There's a wooden board standing ten meters away from me.
　I stare at the board and draw my bow.
　I draw the arrow, aim clear, and release it.

　The arrow successfully passes by the side of the board and disappears into the forest.

　.........

　Bad leader. This is the tenth time.
　Oh, shut up!　Then you can do it!
　I pressed the bow against Ron's body.

　Bows are very difficult to use.
　The strings are hard, so you need to put a lot of force into it to squeeze it.
　If you don't put a lot of pressure on it, your aim will be off.

　It's not that I'm a bad shot, it's that the bow is hard!

　Ron-kun draws the arrow and clears his aim.
　Then he releases it.

　The arrow is dug into the ground just in front of the board.

　"You can't do it either, can you? Can't you do it too? What should I do? I'm in trouble.
　'Don't say that with such a happy face!　That's not very mature!
　I'm just a kid.
　You're an adult in spirit!
　He's a May guy. The spirit is what pulls you to the physical body!

　As me and Ron-kun were arguing, Gram-kun took the bow from us.
　Then he silently draws it and releases it.
　The arrow hits the board with a great shot.

　'No way!'
　'It's funny how Gram can do that!
　Well, you can't say that...
　It was a fluke. It must be a fluke.
　Mr. Gram, who is apparently athletically challenged, couldn't possibly have hit an arrow.

　Let's try again.
　Uh-huh.
　Gram-kun nodded and held the arrow again.
　The arrow hit the board easily.

　Looks like this isn't a fluke........

　You can easily squeeze the string of the bow, which feels quite hard even for me, and then easily hit the board I couldn't even let you snatch it.......are you actually athletic?
　'What?　Ummmm ... maybe ...
　What do you mean maybe? Be more confident.

　"Show me the tricks.
　'Well you pull with your back, not your bow or arm.
　Pulling back?
　At any rate, I asked Gram to hand and foot it.

　Then it was easy to pull it off.
　I didn't hit it.

　That's okay. We'll leave the hunting to you, Gram.

　"After these three years, the gryphon support will be gone. There won't be any meat to eat. Whether or not we can eat meat is a matter of life and death for you. Good luck!
　I said and tapped Mr. Gram on the shoulder.
　Gram-kun nodded with a nervous face.

　'But there's only one bow, right?　Grams are not enough. I'll have to get more.
　Well, well, don't panic. I've been thinking about it. Anyway, I want you to take a look at this.
　What is this?　Bag?
　It's a pitchfork.
　The griffon guy would get some rabbits for us. I took the skin off and made it.
　It's simple in construction, but it took a lot of work.

　"It works like this.
　I set the stone on the pitcher and waved my arms wide.
　The stone flew quite far.

　'If you train, you might be able to drop at least a bird. And best of all, it's easy to make. I've already made three. If you help me, I can have enough for all of us in no time.
　My kids have been begging me to let them do it to me.
　Well, it's hard to be a popular guy.

　

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　Okay, I got one!　How about that!　It's pretty big...
　I look at Ron's feet.
　There are five fish bigger than the one I just caught, and....

　'What the f*ck?'
　You're just a terrible leader. Very.
　Don't tell me twice!
　My mind can't take it.

　'I only have two fishing rods, so one should be held by another guy, not the leader.
　barking up a storm
　Good argument....

　But fishing doesn't really fill you up.
　It's not that important.
　I'm not disappointed.

　'Oh well, I'll give it to Sooyoung then. You two can go on a lovey-dovey fishing date.
　'Hey!　What are you talking about, Leader!　Me and Seo-yeon aren't like that.
　Ron's face turns bright red.
　Okay, I won.

　I felt a sense of superiority.

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　You can eat this grass. Those berries will make you sick if you eat them as they are, but if you soak them in water, the toxins will be removed.
　That's what I'm talking about, Master Gryphon. By the way, do you eat more than just meat, Master Gryphon?
　Of course. I have a craving for grass once in a while.
　That's a griffon.
　It's healthy.
　Because the upper body is a bird, even if it eats nuts, it is not funny in any way.
　No, birds are birds of prey, so it's funny.

　Come to think of it, which classifications is this guy classified as a mammal or a bird?
　I don't care.

　'Why is your Lord asking me this?　I thought you were supposed to be farming?
　Farming is hard on the environment. And I'm not that much of a farmer myself. There's a chance I could fail. So it's an insurance policy.

　Those children were abandoned because there was a famine.
　I'm not sure the same thing won't happen in our fields.

　Well, I see. Well, I think it's time for me to return to my estate. I'm sleepy.
　The griffon said and flapped its wings.
　The griffon would fly away in a flash.

　''I guess it's time for me to go back too.''
　I was about to go back to the village when I heard
　I heard a shout.

　This was Mr. Rosward's voice!

　I started to run.
　I gripped the hilt of the iron sword I'd brought for self-defense.

　Every animal has a weak face.
　If you strike them in the face, they'll be startled to leave.
　If they become enraged Rosward is the only one who can escape. It's a life that was supposed to be gone anyway.

　As I ran, I heard more than one voice on the wind.
　'Hey, don't move, you little shit!'
　Stop!　You don't have to kidnap me. My parents abandoned me!　My parents aren't going to give you food!
　'You're an idiot!　I know that stuff. You have a lot of iron swords, don't you?

　It's a person!
　Shit, I guess I made a mistake showing off my iron sword.

　But it looks weaker than a wolf or a bear.
　I'm just relieved.

　It's time for the kendo I learned from the head of the orphanage to come in handy.

　I see a man and Mr. Rosward in my line of sight. I'm glad to see them. Roseward is safe. And the man is alone.
　And one man is safe, and I can get behind him.

　I'm getting my pitchfork out. The man's back protects him, so it won't hit Roseward. I can throw it in peace.

　The stone released from the pendulum hits the man's head beautifully.
　"Ow!
　The man let go of Mr. Rosward and held his head up.

　'Mr. Rosward!　Now!
　I said, and Mr. Roseward ran toward me.

　Come on, we've got to get out of here.

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　'Wait!　d*mn kids!
　It's not good, it's catching up to you.

　You can't compete with a child's feet and an adult's feet to begin with.
　They're getting closer and closer.

　"Mr. Rosward, keep going!　I'll hold them off here.
　But, but...
　Quickly!
　I yelled at him, and Mr. Roseward ran off in a flash. 'That's fine.

　'Oh, so you want to buy yourself some time by letting your friends go before you do?　You're crying. By the way, you look pretty cute.
　The man grins, holding a wooden stick in his hand.
　Even though it's a wooden stick, it's quite thick. If you get hit, depending on where you are, you'll die instantly.

　'Let me ask you one question. What do you want?
　The only thing I want is for you to take the iron sword out of my hand.
　And then what?　
　We'll turn that sword into food. I don't want to work the fields, you know. And I'll get a slave. Well, now that you're here, there's a change of plans.
　Well, that's a relief.
　Is it safe?
　The fact that you're an idiot and a piece of shit!

　I pulled out my steel sword and fleshed out the man at once.
　The man tried to defend himself with the wooden stick, but he was too late.
　My iron sword sliced through the man's flesh with the wooden rod.

　''Gyaaah!
　Die!
　I raised my sword again and stabbed it into my heart.
　Fresh blood sprayed up.

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　Thank God. You caught me off guard.
　The first thing that says something in a fight is your physique. The taller you are, the better you can look down on your opponent, and the bigger you are, the more power you'll have.
　The difference in strength between me and this guy is far greater than the difference in kendo skills and quality of weapons.
　But this guy let his guard down.

　If you're both amateurs, once you're in the flesh, you're no different.
　In fact, the murderer who committed the murder was not a martial arts expert or anything else.
　The one who stabs him wins.

　"I didn't have a choice. If I let it go, he would have raped my ass. If the sword was taken from me, I could starve. They could find out where we lived, and more adults could come. I had to kill them here. I had no choice.

　I'll justify myself. You were right. It was the only way.

　I look down at the body.
　Immediately afterwards, I start to throw up.

　I puke.
　I blurt out everything inside my stomach.

　I don't have any sympathy for this guy. This piece of garbage deserved to die.
　I just feel bad for doing something I'm not used to.

　'Leader!　It's okay!　
　I could hear Ron's voice in my ears.
　The children with the iron sword were in front of me.

　Rosward, you're looking well.

　'I'm okay. I'm okay.
　Right after I said that, I fainted.

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　I never knew my parents.

　My guardians are the teachers at the orphanage.

　Occasionally, I've felt lonely when I see a child crying out to see his parents.
　Because I've never wanted to see them.　

　Why did my parents abandon me?

　Was he not raised financially?
　Or was the mother underage?
　Or maybe she was a child born of rape.

　Either way, she probably abandoned me, making excuses for herself in the same way that I had killed a man.
　So, after all, the froggy child was a frog.


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　Umm... where am I?
　'!!!!　Alms is awake!
　Tetra-chan's loud voice came into my ears.
　What the hell, shut up. Let me sleep some more.

　The kids gather around me, rattling and making noises.
　What the f*ck. What's the matter with you?
　Their leader was in bed for three days.
　Three days?
　What the hell are you doing sleeping in there?

　Oh, yeah. I killed someone, I think.
　That's why I passed out.

　Thinking about it doesn't make me wanna throw up.
　Maybe sleeping in bed for three days made me feel better.

　"Sir!　Are you okay?
　Mr. Rosward looked into my face.
　'You're my brother.......sounds good.

　'I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you.
　I stroke Mr. Rosward's head.

　Mr. Rosward jumps into my chest, crying.
　'I was so worried about you!　I thought my brother might die because of me... so!
　'I'm sorry. I'm just tired of doing something I'm not used to. I can start working again today.

　I keep patting Mr. Rosward on the head.

　I'd like to be called Dad if I could.