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Me and him. Both sides do not speak and do not work.
The place is gradually filled with tension.
Bad.
This is bad.
It's my first contact with a living person, or I can't afford to be emotional.
… the accidental first contact of two strangers.
Cultural anthropology is an extremely dangerous situation.
Anyway, I don't have the means to prove that I'm not a dangerous person.
It is a proof of the so-called devil.
Besides, when it was a place, it was in a forest away from home.
A place where there is no justice or security apparatus.
In other words, it is a place where you can hardly expect help even when sudden acts of violence occur.
So we suddenly ran into each other, an armed opponent.
If it's a difference in numbers, we can get away with it immediately, but now we're one-on-one with each other.
Smile and even shake your hand?
If I was the opponent, if the armed man I suddenly encountered, laughed and offered me his hand... can you take it?
Or, let go of your weapon and make a harmless appeal?
What if they're already willing? Besides, if it's a trap, aren't you wary? What are the chances that the letting go behavior could be mistaken for a sign of offensive behavior?
Appeal to be a devout follower of God using prayer techniques?
Even though there is a possibility of a vicious god cleric, would he in front of him watch his opponent use his technique in silence in front of him?
… and, unfortunately, I don't belong to any community entirely.
So I can't use the name of some community as a back shield. I mean, I can't prove myself.
In cultural anthropology and elsewhere, accidental first contact is said to be dangerous.
... because in this situation, tension and vigilance can be caught as they are and often develop into killing each other.
The other side is also increasing tension and vigilance, not sure how to handle it.
Evidence of this is that you are quickly turning your gaze around to confirm my armed forces.
… I am forced to choose whether to fight or escape (or fly).
Bad, bad.
Keep it up and we'll kill each other - what can I say, what...
And, uh, there was an idea that came up behind my brain.
Gus class.
Yes, it's just... slowly, with your right palm against your left chest,
"-" When we meet, one star shines. "
I said every word, as carefully as I could, pronounced it beautifully.
The silver-haired half-elf in front of me looks out for me.
"Ancient Elf…………?
My voice is shaking in surprise. Beautiful voice like a bell.
"You, the Elf's Edge?
"No, but I thought you were on the edge of an elf……"
If it was a half elf, I would say hello to the elf stream and thought it might make me a little nervous, but it was a hit.
"Shit.... well, for once, yes"
But this time I was surprised by the words that followed.
His vegetarian chatter, which feels like he has been drained out of venom, feels rough even though he has a beautiful face with a musical voice.
"Better than that.... you're the one who set me up."
And what he points to is a pig.
And then my, bloody, wet, short spear tip.
"Yes, I will."
With that said, he frowned a little.
"That's a nice way to talk, nobleman."
Huh? I thought... but when I think about it, it's been 200 years since Brad and Marie were alive.
Speaking of 200 years, years have passed enough for the Warring States and Kamakura periods to begin and end.
Too much for the language to change.
Old fashioned or old tone, I guess that sounds like it.
Maybe it feels like saying "Thou" in English.
"Excuse me. It's like a habit."
"... Well, fine. That's right, that's right."
Again, back to boar talk.
"He was my prey."
pointing to an arrow stabbed by a boar, the silver-haired half elf says.
The arrow wings are the same white as the other arrows in his arrow barrel.
After not much time, you can be sure from the fact that you've been chasing boars.
"You killed him from the side."
I was the one who stabbed him. [M]
but you don't say that and you just say "I took my prey" because...
Perhaps, in fact, you are cautious and restrained from doing so.
I almost say "sorry" or something because of my past life habits, but I avoid it once and for all.
"Right. It's what I've been into all of a sudden, somewhat to protect myself. But..."
This means negotiating.
Interpersonal negotiation.
"You stabbed me in the stomach, so you can claim your rights for that, right?
I don't know if it's an elf or a human, but it could inspire me to reach the settlement.
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Then we negotiated this.
The silver-haired half elf is pretty good at negotiating, and my first time talking to people made me flirt like a good one.
Although she looks about my age on the outside, she may actually be quite old because the elves and the half elves that drain her blood are long lived.
Still managed to discuss it and get the meat on the front leg and base of the side I stabbed instead of helping dismantle it.
I learned from Brad, and I remember it, but the dismantling of one boar is a hassle.
… Start by taking it to the river, soaking it in water, draining blood and washing it for both of us.
The great boar was mud bathing somewhere or his fur was muddy.
"Oh, shit! You're missing it."
And whether it hit the bone or the arrow that he pulled out of the boar with his silver hair, it was missing.
Looking at pockets that appear to be unwieldy, metal products currently seem to be quite valuable in the area.
"We're going to flake the fragments. It's boring to bite someone after meat."
While using the flat rock along the river, carefully remove the fragments of the beetle and then begin to dismantle the great boar.
Though I was slightly planted from Brad, this silver-haired half elf was more handy than that.
The boar is delicious in subcutaneous fat, so how to sharpen the skin and fat rind is a knife arm show, but that's terribly accurate and fast.
The part he's peeling has little fat left on his skin.
"Well..."
He put a knife in his neck from under the jawbone of the great boar.
Looks like she went through the spine, so she held her head with me and twisted it and flipped it and her joints came off.
"Well, you don't understand."
I laughed back lightly because I was smiled at more.
Later he cuts his flesh and muscles with a light knife to sever his head.
When I fixed the carcass of the great boar on his back, he began cutting only the skin on his abdomen from his throat to his buttocks.
If you cut it deep, it damages your gut... well, what, the intestines and the contents of your bladder will be spilled and miserable, but don't worry if you're this handy.
Speaking of other worries,
"Well, he's a male. At this time of year, it's breeding season...... I strip the stick and balls, but I might blow it all over my clap."
"No, don't, don't ever. Yikes!
"Hehe. Well, be prepared for a moment."
Fortunately, there was no such thing, and he handily finished stripping.
Then this one cuts into each place with a hand axe and spreads the ribs apart to the left and right.
Cut the circumference of the anus, thorax, and diaphragm, stripping the peritoneum to the side of the spine……
"Good, because……………"
When he grabbed the esophagus and airways and pulled them all at once to the anal side, his guts could be removed in one piece.
Nice work.
This brings me pretty close to the state of "meat" that is frozen and hung in previous life movies and TVs.
I pray hand in hand toward the head of the great boar I removed.
…… sorry, thank you. I'll take care of it.
"That's pious. … So, as decided, one front leg is your share."
He shrugged his shoulders gently and said so to tear it up.
of the front shoulder of the meat, which was a large boar, put the beard well in the joint part of the bone, and cut it off so lightly.
"That's the end of the distribution."
"Right."
and with a bloody hand axe and a smile of comfort in his hand.
"... just eat your liver or don't hurt yourself right away"
"Oh, then I have a pot."
Fresh liver is delicious.
I was working on a cold river in the winter, so my hands are already scratching.
While he was gathering driftwood,
"..." Burning (Flame Mo), "" Flame (Ignis) "
Quickly ignite some dead trees with a whispering "Word".
I want to think that I'm not an unreliable opponent... but I don't even know where the magic stands on top of current social sentiments anyway in the age of gas.
Let's hide what we can use.
"Ugh...... it's cold"
Taking off his boots and putting his hands and feet around the fire, he came back too.
"Ooh, cold"
Put the driftwood in and do the same.
Somehow we laughed at each other.
"Well, you're looking forward to it."
"Ooh."
Put your hands on the pan and add the boar fat first.
If that hits the bottom of the pan enough, add the cut liver to it, then scrape off more rock salt and cover it.
Ju, and the meat smells good to cook.
"O Martel, Mother Earth, O good gods, by your mercy I will have this meal.
Bless the food prepared here and feed our hearts and bodies. "
Lie your eyes down and join hands.
"............... you're seriously pious"
The silver-haired half-elf looked at me as if I was frightened.
I don't understand, the wind.
He's not the type who has a lot of faith or anything.
But if I think about it normally, I have memories of my past life that I smell frigid and I wonder if it would be more natural for him to be devout.
Though in prayer, I felt a little strange in such a daze.
"Thank you, Holy Pete. … I'll take it."
"... do you want some?"
Even though he said he was also frigid, he didn't ignore this prayer on the boulder and put his hands on it.
After prayer, you two wash and wipe the knife into the pan and stab the burnt lever to lift it.
And the hot air rose, and I cheeked it out.
…… hot. Tastes good.
The intense taste of the liver, just a little shaken with salt, spreads all over my mouth.
Oh, my God, I can't wait.
I thought you wanted a cold beer or something.
He also has a wrinkly frown that is now loose.
The post-labor meal is truly delicious.
- When I realized it, the day was already leaning a lot.
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"Huh? You want to hear the way?
When I said that after finishing my meal, I looked suspicious as expected.
I still turned it at the end and was right.
This question is a little dangerous.
I don't know what to say, it provokes too many hard questions to answer.
I don't know where you're from or what kind of affiliation you belong to...
"... I'm unfamiliar with your face, and you, really, what kind of monster are you?"
"No, that's … hard to explain and what to say"
In every world, the lack of identity assurance is hard to do.
When you think about it, man, you can't prove yourself harmless, so you just have to ask someone else to vouch for you.
In a previous life, it would be a social system such as family registration and identity cards, and this world would be geographically and blood-borne.
The absence of it, that is, may be a dangerous person, is tantamount to declaring.
But even if you mislead them, they will surely not see you.
... Okay, let's be honest.
"I'm from the south…………"
"South, huh? You, this is the southernmost part."
"The southernmost end?"
"The southernmost point of human entry. It's the Beast Forest from the South Side Continent.
"Beast Woods" is quite an astonishing name.
So did the boars earlier, but are there many ferocious beasts?
You have to be careful.
... and what can I really explain to you?
I can't even tell you about the three or the Immortals, or I would just be a suspicious paranoid bastard from what I told you...
"Still, I'm from the south. There are many things……………………"
"... are you some sort of relic clam adventurer?
Relic clams.
Speaking of which, the ruins of Marie and Brad's time were untouched.
Is there a profession for excavating such things?
So, I can't help but say that I'm trying to make a living from what I got from the ruins of that city.
"Yes, like that……………"
"So, I lost my way,"
"Yes......"
The silver-haired half-elf looks at me with a sigh of relief.
"I've never seen such a poignant adventurer... well, no.
If we keep going down the river, we can reach a little town in two days.
I've got my belongings there, and I don't know how to get there. "
Good luck, he said.
Apparently, the liking that should have been gained is about to be completely lost in the frivolous interactions we have now.
"Oh, you know. Your community has…"
Offering him a favor, he looked very harsh.
One long sigh, then a giraffe.
"… uncertain of your identity and purpose, and armed guy, I don't even want to accept you for a moment, idiot"
"Sorry Nasai......"
I'm too right to say anything back.
I don't even like it if you put yourself in the other person's shoes, you think you're bringing someone like me back into your own, maybe a small community?
"So follow me."
When I realized it, the sun was tilting and it was getting a lot darker.
When he gets up, he starts taking on boars.
It looks like a skinny body, but it looks more powerful than it looks.
I guess I'm working out.
The enhancement of physical abilities through the training of this world outweighs that of previous life.
"Ah. Are you okay without the lights?
"I'm not worried about you."
When he snapped something, something fluttered from the back of the woods and came up like a sphere of light.
"Fairy………?
Fairy. Fairy of Light.
intervening in natural phenomena to help them work, the calluses.
I've seen it in the drawings, but I've never seen the real thing before.
Elf, a family member of the Goddess of the Forest, says he has a high degree of affinity with fairies and spirits, but so does he, apparently.
I remember reading one day in Gus's book that fairy bones are sensibility, empathy, and acceptance of vague and whimsical things.
It is also a mystery of a different lineage than the ancient language magic of theory, knowledge and exploration, and the prayer art of faith and commandments and actions based on them.
"Well, don't drown wild at best."
When he says so, he takes on the boar and walks step by step.
It's been a really long time since I've had a conversation with someone.
Is that why? Somehow I wanted to break up, and on my back, I called out.
"I'm Will! William G. Marie Blood! And you?"
"…………… Menel. Meneldor. I'm sure we won't see each other again."
Answering that, goodbye, the silver-haired half elf, Meneldor, walked away.
Light fairies illuminate your feet, take on the treated giant boar, step by step.
I dropped it off, too, without putting it on.
Move some distance away from the demolition site, wary that a beast will come to the smell of blood.
I set the fire back on fire and prepared an extraordinary tent dressing with canvas and rope over the trees.
Stay safe with some magic, lay a blanket and go to bed.
The forefoot I got is breakfast tomorrow.
Though I was worried, I was able to talk to someone who was born.
Menel. Menel Doll.
Are you talking about the great eagle known as the king of the sky in Elf?
He had a bit of a bad mouth, but it was fun talking to him.
He said he would never see me again, but I hope to see him again, and I slowly fell asleep.
- That night, I suddenly jumped to a revelation flashing behind my brain.
It was painted like a flash in my head, like a flashback.
Weapons.
Scream.
Confusion.
Blood.
Blood.
Corpse.
Corpses.
Corpses.
…… and silver hair.
"-" Light (Lumen) "Huh!!
When the lights lit up on the tip of the Moon, I set up my gear and ran out for the Night Forest.