Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 209 Noon Border Labyrinth 72F

A steel giant is crushed by dust, a vicious bug descends a green blood splash, and the world of madness is filled with screams.

"Uh hey, because it's a bad sample, good kids, normal kids, bad kids, average people, bad guys, because you can't just imitate that?

"" "So I can't!

A natural word that does not discriminate, not even its consciousness is fine dust. There is no contempt in the black eyes of those girls, whose hearts are comforted by the prick that was only there, and the curse is directed only sincerely at the boy.

In the towns and villages of the beautiful and safer kingdom of the Beast, the children live happily laughing, if you come to the border saying that it is the shame of the Beast if you do not return only its gratitude and grace...... we were already ashamed to denigrate the name of our family, the arrogant shameless.

"Have we taken stones to discredit the brave men who were fighting in such a cruel world?"

"Oh, but... it's strange how you only look like a brutal bad guy... when you say you're defeating demons"

Yes, it was the demons underneath who hated those dark-haired children and it was the demons underneath who were the victims to be pitied.

We hated people. He resented and hated the people who burned the village, killed his companions, and grabbed him as a slave.

The remains of the parents who had been murdered and made to look miserable, the bodies of my young son, had been thrown down with immorality that did not even fasten the prototype like dust chips.

So that's when I threw the stone.

Just a feeling of hatred, without thinking that everyone would behave the same because of it.

Totally irrelevant, I threw a stone at the kid who came to fix the village.

Ever since, I've regretted it.

I couldn't forget that sight.

A child of an alchemist who doesn't even avoid one of the stone debris, doesn't fight it, and is just building a village or a town while being struck by stones and curses. I couldn't forgive my ugliness for throwing stones and cursing at such a child with hatred.

Even now, hate doesn't go away.

Still, my parents always said they wanted to fight at the border, and I came to the border with an excuse to my heart that it was also a condolence to fulfill that wish.

And what I saw with this eye in the horrible underground was a boy who was scolded by us, stoned, wounded and left to build towns and villages.

He was a child who hated and scolded and hurt because no one had to apologize or thank him, just because he was a human race.

"Hey... what about her?"

"Oh, black hair, black eyes, that's the kid from that time"

Coming to the border, I finally understood why my parents wanted to fight with people on the border. The border "Here" is protecting the world, everyone here was saving the world at its expense.

And they were sweet people. No adult, no child, no one despises the beast man... even though I say to a stranger's child that I threw stones and cursed him with hatred.

"Uh... what are we... saying we threw a stone at that?

"Oh, I was ashamed to just remember... is that it?!?"

I hated myself. Even though he was a beast proud of his strength, he hated the weakness with which neither my children nor my parents could protect him, nor his best friends could help him.

The child, whom such a weak man had turned into a gateway to hatred on eight hits - was defending the world at the bottom of the end of the earth, stroking the horribly alien things and laughing.

I don't know what such stone blocks were made of. They could have been made into "all of us" without even being able to plunder them.

A strange demon beckoned himself, and the doomed demons perished.

Without the skill of exchange, we are caught in a more tragic swirl of killing than killing each other, and only the skeleton of the heap "Uruka" descends.

Hate and scorn, its dark heart was smoking all the time even when we arrived at the border "here".

We pitied ourselves that we had seen hell, throwing stones at the children who had set themselves in it and defended the world.

"The legend of my ancestors was true."

"Oh, I couldn't believe it until I saw it with these eyes, that there was no such thing as a tribe"

A benefactor, a strong and proud ally who continues to fight demons in the most endless lands, making him an ally of the Beasts who fight through to defend the world. When there are true friends of our beasts on the border, it is the beasts who fight together on the border.

I couldn't believe there was such a person. I turned away even when I saw a country that was changing abundantly, and I was drawn to the depths reluctantly to engage people.

One day, my compatriots, who had been captured as slaves, returned to the village.

Everyone said they would go to the border to repay their gratitude while being engraved with hatred in their hearts, and they didn't understand how it felt... we came here arrogantly to the point of repaying our debts.

Who saved our brethren, who gave happiness to our sons, and who fought and guarded against destruction at the bottom of the earth. It was a child who hit stone and anger as we cursed.

A child who transformed villages and towns by himself in anger, opened and changed terrain while being scolded... fear if he used that power to fight. At that time, we regretted that we had hit our weaker children with anger, but we were throwing anger and scorn with stones in absolute terror without knowing any gratitude or fear.

"Eh, this one might do it if you can imitate it, but I find it very difficult?

"" "So, you said you couldn't!

A beautiful woman dances around it like a dream, if its streamlined sword dance blows death and wreckage.

"And this one..."

"" "I won't imitate it, and I can't!

And big lizards dancing with delightfully bouncing viscosities.

It's as lively as a festival, even as a majestic mourning...... in the middle of a killing with mourning. Really, did we want to die and laugh... just to repent or to be attracted to the dead, to use our lives as an excuse to flee death?

"This wasn't a good place for the weak to pity themselves and use death as an excuse."

"Oh, this is a battlefield where the unforgivable must win. We almost defiled the sanctuary where our ancestors put their lives and pride."

Hands with swords tremble. Right, this isn't anger or fear, it's just a shivering samurai tremor from the back of your mind. The pride that we forgot about raises the roar!

"" "Hi-ha-ha, ha, ha, ha!

There is no resentment or remorse in this land, let alone resentment, pity for oneself, or excuse to give up one's life.

"Yeah, you're a hitcher even if you didn't tell me, huh?" "Yeah, when did you get Mr. Hartman!?" "Eh, that nail bat is gear for low-level beginners?" "No, to the cowmen, Mr. Jason. What are the heavy equipment specifications for nail shoulder pads on the mask...... Mr. Catcher?

Woohoo, my heart trembles, my soul screams! Fight the demons and life burns!!

"Uh, I was just gonna take a tour, right?" "" "Well, it's an easy job stabbing a dying demon in the face?" "" Yeah, was it also resentful towards some giant? "" Especially Mr. Tiger Clan is on fire!! "

Instead of throwing our lives away, we'll spend the rest of our lives paying off that kid, and we won't even be allowed to apologize. And the words of our ancestors were right, the pride of our Tigers was here! Yes, some giant is annoying, hi-ha-ha!!