Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

"Ooh, it's cold..."

With the collar of a rather luxurious coat up, the trunk was walking to the crossing.

The ears are packed with high-quality earphones, and the songs of the Nordic Heavy Metal Band, which has been a fan since student life, are played at a high volume.

Today, the dojo he serves as a teacher is also a day off for lunch lessons, and his work starts in the evening.

I was escorted to work by my wife and child from my apartment, and I first stopped by the model store for my hobby with my feet.

It is Kanya's hobby to make plastic models such as Nagi Castle and Pass Tea House in this way, but I can't understand that my family members only made subtle expressions when everyone I've ever met talked about their hobbies.

Gameplay, planes, tanks, ships, and various figures are not the only models.

Unlike the original model, buildings such as castles should be in the main stream - apart from whether the idea is correct or not.

Only my daughter, who goes to elementary school this spring, is the only one who understands her hobbies.

--This is a paddy field, and it seems to be something... if you plant it with a broccoli sprout, your daughter (him) will be happy.

So I raised my face and looked forward.

From the other side of the crossing, several people and cars are entering the crossing as well as Shinya.

--Correct answer on this side?

The trunk is walking on the right side of the road.

I hate this road because it also runs route buses, so I often get direct exposure to exhaust gas from route buses and trucks that go in the same direction.

Recently, it has decreased considerably, but there are still many environmentally friendly drivers who continue to idle without turning off their engines while waiting for crossings.

From the earphones, a bass that takes a low rhythm, a drum that is struck like a machine gun, and a guitar that scratches the blackboard sound, and a vocal voice characterized by a high voice is heard.

The lyrics of the snake metaband are in Finnish, so I can't understand what they're singing.

But this rhythm, this melody, and the voice of the vocals, who would boast extraordinary lung capacity, grasp and let go.

I glanced up at the top right just before the crossing.

The red light did not flash on the signal, and the rod remained up.

Kanya also stepped into the crossing.

The opposite car is disconnected, but I can see the bus entering the crossing in the corner of my vision.

I raised my face without any reason and shifted my gaze to the front.

Just like Kanya, only a few people had entered the track, and it was found that all of them, including a few, had turned their faces to the left.

A man looking to the left with a big mouth open while inside a crossing.

A man and a woman who stop their feet in front of a crossing and crouch on the spot with their heads in their arms.

――

What the hell happened?

A loud skid sound reaches the eardrum from the outside of the earphone without thinking so.

It's getting pretty close to breaking through this volume!?

--Watch out!?

Instinctively stop your feet and turn back.

The paper bag containing the logo of the model shop held in the left hand that was stuck in the coat flipped over.

Almost simultaneously, a loud crash sounds from the left side of the road.

By that time, he was completely facing backwards, and the trunk was running away to escape from the intersection.

Glass fragments and fine vehicle construction flew from the back of the trunk.

I can see that I ate some on my back and back of my head.

Among them, the burning sensation from around the nose was enough to make me feel the danger of life.

Unexpectedly, he raises his right hand to put his hand on his neck, but his vision remains diagonal, quickly reaching the same height as the ground.

I could easily understand that I fell down, but I felt no pain anywhere but wonder and nod.

"Phew...."

The last sight of the bloody trunk was the surface of the cold glowing rail.



Has it been four to five years since I was reborn?

Shinya was beaten with a stick today.

Before Kanya was born, her parents were slaves.

The Kanya family serves a species called Bogie with an ugly appearance.

The adult bogie is about 170 cm tall, which is not different from that of an adult male in Japan who is thought to be a dry man.

However, his physique is much better than that of the people he thinks he is.

I don't have to feel slightly obese, but overall it is muscular, and there is no doubt that a slightly swollen stomach would have developed quite a muscle under the luxury.

Zos, the father of Shinya against such bogies, is a big man who is about three meters tall if he stands upright.

My mother's darling is a little lower than that, and I can't compare it to boggies.

About a year after Kanya was reborn, I thought that my parents and Kanya themselves were of the same race as Bogie.

However, the appearance and skin colour (bogies have slightly green skin, but the skin colour was similar to that of Asians except that the parents, including the dry ones, were burning in the sun) are also different.

The shape of the body itself is quite different, and above all, the physique of the parents is overwhelmingly better.

Regardless of the amount, it is amazing that the products that are usually used in the mouth are mainly meat (but also raw organs that are not seasoned), and other foods are rarely used in the mouth.

Fighting from the front won't make Zos any match for Bogie.

Still, I serve Boogie for a reason.

Both parents seemed to be mentally weak, too foolish to say so.

Low self-control, lazy and dirty.

Especially, it seemed to have a minimum of self-control, and it was a little surprising to Mizuya that she masturbated or cluttered anywhere, and that she was trying to give proper food to Mizuya, a child.

However, if you have all your parents and you show great fear in the fire, and you can get close to even a stick with fire, you will shrink with a hug to cover the trunk.

I don't think this has anything to do with the large burn marks on my parents' shoulders, arms, back, etc.

In any case, it is also a factor that has been enslaved by the bogies.

Then, the bogeys who originally had very few vocabularies did not understand the language, and adhered to another language that they had been using for a long time (this is no less than the vocabulary), and the couple only talked in that language.

As for the words of the bogies, I was really unfamiliar with them for a long time and understood only very simple words, and I could only think of some missing screws in my head no matter how I defended them.

The instructional verb, the instruction verb, and the very simple human pronoun are sophisticated to solve, and when various kinds of auxiliary words including object words, adjectives, and conjunctions intersect, they become confused.

Because there is something similar to the language that my parents are originally speaking, I don't think it can be explained simply because I am not familiar with other languages.

Parents' work seems to be dominated by the de-graining and cooking of cereals such as wheat from somewhere, the dismantling and tanning (literally biting and tanning with mouth) of animals that appear to have come from hunting, and looting (which they have not yet accompanied).

Tanned leather seems to be of considerable value among bogies, and their clothes, including the trunks, always smell bad because they are wrapped around untainted raw leather.

Then, around the time the trunk became somewhat larger (about a few tens of centimeters lower than the adult bogie), it was decided to accompany the looting for the first time.

Regardless of hunting, the prey of looting included not only wheat, but also clothing and metal swords, so I was aware that there would be other species in the world than the stem yards that Bogie and Bogie would call Domos (Usnoro) in their words.

And since the prey is a processed product, it is also imagined that the target species of these looting have a somewhat higher degree of civilization and culture than the primitives, such as Bogie and Domos (Usnoro).

Because there is only a house like a tent made of grass and trees like the Jomon period.

"Yatsura, Kolose"

In Boogie, which Domos dared to simplify so that he could understand, the executives were ordered to question their ears.

I thought looting was going to some kind of settlement.

I didn't think it was a literal plunder to kill and take, but I didn't want to believe it.

Immediately beside Kanya, who tried to protest in surprise, his parents ran down to the carriageway passing through the cliff road with a thick stick in their hand.

Kanya chases after him in a hurry, but he can't run down the cliff like his parents.

In front of such a man, his parents shouted and waved the club, beating and killing the caravan guards and lords in no time.

Of course, the guards tried to resist, and the merchants tried to escape, but Zos and Darin ran down and threw a big stone about the size of an adult's head onto a horse pulling a carriage and hit him, snapped his neck with a single blow to prevent him from escaping, and took out the guards with a single blow, without any shots or arrows.

Of course, some people attacked with swords and spears, but their parents were so swordsmanship that they wrapped their tongues around the trunk (?), but not one wound in the melee battle.

The killing of adults and children is not even a decent match.

I realized what was important here.

The guards called their parents "augers."

--Augustus? If you ask me...

Large canine teeth that extend out of the lower jaw of the receptacle like arms that are twice as long as short and thick legs.

Though not as good as the pure Domos (Usnoro) parents, both of these characteristics are inherited.

I've never seen a mirror before, so I don't know until I see my face, but Kanya looks exactly the same as her parents.

In short, it should be quite ugly in the sense of a trunk.

If the gangsters are augers, what is bogie?

Kanya tried to remember, but the tragedy unfolded in front of her, and such questions disappeared somewhere.

In front of such a gangster, his parents took the cover of a carriage.

A scream like tearing silk strikes your ear.

One of the three carriages seems to have been mixed with various loads of women and children.

--I knew it was human... right?

There is still a young child hugging a woman with a golden trumpet.

Darin takes the child away from the woman shouting as if she was confused while holding the child on both sides, and hangs them together with her legs.

Zos grabbed the roots of the woman's neck and pulled them out of the carrier.

The woman is followed by two children crying as if they were on fire.

And... Darling didn't hesitate to hit the ground.

One shot silenced the child.

A woman like her mother is scratching Zos' arm holding her neck.

Bokin...

The moment I heard a nasty sound, the woman scratching Zos's arm stopped resisting and drowned her body.

And finally, the bogies are coming.

I don't feel like doing it.

After all, Zos killed a woman who should be said to be a loot.

In Kanya's common sense, fantasy monsters who say that in such a case, the orcs are the orcs of the august goblins are the ones who rape and rejoice at human women.

But unexpectedly, the bogies are still blind to the breathtaking guards (apparently including women) and the mothers killed by Zos.

Instead, he was obsessed with fishing for carriage luggage and stripping the body of weapons and protective equipment that were still available.

Because of their physical proximity, the bogies seem to be able to use the weapons and armor that the guards wore and used.

But the bogies' leader suddenly beat him up with a stick.

"Omae, Hatarak, Ni, no!"

My body has grown to a certain extent, and I thought it might not hurt much anymore, but still as Domos (Usnoro), I'm not accustomed to being beaten with a stick or I squat with a headache that echoes to the bone marrow.

If Zos and Darling hadn't hurried to get it, they would have been beaten up a few times already.

After spitting on the trunk and the leader leaving, Zos and Darling removed the tanned leather bag that was hanging on the waistband and looked at the trunk.

The ugly face is even more distorted and has a smile that can be called ugly.

"You're not working hard today.I still can't give you a name. "

Zos said in a turbid voice, and Darin also said, "You should do your best next time." He peeled off his clothes from the child and stripped him naked.

"Ahh....."

Kanya nodded with understanding, "Can't you get a name without going through a fight?"

At the same time, a fierce unpleasant feeling arose.

--No way... no way... the gut of the animal I've been eating...

"It's delicious because I have a little one today."

The unpleasant feeling subsided, and Kanya squatted on the spot and spit out the contents of her belly.

Of course, there is no doubt that the vast majority of the dried fish have been eaten by ordinary animals, not humans...

It should be noted that certain muscle parts that are eaten other than the internal organs belong to bogies.

Humans do not have as tough skin as animals, so the labor of dismantling is not as great as that of animals obtained by hunting.

After biting through your abdomen and dropping your internal organs into a leather bag, all you have to do is slice your hands and feet.

It was an easy prey for Domos (Usnoro) and Bogie in that regard.



About two more years passed, and Kanya was also given the name Zes.

He has grown in height and is already beyond the height of adult bogies.

In addition, some of the martial arts I had learned during my life gave me the confidence that I would be able to defeat him with a bogey armor sleeve.

And the repudiation of cannibalism was already worn out.

However, I was not convinced that I could still win by taking over multiple bogies who manipulate weapons, and I was reluctant to follow the bogies.

----It needs to get a little bigger...

At least I wanted a bigger body for my head than the bogies.

By the way, I have already met God in my dreams, but the meeting time of more than 10 minutes is not useful in aus such as how to go back to my original life (obviously I didn't get a convincing answer), the safety of my wife and daughter left behind after the death of Kanya, and whether I am in trouble with my life, but it was spent on important questions for Zeth.

He didn't realize it himself, but the rotation of his head was also attracted to his age and race.

Such a day.

Bogie and the others led him to the usual looting.

Today's carriage of prey is only one carriage, but for the first time in a while, Zeth's blood is also boiling.

It must be because of the blood of Augustus flowing through Zeus' body.

However, the prey of the day was completely different and fiercely resisted.

- What the hell is that?

The magical moves I saw for the first time since I was reborn took my eyes off me, and I was quickly destroyed by my parents and bogies.

Stone spear on the chest (?) The beaten Zos slowed down his movement with just one blow.

Darin was also stripped of his fighting power by a terrible spear technique piercing his abdomen and chest in the gap where the small flame arrows took his eye.

Not only that, even the bogies that followed Zos and Darling were soon killed when they resisted, and Zes feared the fighting power of the dark-skinned humans rather than the fire of vengeance.

And as soon as I could, I ran away from the scene as fast as I could.

There was a feeling of some arrow-like objects hitting the back of the escape, but fortunately, no spear-like attacks were hit.



Running through the woods in fear for hours.

By hitting a small river, Zeus regained his leeway.

Several places on the back where the arrow struck complain of tingling pain, but it is not so unbearable.

It is a pretty bad injury, but it cannot be said to be fatal.

This place has been here before, so it's possible to go back to Boogie's house.

But Zes doesn't have such an idea.

I didn't want to mourn my parents, but it was terrible to go back there.

After a few days, I didn't think my parents alone would mourn me, but I would search the bogies for the assault team that never came back, and I thought I wouldn't be able to catch my eye if I bowled with them.

--What the hell was that... hello, magic?... no, that's stupid... but I've become an orgasm myself... hey, I didn't hear there was magic!

Instead of being confused, Zeus immerses himself in the river and attempts to clean his wounds.

It's still far from fatal.

--I have no choice but to live alone from now on.

You may want to look for your clan first.

If my parents have that much thinking power, and that's the standard for augers... everything will be fine.

Zes thought that the bogies didn't have that much thinking power either.

If you have grown a little more and accumulated more power, you are like a bogey and not an enemy of Zeus.

The overall combat he used to do during his lifetime would also be powerful if he had Auger's body.

More than that, most enemies were confident that having a sturdy stick would not delay them.