Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

My heart hurries, but my footsteps are cautious.

Subaru kept treading through the dark nights, following Luca's words, which he still squeezed out hard in the back of the woods - in his hazy consciousness.

Tension that makes my mouth thirsty and my throat tingle. Kill your breath, kill your footsteps, move on through the ever-darker forest, move on. There's only a faint stray there, but I don't see any weakness in it that scares me to go forward.

Sometimes it's the big mouth I slapped on Rem, but Subaru doesn't think his actions have a chance of winning, etc. Besides, Subaru doesn't value himself highly enough to jump into a scene where the winning eye is zero without fear.

As fallen for no reason in the original world, the rating I would put on myself in this world is the lowest - to the extent that there is probably only about a ton of tinkans down there.

Because you're making that decision, you're not in the kind of foolishness that steps into a no-win arena. dwarfs and cowardice looking for excuses, even in situations where you can never pull off.

Because you are aware of it, you can follow the fine threads that you overlook and scratch to keep up with the answers.

"Think back, the status quo. If the Warcraft is a trick, that dog..."

I tend to keep an eye on that horrible facet and the spells that actually take my life, but from a bigger point of view, wins also come to mind.

No matter how lethal the trap is, the existence that exchanged it is only that weak puppy. If a style array that fits snugly in a child's hand and looks adorable = combat power is the goal,

"You just can't lose, can you...?

How to look for a pitiful chance of winning, hoping for the opponent's small size.

But I don't even think it's an off-target idea. Subaru was already de-cursed by Beatrice's hand. If, then, his presence tries to put Subaru in its hands again - it should be possible to throw a blow in first.

The possible advantage in the event of a battle, its thin thread, is the driving force behind Subaru's footsteps today. Of course, I am aware that that is the case when the conditions of the Subaru headquarters overlap to the maximum.

Naturally, I can imagine the worst in a way contrary to that -

"No, no, don't. When you draw the worst patterns, it is God's way in this world to gladly creep through that line and bring worse situations."

In view of my previous achievements, I will put up a line of prevention before eating a terrible cliche. Even though I know it's the way this world shows dearness that relentlessly strips that line of prevention and chooses the wounds hidden underneath.

"- Huh!"

Stuff your breath at the discomfort that has occurred on your pretend and stop your legs.

The feeling of changing the air was transmitted to the skin with certainty, and it was found that the temperature of sweat on the forehead, which was flowing from fatigue, dropped sharply.

Stimulating the skin with a needle is the aftermath of intimidation that the intense presence unconsciously releases. There it is, I feel so afraid of instincts just because.

The warmth of the atmosphere changes, and when air flows are disturbed, it carries a strange odor. Until earlier, there was such a raw odor in the woods that only the smell of depressed grass and soil stood in, that I accidentally looked up.

Unlike the smell of an out-of-popular lem, even the nose of an ever-homogeneous Subaru clearly shows. It's the creature's characteristic raw odor - more tangibly, the one called beast odor.

Unstoppable to stir up a bad feeling, Subaru kills his breath and moves forward.

I peeked softly into my face from the gaps in the trees and saw who was responsible for the smell that drifted - I learned that the thin thread that was peeling had been plumply chopped off.

- It was assimilated to the deep darkness of the forest, with pink black body hair clustered together.

Will the body be comparable to a large dog? A long limb firmly treads the earth, supporting a body weighing no less than Subaru.

Developed beast claws and fangs that do not fit into the mouth are precisely a collection of violence that has evolved specializing in wearing and cleaving meat.

In the darkness that blocks the light from the branches, only those shitty, glowing red eyes cannot be overlooked. It dizzled around and even seemed to wait now or now to prey on its fangs.

thing, I can clearly see that floating in the dark.

- That alien appearance where only the threat was extracted by the time it was just pure, that's the Warcraft.

"And he..."

Confirming its appearance subtly, Subaru explores his memory as he touches his jaw.

The appearance of a warcraft in front of you - and I recognize it.

At the end of the last loop, it looks terribly similar to the horned one that played Subaru and Dead Fight. At first glance, I can't confirm the presence of horns on my forehead. but assuming it's the same,

"Last time, you had a successful revenge without trying..."

Not that that's any consolation, but there's also the feeling that the hoarding drops slightly when I think I was paying off one arrow.

Most importantly, as all of the events of the last loop remain only inside Subaru, it is unlikely that that fact will bring some change to the situation before us.

If there is a harvest,

"You know those nails and fangs aren't creepy..."

The nails were clawed and the fangs were stylish, I don't expect any expansion, but I was at best depressed to find out the threat was just real.

And by confirming the appearance of a large warcraft, Subaru's readiness rapidly begins to squeeze again. A thinner odds of winning than they were originally in a completely interrupted form.

It is Svalbard's course of action not to appear reckless, in keeping with the earlier self-diagnosis.

"Anyway, take your time..."

Let's get off this scene and wait for the rendezvous with Rem, when I made that decision.

――――

Without distracting himself from the presence of the Warcraft, he falls back with his appearance stared at. And in a slightly widened corner of sight, it drew Subaru's attention.

There is a forest abyss where the Warcraft stands, where fallen trees fold. Perhaps there is something like the dwelling of a warcraft in the gap between its fallen trees.

- Beside that fallen tree, one girl was being struck down.

Worn out clothes. Brown lowering that flaked. White skin is stained with blood everywhere, and it is not known in the distance how many body injuries fall into depression.

But the child,

"-"

Small, fine, voiced.

It conveyed the atmosphere, through the woods, and it struck Subaru's tympanic membrane strongly.

It was a distance that couldn't have arrived. Or I heard it, it's just an illusion.

If you look closely, the girl who falls has not even moved to perfection, and her wishes for miracles, such as only the groaning breath of such a girl, have arrived, are too puffy.

Subaru is the only one here. It's just Natsuki Subaru.

If doing miracles means heaven wants to help a girl, then it should be a stronger, braver hero who can be relied upon to be here.

Roswar, for example. Beatrice, for example. Reinhardt, for example.

They, or she, would have made it easy to break through this situation. I realized I was scared like Subaru, trembling beneath my knees, and so forth, and so on.

Lightly defeat the threat of the Warcraft, rescue the girl from despair, and lead the story to a completely indestructible happy ending. Wow, cool, elegant.

But Natsuki Subaru is here.

I have no power. There is no magic. Without wisdom, you don't have the wit to be maneuverable. If miracles befall you, let's scratch the crowd and jump to that right before anyone else. That's the kind of man I can't save.

It is Subaru who wants a miracle. It can't be a miracle.

Subaru chewed on his back teeth as the roots of his teeth were about to sound.

Breathtaking and touching your chest to make sure your heart beats. It's ringing. I'm sure it's ringing, but I don't know if that's fast or slow.

The passage of time is badly obscured. My vision feels like a mess and distortion, wiping my sweaty forehead, rubbing my eyelids, and trying to pierce my first aspirations - to the sidelines.

Yet,

"Hey, don't..."

Weak groaning, at the end of his gaze, the warcraft swung around its neck, watching the girl fall. Scratch the ground with sharp nails as it is, then turn to her in a loose motion. One step at a time, one step at a time, like cutting Subaru's heart out.

I can't read Warcraft's intentions. It was supposed to be him who dragged her this far. Anytime, he could have killed her. Yet it was still alive. That kid who kept him alive moved, so now he tries to stop it. I don't know what that means. Irrational. We'll be there in just a few steps. Wait, that's crazy, I don't know what that means. What do I do? The winner, the odds, are invisible. The twisted yarn, it's nothing, it's just...

- If Emilia, I'm sure she won't get lost.

"... come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Breathe deeply, breathe well, and chew your lips off with your nails sticking up against your trembling knees. He chewed off his lips thoughtfully enough to bleed and awakened his consciousness with pain.

Natsuki Subaru can't do miracles or anything. All I can do is stink everywhere, scratch my feet, scratch my feet, and despair. I don't like it, so much so that I can waste my time and trouble Sekiyama.

Subaru does not overestimate himself. Therefore, I see what I can do.

The limit is to inflict only minor scratches on fate. And if that limit is visible, then the extent should be fulfilled.

Take off your jacket and wrap it around your left arm with flaky butler clothes everywhere. Tighten tightly so that it doesn't come off, wipe the blood and face forward,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Raise your anger, kick in the grass, and jump into the corner where the Warcraft stands.

Suddenly the warcraft trembles loudly and does not fly, lowering himself and staring at Subaru.

Subaru also stepped on the ground and intimidated herself, inspiring herself with screams.

"Ahhh! Over here! Ooh, look! What's wrong, are you afraid!!

Spit and stand. He's sending pain all over his body that's about to explode in his heart.

In front of me, the body of the warcraft thus confronted was felt to a greater extent than I could have imagined. That has sometimes been seen in the long run, but it also has a huge impact being overwhelmed by overwhelming hostility.

What I learned in my last battle with the Warcraft was that, even if it is called the Warcraft in all respects, the way it is fought does not fall outside the boundaries of Subaru's well-known beasts.

Of course, there was no opportunity in the original world for Subaru to cross spears with four-legged beasts, but I have seen many times in comics and cartoons, such as the development of people and beasts fighting.

Among them, the most effective against opponents, whose main focus is to bite, would be operations covering their arms in a fabric as thick as Subaru is now.

This is the only way Subaru can prepare a response, also combined with the weakness of the equipment.

Stick your left arm forward and tow it, screaming, yelling, and intimidating.

Best if the Warcraft is timid and pushed away by Subaru's temper. But as was the case last time, these guys will never let their opponents escape once they've set themselves up as prey.

Contrary to Subaru's fury, which knocks down the silence of the forest, the Warcraft who stands low does not leak a single voice. I'm just quietly clamping my limbs and staring at Subaru as if I were going to gauge when to blow it up.

which is the prey, it seems even clearly indicated from that attitude that Subaru's voltage rises even further, gaining momentum and moving one step further forward,

"What can I afford?" Here!! Come on! Ko...... "

Disappeared.

All the while, the figure of the warcraft that was supposed to be in front of me disappeared to melt into the darkness.

Stunningly his throat freezes and Subaru finds himself stunned by a spasmodic eyelid tremor when he steals the moment of blinking. The Warcraft waited for the moment for Subaru to lose sight of himself.

Subaru is wary that the wild has made such an advanced drive, waiting for a moment for the confronting opponent. Keep your gaze running to the whereabouts of the vanished Warcraft,

- The moment that sight passed behind his brain, Subaru was pulling his right leg to jump on the spot.

"- Huh!"

"Zama! Let me see!

The Warcraft's fangs chew up the space where the pulled right leg was. If only slightly delayed, it would have been decided to the nerves. Avoiding a blow, Subaru kicks the torso of an empty warcraft from directly above.

Forward kicking in a collapsed position is far from overwhelming. But the damage was done to the warcraft screaming and rolling like a puppy.

Did you also feel humiliated by that weak cry, the reborn Warcraft glances at Subaru and finally strips out his fangs and fiercely lifts them up.

Red eyes stained with helix anger and fangs met again and again in the mouth spilling saliva.

- The previous blow just so happens. Last time, he was choosing his foot for the first attack, so this time he just believed it and pulled the hit.

"Oh, come on, come on! You must be pretty annoyed too, but this is more than yours, Kola!!

- Coming!

Unfounded certainty, but at the same time the figure of the Warcraft disappeared.

When it reappears, its long fangs protrude into the arm that had already been stretched in front of the eye, to the left of Subaru, to protrude forward.

Sensation of sharp fangs tearing through the thick fabric and piercing deep into the inner flesh.

"Yikes!!

Severe pain, sharp pain that is going to unintentionally make me half cry, punches my cranial nerves directly.

But...

"- I don't want to!!

Strengthen your muscles with your left arm. Naturally, the eaten fangs are less likely to fall out, and the movement of the Warcraft is completely stopped in conjunction with the effect of the tangled jacket.

with red eyes and Subaru's gaze intertwined, about to be swallowed by its overwhelming hostility.

"You bit me, you, even idiot -!!"

With each left arm holding in the body of the Warcraft, Subaru turns the fillet of thoughts. The body of the warcraft rose in centrifugal force, beating him from his back to the tree behind him with swirling momentum.

Honey, I felt like I heard a bitter beep, but I can't stop Subaru moving like that. Swing your body around swinging to make sure you don't miss the situation where you held down the murder weapon called the fangs, and beat the prey in your arms to the tree, to the ground, to the ground, to beat and beat and beat.

And finally,

"Shit!!

Swing it down from the top to the fallen tree and crush the face of the Warcraft.

Spectacular handfulness returned into his arms, and his strength loosed from the body of the Warcraft, which until then had been tempted to remove the restraint.

With a rough breath in its dismal reaction, Subaru collapses from his knees on the spot.

Look, I'm not mad at the eyes of the Warcraft that remain bitten by my left arm. There is a lot of blood spilling out of his shaggy, cracked head, and a sticking branch of tree sticking out on his back during several beatings.

Slowly, spread its jaw and pull out its fangs. My tongue spills all over me. You can see that life activity is completely stopped, and Subaru regains much of the breath that was about to stop.

"Win... did you"

Shut up, that's all you whine about, and take your bloody and salivated dirty jacket off your left arm. The skin under the jacket seemed terrible, and the stabbed fangs choosed the meat, and the white bones beneath it were even visible.

The pain I forgot about my excitement comes back from looking directly at the wound. with a grand face to that burn-like pain,

"Anyway, oh, it hurts. Shit, that kid..."

Crawl, manage to get behind at any speed, under the girl by the fallen tree.

Even though it was a battle that risked life and death, there is no finesse in the sense of accomplishment or realism of winning over it. All I have is the fatigue of weighing my body down and the repentance of wanting to erase from consciousness the rewards of the murders that have just been carried out.

No exhilaration, no triumphant aftertaste. I don't need it now. It's just that I could get what I asked for back at the end of the current feud, or the sense of impatience I wanted to make sure of that was much more winning.

"- I'm glad it didn't go to waste,"

Throw your back at the fallen tree with your left arm in your arms, Subaru exhales in deep relief.

Because I could confirm that the girl right next to me - her body faintly dirty with dirt and blood - did have a breath of life left. Instead, its complexion is blood-colored compared to earlier children, and the damage is extremely minor, except for minor trauma. Subaru, whose left arm is visible to the bone, seems to be more seriously ill.

"Don't worry... well, that's fine. On the day you leave a scratch on the girl's body, you have to take responsibility and get it for your daughter-in-law. No more. Emilia, it's going to be tough on polygamy."

If the dodgy relief falls, it's mental stability by light mouth to come back.

I told Rem to buy time, etc., but if I opened the lid, it would take the form of a brilliant elimination of the threat itself. Even if you're a little proud, you can't be punished.

"Buy me some time, but I guess I don't mind if I knock you out."

Quite a masterpiece, accomplished instead a petition that was not fulfilled by the original story.

Unstoppable thinking continues to repeat itself in order to mislead the pain of the wound. I want to take the girl to the village somehow, but the status quo doesn't leave me with the strength to do it.

Adults, waiting for Rem to rendezvous would be a good idea. Now there's no time limit. Worst case scenario, you'll figure it out even if you fall asleep here.

"Oh, my God, you can't be sleeping in dignity..."

Re-tie the loose jacket, let it hold and breathe as a tourniquet.

And Subaru's ears heard the sound of the bushes swinging in the lid far away.

Face up. Again shortly after I thought I had misidentified the sound of the wind, the same sound is straight ahead - I can hear it coming from the direction Svalbard popped out.

The direction Svalbard popped up in, which also turns out to be the direction he broke up with Rem. If so, it's the blue-haired girl who rocks the bush.

"I'm tired of waiting... unfortunately, your opponent isn't here"

Prepare such a dialogue as you would like to say once and wait for the meeting girl to pop in.

Signs of grass shaking and stopping across the bush. Subaru laughs bitterly when he feels his gaze wanting this one.

There's no one else to be wary of, raise your right hand to tell you so.

- Instead, my whole body caught me drifting like a backward beast again.

The bushes shake, stepping out of the other side, the shadow of the short four-legged.

And

"Dude, you're lying..."

Red eyes splitting brilliantly through the forest at night - I could see a peek from beyond the flock of trees in the front, beyond counting its light points.

I don't even like to count it. That's probably still not enough to add fingers on both hands and feet.

Stand up with your left arm held down and exhale deeply looking over the light point floating in the darkness.

Secondly, Subaru touched his cheek with his right hand and noticed it was pulling and distorting. The ends of my mouth are tight, creating a form of laughter.

Oh, I see, sure, this, unexpectedly, makes me laugh.

- You're dead, this.

An overwhelming willingness to kill explodes into that word, and the forest of silence is swallowed by frenzy.

The only thing I could do to Subaru was to show my will by sheltering the girl who was still unconscious behind her back and standing with her hands wide open.

- A scream pulls its tail high and high into the forest sky.