Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

Ten years after the shadow picked up the baby.

The girl lived in a temple with black exterior walls and a shadow named "Zed (Z)".

I said we live, but that's why we don't eat, play, or sleep together. He won't. They rarely stayed beside me except when Zed observed the girl.

─ And now it's time for that observation.

A girl and Zed were crossing each other's weapons in a training ground built outside the temple. The girl's specialty is a white sword shining in pure white. The opposing Zed is a pitch-black sickle wrapped around a black one.

When the girl was lightly bounced with a sickle the slaughter she had never known before, she jumped back a lot and distance herself from Zed. Wipe a sweat that falls zero off your forehead with your sleeves, breathing heavily on your shoulders.

Already thirty minutes since the observation began. The girl realizes that the limits of her health are just around the corner.

Zed called out in a pale tone as he held the Great Sickle on his shoulder.

"Dowsita? Mo Tired Letanoca?

I'm not being sarcastic. Zed doesn't say sarcasm in the first place. Simply observing the girl's condition, because she's just uttering words.

─ Still.

After inhaling deeply, he kicks thoroughly into the ground. The girl who captures Zed in the range of the sword wields a blow all over her body toward her flank. But the pure white sword never reached Zed. The blow all over his body is lightly tangled up in a sickle and his cuttoe pierces the ground.

"Hum." Jun Foot Technique "(c) Problem Nye. Daga, Dynamic Kiga Linear Pergilna '

Whimpering like a solitaire, Zed has unleashed a foot knife with tremendous speed. The girl pulls out her sword aggressively, shielding herself. Strong blow coming along with wind pressure like a storm. I couldn't stand it and got kicked out of the air.

"Grr!"

The girl, for a moment, nearly lost her mind when her brain was struck by a feeling of paralysis. He bites his tongue off and manages to hold it, while spinning in the air, he lands on the ground. As I wiped the bleeding out as I breathed, I noticed that my arms were experiencing severe cramps.

"Dijoub. Mada...... Madagan Barrel"

When the girl grabbed the pattern and suppressed the cramps, she swung her sword wide and strained the Arc. Junction by the sword. It is a structure that can intercept from any blind spot, and one of the sword moves taught by Zed.

"Prep Hadekitaka?

Zed asks as he wields the Great Sickle as if it were a twig. The girl gripped the pattern hard without responding to it.

"Preparation Hadekita Youdana"

As soon as Zed uttered his words again, Nurli and the discomfort covering his back. He jumps to the side in an aggressive fashion and dodges the blow that was swinging down immediately afterwards with a single piece of paper. As the girl turned behind Zed in return, she shook up her sword and stopped the movement. I had to stop it.

Because Zed, who left behind the remnants and turned further behind, was poking the tip of the Great Sickle at the girl's throat. A cold sweat poured out of my forehead.

"Dive moving kini twitte corel youni nattana. Hakonohennisiteokka Today '

With that said, Zed disappeared to melt to the ground. The oppressed air that covers the perimeter of the temple as soon as possible is fogged and the original silent world returns.

"Aligato Gozaimashita"

As the girl pulled out of her shoulder, she thanked Zed for going to the ground where she disappeared.

The girl's routine was set.

Learn a variety of things from Zed, including the situation on the continent, language, military science, witchcraft, swordsmanship and martial arts. Occasionally we went into the woods together and they also taught us how to hunt and cook prey. It is an education and training that is given to girls in the name of observation.

about one day when the observation had just begun in earnest.

Zed told me that the girl was a creature called a human being. In some difficult terms, he wants to get a grip. Who is Zed, who then looks too different from himself? The girl asked concerned.

"Me Nokotoka? Soudana... Kono World No Human Ga Yan Utkorono" Reaper Toi Uyatsudana "

Asking for unexpected words, the girl let her eyes shine. Because in one of the many books Zed gave me, there was a book about Reaper. The book wrote that Reapers are terrible beings who mow human souls indiscriminately.

─ Death to all.

That's how I tied the end of the book. The girl asks Zed if she will also prune her own soul,

"Soleja false lida. We ga direct pruning rel noha, self ga budding el pre no human to, death ndema monai human dakeda. Sudeni ego gaalu mae no soul ha pruning li take lenai '

And he said.

Indeed, if you ask me, the reaper depicted in the book is wrapped in a honey. Zed, by contrast, is a shadow that rocks like a palatine flame. If they say they believe in either Zed or the book, of course they answer that it is Zed.

So the girl thought the book was also about lying.

Just one more day for a while.

The girl asked after training in swordsmanship. I wonder what the hell the swordsmanship and martial arts - so-called murder - we're teaching you right now can do. Humans were taught to be belligerent and brutal creatures that kill their fellow countrymen for no other purpose than to eat.

But only one person in the temple is himself. Because I was uncomfortable with the need to train, even though there were no people to kill.

Zed only answered me 'Sonouchiniwakal' after a little silence. Zed, who is a shadow, naturally has no expression. Because it is as if the shadow has become stereoscopic as it is.

So I don't know how you felt about saying that word. But Zed did have the look of a smile.

Even after the passage of many seasons, the odd life of the girl and Zed continues.

─ ─ Fifteen years of months had passed since the girl and Zed met.

As always, there is no change in the girl's life.

Days of observation repeated without getting tired of each day. Still, if you dare to mention it, the content of education and training has been advanced.

And because it's going to be inconvenient later, so much so that they named it.

However, the body of the girl who had reached the age of fifteen had undergone significant changes. The body, forged out by Zed, is reminiscent of a tough beast. That's why I can never say I'm not like a fifteen-year-old girl. Sleek stretches of beautiful limbs and plump breasts are good evidence. A doll-like neat face goes hand in hand, and probably anyone who walks through the city looks back and looks at it. I was growing up to be such a beautiful woman.

The girl's morning is early.

When you wake up at the same time as the sun rises, you jump out of your covered bed. One big yawn stretched his spine out gleefully. My bones clatter and this is so comforting. Slowly walk out of the room and down the hallway that leads to the courtyard, wearing a hand plush hanging from the wall around his neck.

The girl really liked the quiet atmosphere at dawn. You can say you're up early just for that.

Eventually, when I went out into the courtyard, my first destination, the thin light was plunging in from the gap between the depressed and lush green leaves. When the girl narrows her eyes slightly, she begins to draw water from the well. When I save the water, I wash my face, and then I put it in my mouth. Water stained the empty stomach, spilling nature and a grin.

"Un delicious sii"

When the girl was alone, she now headed to the kitchen and dining room to make breakfast. Really simple to make with a small table just to see if the bricks have been laid down. The girl focuses her strength on the index finger of her right hand as she firewood with a familiar hand. The magic that resides in your body. And it's an image that binds trace amounts of magic in the air.

The particles of blue and white light gather toward your fingertips as if to show the success of the bond in no time. When the light focused on a point at his fingertips, he expressed a small fireball. It's a little fireball with a big grain of beans.

"Success"

When she nods contentedly at the flourishing of that fireball, the girl throws it into the firewood. As the blue-white flame burns, the fire-burning stick standing on the wall is used to regulate the fire-breathing. At first I didn't know how to add or subtract a fireball, and I destroyed my temples many times. But when I noticed, my skin was repaired as if nothing had happened.

The girl thought it was the work of Comet, a prank-loving fairy, who appeared in the book about this strange phenomenon. The content tells the story of a cowardly fairy, Comet, changing hands, playing pranks on humans one after another, and enjoying a sneak surprise.

One day the girl tried to surprise him the other way around and had been hiding in the corner of the room all night. But just wait and live. Comet doesn't show up. Eventually I left the place for educational time, but after a while I went back, Kamado has been beautifully restored.

The girl became half mean and did it to surprise Comet over the course of a few days. But Comet never showed up, and that wish never came true.

After a while, I was very disappointed when I stumbled upon Zed's use of witchcraft to repair Kamado.

The girl remembers her bitter memories and when she waves her head, she wipes the sweat off her forehead by hand. Place the pan of soup containing the rest of yesterday on the top of the kame and then just wait for it to warm up. After a while there was a cottish sound from the pan and an appetizing aroma.

"Dear Go-Take Desita,"

At the end of an individual meal, quickly clear the dishes and head to the education room. There are several other rooms in the temple besides those used by the girl as bedrooms, but they are all desolate. There is no one to manage it, so it's natural. The same goes for the education room.

When I opened the door with a familiar magic print, the door suddenly fell flashly with a dull sound. Apparently, it was pretty rotten.

The girl has nothing to worry about, but sits at a crude desk in the center of the room - only one potpound - while stepping on a fallen door. Later, as usual. Just wait for Zed to show up from the void and education to begin. Without any doubt, the girl thought so.

But only today, no matter how long we wait, there's no sign of Zed showing up. The girl, who just found it odd, moves closer to the table that Zed usually uses. Because something like a letter and a scarlet gem were in sight, along with a pitch-black sword that I had never seen before.

And it was a letter, as the girl expected. Plus, a letter to the girl. After reading the letter over and over again, he rambled into his nostalgia with the gem and jumped out of the temple holding a pitch-black sword.

"Zetto!"

I was calling Zed's name out loud enough to surprise myself when I realized it. But Zed never answers a girl's call. Just voices echoing in vain. Still, I kept calling desperately until my voice withered, but Zed never showed up.

"Zed... Zed... Zed..."

Sometimes something warm overflows the eyes of a girl who repeatedly grunts Zed's name. As my vision blurs and summers, I gently touch what conveys my cheeks with my hands. I immediately understood that "tears" shed when this was sad.

But I don't know why it hurts so my chest can be tightened. Pain that is completely different from the pain you receive when you train. That wasn't even in the book.

How long has it been?

Wiping her tears with her sleeves, the girl realized there was. From the pitch-black sword I hold in my left hand, there is a black sword. That's different in shape, but the same sickle Zed had.

The girl softly hugs the pitch-black sword to her chest and quietly lays her eyes down.

That day, the girl left the temple behind and would never return.