Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

From scouting the bandit's windmill hut, we returned to the village of Uld.

"Now briefly describe the situation"

I gather all the old men of the village in the square, and I start talking. Minors do not have the right to participate in emergency meetings after dinner.

I don't want to hide the information I've been sneaking into the windmill cabin for hours.

"The bandits were planning to attack this village of Uld five days later"

"Oh my..."

"No way. Not in five days..."

The villagers bother with the exact information.

Everyone here knew the information that the suspicious were wandering around the village.

But I never thought they'd take action so soon.

"The number of bandits is quite high. This village with weak defenses will be disadvantaged."

"Oh no..."

"But really in this village..."

The size of the bandits who were in the windmill hut is bigger than I thought. There wasn't that much hand-working to look at, but there were a lot of people anyway.

Wold without a defensive fence is not fit for protection, and if we turn this place into a battlefield, the disadvantage is obvious.

"They also went through with slave traders. Attack the peripheral village, catch the children and sell them off. Everyone else is a killer bandit."

"Kill them all..."

"Damn, he's a child slave trader..."

The sad voices of the villagers echo in the square.

There were other village children who were caught when I infiltrated the windmill. Risha, the village chief's granddaughter, had guessed that she was a neighbor's meadow folk from her outfit.

He told me that he would hand those children over to the slave traders in four days' time and come straight to attack the village of Uld.

Bandits who kill all non-child villagers, take all their livestock, hardware and other property, and burn everything down.

They laughed and told me it was always a delicious job.

That's it.

That's where my explanation ends.

After that, we will discuss and decide what to do with all the villagers.

"Give up all your possessions and surrender..."

"You weren't listening to me? Killing them all..."

"Abandon the village and evacuate the neighborhood..."

"No, they're after me where I'm back again..."

The villagers start arguing as loudly as they have a hive.

We will come up with that idea of how we can survive the village and ourselves.

"But in this village without the adults..."

"He said that his life has also recovered..."

But the discussion is parallel. Ultimately we are moving on to a pessimistic conclusion.

Somehow there are no adults in the village today who are supposed to be the most dependable. It is a mountainous village on the edge of the terrain, where there is nowhere to escape.

It is precisely an octagonal “packing” state.

Everyone becomes silent about pessimistic situations.

"Can I ask you a question? Mayor of the village"

"Of course, Lord Yamato!

In such an atmosphere, I raise my hand and ask to speak.

The villagers pay attention to me at the same time. Expect that maybe you will come up with an idea that will break this situation.

"Why isn't anyone trying to fight (oh)? Why don't you defeat the other bandits and try to survive?

"Become..."

"Knock it down..."

"That's what kills people..."

The square squares again to my exact question. Critical voices rise one after the other, as if I had touched the taboo.

(Will it still be this reaction...)

This was a reaction assuming.

Anyway, when it comes to the best “power” in this village, it's a team of kids' crossbows.

They have been using crossbows (crossbows) in hunting since last fall and have been fairly sophisticated.

There is also the hard work of the old blacksmith Gaton, and the crossbow (crossbow) has already gone to everyone.

Crossbows (crossbows) have the disadvantage of not being able to fire in series, but their tremendous destructive power and ease of hitting and training are queer differences.

In combination with the avant-garde shield, the only drawback, the melee, is also eliminated.

Perhaps even interpersonal combat can be a powerful force.

Besides, the hunter girl Lisha's mechanical long bow (marionette bow) and I have been enriched by the existing power of the village of Uld.

The old men with diminished health and strength cannot, to be honest, be counted on as a force of war.

In other words, my words sounded like a suggestion: 'To kill all the bandits at the hands of my lovely grandchildren, we shall survive'.

Everyone's own blood connected family is a cute thing. I don't even know what it feels like.

"I don't impose. I'm leaving the village for the windmill cabin before dawn tomorrow."

I leave the village meeting. To get ready for tomorrow morning.

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(In the morning...)

I wake up before the sun rises in my usual habits.

Wash and sap your face with the water from the stream where it is drawn.

I'll keep the leftovers from last night in my mouth for breakfast.

Walk through forests and mountainous areas for the next few hours. Eat mainly digestible carbohydrates.

(Equipment This much better...)

After breakfast, I'll finally check my gear.

Water on the road, preserved food, and necessary equipment. Pack the items you take to a minimum.

(Well... is that it next...)

I wear my usual hunting tools to my body.

Crossbows (crossbows) and tons of dedicated arrows. A few knives shall also be equipped with security guts for self-defence.

(I need this hunting tool... for security... no. This is a weapon to take people's lives)

Correct your own mind for trying to make excuses.

This world is not sweet. Sometimes, sometimes, you have to kill someone in order to protect their life.

"Wait! Let's discuss it 'such words of persuasion don't make sense to them.

I knew in the "tragic sight” in the windmill the other day that they were brutally outrageous bandits.

"All right... let's go"

Out of the bungalow outside the village where I live. I won't leave my suicide note indoors.

Because I will definitely come back. Even if the opponent is an armed brutal and outrageous homicide group.

Even if my physical abilities improve, my minutes are a bad battle.

I'm not used to killing each other. Even if you overwhelm your opponent with your individual combat abilities, you may have a moment of lost heart.

Lost is sometimes fatal.

"But we have to go..."

I made up my mind, it was then.

I see a shadow blocking my path.

"Mr. Riesha... the village chief... Jii of Gaton... and everyone..."

It was the people of Uld who waited for me outside the village.

Village children to the village chief's granddaughter Risha. The village chief and the other old men. And Gaton, an old blacksmith of the Mountain Hole tribe, and his grandchildren.

"You guys, that's good..."

I lose my word.

The inhabitants of this village were gathered outside the village armed with thoughts.

When the hell were they ready for battle and assembled? I didn't realize at all about it. I'm impudent.

No, maybe... I was too excited myself to see around. Like the old men at last night's meeting.

"Lord Yamato...... he looked impudent last night. A man of wash and pride, Wold. Together!

The old men, including the village chief, are armed. Among the old men in the village, those who could move comparatively were armed.

Old and without strength and strength already, but in both eyes resides a fighting spirit.

"Brother Yamato, it's cheating to leave us!

"Even ours, it's another one!

The village boys hold a crossbow (crossbow) and stare at me with a confident face.

If you are caught and sold off by a slave trader, and enough to lead a miserable life, you can scratch your feet and show them.

"I will protect Master Yamato's back."

Reesha, the girl with the mechanical long bow (Marionette Bowe) in her hand, smiles with a confident face.

It's like a goddess bow in a myth, divinely reliable.

"You guys..."

My heart shakes at the sight I never could have imagined.

At the same time, I couldn't believe everyone in the village. I'm impudent. Is it because I'm still undertrained?

"It's gonna be a tough, bloody fight."

"Be prepared, Lord Yamato."

"'That's strong enough to live'... Brother Yamato"

"I will follow Master Yamato everywhere..."

Everyone nods at my inquiry. While shining a strong eye that decided to be ready for it.

"All right... well, let's go"

Thus led the moveable of the village, I ”went out" to the windmill cabin where the bandits were rooted.