Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Give me fifty years before now, the herding people were more than twice what they are now.

I was one of them again, born into one militant tribe or another. Sounds good when it comes to militants, but worse, bandits. He usually keeps livestock, but often also takes it from other tribes and settled villages if he wants a wife. At last, I also did a side business of trafficking in human beings for robbery.

Ah, don't stare. I think it was bad. At the time, I didn't have any questions, and that's what I thought living was all about.

Then we'll keep talking.

I was only a teenager, but the bow arm was also bought by the chief. He also actively joined the robbery. It's worse to be hit, it was the arrogance of the side that kept winning all the time.

The arrogance had spread throughout the tribe.

One day, the chief's son said. "I want the daughter of a wind-reading tribe".

The Wind Reading Tribe is that. He was, so to speak, a cleric entrusted with the sacrifice of the entire meadow. Have a bird, read the wind and move the meadows. There are many wise people, and they hit the weather that year perfectly.

Even the herding people, many of them rough, had implicit understandings. Don't let the wind-reading tribe get away with it.

Our tribe broke it.

For the dowry of the next chief, he attacked the tribe of wind readings. Just in the middle of the festival, they didn't have weapons like bows or swords. What did you have? Funny thing is, all they need for their festival is a bird that's been tampered with and a wax.

The women follow the birds, and the men dig back the soil.

You don't know what that means. But that's what they call a festival. It's like a peasant, said the chief's son. "Discuss it," he said.

I squeezed a chisel and a bow. Pan and arrow flew, drew an arc, and hit the head of the chief of the wind-reading tribe.

That was the werewolf smoke in the war.

I didn't need any skill to kill those guys who didn't have weapon-like weapons and were just digging back into the dirt. It was tantamount to chasing around the deer at hand.

At that time, I realized that the plunder was the worst thing I had ever done in my entire life.

I had no hesitation in killing the people who were revered as clerics. Rather, there was more agony than what I usually do. I wonder why that was the fear of killing a cleric. Maybe he thought if he kept it alive, he'd tell God.

All grown men killed. The woman left only the young one behind. Hungry ghosts sold them off as slaves, and the birds they kept became our supper.

Chest shit. Bad story. But I was doing it. There was even a sort of exhilaration.

That's why I didn't notice then.

There was one dull bird, pecking at the ground in the middle of a loot. I didn't care, I poked. I found out later that it was eating the seeds of disaster.

Then, our tribe did what it wanted with more before. The son of the chief caged the daughter of the wind-reading tribe, and the daughter conceived the child. It came when the daughter conceived her second child.

A black shadow that fills the plains. Black as if smeared with shaggy and charcoal, at first, I thought it was an out-of-season rain cloud.

I have tinnitus. The cattle squirm. Children look at each other anxiously and women embrace such children.

The man who said he was going to see how he was doing on the horse came back a while later looking dead. Her skin and hair were blurred as well as clothes. The horse was excited and struggled to calm him down for a while. There was a thousand bite marks on something, and I asked what attacked me.

You guys look like you've got a star on your face about what's already here. But let me talk to you properly. People in the village don't believe me at all.

I didn't even have to ask the scout man.

That just caught up with our camp.

Bugs. Tons of bugs you can't count. Locusts.

Accidental feathers and a deafening chewing sound. That strikes the tent.

The sheep who were eating grass became a surprise scatter and the dogs had to squeal exactly like losers.

The men wielded their swords like no other. I can't even slap him off like that. That's why I wielded the pine lights completely badly. The locusts on fire caused further catastrophe because it was something that would fly straight to the other men.

I didn't know why, I just had to trample the locust that was on the ground. Each one is about two inches of featherworms, and we were eaten in a giant bug's belly at that time.

The girl and child hid in the tent, but they keep coming in through the gap. From within the tent, hungry ghosts cry out. The mother can't even fool herself and screams out. I cursed the men who couldn't protect their families from the locusts. The women who had been taken away and forced to be daughter-in-law were so stuffed with cut wings that they hit the real deal.

The worms were tired of the grass alone and ate our food.

Wheat, beans and some vegetables were chewed from the original, even dried meat. The tent was filled with holes everywhere, and after the bugs had left, there were screaming tired humans and countless carcasses of bugs.

Everything was eaten. Livestock also escaped.

I managed to catch a horse and headed to the village to get food. I chose the unbroken face because I use bandits as my business. I chose...

I approached him and was shot with a bow. I never thought I'd be able to shoot without even confirming who it was. I left my buddy who was running late. He showed his back without being able to do anything to reach out.

Looking back later, the villagers were retrieving the horses on which their companions and companions were riding.

You'll know when you think about it. Our tribe wasn't the only one starving from nothing being attacked by a locust.

I prayed that my abandoned companion had at least died without suffering. Though I thought it would be disproportionate for us to pray that we killed a tribe of clerics.

We ran out of food. We killed less livestock. Sometimes I broke my stomach by putting grass in the juice (soup). The hungry child ate the flying locust that had fallen, but one of them died. Was it also poisonous to the locust, or because he ate his legs without cutting them a thousand? It was undernourished and a lot thinner. If we don't have enough food, we're going to die from weak individuals.

Not to mention, it was natural for a pregnant woman who needed twice as much nutrition to be weakened.

Only my stomach is swollen to my lean body. I was in the position of the next chief's wife, but after that tragedy, I couldn't even eat properly. The first child clings to his mother. He was shaking his fingers and deluding himself of hunger.

It was self-evident that it was stillbirth.

The chief's son was discouraged by his second son. It was the wife of a dead body after giving birth that made the chase even more.

"You interrupted the festival. There are no more festivals for wind reading. The people of the meadows will continue to be threatened by insects, perpetuated in the future"

years of being tragically murdered and captured by the tribe. It was a word I've been accumulating. The woman laughed high, holding a dead baby and a slender child and holding her out of breath.

As the woman put it, we talked about how this disaster originated because of our tribe, which interrupted the festival.

Our tribe was to be pursued as a common enemy of the meadows.

I only hope I deserve it. Still, we were obsessed with living.

He ate grass, ate bugs, sometimes killed them, sometimes killed them and kept running away.

A hungry man ate the meat of his dead companion. That was not enough, I tried to kill even the living. My left eye is because the guy who tried to eat me unleashed an arrow. I pulled the arrow on the spot and gave it back.

I ran away from eating and being eaten. Where he escaped, he was nothing, hungry and dry. Why did you go all over the city smelling like wheat porridge?

The cooking of the lord's grace, the porridge that seemed to be mistaken for saltless livestock bait, was above all good.

I got stuck with tears and snot. Dirty me, I got caught by the guard as it was. Someone from the city's residents knew me as a bandit. I wasn't willing to resist or do anything anymore, and I even thought it would be nice if I could eat in jail. I looked forward to seeing how many meals I could have during the time I was tied up, that's all.

But I never turned a rope around my neck.

Instead, it was the amputation of the finger pulling the bow. And I was slaughtered. I still think it's a much sweeter punishment, considering what you've done.

The festival of the wind-reading tribe, the lord also knew. The reason why rice was eaten following an unintelligible festival was because the lord was protecting the wind-reading tribe. The festival, which supposedly didn't make sense, made sense.

What, what's a lord? Can you tell by the family of the deceased now? It was before the rise of Yuan (Gyokuen) came out.

And the tribe of the twain knew about the feast of the tribe of the wind reading. So by putting the serfs all over the place, I decided to make them take the place of the Wind Reading tribe.

Raw hate, I can only plow the soil. I didn't really know the clan was going to manipulate the birds. I have about a chicken in my hand.

You're right. I'm only kept alive to have a festival. It's a sacrifice by the name of a serf.

This is a village made by its sacrifices. The temple next to the house is dedicated to the wind-reading people we killed. You paid my tiny life for killing a cleric, for calling disaster. If you look around, I don't care what you think.

Well, that was seventeen years ago, too.

And the clan of the slaughterhouses was gone, and the serfs disappeared as they please. Some of them have returned to the bandit business again. I was a rough guy. Hmm, does it feel like you ran into a bandit to see how it looks?

What, why did I stay?

Mmm, because I don't want to be eaten by a locust again.

I'm sorry again......

Okay, Long. This is what I used to tell you.

Any questions?