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Monster Miso Man

Mukashimaya, in a small village at the foot of the mountain, it had a strange prayerer.

From day to day, the prayer man groaned that he had tremendously strong powers, but he said the villagers had only heard half the talk because the art of showing in front of the villagers was, at best, to divine the weather and pray for abundance.

One day, prayers created a lot of misos about what they thought.

Prayer artists are great strangers and always suddenly do weird things, so the villagers watched with raw warm eyes, wondering if they would do it again.

Prayer artists would have been more than happy to create miso. I mixed miso everyday and started cooking and eating miso dishes. Miso soup, pickled miso, miso rice balls, stewed miso......

I couldn't get tired of just eating it myself further, and to all the villagers, I began to sift through the miso dishes. The miso dishes made by the prayer artists were greatly delicious, and all the villagers delighted to eat the dishes.

But the prayerer, completely in tune, begins and ends to persevere in recommending miso dishes to the villagers every day. The villagers eventually got fed up and distanced themselves from their prayers.

Prayer artists who wouldn't like miso were disappointed, but still couldn't give up on wanting villagers to like miso more, mixing miso with tools that didn't mean anything.

When I saw prayers who divine the weather with tools mixed with miso, pray for abundance, and pay royalty, the villagers became more and more donned.

That one day...

The prayer man stopped showing himself for a long time, so the worried villagers visited the prayer man's house...

"Hiya eh!

The villagers lose their hips when they see an unusual prayer man.

"What's up? Everyone. You came here worried about me? Let me catch a cold."

A prayer man, covered in miso all over his body, rose up muckled. That looks exactly like a mass of miso, no, it's as if your hands and feet are growing and moving in the miso.

"Oh, this is called miso therapy developed by my colleague..."

"A monster! You're not a monster!

"I just liked the prayer master miso, and the prayer master turned into a monster -!

He blocked the words of the prayer artist explaining, and the villagers screamed at him and said he had escaped.

"I told you to listen to me until the end of the story... this really works. It's not just a disease, it's an amazing technique that heals any injury by the way..."

I was a prayer artist who thought that this technique would help the villagers and get them to look back at the beauty of miso, but the prospects are off and disappointing.

After a while, the villagers surrounded the house of the prayer master with a pair of tweezers.

"You monster! Get out of this village!

"Olas, I'm not eating miso for the rest of my life!

Villagers screaming for blood changes around the house. Something unexpected had happened, and the prayer man cried with seriousness.

but - that's when.

"It's wild! There's a wild spot!

A ferocious wildfire struck the village, and the villagers also forgot about the prayer master and fled.

"Wow haha! Give me the money, give me the woman, I'll take everything."

Novo's best friend shouted softly, and his men, Novo, tried to reach out to the village's daughters.

"Hey, what!?

In front of Novo and the others, several figures were blocked.

"Oh, miso!?

What a mass of miso they were when they looked the same as people and were the same size.

"This village is not my important village! I won't let the villagers touch a finger!

A prayer man who braided the art of manipulating miso into a human form makes a resolute advance toward the Novos and yells.

"Go, miso golem!

At the order of the prayer artists, the miso golems were attacked by the wildlings. Even if Novo and the others slash the miso golem with a knife, it's miso, so it goes bare and the knife doesn't help.

"Oh, you monster misogynist! Eh, people, dunno!

In response to the regrettable decree of his parents, Novo and the others fled the village in a great panic.

"Village people, are you hurt?

A prayer artist speaks to the villagers.

"One young man, slashed... deep wound, no longer long"

"No, don't give up. Bring him to me."

The village chief said it unfortunately, but the prayer man told me so in a powerful voice, bringing the young man from the village who was badly injured before the prayer man.

"I can do anything with miso! Injuries that don't help. 'Cause, look, this is it!

A prayer man sprays miso on a wound that sprays blood hard. Then the blood stopped from coming from the wound and the young man rose with his eyes closed.

The villagers continued, stroking their breasts down to the young man's survival, rejoicing.

"Prayer master, forgive me. I misunderstood you."

"I'm so sorry we tried to kill you and you helped us..."

Prayers laugh joyfully at the villagers who apologize orally.

"That's okay. Everyone likes miso more than that. I will continue to cook miso dishes for everyone. The wounded and the sick will be healed soon with our miso healing technique."

Thus, once again, the prayers treated as monsters miso men were accepted by the villagers, and then all the villagers began to make miso, called the miso village of miso making, and they heard rumors of the prayer miso witchcraft and the many travelers visiting for the village miso dishes.

That's... well, how many years ago was it?

Monster Miso Man End

Rin Kishibe found out about Eko's existence when she was just in elementary school. A monster passed down as one of the urban legends. Those who save us from a human crisis without ever showing up. Topics brought up regularly. Guardians of mankind who looked adorable.

There were also comics and cartoons on the subject of Eko. It never spread explosively in the form of a boom, but it's always on the subject somewhere, and it catches my eye.

"Dad, do you know what Eko is?

One day, Rin asked his father.

"I know. I've seen it before."

Rin was joking about the words of his father, who returned them without putting his hair down for a while, but he didn't seem to be.

"Yeah, I did see it. A weak friend of mine, who was always sick, when he fell off the train platform, Eko showed up and at great speed and brought his friend up on the platform before he got caught on the train. There were many people who saw that, though. But Eko disappeared right away. And strangely, from the day after that, the friend gradually became healthier. We all told each other that Eko had some strange power to help make my friend's body better."

He believed the story, wondering if it was true because it was his father's story. Because my father never lied to me before, and he never broke a promise.

He couldn't help but tell his friends at school that his father had seen Eko, but he was desperate and patient. Maybe he'll treat himself like a freak, and most importantly, if he ever makes fun of his favorite father, he's going to fight with his friends.

That was fourteen years ago.