What’s Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

... here, where?

It's dark. But it doesn't seem like that because it's night or anything. Not outside. Indoors are different.

Hard and cold rock skin is hitting my face and my body is swollen and it hurts quite a lot.

Like a cave or something?

Yeah.

... It feels like you're in a cave.

I'm lying on my side, on my left side down, asleep. It must be the rope that's bitten in the mouth. It looks like it's wrapped around the back of my head from my mouth. The rope is eating on the edge of my lips, and this hurts again.

The rope is also wrapped around the arms and chest. They're pretty tightly tied up. The left arm, which is only half, and the right arm, are paralyzed and senseless. Legs, by both knees and both ankles, are tied down disappointingly with rope.

There are no temporary prostheses...

Dark, but not dark. There are lights. I twisted my neck and looked around. It's an incendiary fire. It's no big deal. It doesn't go as far as ten meters, but there's an incendiary fire seven or eight meters away. The fire is burning weakly, but no one.

Move your right hand. I'm paralyzed, but I can't manage to move it. The position tied with the rope is at the chest, slightly above the elbow. The right arm can be bent or glazed from the elbow down. Right hand too. Well, I can use it.

My head hurts.

You just got beat up. There's going to be about blood.

Well, whatever it is, he's alive.

Excellent.

... So, where am I?

I have no idea. Did he hit you? Where? To whom?

I feel like I've been hit... So, I lost consciousness. Probably. Where?

Remember. In order. What, what do you remember? Sea. Right. The sea, I thought. When was that? I don't know. The ocean. You're on the boat. That's what I thought. Someone's face. Bearded, dirty...... oh well. Pirate. Pirate. The guy laughed and said something... his consciousness broke off again. Pirates.

Port.

The port of Valle.

Yes. The harbor was attacked by pirates. Fire. It was burning. The ship. I remember. Clearly. So, I... what did you do?

The place is vague.

I was with Don. That's for sure. The ship was on fire. But the Tessa. I tried to help extinguish the fire. That's all I can remember. I'm not sure beyond that. Boat.

That's right. Boat. There were some pirate ships, but that wasn't all. boat. The pirates were also on the boat. Lots of boats.

... Damn.

I can't remember.

Speaking of which, they do. This kind of thing. If you get stunned injuries and get a blow to your head in particular, your memories before and after that fly off with Pern, like. Hey, is that it? Maybe. Thanks, that sounds like it.

If so, I'll have to think about it.

Why am I here? Where the hell am I? What the fuck?

I... got caught by a pirate? It would be reasonable to think so. So, they brought me here. There are no signs of people nearby. Did they dump you? No, I don't think so. If you're going to throw it away, you can throw it in the ocean. I'm alive. If I was going to kill you, I could have killed you easily. The pirates did not. You brought me all the way here. Guess it's because you decided I was worth using. What's that?

To get information from me? What information? The pirates won't know who I am. This line doesn't look right.

Pirates definitely don't know me first. I don't suppose you've ever felt any value in the intrinsic existence of me, the great hero.

For example, if I were a good looking woman, even if you didn't know me, pirates might feel worthy. It's not surprising to find it "worthwhile to use".

No, well, I think the pirate I saw was a man, but it doesn't necessarily mean a man likes a woman, and maybe a woman pirate, so can you say I don't have the "value for use" in that sense?

And then, at the point where you're human before you're a great hero, how much is it worth... maybe.

Even if it's expensive or cheap, it could be "pricey".

... well done, huh?

All I can think about is this situation, huh?

No, don't decide. There are other things you can do. It's not like you can't do one thing.

I decided to crawl like a potato worm. The goal is to burn for now. What are you doing that for? That's good. Move. Whatever you want, move on. I don't despair. Even if you can't find something that looks like hope. I don't know how desperate I am.

To do that, it won't stop. Move while you can. Whatever. Do what you can. Back up if you can. Keep pushing.

I crawl over rocky skin. I won't lie to you. Your body stays sideways. If you proceed in this way, rub your face without rubbing it against the rock.

Going a meter is a lot of bone.

That's fine. I don't want to suffer because I'm not a mazo, but the harder it is, the more energy I can get.

It's about not breaking my heart.

It went about two meters.

I heard something like footsteps. They're getting closer. Because it's over the burning fire.

I stopped. What are we gonna do?

In the meantime, I decided to pretend I was still unconscious. Drain strength from your body, close your eyes, and clear your ears.

What's your footsteps... you two? It's just that I'm not alone.

They're getting closer. I opened my eyes. Looks like it's already coming by the fire. So they stopped. The incineration has weakened considerably. I can only see about my legs.

"That's him."

That's a nice voice with a nice, sinister feel to it. I was associating myself with someone.

Oh.

That's him.

It's Ginger.

"Heh, heh..."

And another voice answered.

Tongue punching.

This is probably the first one.

They both come even closer. It keeps coming. I closed my eyes.

Eventually he was smashed in the forehead with a stiff object. Shoe toe or something.

"Are you crazy?"

"... hey. Shh, at least, until just now... still, still, probably..."

"The captain must have told you there was no looting. Anything. Naturally, human beings are swept up."

"... no, you know, so, like I said, my buddy got kicked in the ocean, and I'm just gonna kill him. Then I'm sorry..."

"So you sneak up on me like this?"

"... oh, hey, that's..."

"I tried to make a dime for what it was and why. I suppose so."

"... no, so, but this kid, he's not worth a lot... or even one arm..."

"Still, it adds up to the price of alcohol"

"The devil gave it to me! Oh, please, Mr. Yavin! I will dispose of this kid now..."

Disposal. Kill.

Me, too, could be perfect.

The good voices like Yavin seem to have noticed that. He poked me in the forehead with his shoes again.

"Hey, hey. Don't wake up."

I opened my eyes and brought my head. There's still a distance to the incineration, and I don't see it clearly. But... you're not human.

Probably, fishmonger.

Land Sahagin or Sea Sahagin is a little hard for me to judge, but it's Sahagin.

"Ho."

Yavin put his hand down on the Hip Bay knife.

Fishman's fingers swoop in the pattern.

I was watching Yavin's face as I put the motion in my sight.

Yavin pulled out the bay knife, but I don't move my gaze.

Another pirate,

"Hih..."

and breathed.

I can't talk because I'm bitten with rope, but I just laughed a little. Why are you freaking out, pirate, not me?

He's got a lot of nerve.

Yavin bent over and stuck a bay knife cut to my cheek.

The skin breaks.

I won't take my eyes off Yavin.

Nigel, you broke the captain's orders.

Yavin slowly put a bay knife over my cheek.

"We're all agreed captains. Absolutely obey the Captain's orders. That's our code."

"... no, so if Mr. Yavin would just shut up..."

"You want me to fail to report to the captain?

"Oh, that's so gross."

"I have no faith."

Yavin drew a bay knife.

I thought... I'd already slaughtered it on Pirate Nigel.

Nigel held down his slashed throat. Blood is burning.

"Oh, uh..."

Not a voice, a voice. Looks like they cut the trachea.

I can't breathe. Nigel dies.

Nigel himself seems to have figured that out. Sit down. I'm staring at Yavin. If I could speak, I would have bumped into even one of the curses, but I can't do it to him.

"Nigel"

Yavin plainly glued the blood on the bay knife onto Nigel's shoulder.

"Faith. Faith. The pirates are with you there. A bunch of bums. Then we shouldn't do it at sea. Especially now, when it matters. I don't need dandruff. It's a shame to turn it into sea algae chips. Don't worry. Tomas, Felipe and Hellman, who were on the boat, will soon follow. You won't be lonely."

"... eh... eh... eh...!

Nigel tried to wield his last force and grab it by Yavin.

Yavin stepped back and kicked Nigel in the head. Nigel flips. It doesn't wake up.

"Well."

Yavin turned to me, pulling out the bay knife.

"You kept me waiting. It's your turn next."