Like that, the first day with Asileye passed and the morning arrived.
We finished my parents’ grave, and then visited the village Asileye mentioned to sell the bandits’ gears. Perhaps because of how the local vigilantes were starting to stand guard, of how it slowly was forming the foundations of becoming a small city like she had said, there wasn’t particularly a problem going in even when Asileye was tightly wearing a hood down on her head to hide her ears. (more…)
The day passed by hectically.
Cleaning up the bandits’ gears and tying up the horses, and having swept those dunces’ corpses far away from my parents’ grave, we returned to my house in the mountain.
I had been staying in the earthen cave since I didn’t know when and how a raid might come, but according to Asileye there no longer was a danger around us.
The inside of the house was clean. (more…)
“Fuck fuck what do we do? What do we do?”
Three of them remained. The ones behind me seemed already dead, and although the one that just now had his neck cut was flamboyantly spasming, seeing as the alive ones didn’t seem to have any thought about helping him, he’d probably die soon.
I pretended to rub my eyes with my bloodied hands and took a look at them.
8 years.
The time spent forming new attachments and adjusting to my new life after being reborn in a different world.
It was a seriously long time, but as a child it was really far too short a time. Since, even after having reincarnated, it took 4 years for my head to mature a bit and could properly move around.
“This is really fucking hard.”
Reincarnation. What a sweet-sounding word.
How could one not want a reincarnation when life was simply hard even despite one’s efforts? But I didn’t want it.
Just how good a draw could I get when my current life was already “this”? I could raise both my hands and welcome it with a cheer if it came with all sorts of fancy settings from novels, but unless it was that, I was too busy simply living my current life.
But I un-fucking-luckily croaked and reincarnated. And it was in a fantasy world. You really don’t know where life leads you.
But what could I do? I’d no idea if it was a god’s joke or a blessing of my parents who always wished best for their no-good son, but I would have to just diligently live again regardless of what my newly gained life was.
But.
Leaving aside all the other things, fuck.
My village getting completely erased from the Demon King Army’s attack in merely eight years after my birth was bloody-fucking-seriously crossing the line.
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