The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

It was a city I'd never even seen.

I'm not flourishing, I'm not lonely.

Along the boulevard that passes through the center of the city, there are a variety of shops, and I'm sure it's usually quite flourishing.

Such a city was now stained with red lotus.

A scream that spreads everywhere and a low voice that sounds as if to mock it.

The monsters are raging around the city against the backdrop of the sound of patchy and wooden houses burning or collapsing.

Soldier-style men are running around, but this is no longer a situation where they can be collected to that extent.

The mother nodding in the arms of her sobbing child became the food of the monster without being able to do anything.

A scream of a woman as clear as a scream in her ear and a scream of a child.

And a low voice creepy enough to make my spine cold.

This must be - something happening in real life somewhere in this world.

"Ahhhh!!

"- Huh!?

Jumping up to be bounced, I look around without time for a rough breath.

For a moment, I could no longer distinguish myself from the dream I had until just before, but I saw no burning red lotus anywhere, just a little bit down my chest.

But soon, you realize the worst.

In a small, dark bedroom, “No one but me”.

"Stop it, get rid of it!!

In the living room next door, I heard something rubbing together and your brother screaming.

I suppressed my beating heart as loudly as I could, desperately quenched my confused head, and ran at full speed to the door leading to the half-opened living room.

And that's where I saw...

It was a lantern placed on the ground that was illuminating the indoors.

And blurry up by that unreliable light, a thin dirty little man.

Unmade, unclean beards and creepy Gyoro eyes gleaming with thin cuffs.

On his right hand, he carries a small blade like a knife.

Bandits.

Intuitively, I concluded so.

The tall skinny bandit stood making sure her clothes crossed her slightly disturbed mother.

And to that bandit, your brother stands up to you with a wooden stick not even a meter away.

"Shit, you're such a kid."

The bandit's little man squeals in a low, deaf voice, shaking the little knife he had.

Before I scream anything, "Logna!!" With the cry, your mother covered her brother.

"Gu......!?

"Or, ka-chan!?

From where I was, I could see that the bandit's knife did slash your mother's body.

Your mother's clothes are torn and the black liquid twitches and spreads.

"Well, shit. A young woman..."

That said, your brother distorted his expression with hatred to a bandit who spits and discards his sputum uncomfortably.

... but as soon as I broke in between the bandits and the mothers, that face was repainted with surprise.

"Se, sefi!? Ohh...!

Your brother's voice doesn't even get in my ear, and I touch your mother with my trembling hands.

Your mother had her back slashed about twenty centimeters, and the overflowing blood reflected the lantern's light, glowing lukewarmly and creepy.

When I was listening to my mother moaning painfully, I was overflowing with nature and tears.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

I didn't know what to do, with my trembling lips, I could only call you about your mother.

Before I just woke up and hadn't turned my head, I was in complete panic in a series of abnormal situations that were suddenly thrown in.

Calling, at least you have to stop the bleeding. If you hold down your mother's wound, you will feel hot, damp and smell iron and inadvertently nausea will creep up.

Still, my mother, hearing my voice, grinned lightly as she endured the pain desperately.

"No, just... so, Logna... take Sefi..."

"What are you doing, ka-chan!? Oh no...!

"With your father, promise... just Sefi... please, Logna..."

Your brother compares me to your mother's face with a pompous tear.

And when I got an impatient look, I gripped the stick of the tree I was gripping even tighter.

... brother? What... do you?

"Oh? Do you want to do it, kid?

From behind me, I heard a bandit who looked like he was having fun.

No, don't, brother! You can't do that......!

But before I speak of restraint,

"Wow, wow!!!

Through my side, my well-motivated brother shook his stick as he did.

But the five-year-old (Ooi-chan) 's swinging stick is easily grabbed and kicked away lightly.

Hearing your brother's weak groan and the laughter of a bandit's victory...... I was in a circling sight, regretting it.

... it's my fault.

I decided on my own that there was no bandit, and I took no action.

If it's true, I had to be the most alert to bandits when I could use magic.

There was as much magic or whatever, as there were measures to be taken. Whether it was setting a trap, building an alarm device, or hitting the lead and looking here, anything would have been fine.

Nothing happened before today, so I decided I would always be, and I was at peace.

Even now, because I slept without waking up until this happened, my mother was so bloody...

I just built a theory about the magic of power that hurts people, and I've never actually shot them.

I didn't come prepared to shoot or prepare my mind at all.

'Cause I've always decided I'm gonna need that.

But that neglect caused the situation.

It's all my fault.

The whole responsibility lies with me.

... but the blame lies with me, but the sin lies with the bandits.

Without this guy, your mother wouldn't have bled out.

Without him, your brother wouldn't have been hurt.

Without this guy.

If only this guy (...) wasn't there (...).

I look at your mother suffering with blood and a lot of sweat.

Hold your stomach and look at your brother gasping painfully.

Then finally, I saw my palm stained in bright red.

Gutsy, I feel a black thing overflowing from the bottom of my belly invade my thoughts.

"Goddamn it (...) I'll get you (...)...!!"

I looked back with a bright red stained vision and pointed my bloody hand at the bandit.