The God has moved to another world.

There's a mess in front of me, it's hard to see.

I stretched out my body because I found myself in something that was just like me and different.

Boroy's, glowing, white.

Turns out the three of them are looking at themselves.

Of the three, it was a blur that created me.

I didn't get it, or think so, but I knew it from the beginning.

Blurry looks at herself and looks kind of troubled.

I realized that I was blurry with myself and that I looked different.

I have no color and the blur is yellow.

Glowing and white, white.

I decided to turn yellow because I was created by Boroy's.

When the creatures of the red sheath rose themselves, they immediately began to compare themselves with those around them.

Apparently, I was uncomfortable with the difference in appearance between my body made of water and the red sheaths.

Looking at the red sheath for a while, changes begin to occur to its body.

The surface began to stain red like ink dripping and quickly changed like human skin.

Skin in shades like yellow race are not of the same dimensions as human objects.

"What do you call a boulder? That doesn't sound like a problem."

Standing back, Ambalens took a serious peek at Sole.

What can you do and how intelligent are you?

It just looks like a peek, but of course it can't be.

In his eyes, once God, he is shown what Sole is like.

"I don't have a lot of knowledge yet, but you seem like a smart kid. And I have enough power."

Sole stares back at the seriously peeking imbalance without changing his expression.

I still don't know if my expression will change.

Sole snapped her neck and suddenly she twisted herself and walked out toward the red sheath.

"Hmm?

Regardless of the red sheath tilting his neck strangely, he circles around behind it.

What do you do and a red sheath that tilts your neck.

Sole began to pull and smell as he grabbed the red sheath of clothing.

"Oh. That's your clothes."

Eltovael slaps his hand and says.

Yes, he was naked.

It looks like something like a 7-8 year old, or maybe it's okay to say that the place can be completely naked just for the river.

By the way, he was a fine boy.

Although in a visual sense.

"Oh, do I have to get clothes or something?

The red sheath flaunts his face and turns around.

That, it was a moment.

The sight around Sole's body distorted, and a kimono appeared similar to that worn by the red sheath.

The figure, wearing a plain colored jade, was also like an old Japanese child.

There was one decisive difference, although it was the same hue of the red sheath.

The red sheath looks pretty crushed, while the sole stuff looks brand new.

"To?"

The red sheath eyes dotted when I saw a faceless sole that looked somewhat satisfied.

"Oh, was she wearing clothes, this girl?"

"I think I created it now, didn't I? Use your magic."

Magic is the divine power that fills this world.

If you are free to manipulate, it will be easy to make one or two kimonos.

"But it's not silk or cotton or anything. Looks like you processed the water to be like that. They're just made of water, and they seem to be good at handling water."

The red sheath caught his expression in the words of Ambalance, which looked interesting.

"Something. Aren't you terribly quick to learn?

"That kid is pretty smart. I think you'll soon learn the words."

I guess that's what unbalance means.

When the red sheath made a troubled smile, she reached for Sole's head.

Sole is squeamished and stroked with his hands on his head, but he didn't particularly resist.

You seem to have a good understanding of who you were created by.

"In the meantime, would you like to think of a name?"

"Do you mind?"

Repeating those red sheath words with a bitter smile was created by the red sheath.

Silent two-pillar first place.

"You talked"

Eltovael twinkling with blush.

"Lumpy, yeah..."

Equally crushing unbalance.

"That. That's crazy. I'm not supposed to give you advance knowledge or anything."

A red sheath that pulls and laughs.

Apparently, the objects created by the Red Sheath were well beyond the expectations of the Creator.

Just around that time, Agney and the others, who had finished their meals, were discussing what was to come.

Kids and women are cleaning up after meals, so only grown men participate.

I guess this would be a very nasty painting if it were human, but their Agney appearance is about elementary school in human terms.

Therefore, the picture surface was as if it were a grade club.

Sitting in a circle, on what seemed to be the most uppermost "land of abandonment" side, the elders sat.

"Yes, so to speak. I'd like to start a meeting on what to do if they run away after me for the first time."

"" "No" "

Tits and applause happen.

I'm not kidding you at all.

This is the right way to start the meeting, following the Agney tribe from generation to generation.

The one I thought about in the beginning might have been kidding.

"For one thing, is it okay to make a decision to stay here for a while?

"No objection"

"I hope so."

"Agreed"

Bottoms and consent are raised, and the elders nod yeah.

"Let's talk about what we need first. Of clothing and living, clothing is clear because everyone is wearing clothes for once. Next is food, first is the hunter's guin"

The named Ginn raised his hand to answer yes.

Everyone's attention shifts to Ginn.

"There are many onions and rabbits around here. You won't have any trouble eating. I guess it's the wolves we have to be on guard against."

"Wolf, are you scared?"

"If they tease us, we die instantly. Unless you use magic."

"" Boob!

Booing happened from the other Agnies.

"Well, as long as we don't even keep the fire going, we'll be fine. What about the plant-based ones?

It was the span of middle-aged Agney who raised his hand to the question of the elders.

"There's a lot of weed to eat, and there's more harvest than I usually had in the village. There's a lot of growth, so don't take it too far, but you can go for two weeks."

"That's a good weed."

"Feel squeaky and crispy"

"How about some water?

Span also answers this question.

"The water field gathers other animals and should be avoided, because this is just a short distance from the river. Looks like you don't have to worry about water."

"Right. Well, you don't have to worry about the meal for now."

To this word, all Agney sighed of relief.

The elder, who was the person who said it, also threw up.

It was a very important issue for Agney, who loved to eat.

Next thing you know, you live here.

"Yes."

It was the young man Agney's mark who raised his hand to this.

"In the meantime, I'm going to build something that unites the roof and the wall to avoid rain. I plan to use falling branches and grass and falling leaves as ingredients."

"If you cut out the tree, you might be able to do something."

"No, I don't cut trees. It's better to use branches and stuff, and fortunately there are many big branches around here."

As Mark said, looking around, some branches of the same size as Agney's height had fallen.

I guess I fell swayed by the wind or scratched by an animal.

"I see. Camouflage."

"That's a boulder mark."

Agneys nodding as impressed.

Apparently, Mark, at a glance, exists.

"If you dig a little ground and stiffen it up, it's pretty easy to sleep. I think if we can get some help, we'll be able to secure a bed for everyone soon."

"How much do you need?

"I want about six men..."

That's good, but Mark looked around.

Half of them are a group of women and children, and another half are injured or old people.

Around ten men would be the best.

"If you can get all the kids and maybe two adults to help, we'll figure it out by evening."

"Well, let me ask you to do that."

"Okay. Then you two follow me."

Say it quickly, or that's how Mark gets up.

Two men nearby followed Mark, "I'll take care of it" and "I'll go."

"Well, after that, I wonder if it's food."

"I'll take some people and collect water, plants, firewood, etc."

I said span.

"Right. Span is the most reliable way to do that, except for Gin."

"Please, Representative Oyaji!

The words made me laugh more and more.

"Who's the jerk! You, I'm only 26, right?!

"Twenty-six is already a dick."

"You'll see when you're 30, too!

Agneys have just half the life span of humans.

The rate of aging is just doubled.

I mean, span turns 52 when he says it in humans.

It doesn't matter, by the way, the elder is 51.

I'm 102 years old in human terms, but I can still be active on the front lines, such as fields and hunting.

"Well, me and the elders, Sole and some of us are going hunting."

Gin's words prove it.

Actually, Agney makes up for her strength with magic, so being somewhat older isn't physically the same as when she was younger.

Older people accustomed to the control of magic can be as powerful as they are.

But still, the body is an aging thing after years of use.

Bad knee or weakened fractured area.

Living in nature, they get hurt more for that matter.

Agney, who, like an elder, has no scars that would interfere with his behavior until this age, is very rare.

Now the Agnies, about the same age as the guins around them, had scars somewhere in their bodies.

Some have lost one eye, and some have beastly marks on their shoulders.

But the Agneys injuries here actually fall into the not-so-big classification.

Anything that is heavily injured and obstructed my movement is mostly because I've been caught.

Then I'll go hunting too.

"I guess I'll hang out with Spann."

"Let the children and the women eat meat."

"Well, dissolve it. Each must come back here before the sun sets. Forget it."

"" "Oh!

Returning a breathtaking voice, Agney and the others stood up and began to gather and discuss with each of them.

He was an elder who watched with satisfaction, but walked out to Ginn, as I recall.

A thing created by the red sheath sits on the knee of a horseshit red sheath.

Amvalence was still sitting in a hush, too, and Eltovael was sitting in the front seat.

As always, on the dirt of the wasteland, but they all seem to be getting used to it step by step and not uncomfortable.

It's an unusual sight of God and angels sitting on the ground from around.

"So, his name, is it decided?

By him, Ambalens said, I mean the thing that sits on the red sheath knee.

He sits on the knee of the red sheath, completely faceless and naturally, looking around for a moment.

"Yes, I had decided my name before I created it."

"Heh. What is it?

Red sheath says with a grinning face to the unbalance he asks intriguingly.

"Yeah, I saw it."

For a moment, the red sheath could not feel the air freezing around it at all.

"Did you see that?"

"Yeah. Isn't that a good name? I saw it."

Hey, is that what you're saying in the gag?

It was the moment when Ambalance and Eltovael's thoughts linked.

With a smile on his face, Ambalens turned his attention to Eltovael.

Say something.

My eyes are about to complain like that.

Eltovael was a disciplined angel, for better or worse.

She opens her heavy mouth to the silent pressure of the Supreme God to be the Sun God.

"Uh, what do you think? It's a corner, and I don't want you to name it Kanji."

"Oh, that might be good! Here, Mr. Red Sheath's men! I knew it was kanji to make you feel like it!

Kanji shouldn't be terrible.

It was the result of that thought.

"Oh well. So is Sole."

All right, you got on!

One pillar and one place laughed inside.

Things that haven't even been named yet look around strangely for a while.

"Mmm. So what about Mizuhiko or something?"

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

Than just now.

That was Eltovael, who would never say.

"Mizuhiko. Mizuhiko. Yeah. That's cool. It contains water."

He said that if you put something you're protecting or treating in your name, it will make you somewhat more powerful.

The same is true of what God has created, and just as the name represents the body, the more the name is sole, the more sole, the more powerful it is.

By the way, the unbalance becomes the meaning of "perfect circles drawn with flames" or something like that in the words of this world.

I'm sure many of you know what my real name is.

Names have special powers, and when they know their true names, they are used or something like that.

The things created by the red sheath had their true names from the moment they were made.

What God creates is something that will have a true name around the time of its birth.

That's a word that makes sense, so there's nothing particularly bothering about naming sense or anything.

There is no taste, no sense in words that describe existence.

But when it comes to the names that we would normally be called, we talk differently.

I can't even call my real name from time to time, so I'm going to give it a nickname.

The red sheath, the unbalance, the eltovael, that's the nickname.

Nevertheless, it is assumed that it is better to put something named after you because you are under one stress.

Of course, it's not just that you should name it after the dark clouds.

I don't care if it's sole, but it won't be something that can be attached.

The story that back then there was a goddess who almost named the angel of love "Jen-suke" is too famous among gods.

"My, you, Mizuhiko."

Apparently, he liked it, too.

On the knee of the red sheath, Mizuhiko moved her legs once more.

"Well, it's a decision, then"

When the red sheath laughed happily, she gave Mizuhiko's head.

In such a way, each column and position relieves the chest.

Mizuhiko, who later heard from Eltovael about this time, thanked her for something else.