Oyaji was held in a waterfall pot, like laundry going around in a laundry tank.
He is desperate to put his face on the water, but where he has floated, he is pushed back into a strong stream and sinks again into the bottom of the water.
It was a natural water blame.
And a reporter and a medical corps staring at that by the waterfall.
"This waterfall has a strong stream and a deep waterfall kettle, so the residents at the foot said that if it fell, it would never be raised on its own."
"They keep rubbing me under the water all the time even when I'm dead, and they don't even float dead bodies."
At first they cared about the cheapness of the oysters.
But someone leaks into the gap between funny moves like toys and desperate expressions.
"... you're like a dying toad"
From there they let their shoulders shake to kill their laughter, but finally burst into laughter so much that they held their bellies down and crouched, as they had become intolerable.
After a lot of laughter, Oyaji is finally helped out.
Where he was relaxed with blue and white skin, the medical corps only applied healing and awareness magic and walked away.
That night, Oyaji had a high fever.
He suffered colds and abdominal pain at the same time because he drank a rotten potion and was not treated for his cold body.
In his cloudy consciousness, Oyaji was listening to the medical corps looking down to scorn.
"... you're just dying, aren't you?
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The emergency food I was bringing with me during the Legendary Challenge ran out.
As the rule must be 'all self-sufficient', Oyaji decides to hunt.
The gear I had in my backpack had not been taken care of after it was wet, so it was completely rusty.
I had no choice but to divide the stick I picked up into a forest with my weapon.
There are animals in this mountain such as rabbits, squirrels and sea lions.
I guess there are quite a few of them because even if they are just living in normal life, they can sometimes be seen slightly.
It was raining around dawn, so muddy in the woods, puddles everywhere.
There seemed to be more animals coming for water than usual.
As a result, the prey is quickly found as well.
He just said he was eating in.
It takes on a challenge with a barbaric voice.
But the animals don't try to get close to humans in the first place.
I was just attacking someone in such a distant winding, there's no way I can catch up.
Only the roar is brave, but it won't catch you at all......
The look of it goes without saying, a handsome lion......
No, I envisioned myself as a lion, it was a dumb boar.
Oyaji's "Death Voice" has so much horror that it makes everything you hear tremble.
They have the kind of voice that breaks the eardrum and the kind of heavy bass that crushes the heart.
Whatever I heard of it, from now on, I can plant enough trauma to shrug my shoulders in a vicious way just to see the jerk breathe in.
The reporters I was covering were even shrinking to anger that wasn't initially directed at me.
Dosudos over there, dotados over here, screaming Gorua Gorua......
It just wasting my voice and stamina mischievously, and it was not as if I had once been majestic to the appearance of a naughty Oyaji on my own.
Are the reporters completely traumatized?
"That would still be better for primitives, wouldn't it?
and the beginning and end of mocking.
But I won't give up on you.
And finally, I found a bird dragging my leg.
"Hehe...... be ready ya golha! Tonight it's a whole bird roast, gorghhhhhhhhhh!
Bird and dive, along with the mood of tearing.
The bird, however, escaped with its wings flapped by hand and landed a little further away.
... Squeeze! and Oyaji clashing to the ground on the big letters.
It was soaked, so I buried it deep.
But the jerk doesn't screw up.
When you get up quickly, you don't even wipe the mud off your body.
"Don't run away! Golluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"
Decide Anger Dive again.
But the bird flew again, and stopped on the rock.
...... BASHA! And it's mud. I'll stick it in the mud, Oyaji.
I tried to get up quickly, but I couldn't help but get my legs taken.
I fall over and over again, as if I were on ice.
It wasn't strange for the bird to escape anymore, but it was on the rock the whole time.
Oyaji finally got up, again......!
Now the bird hits his head against the rock that was clumping.
A jerk who holds his forehead and extinguishes without a voice.
The reporters, who were peering through the bushes at the sights like that cont, had all noticed already.
That bird pretends to be injured and keeps his outer enemies away from the nest...
I mean, I'm just doing 'pseudo-wounds'...!
Yet the wolf still hasn't noticed, repeated suicide bombing attacks like a mindless boar, and is alone in a mess.
It was another moment when the dignity of the jerk was stripped.
But we don't even know that reporters, on the other hand, are pissed off by birds.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
And with a few attacks, I finally make it soft.
At the landing point of the body press there was a fallen tree, where branches protruded like swords......!
I got pierced in the stomach and skewered...!
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?!? No, no, no, no. What!? Just help me! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!?
Natural, Forced Stomach......!
But help is not coming.
No one tried to jump out when reporters and the medical corps said the bushes nearby were holding back.
They already don't care about how cheap they are.
I just laugh at Niyanya, as if she enjoys the gap between a nasty move like a tangled puppet of thread and a distorted expression that is still dying.
"... then you're a toad in vain!
When someone laughed like that, there was more laughter coming from around.