Star Slashing Swordsman

"Julius."

The sun is completely inclined, at dusk as it slopes into the sun.

Someone calls me by my name, who keeps shaking my bare hands with the broken bars that are still the remains of the bamboo.

It was a voice I was used to hearing.

A characteristic father's voice that was only slightly squeaky.

"Didn't you see Sophia?"

The words that follow are as if they are being persecuted somewhere.

It was a word in which emotions that were not normal fatherly were put to pieces. Is something wrong?

With that in mind, I said "no" with a slight distortion of my expression and shook my neck to the side.

"If it's Sophia, I've seen it once in the afternoon... Anything wrong?

Usually, even though it was a repetition of an exchange that had been decided at the earliest possible time that my father would bring me back because it was dinner when he never spontaneously tried to stop shaking even after sundown, it was only different today than usual.

"I'm on my way. I don't know."

Words that return instantly.

It just seemed to be driven by a sense of impatience about whether it was a nasty circumstance or not, the way I kept throwing questions up until I looked out of view at my questions.

"... maybe, as usual, by the river"

"It's still out there... ugh"

He turns the bitter bug into a chewy look, and his father gets an abominable voice.

Why do you look so hard only today when it's so common for Sophia to go out?

I didn't realize why, and I waited for my father, who tried to run away without shaking his side.

"... what happened?"

My father doesn't have time, and it's obvious that it's for a fire. But I asked again. No, I couldn't help but ask.

"... Outside the village, there are those who say they have seen demons"

"I don 't--"

Now. And I tried to tell you.

Because the presence of demons has been confirmed for about a month now. So tomorrow, an adventurer comes who has been asked to crusade, which I don't think is very much a case that my father needs to rush to that point.

"Oh, right. If the demon was a goblin, there was no need to rush."

…………

I'm stuck in words.

Because the way my father put it, it's like seeing a demon outside the village can only be accepted as a demon that's not a goblin.

... No, I'm sure he dared to say things, including the intention to say so.

"... outside the village, they saw demons like an ogre"

"What?"

There was a reflectively upward voice.

My thoughts will only be white for a moment to my father's remarks, which have become too distant.

Auga.

It is a demon with a ghost appearance, and while the Goblin Crusade Level is F, the Auga is a B-rank or C-rank on a few steps. Auga is a demon whose crusade rank fluctuates by the size of the individual, and when it comes to the difference in threat, it is different at the baby and adult levels.

——— Whatever it is, isn't it a mistake to look at it?

Though an idea similar to that aspiration came to mind, I immediately dismissed the thought.

Forest where demons are the main residence. Knowledge of the lowest demons is taught first in villages located near them. Goblins, oaks, augs.

Despite seeing such demons, it sucks if you leave them alone, because the whole village creates the possibility of panic. So the village humans are taught the knowledge of demons first.

That's why I couldn't easily decide that it was a mistake.

"Happy or unhappy, the adventurer is coming tomorrow...... If you are truly an ogre, there is no other waiting for the adventurer"

Fortunately, the sun hasn't set yet.

Still, my father concludes his words that there is a good chance that Sophia will be back.

If you're a goblin, you're still not the first person who can beat a villager who can't remember a martial arts even if he stands upside down, if he's an ogre. If anyone were to stand up to it, it would only show as wanting to die.

I had the same opinion about that as my father.

Though.

"... what if Sophia didn't come home by sundown, Dad"

…………

Why not?

My father didn't respond immediately to my question.

"... then we'll do something about it"

I soon realized what my father meant when he said we were probably adults, not children like me.

The child is not calling. The idea, which I included in the statement, became surprisingly easy to understand.

"Julius, get back home early today, too. My mother's worried."

If it was me, not Sofia, who went out of the village, my father's response might have been different than it is now. Because Sophia is nothing but a neighbor child close to her father.

Others or families?

This difference still emerges in these situations.

"... ok"

It's usual for Sophia to go outside, but I felt responsible for all of this.

Assuming I'm honest with her about her offer. It's inexplicable, but I guess it's because I'm in this situation. Such an "if" imagination had worked badly.

"I'm going under the chief to let you know about this."

To find out, my father must have rushed to me first to hear the news of the orgasm.

To let you know it's dangerous out there.

"Going straight home. You got that? Julius."

He said, "I know."

Don't you trust me that much?

This is how my father repeatedly gets confirmation.

It's not like Sophia hasn't decided to come home yet, and there's no way I'm going to take any action.... or...

"... Hey, Dad"

"What?

"Do you think my dad thinks I'm worried about Sophia?

"Don't you?

Not to mention now. My father stares back in the face, unlike me, who is somewhere out of his mind.

"You, Sophia, only you and I are close."

"... oh, well, I am."

Being close is a little fallacious.

Rather than being close, the story is that Sophia was the only person who tried to leave me to dream of 'star slaughter' being ridiculous. On the contrary, Sophia was just bored to be like me, not to mention such a heretic child.

Perhaps we can see each other better from around here, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm not convinced for some reason that they say we're close.

"So."

One prefix.

"Whatever happens, don't just overconfident, Julius"

My father said that villagers, even villagers, are called hunters who are only a little better at handling bows.

He is a villager who sometimes hunts birds and food demons.

There are about three other hunters in the village like my father, but Goblin is a demon of bad eating who acts as a group. Just in case, the fathers and hunters who chose the option of holding an adventurer's hand have a discreet character everywhere.

A late warning.

"I don't mind waving a bar cut. That's because physical training is essential to living as a villager. Just four years. Don't think you've grown stronger to the point where you were shaking the bar. It's a big mistake."

I'm sure my father was concerned.

That I'm brave enough to try to relate to an orga.

That I'm overconfident that I'm getting stronger.

"I know. You don't have to say that."

But I didn't need that concern of my father.

Because I am. Because a boy named Julius is more than anyone else in the world.

I can't believe I'm overconfident. Who I was chosen to be? Miracles happen conveniently? God help you? Am I the strong one?

I remember the life of a swordsman who kept waving his sword foolishly, and there were two more people in the world who stood up to me.

So, assuming there is something unscrupulous, it must be when you are ignoring reason without waving aside for something. Until then, it's time to face something you want to be.

"... but good"

That said, my father turns his back on me to head under the village chief.

Familiar back.

But somehow, my father's back was much smaller than usual and it was in my eyes.