The next day turned around and it began to be slightly cloudy.
Awakened with a guttering embrace from left to right by the girl and the child, Tor stretches wide and looks up into the sky from the entrance to the tent.
The sky, which was clear until the day before, had been covered with white clouds like lies.
The forecast that it's raining from noon still seems certain.
To just wake the two of them up, Thor first gently reached out to Sora's ear next to his left.
Moving her fingers with a slight touch or no touch, the girl's cheek, which was burying her face on the side of Tor, gradually stains red and her breath begins to blow out of its mouth without being busy.
And you couldn't stand it anymore, and Sora, with her face up, laughed out loud.
"Already! I've been stopping ears. It's too ticklish."
"You've been up for a long time. I have a lot of plans today, so just wake up Moo."
When Tor, who left the tent, turned around wearing leather shoes and a sword band, the child had both cheeks sandwiched in Sola's hand and was almost spinning like bread fabric.
"Look, Moo, it's morning."
"Mmmm. Mmmm!
Until the charcoal fires warm up, the three of us gently prepare ourselves to relax.
After enjoying a hot dried meaty soup and a breakfast of bread and rinsing the bathroom, the Tors began their frog hunt.
"It's easy when it comes to not having to go to the hunting grounds"
"Moo likes going out better, To."
"I guess it would be more fun to walk, too,"
"Me, too. All right, good luck. Let's get out of this hunting ground."
Was it a little easy to get out in the morning? It hit five herds in about three hours, and it was the result there.
Twenty and Kili cut up in a good place, tented wet and troubled goods, then packed up and set off downstream.
As you walk, the clouds get in even thicker, and a little bit of humidity mixes out into the air.
Thor and the others arrived at the wide river plain before noon, feeling signs of rain right next to them.
The Rollovs, who have noticed the visitors, wave loudly and call in.
Looks like he was in the middle of lunch surrounded by a bunch of rice.
Moo just ran out on the smell of drifting baked fish.
"Hello, Mr. Moo"
"... how have you been, young lad"
"... you want to eat with me? Young child."
"Yeah!"
The Tors, who caught up with them, also decided that it would be a treat.
When Nagaya finished lunch and cleaned up, Pottori Pottori and Shizukuru began beating the stones of Kawahara.
"Did you come down here? Hey, let's hurry."
"Do you gush already?
"No, not until you're a little more down the road. Prep him before that."
When the men pulled out the large tent, they erected a strut around the vibration to create an impromptu roof that covered them perfectly.
Then line up the empty barrels that were replacements for the table's feet and receive the water dripping off the edge of the tent.
"Water is precious. Leave the fire on, don't catch a cold."
"That won't help."
Rainfoot gained more and more momentum during the conversation as well.
Eventually it will be quite rainy and the river plains will be flooded.
A child who was listening with his eyes rounded to the rain noise that hit the tent, but grinned with a grin holding Tor's hand tightly at the state of the river's surface, where countless ripples floated.
"... it's about time"
"Oh, there!
Ahead, which the three men pointed to, was a red and black exuberant puddle.
I'm awesome looking for something while creepily rocking the surface.
"That way too!
"There they are, too. That's a lot today."
"All right, let's go. Let's start with Sola."
"Yes."
The Rollovs watched breathlessly over the rumoured way of fighting mud fishing.
Sola, handed an iron sword by Thor, walks cautiously through the river plains, which have become slippery due to the rain.
And approaching the river slime, which looks just like a puddle...
He didn't even show any particular unusual ingenuity, and began to swirl around with his sarcastic sword pierced.
"Become?"
After a while, the nucleus was crushed, or the figure of the thriving slime slowly began to collapse.
Tor bent there quickly soaked up the mucus with the rolled shellfish he had in his hand.
"Huh?"
Rain grains rise as white smoke hits the sword body that melts out with distortion with soluble body fluids.
It would no longer be useful. The men leaked confused voices.
"What's going on? You're talking about a slime exorcism expert, right?
"If it's such a knockout, you're with us."
"I don't know. It doesn't even look like you have a lot of weapons."
The girl rushes to a new puddle, sidelined by the Rollovs who question her mouth.
And also, I plugged my sword in without hesitating bareback.
"Is that it?"
The men voiced surprise when they realized that the sword, which should have already finished its role, had at some point returned to its normal state.
Sora, who somehow defeated the second, gives the sword to Thor only for a moment before heading to the third.
The iron sword, which had been terrible until earlier, had somehow returned to a decent state.
Having felt like they were being shown even in bizarre illusions, the Rollovs try to somehow seed the girl's behavior as she stares into it.
But they could not see, and they cleaned up the five river slimes.
The men who waited in the tent stuffed the stormwater from their clothes.
"Oh, how did you do that?
"Hey, let me see that sword!
"Surely the sword should have melted..."
"No, what is this? You haven't changed at all!
Turning his gaze to the likeness of encountering an unidentified strange thing, Thor taught him the answer without putting it on.
"Oh, that's my skill. I can fix swords and armor."
I can do a lot of other things, but Thor dared keep his mouth shut.
Men who often lost their words, but began to raise their voices to see if they understood what skills meant.
"Really? That's amazing!
"That's so handy. I see. Is that why you're an expert on slime removal?"
"I was thinking I should be able to imitate it well, but this is kinda impossible"
Thor loosened his cheeks slightly in front of his exuberant brothers, but turned his gaze back to the river plain.
And as I scratch under my chin, I go on with the words.
"So, actually. This skill of mine, up to ten times an hour."
A new red puddle was already about to thrive everywhere in the river plains.