The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Horses are coming to my domestic water, an example fountain that turned into a giant bird bathing area.

But the horse is kind of a strange guy... with something like a feather growing on his back.

The word "Heavenly Horse" flickers in my head. Yeah, if that kind of thing ever existed, it might look like this.

… However, the Tenma (tentative) is looking a little strange.

Observing through the window of the house, I could see why.

"... I'm hurt"

There was only one wing growing from the horse's back. The other one was dressed like... unbroken, cut from the ground up.

If I could get away with it, I wondered if I could, but when I got out of the house softly, the bird noticed me.

While the bird noticed me, without being particularly alert, he then shifted his body just a little to free up space downstream.... They cleared my water bath. Uh... That's kind of you, let's just say.

Well, birds are fine, horses.

The horse noticed me and looked frightened.

But you didn't try to escape when I approached the fountain because you saw the bird didn't care in particular.

... When I approached him and looked closely, there was a scratch on one of the horse's legs. Maybe you can't run very fast if you run away.

I thought it was pathetic, or painful, but for now I decided to take a bath as usual. The corner, the bird cleared the place for me.

When I was taking a bath, the horse seemed to be getting used to me, even though he showed me how much he cared. Even after I finished drinking the water, I ate grass near the fountain, and I didn't show any particular way to escape.

So I came back softly after finishing the laundry and the water bath... and drew the pills there.

Yeah. Scratch pills. It was always in the teacher's house, an old guy who didn't know when it was. He's an old guy, but he works on abrasions, cuts and burns, and I took care of him for it.

... I got that kind of liniment quickly, so I'll take it to the horse. One of the wings can't help it, but it will work on the leg wound, I thought.

But I tried it from the horse and it was probably an extra favor.

The horse kept his distance when I approached him with medicine. When we get close again, we leave again for a little while.

... I gave up getting closer because I was pathetic. While doing so, the horse went back to the woods.

Hmmm...... I wanted to do something for you, but would it have been an extra favor after all?

I was worried about the horse, but there's nothing I can do.

I spent some time drawing and materializing the pencils that I drew and materialized in the beginning, making knives because I didn't think it was one knife, and while I was doing that, I wanted to draw glass and materialize the glass lamps.

... That's how I just paint, it's night, and when I sleep, the morning comes.

I glanced out the window in the morning and... I was there. Yesterday's horse.

As always, the leg wound and only one wing remain intact. It's painful, it's a little painful to watch.

Besides, he can't move his body very well, so he can't give in and eat grass. Then you'll be hungry.

But I'm not a vet to treat you, and if you try to drug me, you'll get away with it.

... All right.

I draw grass on the spot. Tall enough grass to eat without having to give in too much. Now, give me a guy who looks good for horse digestion, who looks soft.

... first draw a picture of the ground. Draw on the edge of the fountain or the rock there or something, and then grow grass there.

It's pretty hard to draw meadows. When I hurry, I can't even draw every grass, so it's like painting it with a watercolor.

But it still worked.

As soon as the painting is finished, the painting shivers and shrinks... and spreads.

And there was grass growing on the ground.

The horse was bewildered. It may be obvious because the grass suddenly grew.

But the horse, bewildered, is starting to roam the grass, little by little.... Hope it tastes good. Although I don't know what it tastes like because I don't eat grass.

... by the way.

I also thought when I painted the fountain that 'drawing something new in an original place' was a little different from 'painting materializes'.

So did I this time growing grass. Instead of the grass coming out on painting paper, the grass grew on the ground. The painting was reflected in the actual landscape.

This is... um, I don't know what this means. One thing I do know is that this is more tiring to reflect a picture in the actual landscape than to materialize it...

... okay.

Let's experiment a little.

Instead of "materializing the picture," "reflecting the picture," I was wondering how far I could go.

From here on out is a battle with time. I rushed to the watercolor paper and sketched my horse.

I haven't had much experience seeing animals up close, but I could see pictures and videos, so I can handle just observing the rest. I know the structure of my body in general, so I'll pack the details later as I look at it.

Once I can draw some, I go into coloring. I'm pretty out of my hands, but I guess I can still handle this. Well, no, let's just try.

It's a white horse, so it's hard to paint. Golden hyena and tail in white fur. Beautiful horse. Oh, I think, it keeps coloring. White should leave the color of the paper as it is, and only add the color to the shadow.

... and in doing so, I added a bandage to the leg of the horse.

There was water gushing in the dead fountain, so I would be able to stick a bandage to the leg of an injured horse, thinking.

And painted and colored the horse's back with wings, then.

The painting shuddered and shrunk... flying off the paper, disappearing.

I thought that, and I raised my gaze from the paper...

"... done"

Outside the window, I saw a bandage with a horse wrapped around my leg, confused.

When I gently went outside the house, the bird and the horse noticed me.

As usual, the bird cleared the place for me, so I went in there and washed it, and the horse approached me there.

... Yes. The horse approached me.

"... can I touch you for a second?

When I asked, the horse offered me his neck before me, as if to say 'Go ahead'.

I felt scared, touching the horse's neck... the skin beneath my hair, the bones and the flesh beneath my skin, and the heat of a definite creature in it.

When I stroked him as he was, the horse was caressed by adults.... did you find out that I was the one who wore the bandage? If so, it's a very clever horse.

Well, no.

Apparently, the horse decided not to alarm me. Even for me, I don't hate animals, so I'm happy with this.

Besides, most importantly, I'd be really happy if my legs were any better......

Nevertheless, this one was another discovery.

Apparently, not only can you 'materialize what you paint', but you can also 'reflect the picture on what you actually have'.

This can also be used to re-fruit the already growing fruit trees, or to re-grow the grass that the horse has eaten. And then, like I just did, it's like I can bandage a horse without touching it.

This is convenient.... Though it seems tiresome to use too much. Yeah. Let's be careful.

Then, one more thing.

... Apparently, it materializes to some extent, even if I draw it out of hand in quite a hurry. I wonder what it is. I wonder if it was because there was something original about this one and I only materialized the bandages there.

Hmmm...... I'd like to give it a try, but not today. I kind of have a horse full of heads.

So I ended up practicing drawing horses that day, remembering them. It's fresh because drawing animals wasn't much. Because I've always been just a still-life dessert.

Creatures, they have hair, they have skin, they have meat, they have bones, they are warm.

I see you're pulsing. I also found myself breathing. You're alive, that's what it felt like.

... I didn't hate that feeling. I thought I wanted to draw it all up to that feeling.

Yeah, we need to practice for that.

Practice, I need to...

"I didn't think you'd bring the practice bench."

The next day, the horse brought in another horse.

"Huh... Huh? This is also a horse...? I wonder if we're friends."

I'm in trouble. Really troubled.

I'm surprised at the horse with the feathers, but I'm surprised at the horns. Why does this horse have horns growing on his forehead?

... No, though I should say 'I was growing'.

The corners have been folded tightly near the roots, and a section of the corners is visible. I think the horns used to stretch straight...

Then there were a lot of scratches. There were scratches all over the body of the horse where the horns grew. Apparently it was a wound that I had recently done, and some of the blood was still seeping.

"... you mean maybe cure this horse too?

The feather-grown horse rang, "Yes," he said.

Then I drew a horned horse and wrapped a bandage around it.

While I was painting, the horn-grown horse looked uncomfortable, but I never escaped because the feather-grown horse was leaning against me.

Horses with horns had a lot of scratches and, for that matter, they needed a lot of bandages. Horses on painting paper are getting more and more bandaged up.

... kind of pathetic, kind of painful.

What the hell happened to being so injured? Like falling off a cliff? But it looks like a lot of cuts...

... I could go ahead with the brush as I thought about it and wrap a bandage around all the horse scratches. But just a little more.

I drew a horse's horn.

It's a broken corner, but I bandaged it where it broke and drew it so that there was a corner ahead of it.

A prosthetic arm or a prosthetic leg, that's what I meant. I thought if I put a horn of righteousness on the corner, it would clear the mind of this horse a little bit.

... No, I don't know what it's like to be a horse, and I feel rude measuring that... yeah. Simply because it seemed like it would clear my mind.

White horse body, silver hyena and tail. Besides, even if it broke, the corners were still blue and white and shiny. So.

... That's how I finished bandaging the horse with the horns.

All of a sudden the bandage was wrapped, and the horse worn to the righteous horn looked startled, but only slightly rumbled... soon, grown up.

I tried to follow the water at the righteous angle, I tried to follow the ground, I twirled around on the spot, I looked confused, but that's not rampant, I'm just confused. It was like that.

When a feather-grown horse rubs over, so does a horse whose horns have grown along with it. Then the feather-grown horse put his head against the horn of the horse where the horn grew... rubbed against the horn, then blurted and sounded in a good mood.

Then two heads start drinking water amicably. Apparently, she took the treatment to her two favorites.

Yeah, good. I wish the pain had caught at least a little. Because that wound looked very painful.

... Well. I'll take a bath, too.

When I started taking a bath, the horse with the horns looked a little nasty. No, I mean face, I've been showing 'no' all over my body.

... Speaking of which, 'unicorn beast', don't you hate men? Yeah, I'm a little sorry about that. But I want to take a bath.

When I proceeded to bathe in the water, the unicorn still seemed to hate it, but the heavenly horse stranded it along the way. [M] I don't know what Heavenly Horse is, but I know what it is. Somehow I seem to see character, a little smiling.

The unicorn, flaunted by Heavenly Horse, seemed a little reluctant, but eventually approached me.

"Can I touch it?

I asked him and he didn't run away, so let me stroke him.

It felt a little different from Heavenly Horse. I wonder if my hair is a little short. But the tail feels so good. Tenma is fluffy, and the unicorn does. That's what I do.

... Then, hey, the corner caught my eye.

I think all the bandages went well, but what about the corners? Isn't that annoying?

"Uh... can I touch the corners, too?

When I asked him, he lowered his head and brought the corner closer to me, as if he understood my words.

Somehow, softly, touch the corner, feeling a little horrible before the beautiful creature.

... The corners I touched were warm.

I accidentally pulled my hand in.

'Cause I didn't think the horn of the crop was warm.

But as soon as I pull my hand in, I realize this is crazy.

Because the corners I touched seemed like... alive, real horns.

Again, touch the corner.

Blue and white coloured, beautiful it. One straight out, the twisted shape looks like another piece of art, and it's so beautiful, I touch it.

... After all, it was warm.

"... bandages, can I take them off?

Put in a no, then gently, hang your hands on a bandage wrapped around the corner of a unicorn.

Under the bandage, there must be a joint. 'Cause that's where the corners were broken. I just added some horns to it...

Under the bandage, there were horns.

There are no joints, there is no breaking...... there was one 'real' corner, it did grow there.

As soon as I checked that, I felt my consciousness go away… maybe I fainted just like that.