The God has moved to another world.

The samurai named Akashe.

No, since I was still a human, I don't know what to use the name Red Sheath as a god.

Nowadays, the name "red sheath" is still good.

Therefore, let's call this samurai Red Sheath.

Now, let's do it.

The samurai named Red Sheath was a man who was surprisingly underprivileged by the sword.

It is said that there will be commensurate goods from those who have the strength.

If that were true, the red sheath would be a terrible swordsman.

If there was a beefy beginning, it would be from the time I jumped out of my parents' house.

I couldn't help but scratch the sword that had been thrown into the storehouse.

This was a terrifying rust blade, and it was no longer a substitute for striking back.

My arm was a red sheath, but my sword was useless.

Because it is a piece of iron, it is heavy and has been replaced by a club, but I went on a journey and broke it in a few months.

It was because he slapped a wild boar with extremely hard fur that was attacking the village.

The sword broke quickly as it could not withstand the thrust or the cut.

Even so, I managed to get rid of it by cutting out the bamboo with a bamboo stick and sticking it into the boar's mouth.

I was able to win somehow, but the merchandise broke and I became a whole hip.

The villagers who were rescued said they wanted me to prepare a sword, but I didn't.

In any case, weapons are not cheap, let alone swords, which are so valuable that their eyeballs pop out.

Even the cheapest items will be a painful expense in a village ravaged by a big boar.

Instead, I was given the red sheath that I used when I cut the bamboo.

The samurai who hung the hammer on his waist didn't really tighten, but, well, isn't it a good fit for him?

I'm glad I got rid of the boar.

The red scabbard had a sunny feeling and left the village.

In this era, the main characters on the battlefield were spears and bows.

Just like the word spear work, a sword was a weapon that was rarely used.

But the red sheath favored the sword.

I could handle the spear to some extent, but I thought it was a sword when it came to martial arts.

That said, if you fight, you still have the advantage of having a spear.

Terrifyingly, the red sheath beat the opponent with a spear with a sword.

If you break the handle, the tip won't be scared, it will be just a stick.

If you cut it further, it will become a sukoki stick. If so, you will only have to kill the user afterwards.

It was easy to say, but a samurai named Red Sheath did it exactly as it was.

If the opponent only has no knowledge of martial arts, he must not know.

I fought with other families and even left when I was surrounded by about ten people wearing weapons, but I had no choice but to be shocked.

Anyway, for the Red Sheath, the sword was the sword, and the sword was the best companion she had.

Although I have been patient for a while, I still miss the area around my waist unless it is a sword.

I wondered if I could get a sword somewhere, but this was difficult again.

In any case, a sword is a weapon.

If you are a samurai who has roots in the area, it is not easy for a sloppy traveling samurai to get one.

Not to mention what a noisy world it is.

There's no way someone would sell a sword to a Susan Ronin who doesn't know how to do it and doesn't have any money.

It was a red sheath holding my head, but I had another serious problem.

Yes, I don't have any money.

There was nothing to call property at the hands of the red sheath that rushed out with a single sword.

If that happens, you'll have trouble eating tomorrow.

There is a limit to what you can eat with wild vegetables and river fish.

Walking along the mountain road with her hunger, she came out of the open place.

There are fields and fields, so you can see people living there.

I'll help you with anything and get you to share the food.

The red sheath that she thought about began to walk in search of a private house.

Then, something outrageous enters your eye.

A fox is trying to set the house on fire.

Use the fox fire majestically from midday.

The red sheath ran with a change of blood, picking up the stone and throwing it.

The fox struck by the stone said, "Giggle!" When I raised my voice, I glanced at the red sheath and tried to escape.

However, the red sheath's legs were terrifyingly fast. When I caught the back leg of the fox at [already], I lifted it up like a hoist.

"Let's go!! Hey, you bullshit bastard! Let go! Barka!"

Now, of course, this is not the way it was at the time.

It is a kind of translation that has been made much easier to understand by humans today.

In the "dialogue" as it is, it seems that the atmosphere does not convey to those who read the words in the current era.

Therefore, I would like you to understand this "translation" because this is to experience the air of the time.

"What, the human word!?" You're a fox or something! "

"It's not like an ordinary fox uses fire, right, Turco!" Hey! Let go of me! If you don't let go, I'll curse you to death! "

"If you can do it, try it, you vermin!" You must have grabbed me because I couldn't do it! "

"Huh? Ah. Tsk, tsk, tsk! I can do it, curse it!"

What the hell!

A family member appeared from the inside as the red sheath argued with the fox.

The old man and his daughter are still young.

A fox was trying to set the house on fire.

It was a red sheath that taught me the truth, but I don't think I can believe this story.

Somehow, the red sheath had long been connected to the demonic transformation.

Every time I encountered something like that, I used to deal with it with one sword.

However, many people seem to end their lives without ever seeing a demon.

I don't know if I can believe what I'm saying.

Whether it's in the head or not, the fox is making such a pathetic sound as a beast.

"Oh, my God. That's it. No, it's dangerous. What a thank you."

"Ah, no. But, you know what, the fox is trying to light a fire, right?"

It's like a change fox, isn't it?

Apparently, the old man knew the demon.

As a thank you, the red sheath was sent home.

For rice, pickles.

And miso.

Blessed with an unexpected feast, the red sheath clung to the rice of a long time ago.

It has been a long time since I was given a meal as a courtesy of killing a big boar.

At the comfort of the people, I had to talk to the old man.

By the way, the fox is bound with a rope and attached to the pillar.

My young daughter wanted to be rare and was poking at her.

Well, it must have been the monkey's doing.

Mountain monkey? No, that's a fox.

“Yes, the fox probably wanted the monkey to start a fire.”

"That's right. I was asked to fuck up the bad guy." Some people have that kind of face, don't they? "

Apparently, there were deep circumstances.

And the red sheath would have been on my eyes already.

The old man was a swordsmith.

It seems that it is not a swordsmith, but a "blacksmith who creates products that kill people."

It seems that the old man deeply dislikes things like "defensive swords" and "swords to protect people's hearts".

After hearing the rumors of the swordsmen called by the old man, saying that they would clear the evil spirits and turn away from the curse, the talk finally returned to the matter of ogre change.

"Anyway, when they do that, they'll be shelving themselves with people's slashing knives, so how do they look and how do they feel about finishing it?" Making a swing is like killing ten people. I'm ready for that. "

"No, um, that area is another opportunity." It's about the mountain monkeys. "

"Oh, that's right. This is disrespectful. I was making tools to kill people, I guess."

At one point, the swords struck by the old man and his son became something that the monsters disliked.

Rather than slashing them with ordinary swords, the swords they hit allowed the monsters to take a deeper hit.

Speaking of which, I was wondering if it was a demonic effect.

Naturally, such a sword could never be of any use.

However, there were no other swords that could be relied upon so reliably for temple shrines, Buddhist pavilions, or those who were said to be worshippers.

The swords of the old man and his son were pulled in the "behind the scenes".

"Back then, I was in shape." We strike with swords. It's a sword that wipes out evil. "

Apparently, the anger of the old man towards the other swordsmen and swordsmiths was directed at him in the past.

As a result, a request was received from one of the temples to make a special sword.

A vicious demon appeared at the lap of the samurai family who had made a great contribution to the temple.

This is a direct request from a large temple.

Parents and children rejoiced, proud, and overstretched.

"I'll say that the monster is special." That's it, I'm done. Even the swords that came up, they couldn't do it before. "

With this sword, the monster was safely destroyed.

"I like to kill people even though I don't eat them. I go out into the city at night, and I go around rampaging, and I take money and things, and I let out fire in the morning and run away. It was such a monster."

You're doing all the burning bandits, aren't you?

"Ah. That's the kind of guy he was."

"What fox, do you know him?"

"It's the weaker one who was taking along and pissing off the mountain generals." I used to keep it in Okobo, but it was too much of a boulder to attack the town. I don't know what I'd do if I pissed off a human. In fact, I got cut up. "

The fox sees it as dangerous to turn humans into enemies.

The yokai had a yokai that would be my brother.

His brother mourned greatly that his blood-splitting brother had been murdered by humans, aiming for revenge.

But unlike his brother, this brother worked wickedly.

The first thing my brother Yokai aimed at was the old man's parents and children.

In the first place, parents and children were asked to make swords because they could not slay their younger brother's monsters without it.

Like my brother, who is a monster of the same kind, I can't hurt him if it's not a sword made by my parents and children.

My brother Yokai understood that very well.

"First, I will kill the sword maker, then I will wring out my power from the town, and eventually I will crush the temple and the samurai." Apparently, that's what I thought. ”

The old man who noticed it immediately asked the temple and the samurai for help.

However, neither of them made contact with me at all.

“The temple shrine lent a hand for the purpose of a large donation paid by the samurai family. The samurai didn't want to reduce the number of their own territory. That was all.”

There was no reason to risk it for swordsmithing.

Rather, being targeted by a monster is only dangerous.

Yes, they have judged.

"For now, that must have been his solution." We were chased through the city. "

And.

The parents of a daughter who lives with an old man.

In other words, the old man's son and his wife were attacked by his brother, a monster.

He was killed.

"It seems that my son at least waved his sword and sword to let his granddaughter escape." That said, I'm just a blacksmith. I just got a few hand injuries and made room for my granddaughter to escape. ”

The old man took his escaped granddaughter and fled all over the country.

And they say it's still happening.

"In this village, I repaired agricultural equipment and made a living." The fox is here, it must have been found. ”

"Hey fox! Are you under the control of your brother's monster?!"

"Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!" I'm being threatened, too! My brother must have run away! If you don't leave my daughter in this house, I'll drain your liver and eat it! "

"Omurai-sama, this is so tight, I can't stand it anymore."

"Hey! I'm a slut!" Hey, fuck this samurai girl, do something! "

“What do you mean, get out of my house?”

"This blacksmithy was also decorated with god shelves and so on." So, my brother may not be able to get close to the monster. "

In other words, the half-matter does not care about the sacred shelf.

Apparently, this fox was taken for a run.

It seems to be of a rather cautious quality.

"I wonder if that elder brother's yokai has healed his wounds." Hey, fox, what's up? "

"Ah?! I've already tried to heal you!" So let me get this kid out of here. Hey, hey, seriously, do something about this kid! I'm shouting! "

I left the fox playing with my daughter alone, and the red sheath thought about it.

Get the old man and his daughter out of this house.

That way, my brother Yokai could kill both of them.

By stopping the fox, my brother Yokai would have recognized himself as an enemy.

It was a monster who wanted to make the old man and his grandson dead, who lived in secret.

Hopefully, but probably not, the person you're talking to.

First of all, I have no choice but to relate.

But there was a problem.

I don't have anything on my waist.

Well, I guess we'll just have to do something about it.

"Samurai, are you really going to deal with that?" I won't say anything bad, you better run. "

"You can't do that." As far as I can tell, I don't think there's any temper to forgive me for that kind of thing.

And I owe you a meal.

It has been a long time since I had a bowl of rice.

It is the way of the red sheath to always return the grace you received.

A pennyless man with no sword on his waist filled his stomach.

If you don't do a job that is worth your life, it won't fit very well.

The old man seemed to give up on the red sheath, which he tried to stop but didn't show his attention.

Instead of persuading her, she took out a sword.

It is a white sheath that has not yet been applied with a pattern.

"This is something I've been able to do by myself since I got here." I was going to sell it for money in case I died and only my granddaughter remained. It would be better if you let your son and his wife avenge you with a sword. "

It was a terribly brilliant sword.

The old man said that he had come with a grudge, but it didn't look like much.

I have also seen the sword that the owner of the house boasted was a specialty of the world.

But compared to that, it was not pale at all.

Instead, the red sheath was seen as a much better gem.

Of course.

That is because the red sheath is a samurai who has dived into the Shurakuba many times, and the sword is considered a "good thing".

It's just an innocent piece of iron for an ordinary eye-catcher to see.

It might even have looked like an unworthy number knife.

For example, even if this sword remained in the world of Reiwa, few people would be able to evaluate it correctly.

I didn't know unless it was like wielding a sword on the actual battlefield.

It was such a heterogeneous sword.

The red sheath pointed this sword at her waist and headed toward the mountain.

By the time I reached the cave of Yamanaka's belly, the bed of the monster I heard from the fox, it was completely dark around here.

It was completely dark.

But there was nothing wrong with the red sheath.

For some reason, the red sheath was unexpectedly nocturnal.

Perhaps because they had a sharper sense than humans, they had more opportunities to interact with demons.

What appeared was a giant mountain monkey demon that was twice as tall as a red sheath.

There were many other little monsters around.

"You're the one who saved my daughter, right?" You were a samurai. I thought you might be a peasant because you hang yourself. "

"It's complicated, there are a lot of things going on here!" No, more than that. Please stop touching your grandfather and grandson. "

"No, it's my brother's revenge." Besides, I have a grudge against being slaughtered. "

I heard you were slaughtered because you did evil?

"That's right, he killed all the humans." I've told him many times to do better, but he was a fool. You're such an idiot, aren't you? For the time being, I have to take my revenge. At the same time, I'll be able to save my strength by devouring humans. "

In other words, it looks like your brother's revenge is in order.

"I won't deny it. Both of them are the same. Whatever you do, I'm out of your way. Many were slashed with his sword. If I eat that, my stock will also go up."

Apparently, my brother has more wisdom than my brother.

And it looks like it's bad.

Brother Yokai roared in intimidation, and the red sheath pulled out his sword.

After that, we move the opponent to the martial arts first and attack them with that gap.

The sword technique used by the red sheath was the same, but it was a bit special.

I had to strike first and slash it with each attack.

To put it terribly simply, it's like punching first, then punching that punch and fracturing the opponent's arm.

I want to say if there is such an idiot sword technique, but there is someone who actually does it, so there is nothing I can do about it.

She exchanged hands with her brother Yokai, who was attacking her, and the red sheath slammed a gun and a sword between her brows.

The opponent was a monster that was twice as tall as a human. If I did that with an ordinary sword, it would break my neck.

But with the sword in my hand, I had no problem.

Rather, the red sheath had decided that it was the best thing to do.

The aim is the same.

In the first sight, the battle was won.

The red scabbard slashed the head of my brother's yokai, who had his forehead cut off and screamed and collapsed.

However, the red sheath noticed something unusual here.

The white smoke was rising from the sword.

The panicked red sheath washed the sword with a nearby lozenge, but it was already too late.

The surface of the sword, which was supposed to be made of hard steel, melted.

In fact, the body of my brother Yokai was filled with poisonous blood.

If you get hurt, this will fog up and invade your enemies.

It was a monster with terrible and troublesome powers.

The more I hurt, the more I cornered the opponent.

If you're a giant, you won't be defeated in an instant.

But that's when the opponent was just a human being.

It didn't work for the red sheath that uses a slightly strange sword technique called Matsuha Shinda-ryu.

However, thanks to it, the sword was no good.

"Ahh, this is what I borrowed!" Yeah, yeah, what should I do? "

The monsters of the trinket fled somewhere after being slashed.

Well, that's fine.

What did I do with my sword?

The red sheath hugged her head in the dark mountains.

Until then, the swirling demonic vibe around the area was clear, and the fox knew that his brother Yokai was dead.

At the same time, a huge scream resounded all around.

Perhaps the old man noticed this, and he looked surprised.

"What's that scream?"

"That fucking monkey is dead." Hah, I'm so fucked. "

The fox was struggling too.

The old man burst out in a state of irresistible arrows and bows.

Well, it was a fox that wondered if it could get away with this, but it was also difficult.

Somehow, after entering this forge, I couldn't use my magic very well.

Or perhaps it's a place where evil can be sacrificed, like the temple shrine.

It was a fox that thought it could escape, but suddenly the rope was loosened.

My granddaughter untied me.

"What, you?"

"It's tight, it's tight."

She is waving a small hand.

Looks like they're going to let us go.

"Hey, daughter. Tell that filthy samurai." My grudges are very unforgettable. I'll pay you back for this. And then, I'll never forget my gratitude. When you're in trouble, I'll help you, so be prepared. "

I said it.

The fox immediately jumped out of the house and ran away in the opposite direction to the mountain.

It is still a matter for my young daughter.

I don't know what the intentions were.

Did you feel sorry for the fox that was tied up, or did you not think at all?

However, as I said myself, the nature of the fox was such that it would not forget the gratitude it had received.

After a while, when this young girl had a belt and a child, she got into trouble again.

A fox that appeared out of nowhere solved it.

However, this fox was not just a demon, but an angel, and no one knew it at this time.

Brother Yokai was subdued, and the old man and his granddaughter were finally able to live a decent life.

It seems that the old man will use this as an opportunity to move his residence to the center of the village.

The red sheath apologized for making the sword useless, but the old man bowed his head, saying that it would be pathetic if he just slashed the monster.

Next time, I will train something that doesn't spill a blade even if I open the demon. At that time, I will use it as a thank you for the red sheath.

That said, he laughed loudly.

My granddaughter will help you with that, too.

The blacksmithy is forbidden for women.

When the red sheath asked, the old man snorted.

"Those people who said that, they abandoned their sons and daughters, or even their grandchildren." Who's going to listen to them? Forbidden for women? If she wants, I'll tell her all my moves and make her the best swordsmith in the world. "

Apparently, this old man is a ghost with plenty of muscle.

This temper might not be very acceptable, but it was very favorable for the red sheath.

Weirdoes may feel good about each other.

In the morning, the red sheath bid farewell to the old man and his granddaughter and returned to the sky of the journey.

The old man promised to give him the sword he had struck one day.

Unfortunately, promises were not kept while the red sheath was alive.

The technique that this old man passed on to his granddaughter was quietly received and transmitted without appearing on the stage of history.

There were people in the world who would inherit this.

Some of the things that Tanuki is working on now have swords that the old man and his granddaughter's descendants have struck, but that's another story.

To the left, a man named Red Sheath was not blessed with a sword.

After that, I was still involved in various incidents, and each time I lost my sword.

I couldn't reach my sword until the end, but I ended up with a red sheath just before I died.

If you go that far, there is no other way.

Now, as many of you may have noticed, the fox we met at that time was the "fox".

This was the beginning of the decay of the red sheath and the fox.

From now on, every time I meet you face to face, you'll be giggling.

Since it continues even after becoming a god and an angel, they are both stubborn people with stubborn muscles.

The likes of them.

That said, there was no other way.