Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"Huh..."

In the sunlight, I woke up.

I am proud that awakening is a good one, I do not get caught in the slightest sleep of waking up, but I get my body up.

"What...?.....................!

When I wake up, the pain runs all over my body.

Why? I remembered why.

On my journey, I was surrounded and slapped by ugly orcs and brought into their nests.

And the moment the orcs tried to offend me, the light covered me up.

Yes, there is a warmer light, like the sun falling from this heaven...

What the hell was that? I imagined, the door to the room was opened.

"Oh? You woke up?

It was the woman with brown hair who showed up with the wooden door open.

"Does it hurt anywhere?

The woman asked as she sat in the chair she had left right near me sitting on the cot.

"... a little. But for moving, there's no problem, there's no problem."

It's awkward Isurel. I can tell for myself.

But I think he grew up a lot as an elf until a few years ago.

"Heh, that's good."

She shows a smile reminiscent of flowers.

"You, your name, why only?

I guess this woman helped me. I wanted to hear her name.

"My name is Shelly. What's your name?

"Me, Lillie Lee. Old words, so, healing, people,"

"Yes. That's a good name. It's lovely."

I guess I thought sincerely. She answered me with a smile that even I of the same sex would love.

I was sure. This woman helped me.

"Shelley,. You did, but you saved me?

So I tried to thank her, but she denied me by shaking my neck sideways.

"No. It was the man in the guild who helped you, the man who said Yuya Shiloh?

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"This, people?

"Yeah.... hehe, you sleep well, don't you?

When she said she wanted to thank the man who helped me, she took me to a different room in the same house.

I was there.

"Hehe, you're the type to make Mr. Shelley wear it... goo"

and would be doing something nasty to Mr. Shelley in his dreams, he was a sleeping man with a sloppy face.

………

I was unexpectedly stunned.

Was I helped by such an incompetent man...?

The man who helped himself was like the Prince of the White Horse where I say in the land of men... what a sweet imagination I wanted to scold myself for.

"Mm-hmm, cum"

Disgust ran.

He suddenly headed into the sky and poked his lips and began to imitate kissing.

No, you will be. In a dream, against Mr. Shelley.

"Heh heh. Isn't he funny?

Shelley next door laughs as I am so disgusted.

"Hello?... this, but?

"Yeah. What's the difference?... Oh well. You don't know Lily, do you?... Look at that, huh?

As I pointed my finger to see the filth, she went near him with a crunch and a laugh, whispering.

"Would you like some rice? Do you want to take a bath? … or………"

"In Mr. Shelley. Yes, yes!!......... that?... Am I now?

Awakened in one shot to her whisper, he rose and leaned his neck to the sight in front of him, very different from the dream that would have spread in his brain.

"Hehe. Good morning, Mr. Yuya. We're ready for breakfast, right?

"Thank you, Mr. Shelley.... What's for breakfast this morning?

When Shelley speaks to him when he wakes up, he returns in a refreshing manner, like a good young man who doesn't make him feel perverted until earlier.

"It's a Horn Rabbit stew. Confidence, isn't it?

"Is that true? Me, I like you, Mr. Shelley......, stew of!

"Ugh, thank you. Could you please go upstairs first?

"Yes!"

That's what he said and left refreshed.

"Right?. Isn't she cute? Even though she's gazing, she's desperately hiding it."

Looks like I misunderstood Shelly.

Shelly, I'm guessing you're the one who calls it the little devil system.

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Then I spent the day observing the man who said Yuya Shiloh.

-Yuya Shiloh, who works in the field to help the village where she is staying.

Whether it was fun to work in the field with unfamiliar hands or how to get the violin down to the ground with a mixed nose looked like it would be fun to get this far.

looks blatantly turning her body around when Shelly shows up.

I'm still a pervert.

· Once again, Yuya Shiloh helps you with your work.

I showed you the amount of skill that the head office was flashing. He slapped the great tree, whose thickness exceeded the great adult, into a knife, and cut it into fine dust before falling down the great tree, about to be broken in half.

This is awesome because I showed it with an axe that emphasizes sturdiness over sharpness.

but as soon as I was praised by Shelley, who heard the story, my earlier Rin dissolved and I started laughing weirdly with a sloppy face.

I'm still a pervert.

· Beyond noon, Yuya Shiloh becomes a playmate for the children of the village.

After lunch he started playing with the children of the village, even though he had promised.

It's an odd game where a character called a ghost (basically one person) touches a person who escapes and says that a ghost replaces that touched person and that the runner changes and goes.

He was following the fugitive at an unusual rate when he became a ghost and, conversely, he was boosting his play with a move to say that he would run slowly when he became a fugitive.

They're limiting the place, and I laughed too watching him when he was pushed into the wall, etc.

moves change as soon as Shelley gets into view. I caught the kids in an outdoor-stained move and started running away.

Though the kids were also cackly happy to see that move, you want to show Shelley the good stuff until you lose your game balance? And I get angry.

I knew it was just a pervert.

-Yuya Shiloh wielding a wooden knife in her hand.

Yuya Shiloh returns to her house tomorrow, laughing bitterly that she wants to play more.

I guess this is how I promised you today.

Sending all the kids back, he got a wooden knife from Mr. Shelley's grandfather and the village chief of this village, and started waving a wooden knife in his hand in the garden of the house.

Lift the wooden knife down, lift it down. Repeat such monotony over and over again.

At first, I thought it wouldn't get clogged, but I started to think that the motion was beautiful within repeated times.

I learned that sophisticated behavior turns even a savage sole, called swordsmanship, into supreme art.

Repeating his bareback, he suddenly stuck a wooden knife to the ground and took off his clothes on top.

This, I can't believe I'm taking my clothes off outside like this! I'm still a pervert!. And it was me in a panic, but when he threw his clothes away, it sounded like Dossa, and I didn't think the clothes had fallen.

He made an unusual amount of sweat and threw away the clothes that had been weighed down by his inhalation of the sweat.

And the flesh that appeared from under the garment was again in the supreme realm.

Should I say there is no waste of meat?. His body had demon-like muscles optimized to drive at wind-like speeds.

It's not rough, but its muscles don't let go of the sight of the beholder.

Taking off his upper body clothes and throwing them away, he started waving as if he had enemies in front of him, not bareback this time.

A wooden knife that makes wind-cut noises every time you shake it with a boom, boom, boom.

Waving it, he stares at the void in front of him with a sharp gaze.

The sharpness of that gaze made me wary.

Don't miss one foot at a time! gaze that says.

I felt that when I was exposed to that gaze like shooting, people would be scared of it and unable to fight properly.

And I guess that's how he triumphs over the dull enemies of movement, as if they were snakes.

You can't possibly remember the war.

What a calculated battle.

That's what I thought, betrayed in a good way.

Ni.

He laughed.

Not a grin like eating people, just purely enjoying the struggle, that smile like a child.

Dokun, and I found my heart rattling.

... I wonder what I was thinking of being stupid. He did not fight such a cunning battle.

No, this isn't either.

Yes, they are not even his enemies, such as those who will not be able to fight properly in the sight of shooting!

He endured it, and it was the leading warrior who came across it who recognized and fought as his enemy.

Then I guess someone who made him laugh is someone he thinks is fun enough to admit.

If that good enemy was in front of him now, he would have burned a famous battle of the century in his eyes...

I was wondering and desperate not to see his good enemy floating in the void.

Bum!

I wonder how long it's been since I started barebacking.

When a loud wind cut sounded, there he stopped the swinging wooden knife in the air, pitted as if it had stopped time, and his figure stationary.

Winning or losing has been decided.

I guess the blade stationary in the air is placed on the neck of the good enemy.

Who can blame me for mistakenly seeing a wooden knife as a famous sword struck by a rare blacksmith?.

I applauded both (...) warriors for showing me the supreme battle as a warrior.

He saw me.

Dokun, his chest rattled again.

His eyes were round to surprise. Apparently you thought there were no bystanders?.

"Huh..."

Have you broken the world between us? and became anxious, to the age-appropriate, lit grin he showed at the next moment,

It took my heart.

Dokun, dokun, dokun. I won't stop.

My chest can't stop squealing.

What has happened? My chest moves so hard that it hurts.

Your face gets hot, it's painful and hard to breathe.... what the hell is this?

When I was in a hurry for the first physical anomaly I could remember, Mr. Shelley appeared from the village chief's house and said dinner was ready, and called me and him.

From him, the brave, sharpened atmosphere of the earlier days blew away, throwing out a wooden sword that had reminded me of the sword of love I had spent my whole life with, and rushing out to Mr. Shelley with a sloppy face.

Seeing that appearance made me sad, not disgusted, for some reason.

Unlike earlier, the pain of a torn chest strikes me.

I almost cried out at the bitterness, but picking up his abandoned clothes, it was funny, I felt that the pain was relieved a little.

He's... perverted,... maybe...

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"Phew..."

I had dinner and sighed small in the room where I slept when I woke up in the morning.

Sitting on the cot, Concon, and the door to the room were knocked.

"Yes, go ahead"

"Hehe."

It was Mr. Shelley who opened the door and showed up.

"How was he?... So, was he a bad guy?

She sat in a chair near her bet, just like in the morning, listening with a gentle smile.

"... no.... bad, not human, it wasn't"

I observed him all day today and I figured it out. He's certainly the kind of person who looks at women, especially Shelly, and thinks about sluts, but he's never evil.

Instead, I guess a lot of people admire him... he was enough to make me think.

Kindness shown to the children for their diligence in moving on and trying to help someone. And he showed me the wooden knife in his hand, that bravery.

Lily thought that if the world was worldly and he had a reputation, he could be celebrated as a hero.

"Yeah, that's good to hear. That's how he helped me."

"Huh!?

Her casual words shocked me enough to stand up.

Yes, that's right.... I'm not even thankful to him.

What a fool!

Dignity as a person to him for helping me, who was about to be offended and humiliated with my body, … I, I did not say a word of thanks.

Even I was trying to 'spot' him for helping me!

... What a punishment... Oh, my God.

It's a vengeful place to return the favor!

……

I ran out. I wanted to see him immediately and thank him.

"Hehe."

Seeing Mr. Shelley smile I saw just before I got out of the room, I also thanked her deeply in my heart.

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Tons, tons.

Gently knock on the door of the room where he would be.

"Yes."

From the door opened with an extended voice, a figure of him half-baked out.

"Ah.... erm..."

I can't help but stare at him.

I was watching him from above without revealing his name at all.

"Oh, the... thank you, I want to say"

At this time I cursed awkward words terribly.

I can't tell you this in these words. I can't tell you how grateful I am and how sorry I am.

When I'm distressed, he turns the look he was grinning at into a laugh.

"Then I want to know your name."

Docun!.

His words, whispered with a sweet whispering voice, were the language of my hometown that I could best use.

"Give me Alexerian!?

I give it back in Alexerian, the unique language that I pass on to Elves.

"Oh. A friend of mine has an elf man. Remember while you're arguing with him. '

That's what I said and I closed one eye and winked at him, and I laugh crunchily.

"I'm Yu. Yu Yashiro '

'Huh?'

I couldn't understand what was said for a moment.

"What's your name...?

He understood that he heard my name, and I would have acted fast.

"Lily Lee. My name is Lily Lee. '

to me, who answered almost reflexively. He

"Healer... That's a good name."

Yes, he laughed at me.