(Said she was still young, but pathetic. It's like a dead man)
One of his feet sympathizes when he sees the desperate face of an inhuman child walking in captivity. His vain eyes, his half-opened mouth, and his neat, adorable face are also ruined.
But it can't be done either. This child's father was killed, and his mother and younger brothers were killed in front of him watching. And from his appearance are the days of comfort to the warlords of the nations that have attacked him.
Even when he arrived on his way home from the country he attacked, the warlord did not let go of his son, Shizuno Rei. Scattered in the middle of the move.
Approximately six years ago, Shizuno Genuchi raised the inhuman son he picked up on the coast as his adopted son, giving him the childhood name Shizuno Rei.
One day I counted the day my tiredness was picked up as my birthday, my age as my four, and I was about to turn ten. There was a massive invasion.
The country perished after a fierce battle that caused a large number of deaths from each other. And Tired has lost his family and is thus taken as an enemy loot.
Tired is painful at how blessed his previous days, whether he is an Inhuman and adopted son, have been raised as the son of a martial family. Literally losing everything. My future ahead is nothing but despair.
My father, Inouchi, was a man of faith, but his father was also killed, and he fits this eye. I realize that tiredness is not in the world such as divine Buddha.
I was tired of looking at the gaps and trying to harm myself, but I changed my mind as I walked. Instead of dying alone, I decided on my mind to at least take that warlord on the road, to look at the gaps and kill him.
But the arrow tip...
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!
As the soldiers were walking down the path in the woods, the rain of arrows poured, and the soldiers screamed.
"Don't be a wolf! They have a wild mood!
"But this one's not that numerous either!
"It's being sandwiched from the woods on both sides!
"They're taking advantage of the ground! Shouldn't we rush through!?
"You want me to run like a wild man!? Let's make this a laugh!
The anger crosses. I was tired of knowing which was unfavourable from the content of the anger.
Tired believed this was a good time. I almost thought there was no God, but at this time I wanted to believe in God. He said God gave himself a good chance. He says God is telling himself to use that opportunity to punish the enemy warlords who destroyed the country.
"It's not just wild ground. These guys are wild bastards who use the demon Yakiyaki technique!
Hearing someone scream, many soldiers stiffened.
I didn't know you were tired, but there were rumors recently, both among the warlords and among the soldiers. There's a wildfire whose leader is a sorcerer, and he says he's roughing up the whole place. They said they were terribly hands-on, fearless, and could even show up on the battlefield and be attacked by both armies in the middle of a battle.
Fearing the arrows released from the midst of the trees, the tiredness is dispersed, and with the knife of the fallen soldier he severs the rope that binds his hands.
I have been tired of training swords every day, but I have never cut anyone yet. But I swear I will avenge you for nothing.
It's too heavy with a knife, so I pull the sidelines out of the corpse, running around looking for a warlord while the soldiers are confused.
Not just an attack with arrows, but thin, dirty men dressed in pieces of armor jump out of the woods and attack the soldiers.
Even from a young tired eye, I can tell at a glance. He said he was more accustomed to battle by his raiders, Nowaki. High proficiency and morale. Without all the witchcraft, it's not just a thief.
Well, tired stopped his leg. It's not just wildfire out of the woods, it's because we saw scenes where heterogeneous people appeared.
It's like the fog has gathered and solidified, a bright white human form. Something ghostly, monstrous, demonic, obnoxious boiled from next to next and jumped out of the woods onto the mountain path. Then he jumped at the soldiers and disappeared, as if to blend into the soldiers' bodies.
"Ah-ha-ha, ooh-ooh-ooh! Forgive me. Come on!
"Hawawa... I don't know this. I don't know. Help me..."
"Hih no! I need your help. Yeah! Ouilla was bad. Whoa! Namandab Namandab......"
"Wookah! Wai is a monkey! Oh, my God, that monkey!
"Death! Dead! Come here! Come here!
Soldiers with white fog mannequins in them are messing with them when they do it, threatening them, crying, or yelling like crazy, and running about things that don't make sense.
It was conveyed to inspiring tiredness. Anger, resentment, sadness, confusion, madness, those emotions and a mass of bad memories that generated the emotions are stuck in the white fog human form. Therefore, those who are caught in the form of white fog are caught in the emotions.
Tired was still here pushing and killing his own fears and dealing with them calmly. To avoid being enlightened by the white fog human form, he lay down as much as possible, moved quickly between the soldiers, and continued to search for the warlords.
(There he is!
And at last tired found the enemy warlord.
Seeing a warlord threatening to expose his dumb face on horseback, his tired intent to kill increased more. Such a pitiful man killed my family and made me comfort myself. The country was also destroyed. That's incredible. I don't want to believe it.
"Yep! Come on, let's do something! After being confused by deception and such ~! This useless co-worker!"
Hearing the warlord's tall voice calling as he threatened on the horse, tiredness was cut off. He ran in a straight line to the warlord's horse, jumping from the side to the foolishness of climbing the horse.
"What are you tired of!? What a mess this is!
Even though it was confusing, the warlord was increasingly confused by the fact that the tiredness he regarded as a slave to play flipped the anti-flag.
"My father's... Shizuno's... Vengeance!
Up on the horse, shouting and poking at the sidelines.
The warlord immediately regained his calm, pushed his tiredness back with his palms and tried to push him off his horse, but...
"Ha ha!? Bupiu!"
As if he had targeted the moment, a single arrow flew in and pierced the warlord's left eye.
Shortly afterwards, the throat of a flickering warlord pierces the sides of his tired hand.
Seeing the death of a warlord, and also the confusion caused by an unobtrusive paranormal phenomenon and their own army being unilaterally killed, the safe soldiers flee along the streets like scattering spider sons.
It is an army, albeit bent, after many deaths from the battle. It is out of the ordinary course of business, such as defeating it.
(Done...... Father, I did tired. I'm on my way...)
Satisfied and relieved tiredness leaves me unconscious as it is and falls off the horse, as if after a warlord.
Someone took such a tired body forcefully.
(Strong and... warm... It's like Father......)
Even when held by the same man, it was very different from when he was being bewitched by a warlord. In addition to his strength, Tired felt that he had a definite tenderness for the way he held it.
"Whoa! It's not a big boy, Wow. He took the general I was after before me!
A tired man screams, as if deliberately to make his surroundings sound.
I look up at the man's face up close. He is a fierce looking samurai with deep, wild carvings. One room with disturbed long hair and tired face.
"An inhuman hungry ghost? What a beautiful face. Don't let them see you. Hehe."
The man who spreads his childish grin smiles tired for some reason.
"Did you shoot the arrow... you? Thanks to you for your help......"
"You or something... your butt hole is squirming."
"I am Shizuno Takumi... My name is"
"Shizuno... Destroyed... what did you say...... I forgot my name, are you from that country these guys attacked?
Asked by a man, Tired nods shyly.
"I'm called the boss. I forgot my first name. You call it your head, too. And... you like it, so make it mine today"
To proclaim, the head gently strokes his tired cheeks with his fingers.
"You're not going anywhere, are you? Follow me. You can't let him drown."
Tired was somewhat conjectured as to what was meant by that dialogue of yours, but he felt no resistance. As soon as I met him, he liked his head.