Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A small high hill that exists outside the village.

One brunette boy nods in the land, and one brunette looks down at him.

"Is this what it is, Mr. Yui"

"Not yet, Mother!

The boy, who remains nodded to the ground, says so with his blue bruised face desperately pointed at the woman.

As soon as she did, the woman with long glossy black hair had a thin grin on her mouth.

"Then stand up. If you stay like this, you won't reach me forever."

"Yes...... I'll go"

The boy, desperately awake to stand back, re-grips the knife with his right hand, which is no longer too punched in and discolored.

From previous experience, the person in front of me will never wait for me more than I have stood up. Of course, you don't have to get up, but you don't have to wait.

He couldn't have finished the day without being able to bathe a single knife in any case.

That's why he summons all the spring in his body to pack his time in one flight.

The woman has yet to take one movement with a thin smile on her face.

It's the only time.

The boy so sure flashes the knife in his hand with all his might.

And at the next moment, he was struck by heaven and earth inverted and turned to the ground again.

"It's a good sword muscle. It's never bad. But there's too much preliminary motion."

A woman who let her body sink in and pay for its feet lightly at the same time as the boy waves her sword tells her so with a nicked grin. And I put my right foot on top of the boy's head, which nodded to the ground as it was.

"Ugh, um, Mother... would you get your legs off me?

"Legs, sir? You do change the shape of your head if you stay like this. It is not my mother's intention that your beautiful face be distorted. So do your best to get rid of it."

The woman, who spoke so in a mild tone, puts her weight straight on the boy's face, back to back with a statement that she called unintentional.

As soon as possible, a boy groaning in the field.

But at the next moment, the voice uttered towards them changed the air in the field.

"Hey, hey, isn't it just abuse from the edge? I think it's a little too much to work out."

"Oh, Mr. Amfini. Welcome home from Wang Du."

A woman with a gaze in the direction of her voice, with a gorgeous grin, rushes to the luxurious man who stands on the spot like a shudder.

And where I leaned against one of his arms, I opened that mouth to the upper hand.

"So, which way did they go in Wang Du?

"Oh, oh... to a little acquaintance"

A luxurious man with chestnut-haired hair tells that as he gently scratches his head.

As soon as possible, the woman put its end on the man's arm.

"Kun-kun. You don't seem to smell any other woman. This scent is more of a man...... whisper, is it from that rationalist?

"No, you're right... but how do you know that much, at all? I mean, I only go to King's Capital once in a while, I'm glad you don't have much idea."

"Yeah, I trust you, Mr. Amfini. 'Cause if anything happens, maybe I'll rip your neck off."

While making a slight, the woman mouths a salaried such a thing.

A man by the name of Amfini, who heard it, asked him to confirm it, pulling his cheeks.

"Oh, you're kidding, right? I'm telling you I don't do that because I know..."

"Well, what do you say? If it was what, would you try it?

Suspiciously glaring at both of those eyes, the woman gently crawls an empty hand into a sword stabbed in her hips.

As soon as Amfini exhaled a loud sigh, he cut to the point in a slightly tired tone.

"No, I won't... more than that, I found out about them"

"Oh, you mean those innocent people. So, were you still a chaser from your sister?

"No, it seems completely irrelevant."

In response to an inquiry from a woman, the man immediately shakes his neck from left to right.

With that in her eyes, the woman exhaled small.

"Ha... so are you this western person? There are people in this land who can't read the air that interferes with my life."

"Well, there's a lot of them because the West is big too. Fox's kid, that Azwell, he's like Carla. But this time, it doesn't seem to be a tangle."

Amphini shakes her neck left and right again just because she's different, with a feminine clinging to the boy's appearance, the bigoted grandeur of a rationalist, and the face of the magical queen of output fools floating behind its back.

In response, the woman accidentally creased between her brows.

"Not the chasers of the East, not those otherwise known as wise men tangled? So who the hell did this to you?

That inquiry of a woman.

Amfini, by contrast, speaks only of his name briefly.

"The Fixer."

"Amend… the. I see. Were they God's Messengers? I thought it was troublesome."

The moment I hear the name, just a little bit of strained air runs around her.

But her reaction was as expected for Amfini.

That's why he turns his gaze toward the woman's waist without even showing a particularly upset bare gesture.

Looks like they're after you.

"Really... I see you have some attractions for being able to keep an eye on this snow cut"

With that in her mouth, the woman slightly distorts her mouth while releasing cold air that cools to the bottom.

Meanwhile, as Amfini gently shrugged his shoulder, he told her the words heard by a friend who said Azwell as they were.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't seem interested in the knife itself. They're supposed to have that knife, because it seems they need the ability to interfere with the world."

"Oh, I wonder if you know this is shadowing."

"I think that's right. If you're a witch with a sword, you'd think it was something with a real blow."

Men smile bitterly and say so to women.

Then the woman thought slightly and turned one question to the man.

"... Really? If so, I have to correct that mistake for you. So, where are they?

"Come on, that rationalist Azwell doesn't even know it now."

"You're a completely useless guy, that guy"

"Well, don't say that to him. He's one of the few friends I've ever had... so if you say so, my son stays down!

Amfini, who turned her gaze back forward, noticed that their son was not getting up, as he remained in his posture when the woman stepped on him.

As soon as the woman could sneak her hand to Amfini's chest, she pointed what she had taken out of it at the boy.

Yui, it's time to wake up.

That's what the woman tells you, in a tone that's like waking up my nebulous child lightly.

And the next moment, a high-speed bullet was fired from a short gun in her hand.

"Hey, hey, my God!

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm working out with enough spare time to avoid it properly."

The woman tells happily as she sees the boy with the bullet in the form of rolling over the ground.

Seeing the sight, Amfini exhaled a deep sigh.

"I didn't know the first test of a new protective gun was for my own son..."

"Oh, you're certainly turning one smaller than the previous one. Hehe, now I wonder how I can use this to train you."

Just saying she got a good toy, the woman gently hoists the right corner of her mouth as she twirls the gun in her hand.

Amfini, on the other hand, accidentally caught his mouth in what his own wife said.

"No, that's not what I developed it for..."

Looking at his wife's delightful side, a man who could not tell him to return his gun apologizes to his son for being a weak father in his heart.

bitter and irrational, and above all nostalgic days.

Those days, which at the time were thought to last forever, will suddenly end a year after this time.

In the form of a heart trauma "trauma" planted in the heart of one boy.