Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

That was when I was six.

The snow season is early at night, and the meadows are cold. The more I take care of the horses, the more I take care of the sheep, the more I finish my workout.

Those who can use the magic of water will be trained to magically manipulate snowballs. That would be about it.

He hit as many snowballs as he wanted as I rounded up toward the ob die where he was concentrating and moving snowballs.

Shaking his face and dropping snow, Obudai soon found me and threw a magically manipulated snowball at me.

I avoid it and throw another snowball at the Ob Die.

Ob Die needs to eat it a second time too. Avoid that.

It had been happening for six years since I was reborn, but that time I returned to my child's heart.

In those days, Obudai still had two snowballs to manipulate, so he managed to compete.

The battle of the day was ended by the fist bones of my father and Thamsey's father.

Me and the other guys at the Ob Die snowball throw together and the grownups started to look funny.

It wasn't too late for snowball to become a snow season festival poem, as it also became a snow season workout.

If Obudai also grows and can successfully use the magic of water, he manipulates seven to eight snowballs, and it won't be a battle.

So it was a matter of breaking up with someone who could and could not use the magic of water.

Apparently other tribes have started snowball battles since the next snow season of the Imperial invasion. I don't know why.

And this year, the Harge have suggested that we do not have a snowball battle.

It is a meadow with no entertainment during the snow season. Longa accepted the proposal.

Decide the rules in discussions with the Harge tribe.

Build an enclosure, build a snow wall there, raise a flag.

Fifteen against fifteen to compete, exit if they hit a snowball, and lose if they wipe out or take the flag.

Four battles and one battle shall be in an adult section, putting at least seven persons under the age of ten. World War II is a fighter's ministry. World War III is a warrior's ministry. The Fourth World War is the ministry of those who can use the magic of water, fighting with five immatures, five fighters and five warriors. became.

Everyone wants to win more than it is a battle. Everyone is running and throwing snowballs in.

Our son, Juik, also leaves in the unarmed section.

"Look, here's the leg, and here's the twist on your body, conscious of your elbows and shoulders. All right, throw it."

"Yes."

Juik throws and strikes as he is told.

"All right, good."

When I compliment Juik, they throw the same thing around me.

The hit rate increased dramatically because everyone who just threw somehow taught them proper shoulder and elbow movements.

You can tell me you won this battle.

It will be the day of the covenant, and those who can use the magic of the earth will make an enclosure, and we will watch the battle on its soil.

The flag is a demon bird with white feathers, which Longa is called Tute, and Harge is a LTTE.

The first round starts with fifteen against fifteen. It is Juik's turn.

We threw each other in unison at the first start and left each other two at a time.

And they hide in each other's snow walls, but Harge's kid hasn't got a throw. But the Longa kids are practicing the throwing I taught them.

Harge's children exit one after the other in the head and arms where the hiding method is sweet and slightly out.

The three of us go straight in and out without even thinking about what we're winning.

However, this one was able to pick up the flag and reach it beautifully where there was only one person left.

This is a victory.

"Father!"

Juik hugged me with a full smile.

"Oops, well done"

That's what I say and I stroke Juik's head.

Next to such a neat neighbor, Temsy was kicking down one of her younger brothers.

"Totally. Don't look at the war. Hurry up to the handle and step forward, hit and exit. Stay tighter."

The child received the angry reprimand of Thamsey.

All the other kids are getting a scolding binta from the sheikh. Hmm.

World War II is a snowball battle by fighters.

Throw away at the beginning signal. This is the four of us, and the other two left.

We hide in each other's snow walls for a throw of restraint.

It was sequilo that moved the glued field.

There are about two or three of us hiding on the snow wall to see how things are going, but Sekiro moves to the snow wall, where there is only one person, and surprises them from where they haven't seen him.

With a quick move that takes advantage of its smallness, it travels without enemies, ambushes and hunts one person at a time.

He's got a full sense of the enemy's position, the direction they're pointing at, and the snowball being thrown. Totally talented.

One, another and Sequilo hunt the Harge fighter.

"Hey, Sheila, behind you"

A man called Sheila turns back when Harge's chief shouts out loud.

Sequilo had already finished throwing snow, but the man known as Sheila had also thrown snowballs at Sequilo.

Hit each other, exit, but this wipes out the Harge team. The battle is Longa's win.

"Harge's, now is a breach of the promise of battle. You can't teach anyone inside."

"Mm-hmm, you're right. Sorry."

Temsy protested the last act. Well, you are. We have good backup, but it's against the rules to teach.

"How about the penalty of saying the next battle is a battle with two fewer?

I did not object to Temsy's suggestion over there.

The battle was over and Sequilo came under me.

"My apologies, Master Jumka"

I've been apologizing for Sequilo's exit.

"No, you defeated all thirteen. You can be proud of that. If Pugh and Pooh had been here, they would have complimented you."

Sequilo returns a bitter laugh when I say so. Those two are even better suited for a sequin. It'll be tough when you choose one.

You know, I've only been more sequined lately than my father's me... Sad.

WW3 is my turn. Line up at the start location. A lot of people are watching me over there.

Um, you're gonna be after me with the first throw. Temsy nodded back when I turned my gaze to Temsy.

The first throw begins with the signal to begin. How many people are coming after me...... All of them!

I don't throw snowballs, I fly straight to the side and avoid snowballs. A bunch of snowballs are coming to my place.

The moment I managed to avoid it and head to the snow wall.

"Lord Jumka, I'm leaving the premises."

That's what one of the referees told me.

... Shit. Failed. Damn, I wasn't looking off-site desperately to avoid it. I'm happy over there. Damn it. But everyone was after me, so I poked that gap and the Thames got the eight of us out in the first throw. Well, fine. Yeah. No. Shit.

Return to your position and watch the game.

Juik and Sekiro are in a panic when they see me plugged. Ha, fuck.

This battle was also fought hard by the other chief, but he couldn't reverse the difference in the first number, taking the flag when he was ten to one and winning Longa. Uh, yes, yes, wow, wow.

Longa took the flag and won the battle when the magic of the water out of Obudai could be used against the Three vs. the Ni. Uh, yes, yes, wow, wow.

Longa wins four-to-zero. Uh, yes, yes, wow, wow.

I was always in a bad mood to go back to the settlement, so Lucci worried about what happened.