The God has moved to another world.

The mountain was forbidden to call its name.

Because it was considered fearful, such as naming it there, which is the divine domain that God administers.

It was a huge temple to build where it was just called a "mountain".

Its location, which is the main mountain of Charles, was the place to preside over the training monks scattered all over the world.

Their doctrine, which already bears the name of Charles, the goddess of the forest who left this world, was an extremely simple thing.

Helping and protecting the weak.

This was everything.

Help us from the outside enemy, help us from the disease.

It was also the will of a kind-hearted, loving goddess.

If you have superior power, I want you to share the sole and help someone.

If you can afford something to eat, I want you to share it with your hungry neighbors.

That desire, as if it were a saintly prince, was no longer clean by that one thing that was God's desire.

Those who were impressed by that wish had come together with one, and another, and had now undergone a transformation into a major religious organization preaching its teachings to the rest of the world.

This Charles Christian monk basically stays in one place.

Always travel, help those you meet in the land, and leave.

Of course, I don't ask for anything in return.

Helping the weak for their training monks is a training, a doctrine to uphold, and also a joy.

As training monks, monks from all over the place are gathered first in the Grand Temple in the "Mountain".

So we are given the knowledge and skill to save people.

The first to be taught is high medical technology.

Surprisingly, they had a high level of medical knowledge, including surgical techniques.

After being tapped into them, they are taught how to handle the tools that allow the sole and the magic.

Allows surgery on the appendix, even in the mountains.

Therapeutic techniques, assuming magic, can be described as the highest in the world.

The monks, thus equipped with high medical skills, are also thoroughly knocked into combat skills in parallel with it.

Sometimes we have to fight to help the weak.

In this world of warcraft, bandits, and so on, we can't help the weak without strength.

What they were taught was hand-to-hand combat.

To be able to fight at any time so that the weak can be protected without weapons.

And one more thing.

It is a "scriptural magic" with its own format combining letters and words.

Constructed by inscribed texts and spells like Sutra, this magic consumes very little magic for the time it takes to prepare and activate.

Beside building up their bodies, the monks carve these sentences into their entire bodies as tattoos and remember the great spells needed to activate them.

In the sacred mountains we learn the teachings of the goddess, strengthen our minds, and hone our moves by the gestures of the earlier.

And build up that flesh through rigorous training.

Psychocardiogram.

When we merge all of that to a high standard and gain the power to help the weak.

For the first time, Charles Christian monks are allowed to embark on training journeys.

For those who live on the periphery or in countries with less developed medical technology, they trained monks are just saviors.

Villages that have no money to hire escorts if they are attacked by warcraft, no doctors if they get sick, and such things are sesame in this world.

He appears fluttered where he is, defeats the Warcraft, and heals his illness.

Of course, I don't ask for anything in return.

For the monks, the act itself is a training, and if you try it on them, they are "helping you".

Such training monks have tremendous support, no matter what part of the country they go to.

Even Metermaguito, famous for not accepting other races, cannot do their thing unhindered.

Because of their long history, they have been saved many times by trained monks.

One such training monk was Kougak.

This Kobolt tribe, whose name is "Red Ease," to be exact, is a grandfather over 200 years old.

With a life expectancy of fifty years in the Kobolt tribe and its age, Kougak was the kind of person known as the "Immortal" in the world of the Red Sheath.

He literally walked around the world saying that by the time he was ten he was on a training journey.

At one point he saved a village hit by a plague, and at one point he saved a village attacked by bandits.

He had defeated vicious dragons that stormed around without sight, and he had set his moxibustion on nobles who did everything possible to abuse him.

He also challenged the military to fight alone to save people who could be abused unnecessarily.

It was as if it were events in the story, but they were all documented facts and feats of a person named Kougak.

The first thing I know about Charles is that I don't know his name.

Even the king of a nation welcomes him as a guest of honor.

Most of all, he still calls himself an immature man in the middle of his training.

Neither does he rival the annual wave he stops by.

Nowadays, the journey took less time, and he was often in a temple, which was the main mountain.

That's why I was able to find out what's going on with Agney and the others.

Walk up wooden stairs and down stone corridors.

All the different monks greet Kougak with respect.

If you let Kougak tell you, the monks who come bowing their heads and themselves, will not change their position.

"Why are you greeting me in such awe?"

A kougak who smiles bitterly and says, but if you try it on other monks, he is the object of admiration.

For there is not one or two of them who want to be like him, and slam the gates of the temple.

Up a number of stairs, Kougak stepped to the top floor.

It is a place where only a limited number of people are allowed to enter, where the present patriarch of Charles is seated.

Standing in front of those who are escorting him, Kougak greets him correctly in his abode.

"My name is Kougak, a training monk. The Patriarch, Dear Lissin, has been good for you. I'd like to take care of you."

The guard monks looked at each other for such a kougaku appearance.

"Dear Kougaku. Lissin tells me to let you pass unconditionally when you leave."

"You shouldn't do that. Because I'm just a trained monk. It's the muscle that gets permission to report it properly."

The guard monks roar like trouble to Kougak, who naturally says so.

They are also one of those who admire Kogaku and encourage him to train.

To them like that, his words would be harsh.

"Here, Lord Kougak. Don't abuse them too much."

From behind, I can hear you like that.

It was the Patriarch Lissin who was in front of the turning monks.

Being a high elf, he is a figure who has long been a relic to the goddess of the woods.

He is one of the few people who has protected the temple since the Forest Goddess was still in this world.

"This, Master Lissin. I can't believe you were abusing me. I'm just saying we should take proper steps."

"I know you don't like to be treated very specially, but please come back. If I don't get in the way of you too much, it won't show anything else."

Kougak exhaled a deep deep sigh at Lissin, who said in a bitter mix.

"Not at all. It's not a thing to live long. Cramped and troubled. I want you to pick me up soon."

"Would you say that in front of me?

High Elves over 800 and Cobolts over 200 laughed at each other's faces.

Kougak quickly cut out the case when he was put through the back room and left alone.

About the land that was abandoned, and about Agney and the others.

That I intend to embark on another journey.

Secrets are the things that make it easier for people who need to know to know, if they don't.

Kougak dared to tell Lissin that the abandoned land had become a reviewed land.

"I see the land abandoned to such a thing. But in my hometown, Metermaguito remains the same."

Lissin could not keep up with the electorate ideas of the Metermagito nobility and was one of those who left the country.

His behavior, also known as an example of Charles' religion, is a good example of how the elves are not all of the same idea.

"Well, that's not very impressive. My acquaintance in that country doesn't look good either."

"You're the collaborators in the matter. They're more likely to stay in the country, so we know a little bit about that country."

"It seemed a lot heartbreaking. By hitting the capture mission himself, it seemed to have reduced the damage done to Agney and the others at all."

"You couldn't have stopped..."

Lissin meditates on his eyes and deeply sighs.

High Elf and originally a nobleman of Methermagito, he could easily imagine what the Elves would do.

"If there was anything else, I guess I knew exactly what kind of mess it would be. It must have done the least harm to Agney and the others."

"Industry, yes."

Neither have they lived long enough for Dada.

I am also aware that such decisions are sometimes necessary.

But that's too sad.

Both to be and to be.

To tolerate it, they have abandoned themselves for the weak, little too kind.

"Well. But there is a God in some land. This is good news."

It was Lissin who cut it out first.

Kougaku also smiles back at that look, which brightens back.

"Yeah, yeah. Besides, you even invited me. This can't be disturbing."

"No. I envy you. I also want to return to the sky of the journey."

"What do you say? The Patriarch needs to be encouraged to foster backwardness!

Lissin looks resentful to Kogaku for making jokes.

"If you say so, Lord Kougak. You should invest in it."

"No, no. I'm still in training. Besides, from Master Lissin's point of view, he's still a young man."

"Also, treat me that way straight away as an old man!

Two old men, 800 and 200, laugh up and laugh at each other with pleasure.

Though they were two men who could be honored for their greatness and strength in many things, they were still going to be in training.

Kougak made an appearance at midnight that day when he went to explain the situation to Lissin.

From the mountains to the land reviewed, Kougak, who preferred a walking journey, needed to hurry.

However, there was another reason why everyone came out to sleep in anticipation.

When he tries to embark on a journey of training, he always shows up who tries to accompany him.

It is not uncommon for a trained monk to travel with several or accompany an adventurer.

But Kougaku, who wants to walk freely, prefers to travel alone.

Knowing that he had embarked on a journey, those who had intended to seek permission to accompany him were killed by Lissin.

Lissin could not smile bitterly that some of them were of high standing, as they were called high priests.

Evening.

After each job and returning to the temporary base, Agney and the others were greatly impressed by the meals made by the women.

For skewering venison, on a menu like Agcocco egg soup, this sautéed vegetables.

Because there are no seasonings, they are flavored using the flavors of the ingredients, but there are Agney women who live in nature.

I grabbed the grass that would replace the spices and the grass that stowed the salt inside and seasoned it beautifully.

One of the things that delighted Agney and the others was Agcocco's egg soup.

Dissolve the fat of the deer in a nave and eliminate the smell with aromatic vanilla.

Pour water where it is and add the dried mushrooms and the spine or alas of the river fish that was caught during the watering.

When the stock comes out well, let the chopped leaves and roasted fish loosen up and let it simmer.

When it's cooked, the melted Agcocco eggs drip thinly like yarn.

Fluffy eggs float in soup with mushrooms, river fish and good venison sweetness.

Furthermore, the sour fruit juice, which replaces the vinegar, is also kept in place of condiments for Agnies who are tired of manual labor.

To adjust the taste according to your taste.

"Like good, like good!

"I knew Agcocco was delicious!

"I'm happy to have someone to cook for me."

Agnies obsessed and disappointed in cooking.

That would also be proof that you are tired.

But no one showed signs of depression.

Everyone is enjoying being able to work.

At the end of dinner, the usual meeting began.

Each of them is getting more jobs and more sharing.

It's also important to know what everyone is doing.

The first person to start explaining it was Mark, the building manager.

"First, Simple Kamado. This one's been installed immediately."

Kamadu can actually be a very important facility.

Because the fuel needed to cook can be greatly reduced.

In a fire like an incendiary fire, the majority of the thermal energy escapes to the side.

Simply covering the surroundings greatly reduces the amount of fuel needed and the time it takes to cook.

The simple kamadu made by Mark was as easy to make as the name suggests.

But the effect is immeasurable.

First, line up and stack the clay soil in circles.

Place the nave on top where the height has become 20 to 30 cm chimney shaped.

At this time, the clay chimney is the same as there in Nave or less is desirable.

Then fill the gap between the abyss of Nave and the chimney, with clay.

Clear the clay chimney, open the mouth to fuel and ignite the fire, and the hole to escape the smoke.

Carefully remove the nave to avoid breaking the chimney and flatten it inside the chimney.

If you set fire to him at the end of the day, which one can you do with simplicity?

The top part is perfectly matched with the nabe to improve thermal efficiency, like a cauldron that burns rice.

Mark had already finished making this as many pans.

"And the house, but I think we can have one in a couple of days. I don't have the tools, so it's not going to be very decent."

Mark who says sorry.

"No, that's a boulder mark"

"I don't even have a mushroom."

Mark smiles head-on at the admirable Agnies.

"Thanks to the stone axe the elders made and Hanako. The kids can help me knit a wall replacement or something, so I'm going to have to put up with that for a while."

"No, no, it's enough. I'm counting on you."

Mark laughed happily at the elder's words of labor.

"How about the field?

"That's from me."

Hands up, middle-aged Agney's span.

"I've already sown the Ponkte the angel gave me, so I think they'll sprout as early as 4-5 days. potatoes and mukagos, I have tried them both, so I think I can harvest them steadily"

Because Ponkte is a potato plant, it may be grown by planting potatoes and sowing mukagos.

Eltovael brought potatoes and mukagos, both of which he buried in the field.

Ponkte, a perennial grass, yields vary from year to year.

Like persimmons and other fruit trees, there are many and few fruitful years.

To avoid that, when planting Ponkuté, it often shifts in age or sows potatoes and mukagos, respectively.

"I'd also like to secure a field to plant vegetables, but I don't think this has the seeds of the key vegetables. You can find something in the woods to replace it..."

Growing wild species in the field is a big deal.

Harvest and efficiency are completely different from vegetables that have already been varietally improved as crops.

"Uhm. I can't believe you asked an angel to do that."

"That's right."

"I don't want to trouble the angels."

"It's not a good idea to rely too much."

Agnies snorting in pieces.

Its uniformly armed and roaring, it doesn't look troubled.

In fact, some didn't know why everyone was worried.

I was just roaring around because I had arms around me.

For now, I get wrapped up in something long.

It was those Agnies.

"Next, then, livestock and hunting. Gin."

Nominated by the elders, Ginn raised his hand roughly.

"Thanks to Karichi, hunting is a lot easier, and the other crows are taking good care of Agcocko"

"He was flying with a stone in his arms, dropping it from the top and tailoring a deer!

"I don't know if the other crows are catching onions."

"I guess it's because Mizuhiko made me stronger"

As Agney and the others put it, the crows were brilliant.

Karichi, who became particularly in the shape of a person, was not only able to communicate verbally with the Agnies, but was greatly helpful to them in their actions using their hands and feet.

The caryches and the other crows, on the trees where the agcoccos were gathered together to sleep, were gathered together again to sleep.

Both crows and agcocko are daytime and fall asleep early at night.

Sitting on a tree, sleeping on a tree.

The outfit resembled a red sheath or Mizuhiko, a black kimono.

What a smile to see the crows stopping and sleeping on their knees and shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Elder, I'm going to build a charcoal-baked cabin, okay?

Hands up. Such was Mark.

Agney and the others nod convincingly at the words.

"Right. It would also save fuel."

"It would be useful to make coal gangs too"

"Sassy."

Agreed.

When I say charcoal, it's much more thermally efficient than burning a tree as it is.

Even materials that produce a lot of smoke have the advantage of losing most of it if they are turned into charcoal.

One of Agney's charcoal conglomerates was made of thin wood, such as twigs and branches, which were connected and made into a sharpened dough.

It is easy to handle in shape and not very difficult to make.

"That's true, too. Thank you, Mark. Can you ask for it?

I'll take care of it.

To the elder's words, Mark tongued, slapping his chest.

"Hanako's here, and you can do it soon."

"Oh, I'm counting on you!

"With charcoal, you can eat better things!

Speak up, laughing agneys.

"But in any case, I don't have enough tools"

"Yeah. I want a mushroom or something"

"Even for me, I want fleas and dust. I can make a decent floor."

"I'd also like a blacksmith tool. What hammers and foundations. And the ingredients."

"I want a bond."

Everyone's gaze gathered in on one Agney's junction statement.

Frequently visited silence.

It was the elders who broke it.

Slowly put your arms together and nod deeply.

"Right. I want the world to be together."

"Why don't you ask Master Red Sheath?"

"Mizuhiko might be okay, right?

Apparently, there wasn't only one person who wanted the junction.

Are you all at ease, Auntie?

It is such an Agney tribe.

"But if you go outside, you might catch the elf guy, right? Well, not everyone in the elves is gonna get us."

"That's where it is. I can't even go shopping if I want to."

"People from the merchants won't come here either. You wouldn't know anything about this place in the first place."

"Hmm. I don't know what's going on"

The roaring agnies.

Twist your neck, roll over to sleep, bend the grass growing on the ground and scratch it directly.

I've thought about it in a lot of states, but in the end, I didn't get an answer.

Did you cut the paralysis, the elder softly rises and declares.

"Uh too, that one. Homework! Let's all think about it."

"" "Ooh!

The elder's forceful tightening brought the meeting to a close that day.

Agney and the others scatter all over the place trying to make sure they like the time to sleep.

It was then.

"Hey, let's go"

From the woods, Mizuhiko's voice was heard.

Shuiyan walks over retreating and pushing weeds and dead branches.

In his arms, a strange object was held.

It was like a horse figurine with no neck, made of clumps of twat.

It's pretty deformed and looks like it's made of five long, thin sticks.

However, the area that would be the joints was moderately creased and seemed kind of vivid to move even now.

"What is this?"

So it was when Mizuhiko held around her waist and poked forward.

That lump of twat moved out.

"Uh-oh?!

"Yikes ah?!

"Ooh?!

Agney and the others, fearful of their poor visuals.

But in the midst of it, only Gin was calm.

"That? Isn't that equine imo?

"Huh?"

"Umayimo?

"Oh, my God, it's true"

"What a horse imo. Surprised -"

To Gin's point, Agney and the others grate their breasts.

"Good too?

Shuihiko leaning her neck, ignoring the clumps of bumpy twats in her arms.

The size of the horse was quite large at about 1.5 m, but I guess Mizuhiko's arm strength makes it a business.

There is no sign of escape at all.

"Yeah. There's potatoes in those twats. It's a self-propelled plant."

"What the fuck?

Mizuhiko frowns.

When the elder said, "You're right," he approached Mizuhiko.

"Heh!!

Activating Enhanced Magic along with the voice of temper twists a clump of raging snails in Mizuhiko's arms.

He was a stalwart elder for a while, but for a moment, wow!! And I opened my eyes.

"There. Ahhh!!

Juju!

Sticking his hands out with such a sound effect, the elder grabbed a lump of twat disappointingly.

And as it is, it takes full force to pull the twat apart from the left and right.

"Heh heh heh! Oh, come on! Blame it! too giddy!!

Raising a strange voice, his face turned bright red and his powerful elders on his ass, Mizuhiko and Agney's attention was focused solely on clumps of twat.

The claws chisel and scream, splitting left and right.

From then on, I saw something that looked like sweet potatoes.

"Ha!! Hino, Phew! Ha, ha, ha!

So it seemed that the limits had come to the elders.

When he releases his hand, the elder wipes the sweat off his forehead with the face of the accomplished man.

"Like this, there's potatoes in the twat. This potato is the main body that protects it and becomes the body when it moves around for water and nutrition."

"Is that so?"

To the elder's explanation, Mizuhiko nodded as impressed.

For him based on his knowledge of the red sheath, all creatures of this world are rare.

"Potatoes can be eaten, and they can be very good crops."

"But you're still here."

Shuihiko, who just cuts off.

Indeed, the clumps of twat that move like tentacles are kind of creepy to watch.

I guess that's what Agney and the others thought.

"Well, the creeps are creepy indeed"

"Creepy."

"Disgusting"

"Junction"

"You're disgusting."

And I agree with you verbally.

"But it's good. This."

To the elder's words, Mizuhiko's expression changed.

"If it's good, it's good."

Even if it's somewhat disgusting, I'll put up with it if it's good.

It was really Japanese Mizuhiko.

Even as the sun set, the place where the red sheath sat was bright.

It's floating over about 3m, thanks to the sphere of light.

The tree spirits made it for me. It can be magically made.

Red Sheath, the Earth God, was opening his mouth and looking up at the sphere with a boisterous face about how it was a shock.

"If you think about it, it's the first time I've seen magic in here, isn't it?

To Eltovael sitting next to him, the red sheath speaks happily.

He looks pretty happy and refreshed.

Eltovael is all calm.

"Once again, this is a miracle by divine power."

Such Eltovael, the red sheath sighed and shook his head to show.

"For a game generation god like me, it's special to say magic. Especially because that's what the Japanese gods like."

"Ha. Is that what it is"

Eltovael twisting his neck in such a way that he can't tell.

Well, it would be more normal not to know.

The tree spirits are proudly chested when they see the red sheath shining.

"It's a treat!

"Praise me!

"More shuddering, shuddering!

I insist firmly as I fly with Pico.

When the red sheath laughed at them like that, each head was fingered.

"No. Enough is enough. Thanks."

"Praised -!

"Ugh heh heh!

"What? What is it?"

The red sheath turns to Eltovael, puffing with both hands the spirits that fly happily.

"So, it's that sphere. What do you think?

Before Eltovael lay a mass of dirt that the spirits were jerking around.

It was a mass of dirt, to be exact.

It was supposed to be just a mud dumpling at first. It began to take a steady spherical shape gradually as the spirits packed their strength and knowledge.

Still, packing it more and more, how transparent it is this time.

It was a red sheath I thought I'd stop for a moment around there, but when something got involved, I felt bad, and I decided I didn't see it.

With the expressions done by the spirits, he said, "It's done!" "Done -!" "Praise me? Praise?" So I looked back, and there was something rolling around like a seven-color changing gem.

Don, anyone who can blame the red sheath for pulling and showing his pulled face won't.

The red sheath lifted it in awe, and his neck was lifted when he realized there was a fuzz.

"Something about this, a lot less wasted in the circulation of power?

The interior of the sphere, packed with a fair amount of power and knowledge, was quite messy from the red sheath.

"Huh?"

"Shall I?

"Let's just go, shall we?

Neck leaning spirits.

In fact, the force put into that sphere and its accuracy, precision of the procedure, density, efficiency, etc. were all very first-class products.

In this world, as one of the artifacts, it can be said that it is not sufficiently faint.

but the red sheath was a skilled god of Japan, a country of technology, so much so that it could be pulled out of the other world.

The power of God in different countries of the same world to say HENTAI still found room for improvement in its sphere.

"This is how you go around here. This way, there's still room around here. So, since I left this one here, here's the thing..."

"Ooh!

"Shh shh!

"Kamishima, seriously Kamishima!

Thus, even though it was supposed to be a terrible object, it was further improved by the hands of the red sheath.

It had become a divine object, a treasure ball shining in seven colors of its own, which was now rolling before Eltovael.

"Uh. tremendous, heel"

With an indescribable look, Eltovael squeezes it out so.

Isn't it too much?

All I could say was that I swallowed the word boulder.

"Well, that's right. But, uh, see. Because the density of power is thinner than that of Mizuhiko, and the amount is smaller."

A red sheath that makes excuses for no one while pointing in the wrong direction.

It's like telling yourself.

"But Mizuhiko's array is abnormal, isn't it?

"Mizuhiko is a heap of shuffles!

"Yashigi!

Around the red sheath, the spirits make a fuss.

In fact, Mizuhiko had a modest performance when Ambalance made the Guardian.

If and when the Unvalence made it, which is the Sun God and the Supreme God.

……

With a difficult face, a pressing red sheath.

Frequently wrinkle between the eyebrows, and turn your gaze in the order of the spheres of earth, the Spirit, and Eltovael.

And he took a deep deep sigh and opened his mouth.

"Ma, okay. Let's stop thinking."

It was a renunciation of thought.

I don't think bad.

It is precisely the mirror-like action of the Japanese God.

Give a horn to the rabbit and a body to the new Guardian.

So the story came together.

We have already given strength, blood and knowledge, so all we have to do is name it and the Guardian of the earth will wake up.

Mizuhiko got up before she gave it a name, but she didn't make it the same way, so she woke it up the same way.

That's why a "meeting to think of a name" was held quickly.

"Again, I think it makes sense for Master Red Sheath to accompany you."

To Eltovael, who reluctantly says, the red sheath roars in arms.

"Yes, but thank you. She's not coming."

He can't think of an idea for a name.

The saying that it does not come down is often used in cases where there is no revelation from God.

Since the red sheath is God, it is revelation when it comes to revelation, so it may be subtle for use.

"Mm-hmm, erm, hey! Ah-shu!

"Ah-shu, are you still in the mood?

"I knew it would be a good name to pair with Master Mizuhiko!

"Mijuhiko familiar - Nana Er?

"Um, uh, I gave it up! Goosebumps!

"Oh, my God."

The spirits seem to think a lot about it, too, around the tree spirits called mediators, yeah, they roared.

The red sheath, listening to them, nodded as he was convinced of something.

"That's right. A name similar to Mizuhiko's is good, after all."

Eltovael reacted frighteningly to this word.

I guess I have a bad feeling about it.

The sweat is spreading to the comet.

When the red sheath grabbed the ball of dirt with both hands, he slowly rose and declared.

"From today on, your name is Tuhiko!

Though I expected it?!

I didn't put it in my mouth, and yes it was Eltovael screaming in my heart.

The moment it was named, the earth sphere, Earthhiko, increased its brilliance at once.

Brighten that glowing body even more.

The red sheath releases both hands, but Earthhiko's body remained in the air.

From the ground beneath the earth, suddenly something like thread starts to rise.

The grains of sand in rows look like yarn.

Several rows of muscles are formed and the sand is sucked up into the hollow as the spiral is drawn.

They gradually began to gather around Earthhiko as they twirled and drew beautiful geometries into the air.

Then, at one moment, he arrives to Tuhiko simultaneously.

They didn't just get together, they created something with a certain regularity.

What was created.

It was completed in just a moment and appeared in front of the red sheaths.

White, clear skin with a neat face.

The long, sharp eye area appeared to resemble a red sheath.

It was a girl with beautiful dark hair.

The brunette girl, Earthhiko, slowly stepped down to the ground.

Lift your hand and grip it several times to make sure it moves.

Smiling satisfactorily, he now confirmed his body.

The nudity of a beautiful girl was everywhere.

Earthhiko raises his eyebrow root just a little, and he gets his hands around his stomach.

The moment I showed him the movement, the surrounding sand rose and clumped to the body of Earthhiko.

All that could have been done were black kimonos and daisies, the same as the red sheath and Mizuhiko.

Looking at it satisfactorily, Tuhiko knelt before the red sheath with humility.

"Name, I did get it. Thank you, Kashikomi."

"Uh. Oh, yes"

The red sheath nodded slightly at Tuhiko's attitude.

Something has changed so much that I can't seem to stay in the wrong place.

Souhiko, with his face up, smiles bitterly when he sees such a red sheath.

"Again, did Master Red Sheath not like to say things that have changed much? I was just born, so I strained too much. I'm sorry."

Earthhiko gets up and makes a smile.

A face somewhat similar to the red sheath, similar to Mizuhiko's, looks good with a smile, although I get a slightly tough impression.

"Please use it to the fullest to protect this body, this land and this people, created by the Red Sheath."

To Earthhiko's attitude, the red sheath and Eltovael remain frozen.

"Chicchiko, chicchiko!

"We mochikuru, dachi-kun!

To such a voice heard from his feet, Tuhiko looked down.

It's the spirits who are making a scene.

Tuhiko said, "Oh!" He crouched up his voice, fingertipping the spirits.

"You received my power and knowledge from the spirits. Thank you. Sit down."

Yet Sathiko smiles with a grin.

From that face full of mercy, tenderness seeped out.

……

Red Sheath and Eltovael stared silently at that for a little while.

Similar words were swirling in the heads of every pillar with a similar look on their face.

Decent...

Then what is Mizuhiko...

For unanswered questions, it was the red sheath and eltovael that often haunted my head.