Isekai Taneuma

It happened one day. As usual, when I was hanging fishing line in the middle of the night, there was a great explosion on the riverbed and a group of motorcyclists arrived. It wasn't a late night touring, it felt like I said a runaway to see it. Even in this era, when I was surprised that there were still such people, and I was dissatisfied that the fish would run away, they acted unexpectedly.

A motorcycle ran into the old man's tent as he blew on and the engine. When the old man came out of the tent that had been knocked down in no time, he dared to run away with what he took. The others who saw it were funny and chasing after the old man. The motorcycle and walking were no match for each other, and the old man was quickly caught and dragged down by the motorcycle.

The grandfather who was watching it next to Feng raised his frightened voice and lay down on the spot. He was shaking with a bluff and seemed to have decided not to look at it completely. The action would have been right. Normally, there's no fool who sticks his neck in something like this. However, Feng didn't have any particular feelings like this, but he thought he shouldn't let go. Since I came to the riverbank, I have been taken care of a lot. He had a step-in-law to help his old man.

Feng crouched next to his grandfather and searched the dark ground for affordable stones. When I found a flint that was as hard and sharp as I could, I snuck it into my hands and approached the men.

Three men are getting off the motorcycle and laughing at the attacked old man. When he snuck behind him, he waved down the stone behind his head without any hesitation. I mean, if I hesitated, it was obvious I would fail, so I did it with the intention of killing. So the first man would have lost consciousness without realizing that he had been beaten. The second fell out in the same way. Only the third person noticed that his companion had fallen and had time to look back, but at that time, he soon sank too, avoiding the approaching stone.

Three men are lying down with blood pounding out of their heads. You may or may not die. Should I be sure to put an end to it? No, this isn't a hunt, so you won't have to stab him.

"Fuck!! What the hell was that?

When they thought about it blurrily, the people who were chasing the old man shouted when they realized that their friends had been killed. When Feng realized that he was paying attention to himself, he threw away the stone he had, looked back, and ran towards the river. The sound of the motorcycle approaches right behind me. He dived into the river hoping that the old man would run away the other day.

They're on a motorcycle, so they won't catch up to the river anyway. It turns out that the engine sounds U-turn on the riverbank, and instead there is a regrettable yell. Feng listened to it behind his back, and deliberately made a noise, swimming across the river. As he landed on the opposite shore illuminated by headlights, he hid in the lush bushes and looked back.

I could see it all from here, but I couldn't see him lurking in the bushes from there. As they squeezed their wet clothes, they chatted up something pointing across the bank, and then several motorcycles ran along the river toward the bottom. Probably going after him across the bridge. They're stupid to say that the grass is here. Feng headed for the pile of illegally dumped rubbish before they came to us. And when I pulled out a piece of concrete where the reinforcement was sticking out from inside, I hid in another bush again.

"Kids! Come on out. Hey! Whoa!!

After a while, it sounded like an explosion, and a few motorcycles broke into the riverbed. He was shouting so loudly that he would bang out the hidden phoenix, but no fool would leave. To be honest, even if she was already hiding, Feng lay down in the bushes with the intention of chasing them. Because now we know their next move is in hand.

Motorcycles are fast and horsepower, but unless they're off-road, running through bushes can take the tires and slow them down. So they will try to avoid the bushes without knowing and run the easy way. And I knew all the feng who usually lived on the riverbed. He hid beside the promenade, one of the easiest running courses of all, and waited for his prey to come.

The people who followed Feng across the bank shouted like fools at the bushes that were empty for a while, but eventually they ran the bike in pieces and began to look for the riverbed to lice. I didn't seem to have the option to give up and go home. As I was waiting, one of them came to the promenade where Feng was hiding. Whether the frustration was accumulated because it was running on a difficult riverbed, the motorcycle turned the throttle as if it cleared the plump when it found an easy-to-run promenade.

Feng saw the motorcycle approaching at a higher speed, grabbed the reinforcement bars that had protruded from the concrete pieces, and hurled around using the hammer throwing technique to jump into the promenade in rotation. The motorcycle seemed surprised by the sudden appearance of people, but it was a later festival.

A heavy shock was delivered to his arm, and a man who was directly hit by a piece of concrete was thrown out of the motorcycle and rolled. You didn't scream because you fainted the moment you hit it. It was dark and I didn't know where it hit, but I didn't care if I died or not. The fallen motorcycle rolled down the promenade and stopped by the engine sound a few metres away.

They realized they were in an accident, and they said, "Are you okay? I heard a voice. Feng said to the voice," It's okay! He replied cheerfully and then ran to the fallen motorcycle. Normally, you might have noticed, but I don't think you could tell from this darkness that the sound of the motorcycle was annoying. They started running again looking for Feng, without any particular suspicion.

When Feng took the accident motorcycle, he caught it and turned the engine. The motorcycle was sturdy, not surprised by the impact of the accident, and nothing seemed to be broken. A stunned rider will be troublesome to wake up, so it's better to act quickly. Feng crossed the motorcycle and looked around for his next prey. Then there is a motorcycle that is still stopping looking at us, worried about our fellow crashes. He made the motorcycle run without hesitation with the intention of pushing into it.

I'm sure you thought your people were getting closer to you to let you know they were safe. Despite approaching at an incredible speed, the stopping rider did not attempt to evade until the end.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

A man caught in a collision from the side of his companion's motorcycle and blew up the motorcycle. He remained straddling the motorcycle and was banged on the ground with considerable momentum, with his feet caught between the motorcycle and the ground bent in a strange direction. I wonder if my femur broke too, but a terrible scream roared at the riverbed, and at that moment the rest of the motorcycle that was running applied a sudden brake. There are two left. How to cook.....

"Hey, hey! What are you doing!?

While crossing the motorcycle, Feng lowered his posture and entered the bushes after glancing at the remaining two looking at us, fearing to wind away. At that moment, I heard a raging horn and a motorcycle approaching, but I couldn't get caught in my own garden that I knew.

The men were messing around with the knife they had in the bushes from which Feng escaped, but the feng looked at it blurrily from a distance. Lighted by the moonlight, it looked like a bonsai dance. Soon afterwards, I found a companion who was moaning nearby, and one of the others suggested "let's run away", but the other one didn't seem excited to cool off, and he waved the knife around with his bloody eyes.

Feng wandered behind the excited man and waited for his opponent's health to run out. The stone was already in his hand, but suddenly he came to think of it, and he took out the fishing line that was in his pocket and made a ring of affordable size. Eventually, when he saw a man exhaling roughly, he clasped his hands on his lap, and he sneaked behind him without a sound, and hung a circle around his neck. The neck was strangled when both ends of the thread were pulled tightly. The man aggressively tried to pierce the knife into the phoenix behind him, but it was only for that moment that the oxygen supply to the brain was cut off. He quickly lost his maneuver and desperately tried to solve the thin thread wrapped around his neck. However, I couldn't grasp the thread that was eating into my neck and fell in less than 10 seconds.

Ahhh, I'm peeling my white eyes with a funny groan. Feng picked up the knife that had spilled out of the man's hand, and looked at his eyes as it appeared in the moonlight. It's okay. Calm down. When he was relieved that his face was as calm as usual, he looked down at the man who was rolling at his feet with a rag.

Some children say that they will die from syncope, so I think vaguely that I will die without guidance... and so on, and I met the last person left.

"I'm sorry... please forgive me... I'm sorry, please forgive me..."

The man opened his eyes and repeated the same words like a parrot. You were trying to help a fellow who had been crushed by a motorcycle, and your arm was grabbing the wheel of the motorcycle with your lower back. There was a man screaming with a broken femur underneath, and both seemed to have lost their game. Feng confirmed it and turned his back and left without saying anything.

He swam across the river he had just crossed, now swimming with the swiss so as not to make any noise. He narrowed down the clothes he was wearing as he went up to the shore, cut off the water thoroughly, and then carefully returned to where he had been hiding in the bushes. There was still a grandfather and he trembled. When he realized that Feng was back, he trembled.

"No, no... don't do that."

It was repeated with a bluish expression. Even if they say no, I don't know how else to do it.

I was wondering what to say to Feng, scratching my fingers around my temples, and I heard the voices of the people who remained here. Apparently, he is rubbing the three people who broke their heads and took them to the hospital or called an ambulance. Either way, Feng got up thinking it was troublesome because he heard them say they were going to put what they did on the shelf and call the police.

"Hey, when did you break into my tent?

At least to compensate for that, he angered his shoulders and approached them. They looked at Feng like that and showed a faint expression. They screamed as if they had seen an audience and fled. Feng would only have been a gorgeous kid if they were a good year and a runaway, but now that the fellow on the other side had become quiet, it seemed that the man who was supposed to chase them was standing with a knife in one hand, causing them considerable fear.

Men dripping blood from their heads ran away on motorcycles. Feng gave up and dropped it off because he couldn't help pursuing it any deeper.

After a while, an ambulance and a police vehicle arrived across the coast. Apparently, the others on the other side called for help. Someday the cops who noticed us might come to guide him. I thought I was weak, but someday, the old man who was supposed to have run away after them came back and said excitedly.

"Hey, brother, you're so messy. But it's really messed up. If you do that, the police won't be able to shut up. I'm sure you won't miss it anymore."

"Yeah, I'm in trouble. I don't know what to do."

When the old man exhaled, he took it back to the broken tent as if he had thought of something, and handed it to Feng from the inside with a set of cassette stoves and dinner, and then brought the rucksack that he always carried.

"I think I'm asking the police to catch me if I'm here. I'll tell you what, get rid of that bare knife and get out of here. Look, you're not coming back here anymore, are you? You're not like us, so if one day you feel better, you really have to go back to where you have to go."

Faced up, he was surrounded by homeless people from all over the river. Feng, thinking there were so many people here, lowered his head to them and turned his back away from the river. Most of them were just acquaintances with each other, but I couldn't help but miss seeing them goodbye. I didn't even miss that middle school or my father's house, but it was painful that I had to leave here. It seemed that at some point this was his home ground. He went up to the ground and looked back again, lowering his head again and walking toward the city.

Nevertheless, there was nowhere to go. A place where I could sleep with peace of mind was like a park that used to be a water fountain or a fast food shop that my brother had replaced with an office. But you can't stay there forever. He revealed himself overnight at a fast food shop, and after the sun rose, he set out for a new heaven and a new earth.

In order to survive, I had to secure food. The quick thing to think of was whether to walk across the dinner or do something bad, but fortunately he had survival skills taught him by his grandfather. Neither serious nor evil was he comfortable with it, and he started walking upstream to eat.

The mountains close to Tokyo were almost clean and full of tourists, but even then, if we went a little further, there was a different world where people could not get close. The mountains in Japan are steep, and there have been incidents of distress in mountains at an altitude of 100 meters, so I quickly found a place where Feng could live in hiding.

He dared to hide there until his money ran out. The police aren't free, so if we investigate a rioter fight for a few days, we'll cut it off. That's how I started my survival life, but it was more comfortable than I thought.

The season was exactly the autumn of fruit, and the mountain had as much to eat as it could. Tochi, chestnuts, ginkgo and dongles. Akebi, salmon, persimmon, sudachi, etc. There was also commercial rice brought in, so it seemed like I could eat enough just by securing spring water.

Of course, I also tried fishing. It is only natural that we went upstream with that intention. At first, however, I was doing it with Kokoshiko so that I couldn't find it, but unlike downstream steam water, I couldn't catch it at all, so I ended up buying boat tickets and trying and making mistakes. I didn't know what was wrong, so I caught the fisherman and taught him all sorts of things, and then I caught him like a liar. It was an extraordinary pleasure to finally be able to fish after all the hard work and ingenuity.

However, not only was it fun, but I was troubled by boars in my mountain life anyway. I didn't fear people in the group and moved around in the dark, so I was about to be attacked when I was asleep, and I had terrible eyes. I climbed the tree and got nothing, but I was robbed of my stockpile of food and even deprived of my ability to stand up.

Such a time has passed and more than a month has passed. As I realized, autumn has also deepened, and the cold is getting harsher to spend the night without cold gear. Feng decided to come down from the mountain once, thinking that he would have almost woken up. It was so comfortable that I stayed longer than I thought.

It was a long time ago, but there was no particular confusion like this, and I got used to it very easily. I almost didn't spend any money in the mountains, so I left a lot of money with me, so I didn't have to have sex anymore, so I took the train on my way home.

I put the backpack down on the floor, screwed my body into the narrow gap between the door and the bench, and looked at the view of the flowing window, and I felt strangely sentimental that I was back. It seemed to me that the kettle or this concrete jungle was my home and was stained with my body.

What should I do now? There are some ways to make money. So we have to buy some cold gear and find a bed somewhere. In winter, it will be painful for a wild inn to have a boulder. It wouldn't matter if we had a nice tent like the old man... but I don't know what he's up to now. Somehow I remembered him... maybe it was bug news.

As he got off the train, he first entered the ramen shop where he saw his belly hungry. I didn't particularly want to eat it, but I was only caught at the price of 300 yen per cup, but when I think about it, it was a waste of 300 yen per meal for him now. Has it been a long time since I've been in a crowd and my senses are paralyzed? It was when I tried to put my hand on the ramen that came out with that in mind.

Well, there was too much text in the TV that was lit up at the ramen shop. What is it? "Homeless Murder" telop flows when I raise my face. I had a bad feeling and kept looking at the screen, and I saw the riverbed where I used to live. As the reporter talks about something, he is always walking along the riverbank where he was hanging his fishing line.

At that time, along with the name I had never seen before, a photo of the old man's face appeared on the screen. I couldn't react right away because the two didn't connect in my head, but apparently they were victims of a murder. The victim had been harassed by a local runaway group for about a month. Vulnerable bullies were hobbyists, but they escalated more and more and finally killed the old man. Suspects don't show color of reflection and say it's retaliation for what they've done before. Feng banged 300 yen on his desk and left the store without eating ramen.