The Branded Female Fencer

A boy appeared from the ground on a prairie transformed into a burning field. When he showed up, he took something seedy out of his nose and began to roll around it. After the obvious winding, he now has one hand on the ground, squealing a bump and a long chant.

Has it been a few minutes? When the boy let go of his hand,

"Is this it?"

and groans, trying to put the spot behind him. But when his feet stopped and he said something, he became transparent. It is a kind of witchcraft of perception inhibition, a witchcraft that avoids vision. To put it bluntly, he disappeared.

Three girls show up a little further away after the boy disappears. Apparently he came walking through the prairie, and when he came near the edge of the prairie, which had turned into a burnt field, one of them screamed.

"Ugh! This is amazing. It's really a burning field, Rear Shed."

"It's weird, SeroGrace. Totally unproductive... you always tell your sister to behave gracefully, don't you, Hamnet?

"... either. Work faster than that, go home"

All three girls wore elegant dresses, and it could be seen from their fabrics, decorations and tailoring that they were equivalent first-class items. But strangely, each one has something on his back that doesn't resemble the dress. Should I call that cookware? But the size doesn't match the normal cookware at all.

The girl, called Sellow Grace, is in a long dress with a green based design, and for some reason a large rind bowl on her back. Besides, it's made of steel, so maybe I should say gold bars rather than rind bowls. She looks the most ladylike of the three and has long green hair twintailed, but her tone is dirty and she spits in the area every time. There is no need for the rear sheds to flatter their faces every time, and they are so bad in quality and bare.

The rear sheds have two long knives on their hips. Is the blade crossing of the knife roughly 50 cm or so? The rear shead is a blue-haired big head and a blue-toned dress, but the hem is short, on the knee and the chest is wide open. Behind the tone and polite language, the exposure is high.

The last hamnet is a long red dress, but most of it is knitted and most of it is clear. Naturally, I even see underwear, but I don't look fancy at all because of my stature to put on the irregularities. And on his back was a fat frying pan and a knife all over his body wrapped around him like a knife, and it was more appropriate to say killer than cook. Hair is a distinctive natural curly hair and looks like it can't be done with a set or put to sleep. I have sleepy eyes, so it would be superfluous. And you mistake it for a bird's nest, where one bird stops at its head and says (not even):

In this prairie, where wild beasts travel, three distinctive girls, seemingly close to madmen, make a softening noise at will.

"Absolutely not, because your sister says, 'I want to try the Flaming Beast,' so this is it when you come hunting. What happened to you?

"This must be magic. It's reasonable to assume that the Flamebeast did it... but it bothers me more that the Flamebeast had to do so much."

"Sure, I'm interested, too"

"Heh, it's unusual for hamnets to show interest. But what do we do? If you knew you couldn't eat a flaming beast, your sister would be in Cancún?

"I thought you had no choice. Well, it would be reasonable to assume that the Flaming Beast is dead, but there's nothing more you can do about it that's gone. Than that. Last time I was at your sister's whim, she told me to hunt for the legendary Kraken, who doesn't even know if I'm going to live in the ocean, and how many years do you think it took me to hunt?

"Sure 23, years"

"So your sister's first word is' bad '... and she says she can't do it at all."

"I can't help it, your sister can't move from the mansion. Isn't that why we're going all over the world? I think we're free to do it, albeit with surveillance."

"Yeah, but about Giganotosaurus, then, toothless."

The other two agree with Hamnet.

"That's right - if you stuck it with this stick for a second, you'd die. I didn't get any teeth."

"I wouldn't call hitting him 'a little' enough to deform the ground."

"Let's do this. Oh, no, no, no."

"But it's already due, it's close. I'm not leaving, and he's pissed off, Ru."

"Right. What do you say, for now, we wipe out about 200 of the bunch of cookdoos we just saw and bring them home?

"Nice, grilled chicken? But what does your sister say?"

"Your sister is a bad eater anyway, you just have to get bloated. If you eat 100 of them, you'll be happy to sleep again."

"Well, come on, let's go. It's not very good here."

"Is there something, Hamnet?

SeroGrace asks.

"Lots, lots of them, they're coming. And so does surveillance, and there's more, sight, feeling full."

"Oh, that's good. It's so frightening to be stared at by your lords."

"You're not talking stupid, Rear Shed. It would be bad if they saw us. You can't leave the mansion for once."

"Well SeroGrace is that the liver is small. I know it's pre construction, if you're a little bit of a head buzzer. Still, we have no choice but to remain silent. Right?"

"Ha, this is usually it, pretending to be submissive, this slut. Before you point out my tone, do something about that whore's outfit."

"... what?

The rear shead releases the knife sloppily.

"Undo it, SeroGrace. Now sit down and lick my shoes, and I'll forgive you."

"Damn it. If you really want to apologize, you'd better stick your head up Giganotosaurus's ass!

"... well said. Then die!

"Try it!

At that moment when Rear Shed and SeroGrace were killed by Russia and two weapons were thought to intersect - a hamnet sticking a knife in the two throats stands between them.

"The quarrel between us is barren. Stop."

"Shit!"

"... you have no choice."

Three quietly ruling weapons. And each one sees each other and sighs.

"So, you're hunting Cookdoo?

"Yeah, you're right."

"Then, over there"

Three people who twirl and reorient in the direction Hamnet points to. And the three of them left the scene again with a measly foolish remark.

The disappearing boy watched the sight relatively closely, but some people watched it from afar.

"Is that the Four Sisters of Spears now?

"Oh, I guess so. I've never seen it before."

"Heh... which would be stronger with us?

"Ha ha! Is there someone stronger than us?

"That's what I'm going to say right away again. Well, I don't think they're stronger than us, but those four sisters are different. I've never done it without fighting. Isn't that right, Master Zems?

But the young man called Zems only grinned, and said nothing.

"Well, if a crusade order is issued, we'll only hunt."

"So is Faranx this time."

"Right. It's a shame you couldn't fight it even though you've been willing to because of it. Destroy even the proper tribe somewhere in gloom?

"A few years ago, when you came to the prairie, did you look?

"Yeah. Nobody's watching it here, even if it's flashy. What do you think, Master Zems?

"Right..."

Zems seemed to think a little, but eventually nodded slowly.

"Hiccup! With Zems' forgiveness."

"Hehe, you're looking forward to it"

"Let's do it in full, shall we, gentlemen?

"I hope you don't make a mistake..."

Zems speaks slowly. His tone is only quiet, serene. But extraordinarily cruel.

"It's not funny to just kill him... men can't move, women break him in front of men. Let the children live."

"It's merciful to pity a child, isn't it? Usually you kill them all."

"No, that's more cruel. Because how long do you think you can survive a child being left alone in a prairie like this?

"... is that true too? It's funny to see the faeces wandering in front of the prairie beasts."

"You have a long due date this time. We can still afford about two weeks."

"Then don't have long to enjoy!

"But Master Zems likes you too ~. You just wiped out a whole herd of iron hedges, and you still haven't seen enough blood?

Seeing Zems like a magician-style young man stunned. But Zems still grinned.

"Oh, I'm depressed, too. If we don't dissipate in these places, we'll have a blur when we get back to the city, right?

"Well, it's the 'brave man' the world expects, you are."

Gahaha and an unproductive warrior-style man laughs. But now Zems just smiles thinly and says nothing and tries to leave the spot. Look at that. My buddies follow Zems. and a fellow monk-style woman turns around and returns to one.

Continued