Legend

Traveling about 20 minutes from the woods, you reach a wide meadow. Descending to a place with a large rock among them, Ray finally exhaled.

"Don't worry about it."

"Gru."

As he leans against the rock and lowers his back to the ground where the grass is growing, Seto rubs his head as he rings in the back of his throat.

I grin as I scratch that head with dust.

"Seto, thanks to you, I managed to escape the woods."

"Grrrrrrrr"

Don't worry about it, honking my throat in the wind.

"Let's just say we reveal it here overnight, and tomorrow we'll find a place with people from the city and the village. … but according to Zeppyre's knowledge, there are no cities or villages around here… well, I wonder"

Doubts springing up in Ray's chest. That's because there was absolutely no information about water bears or blade mushrooms in Zeppyre's knowledge.

Certainly with hundreds of years of blanks, information would sometimes be incomplete. But is it possible that there are no more than two demons living around their safe houses? There was usually information about the wolf, the beast, so I guess it's not completely untrustworthy. The same applies to the size of forests. According to Zeppyre's knowledge, the forest was smaller. It wasn't on the scale of riding Seto for at least 10 hours and finally getting out......

"Gru?"

"Right. Can't you help worrying? Let's just get you hungry and get you ready for tomorrow. Seto, bring me the tree over there.

Ask Ceto to bring a tree the size of which is falling at the end of his gaze, and he takes the part of his arm out of the meat of the water bear from Mystering.

Because the meat in the bear's palm was delicious, although it is a knowledge in memory.

Hit the right arm of the removed water bear with a misrill knife and poke it into a dead tree that was falling nearby.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Just when I had about 10 skewered meats, Seto came back to me as I rolled the fallen tree on my forefoot.

Seeing how it goes, I take Death Size out of Mystering, admiring the strength of Seto's power.

"No way, the first thing I cut in a sickle is firewood or something... what would Zeppyre do if he found out"

Even with a bitter smile like that, when the blade is rolled out with a single flash, two flashes, or three flashes while instilling magic into the death size, the fallen tree is cut into small pieces and transformed into firewood.

Prepare to burn and cast a spell where sufficient quantities have been gathered.

"Flame, gather at my fingertips. Little Flame '

The flames that appear burn to the burning fire, and the skewers of the bear meat made earlier, taking a moderate distance from the flames, are protruding to the ground to prepare the camp.

Exactly. There were no camping goods such as sleeping bags or tents in the mysteries either, so the bonfire in front of me becomes Ray's overnight friend.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Soon the meat begins to burn in flames, and Seto leans toward Ray as the appetizing scent drifts around him.

I can't wait, but I cut and give him raw meat that I haven't even stabbed in the skewer yet, bitterly laughing at Seto rattling at the back of my throat.

"Take this meat and eat it until it's cooked."

"Gru."

Stir the raw meat fillets straight into the couch and chew several times to swallow. And give me more with those blue eyes, and give Seto a new fillet of meat as he sees it coming.

(I guess humans should chew and eat a lot, but I wonder about griffons)

About 5 minutes while feeding Ceto like that. Finally, the meat that was cooking on the bonfire also passes through the fire, pulling its skewers out of the ground and hitting the gravy dripping meat.

The first thing I felt was the overwhelmingly aromatic taste of meat. Ray, who used to be fed bear meat tailored by a hunter who lived in the neighborhood, thought at that time, 'Well, it doesn't taste bad...?' It was. By comparison, the meat of water bears tastes so much like what Ray already knows about bear meat that it's no mistake. Whether it was good to dismantle the demonic stone and drain blood as a result when taking it, or whether the smell of blood raw, which leaves little to be felt, is also rich in flavor by adding to the taste of meat characteristic of wildlife.

However, since there is no seasoning at all at all, will it only taste pure meat? It would be a lot different if it was just salt at least.

Actually, I didn't know Ray, but demonic meat basically tends to taste better the higher the magic power he has. Although the tendency is only tendency, there are demons with high magic and unsavory meat, and demons with low magic and delicious meat. I guess I was lucky to have water bear meat the first time I ate it in that sense.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Give it to me, too, and when I offer the skewer to Seto, who sticks out his face, he cleverly takes the meat from the skewer with the couch and carries it to his mouth. Ray was carrying meat into his mouth for a while watching how it was, but after eating all the way and satisfied, he takes out Clara's fruit instead of dessert and sticks around.

When I quickly put that fruit with sweet and sour fruit juice and pulp in my belly, I stood up taking the Death Size, which lay flanking the ceto that was stuck in the remaining raw meat.

"Gru?"

Seto turns his gaze when he realizes how Ray is doing, but decides there is no danger around him. Once again, he becomes obsessed with raw meat.

While smiling bitterly at Seto's condition, he travels a little further away and starts to be flexible as if to put the Death Size against a nearby rock before making sure his body is in good shape.

Reiji's body in Ray's memory did have that much softness, but Ray's body had more flexibility than expected.

Firstly, it is possible for your palms to touch the ground with pettiness when you reach straight without bending your knees while standing, and there is still room for more.

Afterwards he also appropriately did the flexibility exercises he learned in middle school and high school, for a few minutes.

"Well, that's about as good a prep movement as it gets."

So groan, take the death size that was standing on the rock in its hand, and hold it with both hands.

"Ha!

Mood flashes. Death size blade rips through the sky. But he didn't seem to like anything, so he leaned his neck and set up Death Size again.

"Ha!

Flashing again. My body twisted differently than before. He was aware of the rotation of his hips when swinging down the death size and was released so that the movement could be accurately transmitted to the death size.

"Well, this is how it goes"

Did you understand how Death Size is handled in just two swings down, keep right to left horizontal swings, and vice versa, left to right horizontal swings, repeating as many bare swings as you can think of as a blow from the bottom up.

That will last for about 30 minutes. At first, I let my arm force handle it somewhere. I gradually become free to manipulate the death size. Can you imagine that speed being anything but jealous when you see the presence of normal warriors and swordsmen?

The death-sized blade that swung down on the hanging stops just before it hits the ground, jumps up as it adjusts to come directly above the blade, and then swings straight to the side.

If the present series of attacks were carried out on a human being, he would first be slashed with a large sickle in a hanging position, then his right arm would be severed with a cut up blow, and his neck would be skipped off his torso with a flash of lateral giraffes.

He then wields the Great Sickle continuously, sometimes using the pattern like a spear or stick, as he used against the water bear, to show tricky movements combined with a death-size blow, while becoming more accustomed to the death-size treatment.

What Ray was already doing was putting in an initial blow and stopping, another blow, not an inexorable move like that, but a dance so sharpened that it was not an exaggeration. The blow of the blade being wielded has sharpness as if it were to cut the air, and the blow pierced by the pattern looks powerful enough to pierce it if it's semi-productive armor.

Ray continued to be unconscious in a move that could be described as such a death dance. And the movement is getting more and more sharpened...

"Ahhhhh!

He stopped the movement by flashing a death size directly next to him with a blow all over his body.

"Huh, you're almost used to it."

Already hours after I started training at Death Size. Even if the user felt little weight as a death-size ability, Ray was not disturbed by one breath as he continued to wave a giant sickle without a single break.

"You mean that's the flesh created by the best magicians in the world? I don't know if I'm gonna be short of breath if I keep moving without a break."

There's sweat on my forehead, but when it comes to the changes I can see, it's to that extent.

Returning to the burning place with the Death Size, Seto was throwing firewood into the burning fire with a couch. No shards of meat on the right arm of the water bear have already been left, beautifully boned alone and rolled to the ground.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Welcome back, Seto greets Ray by ringing briefly with his throat, as though.

Unlike the usual griffon, Seto is born on the basis of Ray's out-of-digit magic, so his thinking is human compliant, or something higher. Proof of this would be understanding Ray's words. I knew that what Ray was still doing was checking the specs of his flesh and training him to use a hard-to-handle weapon called the Great Sickle, so I stood still even if it was Seto who wanted to be sweet.

So.

"Seto, can I get some water?

"Grr!"

When Ray asked me to do that, I was happy to activate the water polo.

When the water balloon you put out on Ceto floats in front of Ray with Pukapuka, Ray sticks his hand in there and washes his face with water.

"... Oh, shit. Don't you have a towel or something?"

I noticed the failure immediately, but when I cut the water with my hands appropriately, I decided to leave it to natural dryness.

"Gru."

Seto rings with a sweet voice as he leans against Seto's body sitting on the ground.

Think of your plans for tomorrow in your heart as you deal with Seto rubbing your head against you.

(In the meantime, as you go to the city or village as you originally intended...... which way are you headed? Happiness or unhappiness. I could not discover what could be called a street even some distance from the woods. then you can assume that this forest is on the margins of the extra)

Even though I said I inherited Zeppyre's knowledge, some of that knowledge does not include things like world maps or Japanese maps. It's a country that knows where next to the country is in the big mess, and if you cross that mountain range, you go to the neighboring country... and so on.

And even such information is hundreds of years old and does not serve as a reference for the current situation.

(And if my bad feeling is correct, most of Zeppyre's knowledge could be useless)

There is no information in knowledge about the demons we meet, or differences in the size of the forest. Given that, it is likely that more than a few hundred years have passed since Zeppyre said.

"Well, if you go to the city and become a village, you'll find out."

"Gru?"

What's the matter, but I shake my head as I scratch the head of Seto, which is ringing in the back of my throat, with a tight scratch and nothing.

"Anyway, tomorrow. Let's go find a place for people tomorrow morning."

"Gru."

"If you're on the lookout, can you ask?

"Gru!"

He fell asleep, surrounded by his silky hairs and pleasant body temperature, listening to the sound of Seto.