2 Worst Supper ① Hometown Forest

So, it is now.

I shake off Lina and the firefighters, and I'm supposed to have jumped on the red lotus flame, and somehow I'm in love alone in a strange forest.

After a sea of blazing fire, I nevertheless reached the cooking place and took the santoku knife in its hand.

At that moment, the building collapsed with a tremendous sound - I should have been peppered with every sandwich knife, seared by flames and black smoke.

And yet, I don't see any burns on my body, not one of the burn marks.

And in my hand, a santoku knife that should have burned out with me.

"After all, I wonder if this... means a post-mortem world"

Sometimes I tried to follow my cheek and, naturally, it hurt.

That would be so. Whatever this place is in the afterlife, it is at least clear that it is nothing like a dream or an illusion.

Grassy as a grump.

Humidity swept, smooth wind.

Sweat feeling on the cheeks.

The smooth touch of Park's white sheath.

This can't be a dream or an illusion.

"Then I guess I'm dead. Ah!

I fell asleep in the big letters again, twitching at no one.

It's the only thing that's dead. It doesn't make sense to jump into such a sea of fire to help.

But - sometimes I can't see it.

I did such a stupid imitation because I didn't want to see my father desperate.

Yet I couldn't protect the santoku knife. I'll give it to you, if you die to me, you can't.

Ten years ago, I lost my wife to illness.

Lose the store.

Lose your son.

I'll give it to you, if I lose even the "Sakaya" santoku knife - what will my father do next but live?

I closed my eyes firmly and bit my back teeth as I grabbed the santoku knife wrapped in a wooden sheath with both hands.

But if I didn't, I would have cried a lot.

(Lina's one would be crying too...)

A childish, childish face floats in the back of his brain.

Something came to me every week to help me earn money on Saturday night just because I felt like it.

He didn't even complain about my food tasting.

Even school studies made me take care of things.

Neither Lina nor my father would ever see each other again - and the 'sawdust shop' burned.

(... What was my life?

When I thought of it that way.

And the bushes roared.

Following that, there is no mishearing, the groaning voice of the beast, called Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......

I lay down on the spot, and it's time for me to look you in the eye.

Beyond the bush, in the dim darkness.

There were two red eyes, burning.

(What the... ghost or demon appearance?

Was this hell, not heaven, even though it is a scenario like a paradise in the South?

As much as I had to think so, his eyes were burning with hostility.

(Give me a break. You don't remember all that bad behavior in this world, do you?

Try not to irritate him, I'll wake up slowly.

It doesn't seem like the one that tall. The position of the eye light is lower than that of a human child.

However, the pressure transmitted from beyond the dim darkness was unusual, and the smell of wild animals drifted strongly on the wind.

I stand on one knee and get in shape so I can run any time I want.

Then - that guy showed up with the sleigh of.

(Wow...)

A boar.

Or something, much like a boar.

He was a four-legged, boar-like beast with a 90-kilogram giant.

The fur, which seems as solid as wire, is almost as black and brown as it is black, from the top of his head to his back, producing a tendency like Mohican.

The limbs are short and thick if only the legs do it.

On a crushed nose, two sharp fangs.

Small eyes on the side of my face.

Slumpy, round giant.

The more you look, the more you look like a boar.

But after all, it can't be a boar.

Because.

For on his forehead were two white horns growing briskly, dressed as if paired with fangs grown from his mandible.

"... Wow!

He kicked me in the ground with his hind legs, and I ran out like a raven.

If you're a boar I know, they also exist individuals who run at over 40 km/h, but what about this guy?

If you're a boar I know, you shouldn't be in the habit of eating live bait though omnivores, but what about this guy?

I desperately fled while thinking about that in a corner of my head.

Even though he ran around a lot while he was alive, will he run around until after he died?

Maybe you have nothing to be afraid of if you're already dead, but getting poked with those sharp nails and fangs would hurt more than twisting your own cheeks.

So I ran away desperately.

It is only with the looseness of looking back that you can fly through the bushes, sprinkle the branches, slip between the great trees, and run anyway.

I ran and ran, and I ran all over it - and that was the last time, I fell.

"Whoa!

They took their feet from the grass or something hidden in the grass and dived from their heads to the ground.

I managed to get a passive with one left arm when I left the santoku knife in my grip.

If possible, I won't fall, I'll hold hands, I'll get up right away, I'll stay in this momentum, I can't run!

Calculating that instantaneously, I put my left hand on the ground.

Then.

The ground, the blur and the bottom fall out.

I'm going to crash to the bottom of Naruto.

The world spins around.

I hit my head all over my back and eventually I arrived at the bottom of Naruto.

"No... what the hell is this!

I don't know what it is or what it is. Whatever you think, it's an artificial pitfall.

And it's such a force.

I looked up at the bottom of the hole and it looked like it was about three meters to the surface.

Wider enough to stretch both arms.

"This is too much of a joke, not at all..."

Fortunately, its interior was formed of soft black soil, so I don't see any anomalies in the head or back I hit everywhere. There is no abnormality in the santoku knife either. However, the cook's proud white outfit is soiled.

"I don't know if it's the afterlife, but then I don't have this one..." he said, about to get up, and a blunt pain bounces off his right ankle.

He didn't have any head or back injuries, but he twisted his ankle somewhere.

Put your hands on the dirt wall, it's time to stand up.

When I weigh in - it hurts like a bump.

"Oh, come on, you're not kidding."

I look over my head once again as I slip a soiled santoku knife under my jacket's chest.

Round-cut forest shadows.

The leaking day is glittering, but the brightness is somewhat less than just now.

Night's visit, I guess.

"Hey! Anybody? Ah!?

The voice just sounds murky. Neither the Savior nor the boar show up.

With this leg, it's also impossible to crawl up a wall of dirt that just touches and collapses.

I dropped my shoulder disappointingly and then lowered my hips as I was.

"It's dawn here..."

We were thrown out into the depths of the dense forest, unknowingly, and chased around by unidentified animals, eventually to the bottom of the pit. Besides ankle sprain.

Not at all, it sucks.

It sucks, it makes me laugh.

"No, it's not funny!

It's not funny, so I tried to be angry.

"Damn! I don't know if it's God or the devil, but what did I do!? Was my life that wrong!? Well, maybe it wasn't like dying to be able to brag to others, but I don't remember them eating such a shady punitive game! If you have a complaint, you can go to hell with a better economy!

"... you're a lot of a nasty guy"

To the point of getting hit in the back of the head with a metal bat, I was surprised.

What a glimpse of a black figure appeared in a round sky that was certainly deserted until just a moment ago.

"... what are you fussing about in such a place, you?

It has a manly tone, but it is still the voice of a young girl.

He's a little husky, bluffing, but a pleasant voice in his ear.

I can't even see what he looks like because the leaking day is backlit.

Then he replied that there are proper human beings in this world.

"As you can see, I'm stuck in a pit. I don't know who it is, but it's a terrible joke."

After a period of silence, the voice of the girl, who sounded so unfavourable, descends.

"... this is a trap I set"

"Huh?"

"Even though it was a trap to capture Gibba, he doesn't even get hungry for being human. What the hell do you think I've done to set this trap, you?

"Yeah? No, well... sorry about that? Is this in my position to apologize?

…………

"Yeah. But well, I'm sorry I ruined all this power. I apologize. I apologize, can you give me a hand to get out of here?

"... at this height it would be possible to climb on your own"

The shadow seemed to draw me in, so I rushed to overlap the words.

"No! Actually, I twisted my ankle on a fallen clap! I don't think that's such a big injury, but I don't think I can get out on my own. I'm sorry, but I need your help."

"... you know. Die wild on your own."

A black figure frames out.

"Hey! That's too thin! Hey, you said you could help!

No reply.

No way, are you really gonna abandon me?

"Hey! Please! You're gonna starve to death like this! If you have people's hearts, come back!

"... you're a weird guy"

I can't see him, only your daughter's voice sounds.

And a slightly strange object drooped in front of me.

It was all over the dense woods, it was a spreading grass.

Five or so bottles of cranberries were bubbling up and I pulled them to try them and they gave me enough response back at my fingertips.

"... come up here right now"

What, were you going to help me from the start?

She's a perfectly bad daughter. Is this what the world calls a tundelle or something?

Whatever it is, people's pity smudges on them. Under such unclear circumstances, the difficulty is also great. When I climbed up, let me express my sincere gratitude, or something, and I put my foot on the wall.

The twisted ankle was still sore, but not unbearably. I crawl up the wall desperately, reluctantly on worn out black soil as well.

(But... I don't know what's happening anymore)

Hell would be hell, and it would be a strange story to have a Savior to save us from our predicament. Coming to my five senses is the same kind of reality that I had in my life, and I don't get the feeling that I'm dead at all.

(Ma, it's the only way to be, is to be) and squeeze the last force and pull it out onto the surface.

Pitfalls, we're out of here.

"Stay with me... thank you very much. Thank you."

Keep going to the grass and bow your head to your savior's daughter.

Your daughter, who was waiting for me in Jen-royalty, silently stuck what she had in her hand at my nose tip.

It was the tip of a barbaric knife glowing in silver.