The God has moved to another world.

The management of the land is akin to assembling a puzzle whose pieces are constantly changing in shape.

Or similar to trying to align the chicks.

Or similar to trying to line up the blemishes in a row.

The red sheath always thought so.

In short, when it comes to what you're trying to say, it's a task that also seems terribly barren to use your energy and guts.

Once you're done with it, why don't you just let it go for some time later?

Some will think so.

But I have to say that idea is sixty times sweeter than sugar if you look from the red sheath.

Let's say one tree grows, for example.

Plants are said to be like harmony and representatives of nature, but they are only organisms.

I'm just living at my own convenience.

Suck up the energy you need from the pulse around you, suck up the water, root in the soil and sever the network between the soils.

Yes, plants only exist, breaking the circulation of the power created by the Land God.

Troubleshooters if you look at the power of the land from the god of the land.

Nevertheless, it is true that what lives on land depends on plants.

Even for the prosperity of the land, the Land God must create a cycle of power that takes into account the presence of plants.

Largely spread branches of plants, like sewing roots, circulation of forces that are made and go.

But I want you to remember me here.

They grow, and they grow.

The circulatory pathways of forces as complex as the capillaries created by diligence are broken down by successively increasing bumps and by plants that do not hesitate to grow.

The circulation of forces is not carried out only under the ground.

There is that flow in the sky as well.

Even the sole, the plants are inexorably ravaged.

Power itself is troublesome.

Even with a bite of strength, there are many kinds.

Water veins and temperatures.

There are still many things that humans haven't found.

Each of them is of a different nature in itself, diffusing or converging when left alone, or moving at will somewhere else altogether.

Even with some flow in place, if left loose for a while, it moves on its own.

And ultimately, it's a mess.

As you will see when you get here, there is no end to the task of being a land god.

If we seek perfection, we will not be allowed to rest for 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

So, well, even if we try to get an average rating, like normal, we're going to need two to three days and twenty-four hours off a month.

If I were human, I might be freaking out.

Perhaps this is the cause of God and what cannot be said.

That's why it's terribly annoying and difficult to manage land, and it's a very hard job to get the recognition that it's normal to be doing it instead.

I also felt red sheathed to know that the sea plains and the Nakahara gods wanted to skip that they were not very enthusiastic.

Instead, unless you are as thoughtful as you are, a land god is not something you can work with.

Once upon a time, when I was drinking in the clouds on a divine moon, one of my fellow land gods laughed with a slightly nasty smile: "I came to my head, so I burned him down in the woods".

I remember the silent management of the land after that, which seemed somewhat disturbing and slightly pulled off.

Still, the Japanese land gods basically never throw out their land.

Because I like what lives on the land, and I like the land.

That appearance of silent, prolonged, plain, unsightly and unappreciated work going on in the pipeline would be just as Japanese.

In a good way, work enthusiasm.

Worse yet, worker holic.

Even in the region where the red sheath was, there were many pillars of God who was passionate about the work of the Land God, and who was in the state of the Land God Jesus High, not returning to the land without returning to the godless moon, which was his annual holiday.

The red sheath can be one of those pillars.

When this is over, if this is all we do, just a little more.

That's how I kept working three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

Land, land, land, both. The management of land comes first.

If this were human, we wouldn't be able to get married for the rest of our lives.

If you're married and you tell your partner, "Which is more important, me or work!" If you ask me, I'll be fine. "Work!!" That's the answer level.

For such a pillar of Japanese God, the red sheath, the land of this world was not at a very acceptable level.

Does it feel like a very common person is being made to live in a garbage mansion?

The red sheath, which once again saw the state of the land when the junction was broken and the sheath was placed directly on the land, groaned unexpectedly.

Hold your head where you got your hands on the cruelty of things that worked to improve the flow of power quickly.

Still nothing else to do.

The more adversity we stood, the more difficult the job, the more burning was also one of the hallmarks of the Japanese God.

I didn't do God in Japan, a technocratic country.

"Six months...... no, no. We already have residents. Three months? Well, what happens to the harvest or something?

The red sheath, which had been bumping and crushing for a while, looked up.

"A month. That's at least a month. So we'll keep this place at a minimum."

Crushed with firm determination.

This abandoned land, by the way, but it has always been well managed.

Characteristics alone were not enough to leave it alone.

Therefore, because God in heaven was in charge at the turn of the moon, it was the completion of the cycle of high power there, even in Kaihara and Nakahara.

but still, from the red sheath, it was only the garbage mansion.

I can see the difficulty of the unbalance, which has been scouting the red sheath from different worlds.

Welcoming Ertvael and Mizuhiko back from Agney and the others, Red Sheath decided to hold an emergency meeting about what was to come.

The development of the land must be rushed to some extent beyond what the inhabitants have been able to do.

Nevertheless, land management is not something that can be done overnight.

No matter how much we hurry up, it doesn't look like we're going to have a problem later because of the mess.

So the red sheath.

"The circulation of power and the restoration of the forest will be done as carefully as planned, but the field will do it in a hurry"

He decided on a course of action and declared it to Eltovael and Mizuhiko.

"The fields are in a hurry..." he said. So you're asking Agney and the others to hurry up and build the fields?

"Let me make it, I mean. Mr. Agney and the others will make the fields, too. I need to hear a lot of requests."

In the words of the red sheath, Eltovael clenched his neck in his heart.

"Request, is it?

"Yeah. It would be easier to make soil improvements if you knew what crops Mr. Agney and the others would make, wouldn't it? You can change the vegetation around you to a certain extent now."

God aligns with the people.

It's a feeling not found in the seaplains and the middle plains.

Well, I don't know what else to do.

In fact, there is no such thing as a god of land in this world in the first place.

Only about the divine domain, such as the land where God takes direct care of it.

Since such places are largely specially managed, the inhabitants are limited to beings who serve God perfectly, such as clerics.

If Eltovael had been a normal angel, he would have had this question about the words and deeds of the red sheath here.

Why don't you order Agney and the others to make it?

But Eltovael was an intelligence freak who also looked up the world where the red sheath was.

I immediately perceived the intent of the red sheath and nodded.

"Dear Red Sheath, God in this world tends to do what he wants with everything he lives in his realm. Everything up to the form of clothing and living."

"Huh? Really?

To this, the red sheath dotted her eyes and was surprised.

But soon I remember the definitive difference between this world and the world I was in.

"Oh well. You're free to interfere."

In the world where the red sheath was, direct interference with humans was almost forbidden.

Unless you have to stop, you don't even speak up.

In Kaihara and Nakahara against Sole, it is allowed to be almost free.

Most of all because I don't think that most gods are interested in humans or anything like that, or that I am sufficient to speak directly to them.

For this reason, instead of "leaning on the inhabitants" as in the red sheath, "the inhabitants worship and serve God with all their might" is taken for granted.

"Uh. But I'm nothing like that. It's me. Mr. Agney would be more than happy to live in peace."

With a bitter smile, Red Sheath says so.

For the Red Sheath, it is many times more important for residents to live as they please than to be worshipped.

Eltovael felt uncomfortable with the red sheath with such a notion not found in the God of his world.

But Sole is not uncomfortable.

I rather liked it.

"Yes, I agree"

The red sheath nodded relieved to see how Eltovael smiled.

"Well, it's like I've got hair on my own monster. We'll do the same thing over there."

"I wonder which one of them is better."

"... hmm?

Mizuhiko's words solidified the expression of the red sheath.

"I guess Agu remains because of this. This place was also called Akasa Ya. I suppose you think you can beat it up."

"... Oh!

The red sheath pulled blood away from my face.

"Uh. No, well. That's right. Sole is common sense over here, and, uh"

He moves his hand and the red sheath holding his head.

"This, uh. What do you want me to do?

Eltovael at times like this, please.

"I think you should tell them this one's intentions early. You think they have to have something to offer, too."

"Kukutsu? is it?"

"Yes. Oh, yes. As common sense in this world, what lives in the divine domain delivers massive offerings."

"What is a divine domain, a divine domain? Is that such an amazing place around here?

A red sheath with a drawn expression.

Here, Ertvael noticed his biggest mistake.

"In this world, God seldom manages the land directly. Except where the sole is called the sanctuary or the sacrament."

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath froze with an indescribable face.

I am stunned by the difference between my senses.

I also thought that the phrase Ertvael said earlier, "I tend to do what I want," was to that extent what kind of congratulations I would raise as a red sheath.

But apparently, Sole was a terrible mistake.

"Could a sole be in the flow of doing godly or witchy things in a clan outing...?

"When you think it's happening, I think"

"Yeah-..."

Red sheath twinkling with a dong-pulled look.

Eltovael gave a bitter laugh at the lack of traction.

Divine or sanctuary.

Those things were too heavy on the red sheath.

The misconception was that it was better to solve it early, so Mizuhiko was quickly dispatched to Agney and the others.

If they had just finished dinner, Agney and the others would have gone back and lost their temper.

A meeting surrounding the burning fire was held as soon as the face, which was the Lord, was gathered.

Before the nervous Agnies, Mizuhiko communicates the will of the red sheath.

That there is no particular willingness to make this land a sacrament or sanctuary.

I want a little offering, too, but that I don't need to worry about it until I calm down.

That you want us to create a village as we please and live as we please.

That I want Tackle to give up because I can't create my own kingdom.

I'm not sure what other gods are like, but that I'm just satisfied with it if everyone lives happily ever after.

And that I will do everything I can to help you do that.

Agney, hearing them, remained solidified with a surprising look.

For I thought that from now on, we would make the crops that God instructed us to do, set up houses as He instructed us to do, and live in the clothes that He instructed us to do.

But a god named Red Sheath says you can live as you please.

In this blessed, God-administered land.

It lives in this sea plain and the middle plains, no race wants to stop it.

No, it would be a privileged environment like you wouldn't even imagine.

Agneys boiling and weeping in joy.

But when Mizuhiko urged them to settle down like that, he began talking again.

"You guys, what are you gonna do with it?

"In the field, so, are you there?

To Mizuhiko's question, the elder snapped his neck.

Because I didn't really know why I asked.

"Oh, Akasaya, depending on what you can peel off, it's time to go."

"Adjusting the land? Are you sure you want to adjust the land to our crops?

"That's right. It would be obvious. I think it's better if we combine."

Mizuhiko nodded and showed to the elder, who was shuddering with a puffiness.

It was natural for Mizuhiko, who inherited the knowledge of the red sheath, but it is amazing for the Agneys, creatures of this world.

"Nah, how horrible......!

Shivering just like the elders are the spans of middle-aged Agney.

He's only lived for many years, too, and thinks in accordance with the common sense of this world.

The older I get, the more I think about things according to experience, both human and agney are the same.

Seeing as the youngest Agney on this scene is surprised to see her mouth raised enough that she seems to remove her jaw, though it just seems that the red sheath is too far out of common sense.

"Oh. And what are you?

"Is it a staple food? It's Ponkte, though."

Poncuté is a relatively popular potato companion in the region.

In perennial grass, eat the mukago that grows on the tsuru.

Mukago is like a little potato that grows on a potato tree, and that's all it takes to sprout and root.

So to speak, it's a seed potato that can be found on the ground.

"Right. You're a dick. But that's not what I meant."

Poncuté, like wheat and rice, is an improved variety of potatoes for consumption.

Out of crowd. Here, it'll be hard to get.

"That's right, thank you. Well, that's all there is to it."

"Yeah, yeah. Hmm?"

Mizuhiko, who was snorting, suddenly raised her face.

Mizuhiko shares her senses with the red sheath, so she can converse with the red sheath even if she is far away.

Apparently, I've just been called out of the red sheath.

Looking up several times and nodding, Mizuhiko turned to the elder.

"Almost, but it looks like he's got it. Tomorrow, let's get started."

"Is it Master Eltovael!

"You mean the angel will share Ponkte with us!

"There is, there is!

It is unclear why it passes with "abundance", but Agney and the others were very pleased.

We can make another crop that we thought was out of our mouths.

Besides, they say it can be given by God.

There will be no unhappy people.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"The variety. Do you have a lot for me?!

As with rice, there were many varieties in Poncte.

They each taste different, and the varieties they grow vary subtly depending on race and region.

"What we grew up with was a flicker."

The variety Halapicali is considered to be disease-resistant, tasty, and difficult to manage water.

It is a troubling breed, such as a relatively unselected land but fewer mukagos when given less water.

Mizuhiko looks up again, nodding several times and turning back.

"Happy, they have it. Tomorrow I'm coming."

"" "Oh......!

Agney and the others flaunt.

The neighbors are joyful with each other slapping each other on the shoulders.

It's good news for Agney, a species that originally specializes in agriculture.

Let's start discussing our plans for the future.

Let's make a plan for starting work first thing in the morning.

"When that happens, we'll have to figure out where to build the fields."

"Oh. The wasteland that was sealed will be less organic and we don't know what it is, so let's build it on the forest side"

"Then let's make the house in the wasteland. Let Hanako consolidate the ground and we'll be in architecture soon."

"Let Mark handle the area."

"Oh. As planned, let's hurry to build a house for the injured"

"Guys, I think I'm gonna go for it."

Mizuhiko groans and sees more of the roof made by Marks.

At the end of his gaze, he saw the children and the injured old men asleep.

Normally, when you sleep in the woods, you have to watch out for poisonous bugs, snakes, etc.

Especially when you sleep on the ground, you need to be vigilant.

The Agnies seemed to have a wealth of knowledge of wild grass, burning insect-burning herbs and other things around their beds.

This is an unpleasant odor for bugs, but it can be a resting scent for human species like Agney and others.

I'm tired, and I guess I'm helping with the effect of that scent.

Everyone slept comfortably.

"I don't know because the ground is hard and I have trouble sleeping. Build a place where you can rest fast and slow!

He said, "You're going to catch me."

Mizuhiko looks comfortable sleeping, but it doesn't seem to be the case for the Agneys.

Some people say, "Hmm, I can't take it anymore," etc., but is that what makes you suffer?

And Mizuhiko felt one more wise.

"So, what about Ginn?

"I'm going hunting with the crows. I'd be comfortable with them."

At the tip of Ginn's finger, the crows leaned against each other and slept in a tree-lined nest.

Their bedtime, which doesn't work at night, is much quicker than the Agnies.

I may be relieved to finally meet my husbands.

"Then I guess I'll go hunting too. Span's a field, Mark's an architect."

"" "Oh!

To the words of the elders, Agney and the others respond with their fists raised.

He glanced around at those Agnies for a moment, and Mizuhiko also raised his fist "ooh" late.

"Dear Mizuhiko, by the way. I'd like to ask you something."

It was Mark who raised his hand.

"What?

Ask Mizuhiko with his fist shaken up, Mark makes a serious look.

"What will this land be called?"

"Hmm? All of you, you snobbery, right?

To Mark's question, Mizuhiko clenched his neck.

Even the knowledge gained from the red sheath has become such a name.

Even a red sheath with poor memory won't misname the land in your charge.

"Yes, but I'm not abandoned anymore."

"Oh."

Realizing what Mark was trying to say, Mizuhiko slaps his hand.

Because they were abandoned by the gods, they became known as abandoned lands.

Then now that the red sheath is here, the name is not worthy.

I agree with Mark and the other Agnies.

"Sure. You can't call me that anymore."

"Hey, can't we connect anymore? What about tackles?"

"The name of the land. After all, can God think of anything?

"No. Sounds like you're not picking anything up."

Mizuhiko waves her hand and head as she sifts.

To think from the feeling connected to the red sheath, he was apparently panicking over there as well.

He wasn't expecting to talk like that all of a sudden.

"So what do you say we name this place Red Sheath?"

"That's it!

"Let's do that!

"In the land of the Red Sheath, give me the name that the Red Sheath thought of!

Agney and the others thrive on the Elders' suggestion.

"Okay. []/(exp, v5r) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) to be

Mizuhiko lifts her face up and tells the red sheath to "hang on".

Immediately, he replied, "Please stay put," and told Agney and the others so.

Agneys inflating their breasts to expectations.

This is not the case, such as God thinking directly of the name of the land.

Even in the history of Kaihara and Nakahara, it's only a few times.

Expectations grow only as the silence of Mizuhiko continues.

A constant silence.

Breaking the sole was a word Mizuhiko snapped.

"Once you've been regained?

That was the name that Red Sheath said and now exactly what Eltovael dismissed as "I don't think so".

Mizuhiko accidentally put it in her mouth by a name that was too harsh, flowing from the feeling connected to the red sheath.

From abandoned land to reviewed land.

Mizuhiko, who thought he wouldn't be serious about anything at all, but apparently thought he could go sole, the red sheath looked very hasty.

The red sheath is an asshole.

That's what Mizuhiko thought, but unexpected things started to happen around.

"Reviewed land......!

"What a great name!

"Junction!"

"This land is exactly the land that God has come back to!

"Reviewed! It's been reviewed!

"God is watching!

"We are the inhabitants of the land under review!

Agney and the others were very popular.

Apparently, it's simpler and easier to understand, but easier for them to accept.

"Aagu and the others, too."

To this God, there is this inhabitant.

In a way, maybe we look good together.

That's so rude.

Mizuhiko shares exactly the same sentiment as Eltovael, who was told that Agney and the others liked the name "Reviewed Land".

With that in mind, Mizuhiko entered the circle of fun noisy Agnies and began to dance herself.

He still had a face that didn't express his emotions well, but apparently he seemed to enjoy dancing.

After that, Red Sheath didn't come up with a new name in the end, and Agney and the others liked it, so the name of the land was finalized in "Reviewed Land".

It was the next morning, he said, that the reported imbalance made his abs laugh so much that he had muscle aches.