Life with a Tail

I stop thinking for a moment. Because I'm sure it's a pig from the looks of it, but it's very big.

He'll be about five meters long. The fangs are also very large. Isn't that a little too out of standard?

I'm looking at this one with a fuzzy noise. Looks like you're totally rocking this one on.

"Hey, wow!

I try to escape, but my body doesn't move well because of the rash. Shit! I'm dying! And I'm in a hurry. Even a normal pig would be dead if it were hit by his body, but a pig that size would definitely be a star first. When I'm about to panic lightly, the pig runs out.

"Wow!?

I was wondering if I could live because of this. Will I die like this? I hate to hurt! Thoughts such as this ran around his head, meditating his eyes all the while knowing it was useless, waving his arms to shake off his fears.

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I am prepared for the shock that strikes me, but the moment does not come.

When I open my eyes, wondering and afraid, I don't see a pig.

Was it a dream? No, that's not supposed to happen, so I'll look around standing up.

... There he is. But the phrase is pointing in the direction of the day after tomorrow, far away. And he's asleep. My hand enters my sight when I wonder what the hell this means.

"Hey..."

I have bloody hands. but the problem is not the blood paint, it's the big (...) nails on there.

I'll try to move my hands. It works. It still seems to be my hand. How the hell did it happen when there was nothing until just now... and that's when I realize.

No, I'm not human anymore.

Perhaps he changed unconsciously when he waved. Then the pig thought and approached, and there was the figure of a pig with a guzzled head. Due to the condition of the pig and the fact that it is blowing up to a much distant position, muscle strength and so on seems to be no longer the standard of a person.

Get meat without trying! I also forget that I was frightened until just now.

I will try to dismantle it quickly, but since I don't have a knife, I will squeeze it with my nails that remain big. But it's too big to use. If I were a little smaller, I'd be replacing the knife, but my nails would get smaller when I thought.

"Ooh!?

In no time will it be as small as I imagined it would be. Apparently, it can be adjusted by will. I hit the belly of a pig to try it and it cuts crisp. There doesn't seem to be a problem with it. Peel and peel with exasperation.

(I never thought watching a hunter video would help.)

I'll work on it remembering the videos I saw before. But the sun just went down before I finished stripping them all because they were too big.

I thought it would be tomorrow, so I stopped working and decided to go to bed that day with the nuts.

A refreshing morning continued yesterday. Stand up with your back stretched.

There's no way there's a futon, so I slept directly on the ground, but my body doesn't hurt more than I thought. Maybe the body itself is getting sturdy.

Roast nuts and weeds for breakfast. I don't think I'm going to get hungry, but I'm going to put up with it until I'm done scooping the pig.

But how shall I eat it when I am finished tweezing? I want to avoid raw meat. I wouldn't call it a peony pan, but at least I want to bake it and eat it.

(It's a dragon, can't you throw up a fire?)

I tried to exhale whoops thinking, etc. Then the fire came on normally. What a fantasy and convenient body it has become, and with a shuddering half thought of that, I put my hands on the continuation of the pig demolition.

Cut the meat and remove the fat or meat that is on the skin. If I could tanned it, I would have made the skin into clothes, but I just didn't know that much. In the meantime, I decided to wash my shabu-shabu and dry it on the right rock, because if I washed it clean and dried it, it would be about a bedding rug.

Around the time the sun passed by the heavenly side, a stretch of work was completed. Collect dead trees quickly and all, breathe and ignite. Bring the cut meat to a tree branch and cook.

"Yahoo, hey, I ate"

Fresh and very tasty thanks to the fine fat. Sometimes I feel even more so because I am hungry and I missed eating meat yesterday. I still have meat so I'll be able to eat it full for a while.

I'll take a look at my body after the rest of the meal. I only checked the appearance yesterday, but it seems that many things can be done, so it is confirmed.

First muscle strength. Try lifting a rock. Hold it up a bit. It lifts too much, so I try it with the biggest four meters or so of rock. This one also hits a little lift. I wondered what the hell principle... but there's no way I could figure it out, so I'm forced to convince myself it's like that. Lifting it doesn't crush your spine, so the strength of your simple body is going to be amazing. Maybe it was okay to eat the pig rampage yesterday. I don't want to try it.

Next, wings and tails. I can't change the size of my tail, but I can move it quite freely. When I slammed him on the rock, the rock shattered. It can also be wound and tightened.

The wings were sized. Depending on practice, I think I can fly. Dreams spread.

And nails. I can adjust the size with both hands and feet, and apparently I can adjust the sharpness. It can be caught and used, and can be used instead of blades. There will be no more knives or knives to use ahead. Freedom is as good as that.

And then I also tried the braces, which are commonly called braces. Apart from the fire, I vomited cold air. Sprayed frozen storage on quickly dismantled meat. I am glad that we are now able to preserve our food for a long time.

I was just kidding if I could throw up in the light if I could get this far.

It became a catastrophe.

Literally a laser brace. A cliff that fits the tip of the vomit is sawdust cut and exploded further. A good extent was blown, and the trees were knocked down in the aftermath. I swore with a distant eye in the evening to keep this sealed unless there was more to it.