Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

When I was four years old, my mental age dragged me to my physical age, touching little bugs, sneaking around wild mountains, being attacked by animals and demons and running away.

Of course, how high is the distance you can escape on a child's feet.

Each time, when he fled to the village in a madness of death, he crusaded animals and demons in the village.

It was such a little nasty childhood I used to get pissed off by the villagers.

There was something I couldn't stand.

It's an unsanitary part of the house, and the kitchen floor remains on the ground.

So falling ingredients and stuff can be a big deal.

But my father and mother didn't seem to care much, and my mother picked up the ingredients that fell to the ground and just washed them a little and cooked as they were.

Thanks to this, when you rub meat, which is a precious protein, there is a squirting sound in your mouth and the taste and texture are not very good.

That went on every day.

Many times I wish I had a clean kitchen in Japan, I immediately forgot to say 'fireball' and threw pebbles in the river and I was playing.

One day, as I was walking down the road towards the river, I saw a girl brought to the village by her parents first at the end of the road.

Sometimes it was the first time I had seen someone coming from outside the village. Standing on the spot, I could clearly see the girl.

I think he's a little taller than me.

However, her face was as neat as a doll, and her golden hair stretched out to her back. Her hair was very pretty, illuminated by the sun.

The girl my parents brought me to hide behind a man I thought would be my father as soon as my eyes met me.

When the man looked at me, he crouched down after putting his hand on his chin and spoke with his own gaze at my gaze.

"Are you a resident of a village ahead of you?

I nodded at the man's inquiry.

People who have never been out of the village before are fresh to me.

"That's right. Eh?"

I don't know what to answer. I'm stuck in words.

I'm not sure what to tell the first outside person.

"I'm sorry. I'm Yankle. I was a former adventurer... no, can't I tell you?

I shake my head in the sense of denial, but a man named Yankle laughed, 'Ha-ha-ha, you don't have to force it'. It suits me very well just because that is beauty again.

"You're going to let me live in this village from now on, so will you keep me company with my daughter?

Nodding at Mr. Yankle's words.

Rarely do I hate people.

That is also the conclusion I draw from the knowledge that is in me.

If we treat everyone equally, there will be no friction, and if we leave at worst, it will be fine.

So, it's okay.

I laugh at the girl who is almost frightened.

"My name is Yuma. Regards!"

When I offered him my hand to shake it, he struck me off.

"I don't want to shake your hand! But I'll just tell you the name. My name is Lillina! Remember that!

The girl has been named Lilina to me when I was flabbergasted by the sudden strike.

Then, a few days later, I was still out exploring the river today.

There are few things a four-year-old can do.

At best, it's about grassy enough to help, and rarely grows grass in well-maintained fields.

So I only have enough to do in the morning to grass and be chased by Uribou when they kick me out trying to read church books and even pick mushrooms in the mountains.

So when I was free, I came to the river and shouted, "Waterball," a magic unlike before, throwing pebbles into the river as much as I wanted and putting blisters up was playing alone.

That day......

"Hey? What's so fun about doing that?

I always thought I was alone. I got a voice from behind me.

Look back in the position with the pebble shaken.

There was a beautiful girl wearing clothes made of beautiful, fine fabrics totally different from clothes made of coarse fabrics like mine, arms up and stared at me.

"... uh... who is it?

I forgot who said my childhood memory was good, but in my case my mind was dragged by my child's body and my memory was extremely poor.

Girl turns bright red in my words like that.

"That's why I hate the countrymen! So great who lived there from the beginning!?

The girl screamed and left her arms on the throwing form. After punching me in the stomach defenselessly, she ran away as she did.

And speaking of me, Moro had pigeon-tailed me and I collapsed on the spot.

As I lay on the ground in pain unable to breathe, the animal-like thing approached me.

Turning his gaze, it was a fox.

Foxes don't come close to people.

Such a fox has got one leg up in front of my face about what you thought when you saw me not move.

So I finally understand what he wants to do.

"Hey! Stop it!!

The fox is silent in my protest voice...

"Welcome home, Yuma! What's wrong!?

My mother is surprised to see me soaking wet.

"... trying to get some fish in the river..."

I can't believe the fox hooked me up to pee and I was washing my body in the river!