"Don't be too toddler shaped," he said.
Once the first word from Sputnik to Klu was such a helpless scorn.
I don't know what 'it' was that he came up with, but I'm pretty sure it was seen as a miserable one anyway. But I couldn't remember Crewe's anger because it was the first time in a long time that she had 'a voice other than a curse' that she had lost her strength and strength.
I was asleep on the floor - I might have passed out - and that word she heard was a voice I'd never heard at all if I had done it to her at the time. But from the hands of someone who touched her back, the words seemed to have been uttered to her, and it is self-evident that if she were to ignore them, she would soon be shaken even by one of the thieves. Lifting his lid and slowly lifting his heavy head off the dusty, rough floor, he looked into contact with a right-faced young man.
To Crewe at the time, he had a face he had never seen. A young man dressed in neat, little, beautiful clothes that do not make an evil impression on people. Lowered square and sturdy bags are a treasure to the merchant, so to see from around there, is he a traveling merchant or something? Around to say surprisingly, "Oh, my God, this kid," with an eyebrow, his mouth didn't seem so good, but it didn't seem like he was one of the thieves who was capturing her.
But how could a traveling merchant be in such a thief's ego?
There is no fear in its eyes if it has been attacked and captured as a gain. There appear to be no scratches or defects in the outfit and luggage.
"Hehe, hehe, brother. Did you have anything to worry about?
Even more surprisingly, it was the man with the head of the thief who came out of another room rubbing his hands together. Apparently, we're trying to get this young man in the mood.
On one knee, looking at the young man looking at Crewe, the man peeled off his eyes.
"Oh, my God."
"Hey Osama, what's this? Oh, no, no, let's ask this guy. - Nice to meet you, miss. You know what I'm saying?
"Getting Started... Nice to meet you"
Words other than apology, which I haven't vomited in years, became very plundering.
I don't know who it is. But there seemed to be no malice towards her.
"Oh, the words don't make sense. It's superimposed."
To Krew's greeting, a young man who speaks up with pleasure. Then they asked me my first name, my age and why I was falling asleep like this here. "You wouldn't say, 'It's my hobby to break into a thief's thread and get some sleep,' would you?," as I put it aside.
Now, from which question should we answer - first of all, the name?
"… I, am"
But the words didn't last.
What blocked it was the feeling of something coming up from the back of your body, stomach or belly.
"Ugh."
"Hey. What's up?
Seeing her groaned in bitterness, the young man frowned in surprise.
foreign sense. Eventually it reaches her throat and clogs her esophagus and trachea. I break my body, cough, and try to spit it out, as usual, but I'm not physically fit enough today. Yesterday, today and because they skipped my meal.
The lack of acid distracts me from consciousness. When I thought I couldn't do it anymore, my body lifted up.
I thought this was what it felt like to be called to heaven - but it wasn't.
"That's light. Are you eating properly, you?"
The young man's left arm was lifting her. Suddenly he floats in the universe in a kame-shaped outfit, with blood on his head.
"Bad little lady, you're gonna get a little rough"
When he said no so quickly, the young man slapped her hard on the back.
Once, twice. When she was slapped in the back for the third time, what was finally blocking her throat rolled out onto the dust floor.
Blue gems, all over saliva.
- I saw where he glanced only once later and earlier.
Sleeping gently on the floor with a crew that repeatedly breathed on his shoulders, the young man took up the gem with his empty right hand.
"This is"
I don't mind my fingers getting dirty on saliva and dust, he watered it down lightly. "It's brilliant," he says with praise, reaching out his left hand to her forehead and taking away his forehead strained with sweat with his finger belly.
"The size is there, and the purity is high. Oh, that's quite a jewel. Processing will sell it to whatever (like) it is - hey, lady. What's this all about? Why were you drinking this stuff?"
I look back at the person who asks with glittering ash eyes shining. And, over his shoulder, I saw a wolfing man.
I don't know who he is, but he's not one of them.
Crewe told him, in a dead or thin voice, about himself. Being in the shape of spitting gems. Being 'kept' by the men as a source of funding.
When the young man, who had heard everything, nodded deeply "ho ho".
"Chi, no! It's not, brother!
As bounced, a man raised his voice. A convulsed, flipped voice.
The young man does not look back, but asks to grumble.
"What's the difference"
"Well, he's one of us - so, hey, yeah, come on, he's got a vain habit! He swallowed our prey in the morning. That jewel is probably it, yes, I've been saying this all morning, everyone, spit, spit! First of all, it's a ridiculous lie to create a gem, you can't believe it if you're my brother!?
Ahahahahaha, and a dry, rushing seeping laugh sounds. Crewe is one of their important sources of funding, I guess it's a shame to let go.
False habits, where I was told I was one of them, I didn't have the emotions I regret or the energy to just assemble the theory in Crewe. So I didn't argue, though.
No matter what the youth did not ask, they were discarding possibilities within themselves. Grabbing Crewe's shoulder and turning aside, he snapped a word of "rudeness," lifting only a few shirts like hers. Skinny, scratchy bellies become exposed. I observed my neck and jaw, back, shoulders and feet in the same way, then I said it was puffy.
"A lot of the wounds on your abdomen are old. It doesn't seem like anything I've done in the last few hours. Finally, the mole is old or new, many concentrated in the abdomen. - Now, why were you assaulting all over your bellies?
"Oh, that's right."
Um, well, he seems desperate to think of excuses while doing his gaze all over the place, but the youth didn't care about the man anymore. Query in a calm voice, stroking Crewe's, uncared for chestnut hair.
"Are you all right, miss?"
When has it been the first time I have been spoken without malice? The tears that I thought had dried up eventually burst through my cheeks. "Oh, don't cry, don't cry," they tell you to tease me, but it's even warm.
"Yeah, I guess I had food"
He put his left hand on the key of his bag to eat something - that's when.
Behind the youth, a man moves.
Standing on the wall, I took the iron long rod.
"Ah...!
"Yeah?"
But the youth have yet to realize it.
I think I need to help, but my body won't move. Lifting his arms was also very daring, dangerous, and his voice, which he should have raised with all his might, plundered and disappeared. Right behind the youth, a man laughs with his pupil's open eyes and wields an iron rod wide.
"Knock, knock, eat. Yep!
"... Huh!
Not wanting to see the tragedy that would soon come, Crewe closed his eyes firmly.
- But.
No matter how long, I didn't hear any blows. The screams of the youth, and also the ugly laughter of the man.
After I closed my eyes, about ten seconds later.
Crewe, who couldn't stand the discomfort any longer, roughly raised his lid. Then there,
"What's up, lady?"
Amazingly, I grinned and grinned the same way earlier, there was a youth figure.
- Put your right hand over your head and take the iron bars that should have come down from the blind spot with ease.
"Well, and"
With the iron bars in his grip, the youth slowly rises.
The man's body jumped as frighteningly as it was funny.
"Hih!"
He seems to want to take back the iron bars and take the distance, but the bars gripped by the youth don't even tickle to see where such a force comes from in his thin arms after all. When the man let go of his hand from the iron rod, he began to lag back with trembling feet.
terribly frightening. Looking at it with cold eyes, the young man slaps the floor with a stick and asks what he understands.
"What is this? This."
"Sosu, I'm sorry Ye!
"Oi, I didn't say apologize. Answer me. Now what are you trying to do to me?
"Sushi, sushi, sushi ga"
The man's apology was interrupted because the young man struck the man in the head with an iron bar. He seemed to wiggle with no force, but he had a concussion, and the man felt light. He even tried to get up. Again, he went back to the floor.
A man wakes up in slow motion and falls down repeatedly. After watching it about three times, the youth said, "You're tired of it".
"If I were you, you'd be a tough guy."
Shake the iron rod and hit the man in the back.
The young man puts his right foot on the left arm of a man who briefly raised his voice and fell to the depression. Then he pointed his left hand thumb at Crewe and his gaze cheered as he looked at the man.
"I'm in such a good mood right now that I'm gonna miss it. Hey, Osama. Wow, I'm gonna get 'this' too. All right?"
A young man who seems to be in a good mood. Looking at the pointing tip, the man peeled off his eyes.
"Oh, that's right."
"Osama, either you're spared your own limbs or this kid"
The look on the man's face distorted me into fear. The look on the face of the young man who saw it, in contrast, was abusive.
"Left arm first. Answer me in five seconds."
"Ahhh!
The youth's center of gravity slowly moves to his right foot, and the man screams and his face is distorted again. Now it's in pain. In an inverted voice, a man said, "Anything, anything. Bring whatever mon you like. Wow!" It didn't take three seconds to scream.
"Generous permission, painful"
Words of gratitude that are not painful at all. It was also in the meantime that the man gave a relieved look, when the iron rod cut the sky again and now hit him in the head.
Then the man stopped talking, begging for his life, or even screaming. I wondered if he was dead, but if you look closely, the dust around his face is moving. It just seems to be stretching.
When the young man releases the iron rod unconstructively, he now sees Crewe and, just like earlier, sits on one knee beside her. And again, I said hello.
"Whoa, lady."
……
I couldn't get back to you right away. Because I was distracted by the sight that played out in front of me.
But the young man was not angry. I couldn't get up, I couldn't beat her up, but instead I laughed at her and she said this.
"I'm Sputnik, the jeweler of the stream. I'm gonna hire you."