Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- A clear blue sky was spreading over Subaru falling on his back.

To be summoned to another world, about a month and two weeks have passed in retrospect.

In the meantime, how many times has it been decided to look up at the blue sky in this way? The entrance clouds are blocking the sun greatly, but the brilliant shining sunshine near noon is pouring this way through the thickness of the clouds.

The feeling of being burned behind the lid in the dazzling sun. Reflectively narrowing his eyes and feeling tears creeping from the back of his eyes, Fufu Subaru thinks indescribably.

"Speaking of which... I've never encountered a rainy day in this world so far"

Throughout the day, we haven't come across a day like it's been raining deeply.

Light rain hung out late at night, and there were several times when the trees and lawns in the morning brought water, but this is not the experience I had of savoring full rain.

The temperature is somewhat hot for a long sleeve - is it physically the feeling of June in the original world, or around it such as the head of October? Thinking of the low rainfall, it may be hitting something called the dry season in this world.

"Is it time to end it?

Such a voice can be heard in the pretense of Subaru, who is sinking into the unexpected play of thought.

Him and hold his neck gently in a leaning position to confirm the voice - one old man stands a few meters from Subaru, where he sleeps on the ground.

The back length is slightly higher than Subaru's and he caresses his rich gray hair carefully as he ages. He is dressed in black monochrome butler clothing and wears a tight atmosphere, commensurate with his pasty costume.

The spine is stretched out perfectly, but the standing position is just beautiful and the person looks relaxed, and the soft face is engraved with a gentle wrinkle.

However, in the hand of the old gentleman, a long wooden sword is held.

"No, not yet. I was just philosophizing."

"Well, that's an interesting story. What did he think?

"Big fire up there, flood down there... this, nah"

Lift your legs up and stand up with momentum in a swinging down motion.

There is still something heavy in the core of the body, but the impact of a non-damaging blow is insignificant. In his leisure time to get up, he turns and checks everywhere, and Subaru turns and fronts as he twirls the wooden sword that remained in his grip - poking at Wilhelm.

"See you soon, I'd like a guide."

"By the way, what was the answer to your earlier philosophy?

"Oh - pee and reverse gill"

Step in as you say, draw a semicircle from the bottom in a low position and strike the wooden sword in.

The tip sweeps the atmosphere and the wind winds have zero momentum enough to crush the bones. but

"Ugh!"

"It's too powerful. Hands, feet, neck, hips, and then on the face."

Wilhelm's wooden sword is plugged into the orbit of the punch, and the circular motion is threaded and bent in a smooth motion to take the aim off. A sword strike dancing in the palm of an old man who turned himself painfully across the shoulder watermark where a blow to the head aim passes further overhead of his tall opponent.

Jaw, throat, dovetail, gold - all human steeples joining the midline. Wilhelm's wooden sword caresses those steeples carefully and blows Subaru away with the shock of just touching him.

The power of the blow is negligible just because it has returned its own momentum. But still, the shock of being hit by a steep spot held my breath, and there were things that just stained my vision red for irritation of pain.

Svalbard, who hits more and flips, and is recessed just the same distance as he stepped in. Once again, just like earlier, it becomes a big letter on the ground, and the blue sky is looking down at this one again and mocking it if its red-dyed vision opens.

"Is it time to end it?

Wilhelm's call with no discouragement, no signs of sarcasm or contempt, no fine dust.

How many times have you already heard that voice questioning your intentions?

"Twenty-third time, no."

"Oh, remember in discipline"

"Or so it is. I forget what people hate, but I don't forget what people do to me... that's the man."

Subaru's body slowly gets up over time, bragging about not being proud. The damage is insignificant, as always in excellent condition.

Rising up to support the re-gripped wooden sword and cleansing the adherent tip of the soil with a bare gesture, he poked that tip again into Wilhelm,

"One more, please"

"Whatever it takes. Let's change the fun now."

At the same time that there was a reply of acceptance, Subaru shouts without hearing any further.

From the position of lowering yourself and sitting on your hips, the next blow is not a line, but a dot - that is, revenge with a thrust that minimizes the range of punches.

It's impossible to scratch just the same mastery as the old man in front of you, like beating four steeples in a flash. So Subaru's thrust is a blow, and he can get himself into it instead.

The aim is to hit the larger torso, anywhere near its center - the tip of a wooden sword with such willingness is slowly sucked into the middle of the old body's black garment,

"Hit-!?"

It was a blow I unleashed with the intention of hitting it, but I didn't expect it to hit it, but the late upset. but the lack of response to a wooden sword that should certainly be a direct hit robs the tail of that euphoria,

"Humble -!?

I lose my weight with the feeling that my feet are dull, and the heavens and the earth flip as they are.

The brain couldn't keep up with the rapid release from gravity, and the ground was in a big picture in the flipping vision. Close your eyes without feeling the onset of severe pain, wondering if you will receive the full weight on your face without rubbing. and

"Seriously!

Just before his face dropped with momentum, now the feeling of a stiff stick being pressed against his abdomen. The body that was upside down flipped again - two legs rightly reaching the ground against gravity - to the feeling as if it had struck the iron rod momentum well.

Subaru, whose arms lifted accidentally in recoil, stretched pins and solidified in an athlete's position as if he had finished his gymnastics floor act.

I don't know what happened.

It's just in my head, "A spin? 'As he heard the mysterious voice, Fu Subaru realized the fact that the wooden sword, which should have gripped him so hard, was disappearing from his palm,

"Ahh."

As soon as I hurried around my neck trying to find it, I see an old man smiling right next door. In his hand, I saw a two-wielded wooden sword,

"Yes, it hurts."

His whole body was struck by countless gentle, light-hearted shocks, and Subaru was again blown irresistibly, rolling down the earth and grassy.

The taste of the soil spreads in your mouth and you wait for the damage declaration of each part of your body as you spit it out. Arms, move. Feet, paralyzed, but safe. Belly, it's time to be hungry. Face, I was born with bad eyes. Above, exquisite additions and subtractions without changing phase.

"That's what you get."

Convenience, a landeboo with the twenty-fourth meadow.

To Subaru, who was soiling a vese mighty in depression, his ringing voice rang from a high place.

Roll over to the side to secure vision, and Subaru sends his gaze to those who hear his voice. And there was a woman who looked down at the large subaru in the garden and also fell over the terrace fence.

"I was just listening to my voice, but they're a lot eager to do it"

"Has this gotten in the way of your executive duties, Master Kursch?

A green-haired woman with a cheek wand who keeps her weight on the railing - Wilhelm looking up at her from the same earth as Subaru puts fear on her voice at the emergence of Krush. Most of all, I didn't see any literal emotions in the sound of that voice, and Kursch on the receiving side waved,

"No, I was just about to take a breath"

She responded that way to Wilhelm, then went on to say "to it,"

"Whether it belongs to another person or to himself, I don't think it's transgressive that being diligent gets in the way, etc. Let them play with what they hire. Handle me, Wilhelm Ong"

"I understand. Although."

deep hips into the generous Krusch words, and then Wilhelm sees Subaru softly in the stream,

"Is it time to end it?

"I'm not going to be the guy who can't read the air enough to say it's going to end in the current flow,"

Standing up with a grassy body, Subaru turned himself three times - no, making sure he was safe for the twenty-fourth time, spitting out the dirt in his mouth,

"I don't feel comfortable being metaxed while the beauty watches me. Makoto, the gauge can be shredded."

On Subaru, who slaps lightly and turns his wrist, he silently throws the wooden sword that Wilhelm was taking away. twirling around. Catching it without difficulty, making sure of the feel in your palms and laughing bitterly at Subaru,

"You don't have to worry about it. It's not the first time I've seen Sir hurt."

"Ugh."

"I'm just being asked how it went, but I can't deny that Master Kursch felt a little too direct right now."

To Wilhelm's words as he held his chest down and looked sorry for Subaru groaning, Krush said, "Really?," he raised his eyebrows with a not-so-offensive face,

"It's only natural that you can't reach someone with no strength. Still, I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of if you only showed your desire not to bend."

To Kursch, who touches his jaw and says so, Subaru tastes a tickling uncomfortable feeling. Not many, because words that would appreciate that ugliness were no stranger to the fact that they were just the result of not being able to be overridden no matter what they said.

That's why she's been in front of Subaru...

"And. If it's painful for a woman to get guidance while she's watching, then that's something that's already been extended and repeated, isn't it?

To Subaru sinking into the sea of thought, Kursch says so and slackens his lips. She rides her half out of the railing and runs a meaningful gaze on the terrace - that gaze through Subaru and Wilhelm confronting her directly below, towards the edge of the garden.

There,

"... it's another sensation to be ashamed of in front of you."

"I know it's a problem to keep exposing your palms in the hands of an enemy sooner or later... am I the same at a time when you're putting someone like that in the mansion? I don't even know my mind."

Subaru hangs out even though the overhead Krush is saving himself while consciously trying not to get the tip of Krush's gaze toward him.

That's how when she finishes one thought,

"Wilhelm"

"Ha"

"My body made me want to move a little. I'll clear the rest of my business and get down there now. Earlier than planned, but ask for today's guide"

"Accepted. Please, don't rush."

"Given my current state of mind, that's a slightly more difficult offer."

Smiling thinly and away from the railing, Krusch looks back to the office in a limp position. Long green hair swirled like dancing to her manipulations agile, disappearing from Subaru's sight as she shimmered deeply in the sun.

Dropping it off, Subaru releases a faint sense of tension on his exhale.

Subaru laughs bitterly at his own body loosing to that blatant relief.

No matter how bad Krush is the type of opponent he doesn't like, he still has the worst impression he gives of it in his attitude.

Whatever.

"Is it time for you to end"

"Is that what you mean when you're not questionable?"

Wilhelm's words loosening the wooden sword - hearing the questionable words disappear from its tail, Subaru understands the end of this harsh and serene time.

The old man glanced at Subaru's attitude, where shame clearly appeared in his black eyes,

"When Master Kursch comes down, I must also serve as a guide. That's why I'm hired at the Karsten family."

"He said he wouldn't be any more selfish. It's just that, even though I have free time, I'm getting a super bee."

I have a sense of loneliness that the archery is over, but that makes stopping my legs a nuisance to the other side. Even I wish I were weak. I wanted to avoid buying unhappiness. Much longer, though it may be too late.

- I'm coming.

"Anytime."

In accordance with the declaration, Subaru's body kicks the dirt and jumps forward.

There's no restraint or anything. For his twenty-fifth and final challenge, Subaru chose a head-on, non-skinny blow.

Swing the wooden sword up in the large upper section and shake it down with your hands firmly gripped.

One shot of Tangbamboo cracking cut the sky, and its tip slammed into the earth, losing sight of the end point, when Subaru's body, which had not been able to kill the momentum, stepped forward.

And

"- Huh!"

That's how Subaru felt to be beaten, as countless slaughters flashed.

Subaru entered the Krush Karsten mansion, two days had already passed.

Mansion - but in this case, it does not mean the main house of Krusch, the Duke of Karsten. Her main residence, with its territory as Duke, is not in the King's Capital, and the mansion where Subaru is in trouble falls into a separate mansion that is only used during her so-called stay in the King's Capital.

The upper level of the Wang capital - among the aristocratic neighborhoods lined with luxury homes, the mansion existed in a corner lined with a group of mansions rather than houses.

The scale just doesn't extend to the Roswar mansion, which pioneered vast tracts of rural land into darkless arrow cod, but the interiors and ornaments are equivalent or more from an amateur's point of view.

If we also look at inviting guests on a land called Wang Du, it will also be necessary to pay attention to these points when it comes to the Duke's house.

The fact that it is not a simple gold hobby is so apparent from being a pragmatic Krush person. I think the value is too tight to think of as part of the necessary expenses.

In that regard, I find somewhere cozy that the simplicity of the garden, which does not require such props, seems to reflect the temperament of the Lord of the Mansion.

The plantations surrounding the mansion are carefully organized at the hands of gardeners, while the gardens are only wasted with low back grasslands. In any case, I guess the simplicity of the garden is also in a form suitable for its use.

The main use is therefore the role of Svalbard as a place to conduct combat training as well. It seemed to represent the nature of Krush, who seems to prefer iron to flowers, around not needing gardens to entertain the eyes there, etc.

"May I stand, Lord Subaru?"

Wilhelm's voice takes a long way to Subaru, where he was swimming irresistible thoughts.

hands up to it and responded silently, listening to the old man's relief at the end of his tympanic membrane,

"Thank you again today"

"What, until you dated the old bone boredom. This is me, I'm not good at teaching people things and I'm embarrassed"

"Can't someone hired as a sword guide do that or something?

"Instead of being a guide to Master Kursch, he's simply attached to creating mindsets in action... I don't have much to tell you in words."

Responding with a bitter smile to Subaru's words, then Wilhelm got herself in good hands with a cool face that wasn't even sweating or scratching.

"You won't be able to move because you're exhausted now. There's still time for Master Kursch to come down. I was wondering if I should do that until I could move."

"Let me do that. The feeling under my head feels super good! I've lost in every way, but only at this moment am I the winner!

He nodded small at Subaru, who beat him badly as he fell asleep, and Wilhelm looked down at Subaru and beyond with his spine right,

"We will circle the mansion around. After the break, as yesterday, you may like it. - Regards, Lord Subaru."

"- Yes, thank you for your attention"

Nestled right next to the sleeping Subaru, a person who had never uttered a word before responded so.

She kneels on the ground with her familiar black based apron dress and takes it softly with her own knees under the head of falling Subaru.

A maid-dressed girl who adorns herself with a white headdress under her shorter blue hair - a lem.

From the corner of the garden she watched silently for all the substantial hanging archeology that was only famous for the simulated battle between Subaru and Wilhelm.

So he rushed under the scratched Subaru until he had done all he could, and now he is working his labor in the form of a knee pillow.

Its devotional appearance was a tribute to being a servant, and its emotions were clearly more than obedient to the glance of merciful Subaru on his knees. but Wilhelm, who stopped looking at it, doesn't mention it.

Because that eye is the very brilliance he has seen on a daily basis and many times in this mansion.

Therefore the old man does not touch the heart of the blue-haired girl in any way, and when he breaks his hips with a refined modus operandi,

"Now if you'll excuse me. Ferris should be back in the afternoon, too. By then, Lord Lem and Lord Subaru, it would be helpful if you stayed in your room."

"We apologize for the inconvenience. As such."

Rem to take Wilhelm's word for it quietly. When the old man draws his jaw satisfactorily to her gruesome response, he slightly narrows his eyes and looks at Subaru.

Then he turned his back without saying anything, and now it was time to disappear from the garden.

As soon as the different presence emitted by the flesh of the old man is lost, the garden is overflowing with a sense of openness that interrupts what was stranded.

When overwhelming as if even the grass had been forbidden to breathe, the garden turns into a blow-out meadow with nothing to even block the wind or the birds from twisting.

In it, he just glanced at Subaru with a blur, leaving his whole body feeling to the soft feeling beneath his head and everything in his spirit to throw at him.

Rem taking it doesn't say anything.

I just took it silently to mercy Subaru's weight, and from time to time, I put my finger in Subaru's dark hair to remind him that time had not stopped, combed it with gentle manners.

"... I am"

Secondly, Subaru moves such a little time in motion.

Hearing a whispering, plundering voice spun with shaking lips, Rem's fingertip movement stopped. sweet to her kindness waiting for these words as they were, Subaru took plenty of time to mouth the continuation of the words before

"Weak."

Mouth the blur and the fact that you don't have to deny it.

The wind blew, and the forehead Lem was stroking was entrusted to the atmosphere, and the feeling conveyed the feeling of Lem moving his knee slightly and wandering.

"Right."

After a lot of silence, Rem says so in a short voice.

It was so naturally affirmed that I was late in realizing that it was a response to my own words earlier, and then I realized it, and now I accept the content of the words, and Subaru looks up to stare at the upside down lem, with his knee-pillow posture,

"You, this place is normal, 'That's not true. Subaru is super nice, cool, and so strong and mammoth happy, isn't this the occasion for you to say something like' cum already 'and cheer me up?

"If Subaru wants it."

Rem responds that way without changing his expression to Subaru, who gives hope with a subtly high female voice. Subaru prefaced her attitude like that with "okay,"

"Well, take two. - I'm weak."

"Yes, that's right"

"I was listening to your current exchange!?

"Subaru-kun was the one who listened to Rem's answer?

Protesting with his legs pinned on unexpected lips, Rem tilts his neck with even a merciful look at Subaru's reaction like that.

Subaru stuffs her voice with such words, then slowly rebuts in her head what Rem has spoken. And

"Rem's amazing."

"Yes, but your sister is more awesome."

"I don't understand that lamb supremacy thought alone, but it's amazing."

Drawing strength out of his legs, Subaru places everything in Rem's lap by imposing on himself a feeling of weakness that makes his whole body bone disappear.

Rem again, squinting his finger into Subaru's forehead as he closed his eyes.

"Lem is here to do what Subaru wants."

"... there's self-denial in there that I'm weak. Is that what you want me to do?

"Is it not?

Leaning the neck he was leaning against, Rem asks with the utmost purity of eyes.

Subaru, in contrast, did not produce words, except exhaled deep, long, low breaths from his nose, and replied that he was silent.

Quiet, uninterrupted, lazy time keeps flowing.

Before sinking into the sea of thought, Subaru finally loses sight of his place between the present and the narrow of his dreams, as he is about to be swallowed by the drowsiness he has brought.

"Is it time to go back? Don't let Master Kursch and Mr. Wilhelm get in the way."

But the passage of time shakes equally.

Subaru reticed to Lem's words shaking his knees, then twisted his neck and shifted his posture to a shape that entrusted his cheeks to her feet.

"Almost. Because I feel good about Ft. Momo"

"Yes. - Subaru, if that's what you want"

A lem on his knees pulled that power out, and Subaru's suggestion is acceptable.

Sweetened by its boundless tenderness, Subaru does not think about what he does not want to think, sinking his body deeply and deeply into the tranquillity of the mud.

- Three days from the day when the start of the king's election was declared, the day when Subaru and Emilia decided.

Natsuki Subaru was well, rotten.