In the mountain forest, that village, inhabited by fox demons, was a world as if time had stopped, the tiring of visiting the village thought.
The foxes living in the village seemed to share the same sentiment. Daily, just live in a pale light. He said he was sick and tired of every day that he couldn't even adapt to the course of the times and just lived his days for no reason. But I don't have the guts to jump out of my head.
As if it were a pull, tiredness is frightening. Though I never dreamed that the tiredness would drag me down a few years later.
In a village with a shady mood, there was only one, a strange fox.
"You look familiar. I'm going to make that face today."
Before tiredness, the fox, who appeared with the same face as tiredness, declared so in the voice of the girl who played it.
"My tail and ears... stay out."
"Not on purpose, on purpose. I think it's better to have a personality."
When tired points out, the fox lets the uninhibited grin spread to its full face, answering that the voice also remains the voice of the girl, not tired.
Tired learns familiarity with a fox who has the same face as himself in front of him and makes him look like he won't show it.
"So, what can Taru Shizuno, the famous great sorcerer, do for such a despicable place?
Before introducing himself, the fox, with the same face as tiredness, has referred to the qualities of tiredness.
"I've come to bring you a deal. I need your help here. I'd like to talk to the chief here."
"Bye, what a boss. The name of the eagle is Tyrone. Regards ~"
Unlike the other foxes, that fox, who is terribly cheerful, has introduced himself with a bright smile.
"Again, I'm Shizuno Rei"
"Well, I don't care what you stand talkin 'about, I hope you come to my house"
Encouraged by Tyrone, Tired walks side by side with Tyrone in a village covered with trees for the most part but the road.
All the foxes look like people. And they all lack hegemony. A glimpse of tiredness and tyrone distracts everyone immediately.
"It's a shady village, by far, closed. And yet you're bright."
"I don't like being shady. You're not a stranger in the village. I'm worried about the current situation in this village, and I did everything I could to change this, but I can't do it with the eagle. Ha ha..."
Tyrone's smile turns him into a bitter laugh.
"The monster... to some extent, has to be involved with people... it's something that can't be done"
"I know. If you go back to where you came from, it wasn't made by people. Dependence on man is stuck in his soul. This world is a world for men. Nevertheless, a monster who is not a man must live secretly in the corner of the world of men, lest he understand that he is not a man. Or get away from people like the eagles. And this is what happens when you get away from people."
I've heard similar stories a few times, but not so famous. And as far as Tyrone was concerned, I found this monster quite knowledgeable and intelligent.
The two eventually reach Tyrone's house. It's an old fashioned house with a straw roof, like a time slip up to the Edo period.
"Well, what's a deal? It would be nice if the village were so lively."
Tyrone asks as he serves the tea treats before they are tired.
"The only way to transform a fox seems to be on the outside... but I thought you guys could learn the art of Doppelgenger, which can also copy your memories and abilities..."
"Ha...?
"I was studying that technique. But in the end...... I failed. So... I was wondering if you, the demons of the fox, could complete the procedure... In the form of putting on you the transformation we have created..."
"It seems interesting."
To a tiring story, Tyrone is intrigued and makes her eyes shine.
"I said we, are there any other magicians?
"Uh... actually..."
Tired seemed tired of talking about his role in the Chinese government and his replacement with dignitaries from various countries for the war that began here. If we talk about this, there's a good chance the foxes won't cooperate, but there's no way they won't. I need you to cooperate with me in any way you want.
Tired is about to give up, wondering if this is a prospect, as Tyrone was on the tannic side after listening.
"Whatever happened to me, the villagers went outside. Does it taste like evolution itself? Or does that include being able to think deliciously in people's worlds?
"Financial rewards, too, if you want... you think they'll pay, don't you?
"Hmmm... the eagle is fine, and that seems to be a good stimulus for the villagers... What's wrong with letting everyone shake their heads vertically?"
Arm up with a difficult face, Tyrone conceives.
But, my lord, why are you in this war?
"Actually... my hope is to go back to the Warring States era, where primitive warfare prevails. To do this, we need to make the Great War… and make the world as disastrous as possible…. We need to bring chaos to the whole world…"
"It's like the Great Demon King of Evil or the God of Destruction. Speaking like this, I don't think it's such an evil mon..."
Hearing tired stories, Tyrone laughs in disdain.
"How could the Lord have become such a child? Talk to me if you like."
"There was a lot... It's gonna be... long, right?
"I'm not free this way. If you're not in a hurry, if you don't want to talk, you want to hear it."
Tyrone was beginning to have a stronger interest in tiredness itself than in a tired plan. I was beginning to be attracted at this point.
Then Tired took plenty of time to talk about a number of memories that particularly had a strong impact on him, even during the five hundred years of his life.
"You're indulging in spectacular raw inside. And... I don't know why the Lord hates the world and hates peace"
Tyrone lives a long life, too, and everything happened. I have also experienced a number of flirting with people. There is no part of me that I can empathize with tirelessly.
"Well, there was this hand."
Tyrone slapping her hand with a pong.
"You know... tired. If the Lord will, will you tell the story of the Lord's previous life, not only to the eagles, but also to the villagers? That way, they might also be a little interested in the outside world. If you are interested in the world, you may accept your Lord's demands."
"Ha... ha, I get it"
While I thought it was a pain in the ass, I did think it might be a valid hand, and Tired decided to follow Tyrone's suggestion.
When Tyrone gathered the village foxes, Tired told them the journey he had followed before them and all the reasons for coming to this village. I've empowered the Foxes to transform, and I want you to help me with that because the goal is to change hands with the dignitaries and lead all sorts of confusion into the world.
Tired then stayed in the village of the fox for a while.
The foxes seemed unable to provide an immediate response, but there were not many foxes attracted to the exhausting story. They are just as sick and tired of living today as Tyrone is of wanting a change.
Tired of staying at Tyrone's house, Tyrone and lightly befriended the men and women. Tyrone attacked me more aggressively cumulatively, and when I realized it, I was tired and loving about Tyrone.
I was reluctant to hold a girl with the same face as myself, but I tried to work as far back as possible and solved it brilliantly by turning away as much as possible when I was in a position that I wasn't.
"Why... are you looking at me all the time?
Into the same futon, in the ears of a naked tyrone in his arms, tiredness whispers.
"When you turn into a person, it's the fox's privilege to turn it into a face you like. But foxes are foxes. I'm not a person. This face is just fading too...... I know, but when I do, I feel a little sad."
Tyrone speaks as he strokes his tired cheeks with his hands.
"You think I'm pathetic? You think it's unusual? You don't show your true face, you think it's miserable to always have the same face, as if you were my face given the face of the one you liked at birth?
"No...... That's what you were thinking?
Unsurprisingly tired of asking Tyrone with a rare and weak voice.
"All the foxes here, that's the complex. I don't know any other fox demons."
Tyrone hugs her tired body full of strength.
"Isn't the Lord living longer and his soul getting tired? Neither do I. The only reason the villagers pulled off is because they couldn't keep up with the times. There are a lot of things about having feelings of inferiority with people. As a result...... I live a much miserable raw. But... if I can get out of this dim, dull prison, I want to get out."
Tiredness burned Tyrone's words into his heart at this time. And then tired and worse than the Tyrones seem to remind me many times of Tyrone's words at this time.
"Don't laugh. Listen to me... The eagle was like an angel whose lord would rescue such eagles into the light... as if he were the Messiah... No, I still think..."
He told me not to laugh, but tired couldn't bear to spill a smile. Regardless, I didn't mock you. Tyrone was loving, smiling, and indulgent.