Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

"Come on, man! I'm sure there's more to it than sexual punishment!

Towards the three cancer necks I'm tired of seeing, Subaru steps on the ground and hits me with frustration.

Third encounter, all three on one in the alley. I marvel at the depth of their obsession with first-time, second-time and all that hard work only and still prey on Subaru.

If the situation wasn't a situation, I might have done it with one of my applause.

"I don't have time for you guys right now. I'll deal with him when he calms down, so go through there."

There's also a sense of impatience, but there's plenty of room for Subaru for a triumph once. Somewhat, if you intimidate them with strength, you'll also see gaps, that was the thought. But...

"Let me through, 'cause. I'll go away."

"I don't like that attitude. I don't know which side you're ordering."

"Lose like no other on a three-on-one basis, which side to lower and slap big mouth on, you guys... even a loser will howl a little more sorry"

In the present situation, to be honest, Subaru himself can't wipe the mood of a loser.

In other words, this is where the losers and the defeated are gathered.

"There's too much negative syncing! I should have been a character looking up some more!

"No, you're totally out of your mind. I thought you took it off because it's a rare outfit."

To Subaru's big soliloquy, the men discuss without hiding their frustrations. Xu and his bare hands have subtly lost interest in Subaru, but the knife man's gaze, which is the greatest threat, is sharp.

Its eyes seemed to be limited in value as Subaru's purse, but it was shaking badly and brutally with other dark emotions.

Subaru groans "You suck" in his chest at that gaze.

After two battles, Subaru concludes that the most troublesome of the men is the knife man. If so too is the killing power of the prey, he is also the most 'clean' in terms of its nature.

Instead of being a match, it would be a good idea to avoid even approaching.

"Okay. I won't resist. Tell me what the demands are."

With both hands up, Subaru responded to them that way while appealing for no hostility.

It's a weak diplomacy with a demanding stance.

I considered it a priority not to touch the knife man's harp line and now to take this place off, but the late decision. Break it up that you have no choice but to lose some money and think about escaping this place anyway.

- Well, there's a chance they'll slap you if you suck at it for revenge.

If that's what the story's about to do, let's get one shot in and leave before they stab us. They won't be able to imitate flashy either if they run into the boulevard.

The attitude of the men softens to Subaru, who elaborates a plan for tiger vision and preservation in his heart.

Like ridiculing Subaru's cowardice for honestly taking the stand to respond to demands,

"Yeah, if you're freaking out from the start, do it, asshole."

"Shit. Don't hit me with a big mouth like that."

"Nice. I'm not gonna do anything, and you're gonna ask me that, right? Waist Out."

Some kachin 'words pop up, but Subaru manages to recieve them with a "hahaha" dry loving laugh.

The unpunished threesome in my heart was named 'Tong Chin Kang', secretly lowering my drinks,

"So, what exactly do you want for a fucking hipster with this asshole?

"Just leave all the gestures. All of those rare kimonos and footwear. Just keep your pants on, all right? We're not demons, either!

A merciless mockery hits Subaru, who was grumpy.

Subaru was deeply uncomfortable with what they said, on the other hand, with the out-of-target sentiment that the concept of 'demon' was also in this world.

All the statues, kimonos and footwear, these demands are certain...

"You guys hit hard on the head or something where I don't know, after all?

It's exactly what they asked for when they first met.

Either we hit him in the head, or he's an unfortunate guy who doesn't have the memory to look at what we say either, or he won't even remember who he told because it's an overused temple dialogue.

I can't save enough to go from top to bottom, but considering the indissolubleness of our attitude toward Subaru, which knocked us over, I can't save the last possibility again.

"It's called felt, there's too many of them with some kind of memory shame..."

"Don't slap me for nothing. You're not willing to do what I say? Or do you have no head to do what I say?

"If you guys tell me about my head or something, I'm done..."

Only the last whine stays only in his mouth and Subaru shows a stance to do as he says for now.

Exactly. Negotiate your clothes and shoes to give them a break, or I'll do something about them coming up, but get my hands in a plastic bag in my hand...

"That -?"

He frowned on his discomfort, the biggest since he came to the other world.

"What, so?

Groaning, Subaru slowly checks inside the white plastic bag.

Contains a tonkotsu soy sauce flavoured coupler ramen, along with a phone and purse that was slightly left in my pants. And a golden treat that best matches your personal preferences.

Yes, a golden treat - a snack treat with a corn potage flavour.

It's the first food I've spoken of since I was thrown into this world, and it's a diplomatic means that helped greatly to relieve Grandpa Rom's outrage in the stolen goods store, something that should have gone content-free as a result.

- The confectionery is packed in a convenience store bag with the contents filled.

"I thought you ate. There was only a little left, never."

The contents of the bag should have been reduced to about a third.

The contents of the confectionery that is supposed to be there are undone. I don't even see any signs of opening it in the bag. Whatever you think is unusual.

The wound healing could be explained. Because there was a precedent for Satella's magic. Therefore, the consequences of two tragedies in the stolen goods store also saw Subaru settle in himself in the form of some treatment.

- But is it even possible to restore what should be gone, assuming a super healing magic user exists?

"Yes, replication magic..."

Reminds me that Grandpa Rom was pounding and spilling.

Replication magic - magic that makes it possible to replicate the existence there, albeit only on the outside. Using that magic to recreate this situation.

"The mouth of the bag goes away. I don't think you're saying restorative magic can fix even paste."

I don't think it's a realistic idea.

And at the expense of the development of this mechanical civilization, I think that the civilization of the magic system has developed, and I don't think I can understand the concept of pasting the mouth of this confectionery bag in the world.

Thoughts are blocked in all directions. But in blocked thinking, Subaru had halfway concluded that this phenomenon was not restorative magic. I don't show development while I'm concluding, because reason denied that anything else I had in mind, possibilities, was too out of common sense.

"Hey, Cora, what the hell are you doing?"

"Ah?"

A voice was heard right around the corner by the fake, and Subaru had a grumpy voice.

One of the men - the man who called himself "Kang" in the heart, the third of the hands-on karate fists. Subaru frowned at his appearance, which at some point came right to his side,

"What the hell, come closer. I'll tell you what, you don't have to help me. I can take my clothes off."

"Nobody's helping you like that! You must have fluttered over here!

For the first time since he was yelled at, Subaru realized that his appearance had come from the back of the alley to the street side.

They were moving unconsciously as they sank into the sea of thought. But it seems to the men that such a subaru demeanor only seemed hostile.

"If you don't do what I say, why don't I hurt you a little?

"Oh, come on, you're in trouble. Let's get him over here.

Seeing the men start trying to get into short-circuited behavior, Subaru often stops immersing himself in thought.

What we need to do now on this occasion -,

"Sora, get it!!

"Become!?

Shake up the plastic bag in your hand and throw it far behind the alley.

Draw a parabola, and the flying plastic bag goes all the way to the dark. Naturally, the gaze of the men who were looking for it as prey can also be found there.

Seeing that gap, I scratched the sides of the men and Subaru dashed furiously.

As I have concluded many times, escape from the men is the highest priority on this occasion. Then we have to go to the stolen goods store and get answers to the suspicions that have surfaced.

I think it's a stupid idea myself.

A user of therapeutic magic, a superhuman level user who could be either replicate or restore magic, happened to run into the tragedy of a stolen collection, treating the Subaru people free of charge from the spirit of mercy before them, freeing only Subaru in front of the eight hundred houses and walking away without even naming him from there on the hardvoid straight line.

It is still quite convincing to be heard such absurd quadripartite mountain tales.

"No, that's far from convincing either."

Integrity is still better that way.

At least compared to the baseless foolishness that just passed the back of my brain.

With two conflicting thoughts, Subaru runs through the dirty ground in the alley.

If you go out onto the main street and run around with a big voice, they can't come after you, either. The contents of the plastic bags are spare, but I removed them just before, so all I have left inside is a confectionery bag and a little change in heavy stone substitutes - minor as damage.

So he concluded and took his foot, and Subaru was anxious that the step missed his aim greatly on the fence.

My body shakes about, and I step on it with a leg that I should have put forward. but now the force falls out of my knees and I kneel on the spot.

Put your hands on the front and scold yourself for being an idiot to fall at this time. However,

"That's crazy..."

An arm that stood on the ground shuddered gushingly, trying to help me get up. Not very much, but I can't lift my body. Before that, I dropped what I had in my hand.

"That's why I was honestly listening, you idiot."

The mockery was heard directly behind him, and Subaru managed to lean his neck towards you.

Behind you, standing right next to Subaru is the man who had the most humiliating nickname 'Chin' because he stood second.

He keeps that crude attitude, distorting the edge of his mouth and pointing at Subaru.

Following that pointed point with his gaze, Subaru figured out why he had fallen.

- There's a knife poking around the back and hips of the falling Subaru.

"Oh... crap..."

At the moment of consciousness, an embarrassing severe pain ran and blocked Subaru's throat.

Even the freedom to strike around in sharp pain, extremely pure and primitive, is taken away.

- Stabbed! Stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed, stabbed.

Unlike the other two, only the chin with the knife had consciousness not headed for the plastic bag. Only he would have meant at that point that he was more attracted to those who hurt Subaru than the value of things.

After all, it was dealing with Chin that should have been a priority over the two Tong and Kang.

This is the reward for failing to do so. In the last few hours, severe pain of the kind I have no longer tasted many times. But no matter how many times you taste it, you can't get used to this forever.

"Hey, you stabbed me"

"You don't have a choice. Try to escape to the surface. I'm not talking about trouble."

"Oh, this is no good. Don't die after the contents of your stomach are scratched.... Kimonos are chicks too."

Stab one person and complain at the edge of the severe pain about whether you have anything else to think about.

If you haven't broken your mind about something else, the pain your consciousness may take. And in view of Ton's words, it's a kind of wound that once you lose consciousness, you can never come back.

We still have to deal with it while we're conscious.

Make that decision, gather the power left over from your whole body, and gather the power for a single howl. Put it on your tongue, try to roar,

"Yes, the second one before they do something!

A second knife, mercilessly, was stuck in the middle of his back.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The shock-like paralysis that was about to be emitted canceled to run to the tip of his hands and feet.

Shock is no longer confined to the dimension of allowing pain or actions such as shouting. There were no more options left for Subaru.

My back wound must have reached my lungs.

Repeated rough breaths like plundering make your lungs harder to breathe without swelling. The lack of oxygen has a great impact on Subaru's activities, and thoughts are still so fragile that they seem to interrupt.

The sensation of the hands and feet disappears, and I don't even know if I'm lying down or on my back.

My eyes shouldn't have been cut this time, but my vision was dark and I couldn't see anything.

- This time, what is it?

It was pathetic to have myself in the thought that I should have truncated it as ridiculous.

If that's a pathetic idea, I'm going to give it to you first.

- Distract consciousness from dying. Before you die, grasp the world.

My eyes are dead. My hands and feet are over. All I have left is my nose and ears. Then use both to the maximum extent possible. Any leftover incense is fine, and I don't care if they curse at me. The smell of mud in the alley. Iron smell of blood coming up. My nose is dead now. Dead. I think I only have a few ears left to work with.

"... or gold eyes... but have..."

"... holy shit! The guard... put it on... ru!

"....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Shit!... then it'll be stylish...!!

Only such very few conversations could be picked up. I wish I could have picked it up, but my brain is already dead to understand what that means. I just asked because he's dead. I heard. I don't know if I can remember that. I guess I'll remember. What do you want to do with it? I wonder what you want to do. I don't know what...

Like following a dead brain before anything else, the other functions were also breathless one after the other, and at the end of the day, he exhaled the plundering sound of falling out, and Natsuki Subaru lost his life three times.

When consciousness awakened, Subaru was in darkness.

Realizing it was the darkness that he had begun, he gently pushed open his closed lid - and Subaru groaned small and made a hiss with his palms in the pain of the dazzling sun burning his eyes.

"Brother, where's Ringa?

The voices I'm used to hearing are asking Subaru that in front of me.

The ears are normal. The hustle and bustle on the boulevard was as loud as ever, far from the brutal silence in that alley.

Even though it's just the difference between a bottle of street and a broken side if you try to distance it.

"I'm sorry you can't even bend one of those streets."

Listening to the whine of self-derision, but not in reply to himself, the husband of the distinguished eight hundred houses with white scars looks grumpy.

Subaru knew from the hands-on experience that he was actually an unexpected caretaker, although it seemed like a tough one. I don't think my husband remembers that.

With that in mind, Subaru turned to that scarface again,

"How many times have you seen my face?

"You're new to everything many times, brother. I'll never forget that prominent outfit, okay?

"What was the day of the month?

"The moon of Tamms, the fourteenth day."

"Thank you. - I see, the moon of Tamms."

I don't know if you ask.

What is the calendar like in this other world in the first place? For once, it is conceivable that there are more solar calendar things than can be talked about in what month or day.

I know it's common sense, but it's also a story that can be asked. Especially for the eight hundred shopkeepers who are still enthusiastically passionate about business.

He was a shopkeeper who patiently attached to a pushy Subaru, but I guess he just didn't think he could handle the customer so much trouble buying a piece of fruit.

I give you the ringa and the dots I put on my hands and urge you to make a few decisions.

"So, brother, where's Ringa?

It's a sales smile that fills strong faces and takes the form of a laugh.

It's not funny to see a white scar stick and it's supposed to be a loving laugh but in a way that children don't like.

such a response to him, Subaru put his hands on his hips and put his chest up,

"I'm sorry, but there's no infinite amount of soil!

"Get lost!"

Subaru escapes with his other body when he is unwittingly outraged.

I can't come to that store for a while longer, in two ways.