The Skill Collector

"What can I do for you in this secluded depths?

"Didn't I tell you? When you can't buy skills or go to a village to negotiate. It's a rumor I've heard recently, so it's also to see if it's true."

Cuyoli, next to him, said such a thing as he went down a weedy mountain path without a trace that people had passed for years.

She is indifferent to details rather than just outfits and familiarity, so she is suitable for the journey but does not try to remember things she is not interested in.

Originally, memories that have lived for hundreds of years oppress the brain, so there is no gap for new memories to enter unless they are erased with the 'oblivion' skills we sold back in the day.

So I can understand you're not in the habit of remembering things.

"The soup made by the collector a week ago was delicious. It was richer than the soup I had made ten years ago."

I remember these things.

Most of my old unnecessary memories have been erased, but my memories remain trivial.

He soon forgets the memories that are inconvenient to him.

"I can't take normal people because it's a little special village, but I thought Mr. Cuyoli would be okay"

"Hmm. Whatever happens, I'm not gonna die."

"Right. Don't worry if you don't die."

You didn't quite understand what I said, and the cuyoli, who was careless ahead of you, fell flamboyantly.

He was slammed to the ground without even being passive as it was, but he stood up softly.

"Let's say you can support your body or enjoy falling. It hurts to watch this one."

"It's a body that won't die. I don't feel like defending my body."

It's her bad habit or habit, but 'immortality' doesn't seem to be the idea of protecting her body because of her skill of 'pain paralysis'.

Normally the body reacts on its own without having to think about it to avoid pain or injury.

But in the case of cuyoli, it doesn't hurt. The injury will heal. I don't die. That's why neither my head nor my body tries to protect my body.

I tried to talk about the importance of defense while paying off the dirt on her body, but she doesn't seem interested.

... Probably not willing to keep this memory.

Small and large stones roll on rugged mountain roads and the scaffolding is pretty bad.

So Kuyoli falls over and over, sometimes crashing into a rock and her neck leaning in a strange direction, giving up and taking her hand.

I only have one arm, so I wanted to leave it empty.

"You won't fall for this."

"Right."

Is the palm slightly sweaty but tired?

There are many things that I don't even notice if I make it impossible because Cuyoli doesn't show up on my face.

"Shall we take a break?

"No, it's better this way. Let's walk some more."

"Really? Don't push me, will you? We're almost there."

I nodded quietly, so I proceeded to the back of the mountain in pace.

If we continued walking for another hour or so, as the yang gradually began to sink into the mountains and the area began to darken, we finally saw the village we wanted.

The walls surrounding the village are wooden and mostly decayed. I can see the years gone by without anyone taking care of them.

"It looks like an abandoned village."

It's an abandoned village.

Tilt my neck to my response.

I didn't say anything wrong.

"Does anyone live in an abandoned village?

"Instead of saying you live there, you should say you lived there from the beginning"

He's staring at me with a frown-rooted face.

I guess it sounded as if you were misrepresenting yourself by making a roundabout representation.

"It stays that way. I've been trying to get the villagers in the abandoned village to sell their skills."

"Do you continue to live in such a poor location? I've encountered quite a few crazy demons along the way."

"Right. Because it's an area where people don't come either."

The detailed story was even as I was walking with my hand in my hand, but the reply was empty above.

Were you listening properly after all?

"Again, no. Is it the third time? Now listen carefully and remember. This village perished decades ago, and since then it has become an abandoned village without people's stomach. There were adventurers who stumbled through a place like that about a month ago. I spent the night in this abandoned village, thankful just to be able to prevent the storm, but when one of my buddies woke up in the middle of the night, I heard things coming from the outside."

This time I tried to activate "acting" and "talking" so that Cuyoli would be interested and have an idea to be immersive in the story.

It seems to have worked and I'm looking at you this way with a serious eye.

"Multiple people are talking about something. The adventurers were checking the abandoned village before going to bed, and at that time they were confirming that it was deserted without a shadow. Weird or strange, the adventurer thought he was sneaking up to the door."

The sound of swallowing the sawdust, and the spit of the cuyoli, exerts force on the hand that is being held.

Don't let them take your bones if you don't keep 'tough' up.

"When I opened the door just a little and peered through the gap, I saw a few villager-like figures in front of the house. I was about to leak a surprising, less vocal voice, but holding my mouth by my hand. As I managed to endure, I heard a clearer voice than I just did." It's a treat today, "" Oh, it's a treat, "" Whole grill or simmer and eat, "" I'd rather have meat, "" I'm a gut. ""

"Or a collector. Enough, too. What is that, maybe?"

I've asked questions to block them in the middle of the conversation.

Is the connected hand vibrating violently from just now because the cuyoli is shaking?

"Yes, they said they were ghosts. It was an exciting story from here, didn't you like it?

"Also, could you ask a ghost to sell your skills? I don't like ghosts just a little bit."

Kuyoli's statement complaining in tears was honestly surprising.

Because I never thought that she, immortal, would be afraid of ghosts.

"Yeah, I was planning on buying skills out of ghosts... Sorry, I didn't know you didn't like ghosts."

"They're the opposite of me, so I don't understand."

Certainly not dying cuyoli and dead beings.

You can say it's on the opposite pole.

"And I hate things I can't hit"

The bragging power doesn't work on ghosts either.

The explanation convinced me.

"Should I go back then? I'm also unsure if there's really a ghost, but if you're not comfortable with it, you should stop."

"No, I don't mind. As long as the collector stays by my side, I'll be fine."

"I promise you that. Maybe it's just a rumor."

Pull her hand and step into the abandoned village.

I'll explore the signs, but so far I don't feel any sign.

It's not such a big village, so I've circled all the way around but it still doesn't look like there are any people.

"Then let me rest in that house, which seems to be the most well built"

Kuyoli hasn't spoken a word since entering the village, holding my hand hard.

I still don't speak out because I just nodded small.

I made a simple soup because I could use Kamado, and I made it for dinner. The cuyoli stayed with me the whole time I was cooking, and I just looked around gripping the hem of my clothes.

"Mr. Cuyoli asleep as we are going to wait until late at night"

"I'm awake too."

"If you're not comfortable, you can go to sleep, right? It could just be a rumor, and if it were true, it would all be over while you were asleep."

"Fine, stay awake"

I refused to sleep so hard that we stayed up late together.

I don't care about drowsiness with my skills, but I use 'talking' to talk about all the events I've been through so that Cuyoli doesn't sleep.

Looks like we crossed the day while we were doing that.

"Collector, do me a favor"

Rock your body left and right into small pieces, cuyoli staring at me with a face that withstands something.

I know you're about to complain about something, just the look on your face, but what is that?

When I activated Psychology, I understood that you were trying to do me a favor.

I don't know what's at stake.

"What is it?

"Um, what..."

I have already learned that it is dangerous to rely on "psychology".

It's important to deduce with that word and deed what she thinks and wants to do.

He is holding his lower body by his hand and moving it to shake his butt. The face is smitten and slightly tearful.

I've seen this feeling somewhere before. Yeah, when I took care of the kids in the orphanage...

"Oh, I can't stand urine."

A storm passed my ear.

My fists are sticking out where my face was just now.

"You were silent about women. Looks like there's something I can do for you."

It has been confirmed that the end of the door near the entrance was a hand washing area. I actually tried using it but nothing went wrong.

"I know that..."

"Then. Oh, I see. Shall I stay out of the house?

That's what women didn't like to be heard.

It's the ideal way to give it back this time.

"Chi, it's not. Stay by my side. I want you to wait in front of the washroom."

"Okay."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Excuse me, were you laughing? Scary Mr. Kuyori was adorable."

"Huh, huh."

You seem to have pissed me off, but it seems a little less fearful that I should say thanks to that.

She dragged me to wait in front of the washroom.

"You're there!

Yes, I'm here.

"Well, tell me something"

"Right. This is a cliff in a suicide spot..."

"Stop talking like that!

I enjoyed reacting differently from day to day and made fun of myself, but if I do this any more, they may hate me.

I mumble a bright song in 'Sing' because I don't seem to miss you.

Give me a nursery rhyme that was sung in a small village when I was just starting a collector.

I don't even remember when, where, or who taught me, and I forgot the lyrics and like the tune though it's a nose song.

A little later, when the door opened, there was a cuyoli close to the usual faceless expression.

"You don't have to sing anymore."

"No, I had stopped singing though"

"Trying to intimidate me like that again..."

Put your hands on the mouth of the cuyoli and seal your voice to clear your ears.

Then a voice arrived in my ear that sang small.

"It's a treat today... a treat... Grill it round...... eat it...... Me... thigh meat... me... gut... beauty... treat you once a year..."

Kuyoli, who is pale in his face, is trembling so hard that he can see the remnants.

In the meantime, holding over to calm him down, the tremor seemed to have stopped lightly.

"Please calm down. It sounds like a fun song to hear."

The lyric taste isn't very good, but that one is apparently a song.

Plus I feel like the nursery rhyme I was mumbling earlier.

I'll explore the signs, but there's no sign of anyone.

"It could really be a ghost"

If it's a ghost that's keeping itself, it's not that much of a problem.

However, it would be a little troublesome if you had lost yourself and ended up being called an evil spirit.

If you are a ghost, it is also possible to have your skills sold depending on the negotiation, and to form a Buddha if they wish.

If it is an evil spirit, it will be forcibly Buddhist.

"Why is the collector calm?

"I've encountered ghosts many times, so I'm used to them."

Quickly answered Cuyoli's question, which he forcefully pulled off.

The haunted and skill-trading of an old man who was not long ago but was in a former prison has also been successful.

"Besides, the scariest person in the world is a human being."

"Is that... something? Believe it."

"It's okay. I'd like to hold your hand, but if one arm is sealed, the means of resistance will be reduced. With a ship's arms."

If I had two arms, I wouldn't be able to use one arm. I don't have as many problems as I do, but now that I only have one, I have trouble dealing with it when I have to.

"Then tuck me in the back...... That would scare me if something came from behind. But there's no other way."

"Are you waiting here?

"No one. It feels more horrible"

Outside, we still hear songs, but the Lord of the Voice may walk away.

I wanted to take action early, but I decided to wait until she came up with a way to convince me.

When I opened the door for a moment and looked at the voice, there was a ghost singing in circles with a blue and translucent body. The number is five. Is there one woman in four young looking men?

Are they the ones who were tragically murdered, all ghosts with arms lifted, intestines spilled from their bellies and necks connected by a piece of skin? Only ghosts have severely damaged their bodies.

Those ghosts saw me and the song stopped perfectly.

You look confused when you look at me coming out flat.

"Good evening. It's a beautiful night for the stars"

"Ah, yes. Comfortable night...... hmm? Aren't you afraid of us?

"Yeah well. Because I try not to judge people by their appearance."

"Really? I'm sorry. We judged you by your appearance, and I was confused for a moment."

The ghosts are turning to me and bowing their heads and apologizing.

I guess the reason they looked at me and were upset was because they saw the cuyoli holding me from the front.

She came to a troubled conclusion that if you hug me from the front and brace your body with strings, you'd be relieved.

Currently, Kuyoli is stuck to me dressed like a child clinging to a tree. They can be relieved by the smell and the heart tone. It looks pretty bad, but I don't have to say anything anymore.

"I'm sorry. I ruined the scary vibe."

"No. I don't want to threaten you, either, but everyone who sees this will run away."

A soothing air flows between you and the ghost.

Kuyori has buried his face in my chest and earplugs, so I have no idea what's going on.

"Earlier it seemed I was singing something, does that make any sense"

"Oh is that song...... I learned to sing in the village when I got a treat in the woods. After being a ghost, you mumble for some reason."

I've heard ghosts have strong memories just before and when they die.

Did something happen when I tried to have a treat?

"Do you remember why you became a ghost"

"Uh, I don't know what it was."

"Look, that's it. That. Bandits are pushing us to the village and we're all dead."

"That's it! I haven't remembered much since I became a ghost."

As far as the way he was killed, it shouldn't have been such an easy thing to talk about.

A ghost refers to a state that is untrained or resentful of some kind and remains in this world.

The ghosts laughing at each other calmly also have some reason to be here. I think I can travel to the afterlife if I hear it out and make it happen.

... Let's check our skills before we do that.

I don't have any particularly prominent skills. But there was only one skill common to the five of us.

Low level but 'singing' skills?

Earlier singing was also stuck through the door, but if you focused and listened, the singing wasn't bad. My voice overlapped beautifully, so I guess I practiced and did the numbers from day to day.

"If you don't mind, can I just listen to the earlier song again?

"You want to hear it! Yeah, I don't mind. Ask me as much as you want."

The broken-faced ghosts start singing with their voices together.

"It's a treat today - it's a treat. Yes, yes, yes! Bake it round and divide it up for everyone. No, no, no! I'd rather have meat. I like to burn my guts. Phew! Phew! Treat it beautifully and let's all eat a treat once a year! The neighbors, the travelers, they all drank together, laughed and sang."

The ghost sings with pleasure, also with clapping and a simple choreographic dance.

The sight was odd, but I don't feel afraid.

When I hear the song again firmly, it still looks like the nursery rhyme I was singing. I'm not sure of my memory, but I guess I've visited this village a long time ago and heard of it.

Nori is a little embarrassed to say that her hands are in the way. And the lyrics are too cheap.

When they finished singing and at the same time clapping their left shoulder with their right hand, the ghost was lit.

Simple lyrics like the kid thought but the song nori is not bad.

"You were brilliant. Since when did that song become sung?

"They sang from Grandpa's and Grandpa's and Grandpa's. It used to sound like I didn't have lyrics and mumbled appropriately, but the pedestrian who happened to visit the village put the lyrics on me."

"Really, give me the lyrics....... the pedestrian get the lyrics?

I had something caught on to my current words.

"The lyrics are a little weird or appropriate, but well, I like the song, so I like it."

"Oh, the lyrics are terrible. But it's exciting. I'm about a kid to be happy with those lyrics though."

"We are confident in the song even in the village. I've been chosen as a singer since this time. I don't know if there's a treat once a year, but that's when I decide to sing this in front of everyone as a representative of the village. If I had time, I'd get together and practice."

"I wanted to sing. In front of the treat and at the feast. That's the lyrics though."

Apparently their untrained was to perform the practiced song at the feast.

But there is something more bothering me now than that.

"Have you passed on the traits or something of someone who thought about that lyric?

"Well, you're talking about a dark haired, uncharacteristic person."

"When Grandpa asked me, he said he was a merchant who was polite and fearless. Perhaps your traits are similar. But it doesn't look like he had one arm, and he died a long time ago because it sounds like a long time ago."

I was convinced in my current words.

Activate "Memory" to dig out the memory you were storing in the corner of your mind.

Uh, there it is. I thought of this lyric in this village...... me.

The villagers who can't even read the letters asked me to think about the lyrics, and I made them appropriately with the momentum of drunkenness in alcohol. I didn't know that was still being sung.

"Well, I'm allergic to the lyrics. I wanted to sing in public during the feast. Maybe that's all I have left."

"There's a lot of people out there who play, and that's where they play this song."

"Childish lyrics, but the song is good, 'cause you can sing it nice"

Will it be time for you to stop touching the lyrics?

Though youthful, because it's the lyrics I thought of.

I sincerely regret that you should have taken this more seriously.

Their wishes were understandable. Is this on the edge too......

It would be easier to negotiate buyouts if you fulfilled your wishes. Never want to bury the negative legacy of the past here.

"Let me help you cut off your untrained skills"

When I offered, they looked at me like they saw something incredible.

Not many people are surprised by ghosts.

You're relieved by the body temperature that's coming from me, or at some point I'll drop the sleeping cuyoli in the empty house and put the blanket on it.

Then, he goes into the woods alone and catches prey, picks up edible weeds and fruits, and also makes a treat with his' cooking 'skills using handheld ingredients.

He further cut down the tree and processed its wood to create a simple percussion instrument, producing it all the way to the stage with excess wood. I needed three hours to make full use of my skills, but I still had time left until dawn.

"What's all the fuss...... HI!

He is stiff when he sees the ghost of a cuyoli standing on the stage coming out of an empty house with his sleeping eyes.

Briefly explaining the obviousness of the matter seemed to fade considerably, and he offered to cooperate.

I temporarily sold 'Play' to her, so she'll do well.

When he was one arm but maximized his physical abilities and played his hands and feet clever, the ghosts began to sing along with it.

By the dawn of the night, there was no sign of them, and they seemed to have safely traveled into the afterlife.

"I forgot to buy my skills, but okay. Mr. Cuyoli, it's cold, but we have a sumptuous breakfast. Shall we eat together?"

"I'm just fine because I'm hungry"

Talking while eating, Cuyoli barely remembered the future policies he had spoken about many times before.

"I'm sorry. Now remember it properly. It's not good to forget."

This is the scene I've been paying attention to before, but I smiled when I breathed out small.

"Because memories are vague. Don't worry too much. Everyone remembers wanting to forget or erase by accident."

"That's oddly sweet of a collector today. Is something wrong?

"... nothing"