Tired was thinking sweet. Because of that kind head of yours, he wouldn't do anything to take the lives of the villagers.
Four seconds after having such fantasies, the tired fantasies smashed into pieces of wood. An arrow unleashed by Yoshiyoshi pierced the neck of a people with a bamboo, who happened to be walking outside the village.
And as soon as they discover the peasants, they shoot the arrows and stop them from afar.
The villagers couldn't keep killing them unilaterally without noticing. And when he had shot the sixth man, the bell was struck hard.
"It's wild! Everybody grab your weapons! Hide the kid! The woman is covered by an arrow from behind!
A villager ran up to the high ground of the village, ringing the bell and screaming. Some shoot arrows at high altitudes, but the high altitudes were originally equipped with shields to avoid arrows. Some people, including your head, decide that this village was attacked by wildfire, which is unlikely to happen once or twice.
Eventually, from the houses in the village, one armed peasant after another comes out and bravely confronts the wild fallen men who try to contend with the village.
In future generations, the peasants of the warring world were told like victims who had no power but to be exploited, and many of them had their image settled, but according to the missionary Louis Floyce, who set a record for the warring world, the peasants also carried swords and sidelines if they were adults, and were active participants if it was a battle.
Therefore, the raids in the wild village also do not have to unilaterally chase and kill the peasants. The looting of the countryside becomes an act of combat that endangers one's own life as well.
"Hey, what the hell is this monster!
"Monster, then! Monster Miso, the rumors about the man were true. Bye!
Four all-body brown, earthy skin giants created by your head in witchcraft are attacked by armed civilians. Fear of them more than twice the length of a person's back, and the morale of the people is significantly reduced.
Where there is a cut between the wildfire and the people, your head exercises further surgery to provide support for your men's wildfire. From the hand of your head was unleashed a shrimp wrapped in a blue flame, and flew in a straight line, hitting the heads of the people.
"Ahhhhhhh!
People screaming and rolling around with their heads wrapped in blue flames while they were bitten like this. The belligerent wildfire gently pierced the throat knife of the people.
Tired confirmed that the village old man, children, mothers with still small children, etc. would run and flee at a glance in the opposite direction from the direction in which the wild ambushes attacked.
But the wild bastards were reading it, too. The Separate Moving Squad was ahead of us, straining it in the direction in which it would have fled.
The old ladies and children who were trying to escape the village stopped and shrugged up to a few wild ambushes that prevented them from appearing in front of them and going.
"Yes, only life can help ~ …"
"Please. Only children......"
The leading old man and woman sit down and plead.
"Ugh, Grandpa! Old man, die!
A wildfire that relentlessly chops off the old man's neck. There are several screams. There also seemed to be a few less incontinent persons of fear.
"At the time we tried to escape, they were all guilty of the same crime! If you put any more effort into this, this is what's gonna happen! Got it!?
The old man's head is pressed against the face of the woman next door, and the wildfire intimidates him.
"Hi-no-no!
Women only scream because of fear.
"Oh no! I get it. What happened to your reply? Ah!
The wildfire gave rise to eclampsia and cut off the woman's face.
"Oh, Mother! Whoa, whoa!
A child who is slashed vertically in front of his mother's face and tragically murdered, crying out as if it were on fire.
"What, this stupid girl's kid? Uh-huh. Don't cry because you killed one or two of your mothers. Stop crying now. No! Otherwise, the special friendly sword technique that sends you to the same place as your mother bursts! It says cut the parents and it's kind, but in this case cut the kids and it's kind. Ah!
"Wow! Wow! Whoa, whoa!
The wildfire intimidated him, but the child won't stop crying. Wildfall exhaled loudly, flashing his sword and snapping the child's neck.
"Best to stop crying shit hungry ghosts crying for nothing! That's, like, slaughtering! If you do, the hungry will never shut up! Damaru! This is Kind Sword Dynasty! Shit-hungry rebirth!
"You stupid bastard!
Another wildfire slammed his prized wildfire head hard with her fist from behind with her chest up.
"Don't kill me for nothing. Yikes! These guys are for sale!
"Shh, I'm sorry, brother"
The man, scolded by his brother, who had been scattered and scattered until now, killed three villagers, was frightened and shrunk.
The battle itself was quickly settled. The peasants also seem to have had a few minor experiences, but came to the battle to a degree somewhat more numerous than the wildfire. It wasn't just the man, and a few women had shot bows and arrows from the rear, but didn't make it a problem. Above all, the witchcraft of your head performed its work, and even though the peasant side said that nearly twenty people were dead, the wild fallen side did not give one death.
The surrendered peasants are tied up. And the wildflowers go around looking for women and children who would be hiding. Money and food will also wind up. Take away the roots.
"Oh no!
A high scream sounds. I also know what that means. In my own country, which was attacked and destroyed the other day, I saw the sight. Many of the women in the side room had been offended. Now the village daughters are being offended.
"Whoa, hey, kidding, new guy. It is up to you to wear a smart daughter first. If you really want to do it, get tired of your head."
"Shh, excuse me. But I don't know if this is the right amount of equipment in this village..."
"So the woman first gathers them all together to your head, and your head inquisites, and decides which daughter you prefer. Until then, there will be no help."
When I thought I heard such interaction, two crying half-naked daughters and a wild man came out of the screaming house. My daughter is a mid teenager.
"Whoa, you're done sooner than I thought. Good luck. Shall we call it a feast of sake pond meat groves tonight?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
When your head speaks in an upbeat mood, the wildflowers cheer.
"Okay, well... this guy, this guy, this guy, this guy, this guy, this guy, this guy"
"Ha ha, your head is still greedy"
Yoshiyoshi laughs at the head pointing at each and every woman gathered in one place and threatened. I laugh at other faces.
"Do as you like later. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
When your head gives you permission, the wild bastards strip the beasts and lay the women together, screaming several times.
Tired looked at the sight with a blue face.
"Whoa, what's up? Tired"
As usual, with a loving smile and gentle voice, your head calls out.
"Me too... these people were treated like loot..."
"I know. But I didn't treat you like that, did I? You've already made up your mind with my people. That's why you're the one who beats the shit out of these guys."
When tired with a trembling voice, your head said it was obvious, pointing your thumbs at the women you were bringing behind you.
"You come too, tired. Let's do it together. You don't even know her yet, do you?
Your head invites you, and tiredness follows. Together with a few of the women, they enter the largest mansion in the village.
"Which one would you rather be tired? Which one do you prefer? It's the first of its kind. I'll let you choose first."
Your head laughs tirelessly in front of the women. Tired loved this smile. I am heartily relieved. It makes me feel warm. But now...
"Oh, or are you scared? No... hesitate"
Seeing that tiredness had hardened, your head leaned over to the tired side and gently embraced your tired body.
"Ready? We're tired. We're eating, we're taking. That's how I live. That's how I enjoy my life. I have that power. And that's the only way I can live. Don't enjoy it, should I be fed? Wild drooling. Should I die? Feed others. But live to the fullest. Should we know the joy of life, devour rice and women, taste the flavor of life and live? I enjoy my life. Until you die, do your best."
With tired ears, your head whispers with a more gentle voice than ever before so that tiredness may reassure you.
(My life... should have ended then. It was your head and these wild bastards who rescued it. This life and heart...... I entrust you...... no, it is not, of my own volition, the existence that comes to this way of life)
Goto's time wasn't that long. Instead of stopping thinking or something, Tired decided to live as a wildfire of his own free will.
"Come on, is there a guy who goes to hold a woman with such a strong face? It's like we're going to a fight."
Your head teases you, and tiredness blushes.
"Not at all. It's him. See, let your feelings and body unwind."
The head, once away, again embraced the tiredness from behind and began to wander away.