that's the case - wouldn't it also make sense to welcome Asta, the man, to his family? Fa's blood hangs out in Ai-Fa. Asta, then, as a man of Lew..."

"Raina-Lou," I grabbed that smooth shoulder.

"Your feelings, okay. Thank you for showing me where I'm going.... but I can't."

Raina-Lou turns up like a hack.

I said as I watched the big tears thrive in those blue eyes.

"Neither Donda-Lu nor Ai-Fa matters. I can't do that because I don't want to do it myself. I'm not leaving Fa's house."

"Why...? The men of the division, who were stubborn, now acknowledge your power. If only Brother Ziza could persuade you over time, all of Luu's family would take you..."

"Even I love all the people here. But still, I'm from Fa's house."

I woke myself up on the ground pushing Rayna-Lew's body back as gently as possible.

Raina-Lou, dressed to crouch around my lap, finally begins to spill tears on his pompous and his cheeks.

"Sorry.... because I have work to do"

Raina-Lou stood up crying.

And.

He glanced at me at the end of the day with a very strong light in his eyes wet in tears.

"… I will not give up"

That's the last word I'm going to rush out the doorboard.

From the wide open doorboards, the festive stirring of the feast flows loose again.

I caused my body to become heavy as mud, from the ground.

(to Raina-Lou - is that the right way to go)

To welcome people like me who don't know how to live together as a family.

If I had been a being picked up by Raina-Lou, not Ai-Fa - how happy and happy that would have been.

But.

Still.

It was Ai-Fa that I met.

I can't even imagine the future of living apart from I-Fa right now.

I punched myself in the temple a couple of times before turning to the meat storage room.

But.

Again, that leg was stopped.

Beyond the doorboard, I heard a woman screaming like a silk ripper.

Is that Raina-Lou?

No, it's multiple women's voices, this.

Was there also some kind of incident?

Could it be - the alien dishes of spare ribs and hamburgers have continued, and finally someone in the man has rushed his furious hair?

I jumped out of the pantry, no matter how hard I let my thoughts wander like that.

Run by the side of the house, run by the side of Yara, and step into the Great Square.

The square is crazy.

As if the pleasant plaque up until just now had been a lie - it had boiled down with negative passion.

Everyone's gaze is pointed in the opposite direction.

You're in the direction of the exit of the square.

Has Ray or his family, who was the lord around it, left the square angrily?

I jumped out in the middle of the square, instead of the ritual fire, careful not to hit the people in line as much as possible.

Then - an incredible scene was spreading there.

(What the hell...?

Duh, I didn't understand the scene.

What and how will such a scenario be completed? That's what I couldn't imagine.

The area closest to the exit has collapsed.

Hamburgers and vegetable stir-fry, which would have been put on top of it, have been dispersed on the ground.

And...

One giant giva, dressed to stick her head in its collapse, was dead.

It is huge. It will be nearly a hundred kilometers.

But is it a fairly old giva? I have a bad hairline and one corner is broken.

And that figure is stung by a thick torso - made of grigi, many wooden spears.

Its black-brown fur is tainted with massive amounts of blood and has an amazing smell.

And Kama which fire is not yet completely extinguished, scorching the fur of Giva's head with a skunk.

The beast smell of wild giva, the smell of blood and the scorching smell of fur - it was beginning to fill the square, as if it were malice itself that tainted the night of celebration.

Gibba stuck it in your face, and the men put it up to you?

No, but I hear that Gibba, who is ferocious but also timid, has the habit of escaping if he sees a shadow, unless he encounters it at such close range.

It's hard to imagine a giva like that going into a large square with more than a hundred people, but also into a burning body.

And - even though I almost lost myself, I could have known I was right about that.

Underneath Gibba's carcass lay a flat plate.

The board was tied with a grass puller.

It's a pull plate used to carry iron pans, water bottles, etc., this.

Gibba didn't die on this occasion.

He was taken to the scene as a carcass and beaten to death.

Someone, by malice...

"What the hell? Happy feast, but it's completely quiet, huh?

Malicious, man voice.

Just a little up, the voice of a young man.

It sounds just a little familiar - a voice that is wild but a little tongueless and prolonged.

I slowly lifted my gaze.

Beyond the skank and the dull black smoke - three men stood up.

One is a big young man.

I cut my black and brown hair short, I have blue eyes, and besides being big, I don't have any traits that seem to characterize me, young man.

The other, smaller one round than that, is still a young man.

He is small in size but has muscles all over his body, his face is square, and his face looks like a dog. Her hair and her eyes glowing like wild dogs are in the same shade as the man next door.

And the last one was - a man like a meatballoon, with a bigger body than Donda-Lou or Dan-Lutim.

He's nearly two meters tall, his face, arms, belly and legs are swollen up on his breasts, and he's about as fast as he rolls than he walks.

Its forehead is retracted tremendously, and the hair of a blackish toy swirls only under its ear.

Because of that, he also looks terribly old - but his swollen face on his breasts was strangely young, and that was all I had to do to be creepy.

Well, the last meat balloon was definitely the first look, but the other two were the men in my memory.

I only saw him once almost a month ago, Diga-Sung, the tracking son of the Sung main house.

And I tied bad luck all seven days ago, Dodd-Sung, the second brother of the Sung main house.

Without a doubt, those were the men of the Chieftain Muscle Sung family that united this forestside people.

"... what happened to the parents? Where did Dan of Rutim and Donda of Lou hide? Sung, we came all the way out here to celebrate, and you didn't even say hello to your parents, did you?

Diga-Sung's upward voice clings to the big squares that smell strange.

Probably - these guys, they're intoxicated.

At least the earthen bottle of fruit liquor was lowered in the hands of my eldest and second brothers I knew.

"Didn't you like the celebration? If it was a big giva, you wouldn't be complaining, would you? The corners and fangs are stuck in exactly three. Blessings from Sung's eldest brother Diga-Sun, his second brother Dod-Sung, and his youngest brother Mida-Sun. Thanks for taking it, Rutim's family!

My youngest brother - did you say youngest brother, now?

So is this meat balloon the youngest?

Even the oldest Diga-Sung doesn't look like he's over twenty yet.

No.

I don't care about that now.

I grabbed my fist and looked softly at the people around me.

The women are frightened.

The men are - fierce and crazy.

If there was any trigger at all, so much so that I could pull the knife out of its hips - all the men had come to fruition in the hunter's eyes, in the hunter's shape.

Naturally.

The banquet of his family was made obscene.

Just because you are a chieftaincy muscle, there is no way you can forgive the proud hunters for the downers who have intruded in this way into the banquet hall.

But no one moves.

All of the men were quietly fierce and crazy, biting their teeth so hard that the sound seemed to make them squeeze their fists so hard that the blood seemed to stain them.

I hear that if you cross the blade with the Sung family of the chieftaincy, it will be a great feud that will bisect the woodland, and all the people may perish -.

So you can't move?

Is both Donda-Lou and Dan-Lutim quietly fierce and crazy somewhere in this square?

But I... I couldn't keep my mouth shut at last.

And.

I strongly thought there might be a role for me to be able to stand around because I'm not Lou or Rutim.

I bypass Gibba and relate to the men, not the black smoke ladder.

Totally - two of the three eyes burned up in a giraffe.

But.

Their eyes were staring.

"What the hell is it, you guys!?

I slapped an anger.

The men's eyes burn up so viciously.

"I haven't heard of any more guests! More than a hundred of Rutim's families, who have Luu as their parents, that's all the food I have accepted! I haven't heard anything about welcoming such a jumping customer!

"You leftovers... you foreigners who sat in Fa's house!

Diga-Sung has taken only one step forward.

The knife was naturally lowered on its hips, but it's not a distance to reach even if it's still jumped - I guess.

"What's the point of inviting such leftovers to a feast and not even speaking to Sung's house!? Originally speaking of Ming, a house that used to be Sung's family 80 years ago - I'm not going to let the Sung family say they don't deserve to celebrate while inviting such a leftover! Lu people! Lutims!

"For such a story, be the parent of Luu or Rutim! I received a price from Rutim's house, and I kept this feast! Whoever it is, I won't let you get in the way of my work!

Hand over the lead to Dan-Lutim and the others.

We create a situation in our favor by striking a straight line of honesty at the out-of-the-way bastards.

Though I had such a calculation in the corner of my head - but I was just smashing my true self.

He was just letting the anger that was coming up from the bottom of his belly slip straight out of his throat as a word.

I'll stick my fingertips in the wreckage of the unfortunate Giva.

"Please clean up this giva wreck now! The story starts with that! Do you eat Gibba's flesh while watching Gibba's remains? Are you going to soak Giva's pot while you smell Giva's blood? With my deceitful feast, I can't admit such a manoeuvre! Please clean this giva out of the square now!

"Kid, you -!"

"So if Rutim's parents allow it, let's sift through the dishes for you too! But this dish you ruined, we can't make it again tonight! If you're going to mess up my job any more, you'll be charging the Sung family for it!

Diga-Sung was just shuddering at the mess.

Behind that - Dodd-Sung pulled the knife out.

The women stagger the screams.

"You're gonna pull the knife out at the banquet hall, you crazy bastard!

A steely voice dimensioned the screams of the women.

More powerful, proud, angry voices than those of the Sung family.

The voice of Ai-Fa echoed.

"Me and my family Asta are putting themselves at this feast in a deal with Gazran-Rutim, the eldest brother of the Rutim family! I don't have the guts to tell anyone else that! There's nothing more to be done to Rutim's parents than to treat you, but if you put a blade on the person in Fa's house, there's no forgiveness!

That's how I've moved on from the opposite side of me, Ai-Fa.

Beautiful, dressed in a banquet costume.