Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau ch 4


4. Chapter 4

Six days after the Goblin subjugation requested by the village, Duwei’s squad arrived at the annexed former Kanoa Kingdom. 

When you saw the villages in the annexed land, you could see the scars left by the war five year ago.

Further to the northwest and you would reach a city adjacent to the Myard territory called, ‘Sarria’.

Beyond the defense wall of the city, there was river and moat. And now, Sarria City was used as a fort by Highserk Empire.

Sarria City which was also connected to the other places in Highserk Empire by tributaries, could be said as an ideal location for replenishing supplies and troops for the battle against Myard. One army unit, at least about the size of a battalion was always stationed to this area.

In this invasion, battalions were gathering from all directions. In total, 9 battalions, about 18,000 troops, were gathering there for the annexation of Myard.

Sarria was the last city of Kanoa Kingdom to surrender to Highserk Empire, but even after five years, the walls and stone bridges were still left with traces of destruction by magic and stone.

After going through the castle gate and entering the city, you could see the main street was lined with shops and private houses.

Many of the items sold in there were more expensive than the other places in Highserk territory, especially groceries. When Walm was a farmer, this kind of price wasn’t something that he could afford.

Many of the citizens walking on the road were thin, you couldn’t even say that they had a standard proportion. The only exception was the army stationed there by the Highserk Empire.

After reaching Fort Sarria, what was waiting for Duwei’s squad, who was resting at the training ground, was….

“The whole corps hasn’t gathered as planned yet. Rejoice, today is free time.”

“Huft! Free time is the best”

“Are you going to drink first? Or straight, a woman?”

“Isn’t it okay to have both at the same time?”

Reinus, Tibird, and Danfan. The three idiots disappeared into the back alley right after they heard it. Seeing that, Commander Duwei grumbled while holding his temples in his hand.

“Oi, it’s not over yet. Seriously… well, I guess it’s okay to leave them alone for now?”

Consider the limited time, they might be right to be faithful to their own desires.

After all, their empire was repeatedly colliding with multiple neighboring countries, large and small. The word “peacetime” had long been forgotten by Walm.

As for military service, he had been stranded on the battlefield, playing deadly battles for survival, and spending his time in training grounds and movement during non-combat period.

And they just had been given a free time? And for such an army, it sounded like an unbelievable story. Even, Walm thought it was a new kind of training.

“F-free time?”

Showing fear of things that normal humans would be happy to have, Walm asked terrifyingly. The squad leader replied with a stern look as he had found something strange.

“Yeah, do you hate it?”

“N-No, that’s not the case …”

“Of course, right. You can do whatever you want like them. Alcohol, cigarettes, or women. It’ll be a big and long battle. Live without regrets. But, keep strict on the meeting time. Be in the formation at sunrise. If you’re late, you’ll be whipped.”

As soon as the squad leader clapped his hand, the rest of the members scattered like birds, disappearing into the city in all direction. All that was left was the squad leader, Jose, and Walm.

“So, what are you gonna do Walm?”

“Ah, uh, hmm… what should I do…”

When asked by Jose, Walm didn’t know what to do with the short-lived free time he just got. 

After all, Walm grew up in the countryside, never leaving the village until he was drafted into military service.

In the first place, when he was in the countryside, except for tinkering with soil, he was collecting wild plants and hunting monsters in the forest. The opportunity to do something freely had long disappeared. 

To be suddenly ordered, “Do whatever you want”, of course Walm couldn’t help but to get confused.

“How can you have no desires.”

“I’m going to have a drink with Commander Duwei. He’s been there once, so he’s the perfect guide for a tavern. And more than that, it’s with an inn. What about coming with us, Walm?”

As the rescue boat was coming, Walm accepted it, and so he followed them without pondering anything.

They went off the main street into the back alley. 

From locals to soldiers looking for the store, to beggars, they passed with various kind of people.

In a corner of the back alley, there was a woman standing, saying…

“How about tonight?”

It was a thin teenage girl. You could almost see the bones of her body, which should be rounded, peculiar to a normal woman.

The girl was randomly calling out to the passing soldiers. 

Then, she came to Walm…

“How about tonight?”

“No, I don’t need it”

The other two didn’t seem to be enthusiastic either.

Rejected by Walm and all the other members, the girl bit her cheeks and turned her face to the ground.

“Buy something with this”

Walm gave some bronze coins, knowing that it wasn’t an act that could be said as the solution. Even so, the girl smiled a little and thanked Walm.

It was the money that I stole from the corpse. I’m sure the coins will be more pleased to disappear in her stomach than to disappear in the soldier’s liquor and cigarettes.

After that, she disappeared into the back alley without showing any happy expressions.

“Feeding them again? Walm, keep it moderately, okay?”

Jose, who was behind Walm, called out to him. Walm frowned at the vulgar words.

“She was smart, so it’s all good, but if she was too happy, you would’ve been surrounded with a lot of beggars by now.”

Walm looked around and he could see people and children who lost their limbs because of war, were begging for money. And the truth, he wouldn’t be able to give the same to everyone.

“…Yeah, right. I’ll be careful next time.”

Perhaps he was satisfied with the reply, Jose nodded satisfiedly.

“I’m not saying it’s useless, and if anything, it’s better to give it for something in return. Well, even me, I’ll be reluctant to do it in the back alleys or in front of other guys.”

As Walm followed Jose’s line of sight, he saw other soldiers disappearing in the back alley. When he focused his ear to listen, he could hear a sweet voice leaked from the darkness, the gaps between the house. And somehow, he felt that there were voices of the three idiots mixed there.

“That’s not a prostitute. The area where the brothels are located, is far from here. Since many soldiers gathered for this war, amateurs start to prostitute themselves because they want some living expenses. Well, if they got found out, there’ll be disputes.”

Red-light district, it was something made of complex concessions. And, in every world, many people would do radical actions to protect existing businesses.

The squad leader continued to go deep into the alley without dealing with those peoples. In the first place, he looked scary, and only one being called out was Walm.

“But even though you’ve killed so many on the battlefield, you’re ignorant in a strange place huh, Walm. You’re not a priest, nor a knight who values ​​chivalry, so it’s a little bit meaningless action. No matter how far we go, we’re just soldiers.”

Jose was like Walm, he was drafted. But his background was kind of rare. He was the fourth son of a merchant. There might have been another way to live, like to be a servant of another merchant, but he said that earning money on the battlefield was the surest way to have a wagon or shop.

Even so, Jose adapted to survive the battlefield and had already changed his way of thinking. On the other hand, Walm still couldn’t get rid the way of thinking from his previous life, nor could he throw it away.

As he listened to Jose without denying or affirming it, the squad leader muttered lonely.

“Originally, this place, which formerly belonged to Kanoa Kingdom was a fertile land. It became like this because of war.”

“I see, so it wasn’t originally like this?”

Jose, who seemed to have an interest in this topic, asked the squad leader.

“Five years ago, Kanoa interfered at the Highserk Empire which kept increasing its border. We somehow managed to win the war and even hold down a village. You see, they used the beans I usually eat, to feed their livestock.”

With that said, the squad leader took out a pouch from his bag. The contents were beans that Walm ate many times during the march. Walm had eaten it many times as the squad leader used it as an ingredient for the hot pot.

“And now, it became like this. The former Kanoa nobleman, Grand Duke Myard, abandoned the Kanoa Kingdom and went to the neighboring country, Ferrius Kingdom. But, the army dispatched from Ferrius and the runaway soldiers took livestock from the other territories of Kanoa Kingdom, mowed the paddy fields in the area, burned down the fields. The Highserk Empire which lacked troops postponed the invasion until now. “

“Ahh, no way. It’s terrible.”

Jose shook his head and seemed tired of it.

Scorched earth tactics would be effective for troops that rely on enemy territory for food, even in a world where the logistics was circulating by magic bags, horses and beasts stronger than in the normal world. And, Highserk Empire was having a hard time to support itself.

“Grand Duke Myard gave up on his territory once, Ferrius Kingdom provided food support, albeit a little, and finally he planned to bring back the Kanoa kingdom. But, the grudge of the former citizens of Kanoa Kingdom against Grand Duke Myard and Ferrius Kingdom is heavier than that directed at the Highserk Empire. Well, when you got betrayed by the one you trusted the most, anyone will get angry, right?”

“I was worried that a battalion consisting of the former citizens of Kanoa Kingdom would also participate in this war, but it seems, it’ll be okay.”

And so, Walm was able to deepening his knowledge of the Kanoa Kingdom.

As they were talking more about this, they finally arrived at the tavern.

It was a two-story building with a bar on the first floor and an inn on the second floor. The outer wall was soiled with soot that might have come out during cooking, and the entrance door was engraved with small scratches as if it had been smashed before.

As they pushed the door in, the brass doorbell that signaled a customer had entered the store, modestly echoed inside.

At the table near the counter, there were five Highserk soldiers, and in the back, there were men, perhaps regulars, dressed in neatly decorated and well-tailored clothes. 

Walm decided that those people might be the merchants in the city, judging from their appearance.

Together with Commander Duwei, they went to sit at the table, away from the two groups.

“Today, it’s my treat. You see, two newcomers survived their first battle. It’s been a while since Walm.”

Hearing that, Jose whistled happily, while Walm was smiling complacently.

The squad leader raised his hand and turned his gaze, and the host came from the back of the counter.

“Give us three ales and a bottle of wine, also are there any dishes that can be made immediately?”

For a moment, the host showed a thoughtful gesture and answered.

“We can serve the soup with hard-baked bread, buffalo, onions and beans as soon as we warmed it, also there are enough catfishes for three people.”

“Give me both for the three people. The catfish should be fried.”

The host nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Perhaps the other guests had been served, soup and bread were brought along with the ale earlier than Walm had expected.

“Following the Liberitoa’s border, may we be victorious against Myard!”

The squad leader raised the mug. 

Walm didn’t hesitate to hit the mug vigorously. 

CLANG!!

After a rumbling sound, they drank the contents all at once.

It was a kind of custom, but for soldiers living in the war, they must toast exaggeratedly when they had a drink.

Walm was taught that if soldiers didn’t do that, it meant they were unreliable.

The host poured more ale into the mug while carefully confirming whether or not they wanted anything else.

Walm cut the bread into bite-sized pieces, soaked them in soup and threw them into his mouth. The umami that overflowed from the buffalo meat, the rich flavor of onions and beans spread in his mouth.

He stabbed the ingredients sunk in the soup with a fork and brought it to his mouth. The hard meat of the buffalo was also properly softened. The beans also boiled moderately, and when he chewed lightly, he could feel the texture of the meat, onion and beans were balancing each other.

“I thought I was tired of bean soup, but with the ingredients and the skill of the cook, it turned better than I expected.”

As Walm was praising the food, Jose was nodding in favor of it.

“Well, usually there were many half-cooked things inside.”

Fried catfish line up on the table after they finished the soup. The catfish fillet was cut into three pieces, but since it was one whole fish for each person, Walm reached out, thinking that it would be quite satisfying to eat.

He brought it into the mouth with a fork. After the texture of the crust, the taste of catfish spread on the tongue. Because it was a white meat, the light taste of it mixed well with the crust, he felt as if he could continue to eat as much as he wanted.

“Fried catfish, is the best”

Having to eat only baked food or boiled food was a pain for Walm, who grew up in a rich food culture in his previous life. Especially, where he could enjoy it in an environment where he didn’t have to think about night attacks or morning runs.

“When was the last time we had fish? Was it before the dispatch to the Liberitoa’s border? Well, that was also a river fish, but yeah, catfish is better.”

The squad leader who was in a good mood immediately drank the ale and began to reach out the bottle of wine.

“More, eat and drink more”

As prompted, Walm drank the remaining ale, and wine was poured into the empty mug. It had a strong acidity, but was suitable for resetting the oil taste in mouth.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but there was nothing to stop them from drinking liquor. 

Forgetting everything, Walm continued to enjoy the food and drink in front of him.


TN: Here, an image of the character design of Jose and Squad Commander Duwei

Jose (Character Design 1)
Duwei (Character Design 1)

Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau ch 3


3. Chapter 3

The devastated Liberitoa Trade Federation retreated far beyond its claimed borders and rebuilt its position around the rivers.

A dry moat and embankment made from earth-type magic, the item from the magic bag, and carriages formed a fort that could be called an overnight castle, and the Liberitoa Commercial Federation, which not had enough manpower, and the Highserk Empire, which preferred the status quo, continued the war reluctantly.

On such a deadlocked frontline, the prisoners of war were released as the Liberitoa side paid the ransom.

The release of aristocrats and high-ranking military personnel was as expected by Walm, but even commoner soldiers were paid by the Liberitoa Trade Federation.

Fortunately, a great aristocrat who owned a labyrinth issued a large magic silver coin in a lump sum. For that reason, Walm was guarding the prisoner exchange area with the other members of Duwei’s squad.

“Perhaps, I was born in a wrong country.”

When Walm murmured so, he was hit in his flank. 

It was Jose, his comrade.

“Oi oi, you’re lucky you’re in this squad, if it’s under other commander, you’ll get sink into the river, you know?”

Many ferryboats make a round trip in the river, and prisoners of war were carried across the river. Many archers and soldiers, who could use magic, were stationed on the opposite river bank to guard against surprise attacks.

There was even a large ballista stationed.

Hmm, I wonder from where did they bring that?

Seeing that, Walm had no choice but to be amazed

The Highserk Empire, on the other hand, also had a type of troops that could attack on the opposite bank. If the one on the opposite was a regular army, the one on Walm side was just a bunch of bandits wearing the equipment of the regular army.

If you were going to war as a soldier, you might want to choose the Highserk Empire side, but if you were going to spend time as the citizen, the Liberitoa Trade Federation might be better. However, as natural, you didn’t know how the people lives in other countries. There was no point in comparing it.

POWs (Prisoners of war) passed by Walm’s side. 

You could guess based on the clothes and skin condition that these people must be a high-ranking person who could pay the ransom individually.

On the opposite bank, human dramas such as those who were scolded, and those who hugged each other were unfolding. Being shown endlessly a boring threepenny opera played in front of him, Walm felt as if he had a heartburn. Even his colleague, Jose, was also desperately holding his yawn.

Walm, who couldn’t afford to look away and abandon his mission, returned his eyes to the line of people. Next were those with low status. There were 200 prisoners of war, and there were endless lines waiting for the ferry.

As Walm looking around the prisoners, the one who dug the grave the other day passed by. The moment their eyes met, the guy hurriedly diverted his eyes.

Unlike that time, there was no blood in the armor, and the spear and sword that were dirty after using it, were clean. He was afraid.

The POWs were frightened and didn’t have any meal. Even though they bothered to cook and make something digestible, it seemed the prisoners thought it contained poison. At that time, Walm said, “Do you think we would take such a confusing and time-consuming method?”. As you might know, rather than using poison which also hard to keep, wouldn’t it better to just sticking a sword――

That said, they did leave an empty grave to bury the one who might dead because of serious injuries and couldn’t pass the night. But, the POWs weren’t convinced by that explanation.

The Battalion Commander’s order where the prisoners had to dig a lot of graves in order to exhaust their energy, to prevent the rebellion of the prisoners, was backfired.

After seeing off the last soldier, the prisoner exchange ended without incident. And so, the farewell party was finally over. 

Walm hoped that the stalemate would continue.

But, the battle between the Highserk Empire, which wanted to maintain its territory across the river, and the Liberitoa Trade Federation, which wanted to push their territory back to its claimed border, would likely to continue.

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As the set-up of the camp for the border progressed, the troops were pulled out one after another, and the battalion to which Walm belonged was the first.

Since the movement of 2000 personnel puts a burden on logistics, some of the platoons and companies would need to change the road as they go to the designated place.

Several platoons and squads were tasked as they move from the Southeastern Liberitoa Trade Federation to the annexed former Kanoa Kingdom territory in the northwest, where territorial disputes had not concluded. Duwei’s Squad was one of them.

Walm was ordered to subdue the goblins that nested near the water source. Even though not as accustomed as killing human, Walm was accustomed to killing monsters too.

On the battlefield, there were many corpses that monsters like. For them, it was like a buffet dinner. Repelling the persistently disturbing guests over and over again, was a familiar task for Walm.

If the corpses were to be left unattended, it would turn into a ghoul or undead. You might need to take their life not only once or twice to put them to rest in peace. But, as you had killed them once, it might be easier for your nerves when you ended up killing them again.

In most countries, subduing monsters and exploring labyrinths were often adventurer’s jobs, but in some countries, such as the Highserk Empire, rejected the adventurer system itself.

The Highserk Empire, which could be said have more troops than the other department, couldn’t afford to let the soldier rest. Thanks to that, Walm was made to be an adventurer too.

It was as if the army was dispatched to exterminate the pests just because they were in the field.

But as one would expect, a specialized unit would be dispatched if a high-ranking monster were to appear, but if we were talking about a group of low-threat goblins, they would be cleaned by the surrounding squad or platoon.

Some villagers who weren’t even trained might be expected to subdue a small number of goblins, even orcs. Walm also had a hard time, several times in his youth in the village, devoting himself to repel the goblins and orcs.

According to information from the nearby village, more than 50 goblins were witnessed at first, and a few were exterminated by the villagers, but one day, a man and a woman working in the river were attacked and taken away.

After that, the goblins that got to taste humans began to appear around the village, and the damage to livestock increased. Since further damage was expected as the number of goblins increased, it was then decided to dispatch the army there.

Led by Commander Duwei, the squad left the village and was heading to the forest.

The forest was roughly flat land, although there might be slight ups and downs. Unlike the demon territory where powerful monsters were subdued, only low-ranking monsters like this one were there.

Walm kept moving forward, but when he saw the squad leader suddenly stopped, not only him but the other stopped too.

“Hoi, listen carefully, in about half an hour, it’ll be their nest. The footprints and animal trails are increasing. Don’t let your guard down.”

The squad leader, Commander Duwei was said to be attentive in a fight, surpassing even the platoon leader in combat techniques, but it was also easy to see why such a veteran wasn’t selected as the platoon leader.

Commander Duwei was basically an optimist, in a good side he could afford anything, and in a bad side he was a little be crude. Walm was convinced that it must be difficult for such a person to be a platoon leader or above, who might be needed to do some paper works inside a building, and demonstrate his true value.

More than that, Commander Duwei himself hated the position of a platoon leader itself as you were expected to do complicated works.

The members carefully moving forward following the path made by the one in front of them, and slowly getting rid of the branches that got caught in the sword and their armor.

A cloth was wrapped around the place where the metal might easily rub another thing. Walm was no exception. The cloth he used belonged to a soldier who he fought in the battle the other day and no longer needed it.

Although Walm was reluctant to strip dead human’s clothes, but now if he thought it was necessary for him, he would do or take anything.

As they were progressing deep to the forest, the distance between the dense vegetation was also increasing.

The members were crawling on the ground, but then everyone’s eyes were directed to one point.

What they saw was a short humanoid as tall as a child. The teeth were prominent canines and the ears were pointier than human’. The skin was green with noticeable breakouts and irregularities. There was no doubt, it was a goblin that Walm was accustomed to.

Primitive stone spears, or clubs, or farm tools that might have been stolen were usually in its hand. One more thing that Walm learned from experience, intelligent monsters were troublesome when they were in a group.

How should I kill it…

Right when Walm thinking so, he was chosen by Commander Duwei.

With a gesture, Walm was ordered to kill. He nodded slowly, left the formation and moved to the side of the goblins, while maintaining his posture.

Walm chose carefully where to put his feet, dodging twigs and fallen leaves. As the distance got closer, his breath got thinner and thinner.

After lightly moistening his dry lips, Walm squeezed the back of the spear’s handle and pierced the throat at once.

The goblin pierced by the spear died instantly without raising any voice. While supporting the goblin that was about to collapse with a spear, he placed it on the ground and dragged it. A companion joined and hid the corpse in the shade of a tree.

The squad leader tapped Walm’s shoulder.

“Good job. That was a good skill you’d shown.”

After that, the squad arrived at the destination without encountering any of them. 

The goblin’s nest was several tens of meters from the goblin sentry. It was a small cliff where the branches and soil were used to build the dwellings and the cliff caves were also nesting. If you looked at it, it would be hard to think of it as a naturally formed object, so it must be an artificial cave.

Walm, who kept his posture low, slowly put his eyes through the gaps between the vegetation to look at them. 

30 goblins could be seen within the visible range. Bones were scattered near the fire. Livestock such as buffalo and goats could be seen. Also, wild boars, a kind of monster, were mixed in. Lastly, human skulls were there too.

It must be the kidnapped villager’s…

Walm wasn’t surprised by what he saw since it was one of the end routes for humans kidnapped by demons. Violated, killed, and eaten… that was their basic behaviors.

“Willart, do it.”

The squad leader ordered one of his men. There was no prior interaction, but everyone, including Walm, could understand what was going to happen.

Willart went forward without a reply. He was a quiet person with a hobby of shaving his whole body when he had a free time. But, he was a talented men in the squad and was respected by the others.

Willart concentrated his mana on his hand, and soon a fireball cane out. He was the only ‘Magic User’ in the squad, and was relied on in a wide range of fields, from combat to cooking.

A fireball struck in the center of the nest caused an explosion. The bones were scattered by the blast, and so were the goblins. Even the goblins around had been seriously burned.

The goblins were stiffened at the sudden event. The other members of the squad, on the other hand, understood what to do, and for Walm it was like fireworks starting a feast.

The members of the squad closed the gap at once without raising their voices, and used their weapons to kill their prey.

Walm was no exception to that example. He pierced the absent-minded goblin’s abdomen twice with a spear and crushed its fallen head with his feet.

One of the goblins who was going back and forth didn’t know whether to flee or to resist, turned its back unprotected. And, the spear went straight through from the back to the abdomen.

Goblin, a monster with high vitality even though it was categorized in the lowest rank. Even if you left wound that normally would make humans stop moving, goblin would still be able to crawl trying to escape. If it escaped, it might gain wisdom and become a troublesome opponent in the future. So, Walm had no intention of missing any of them.

Walm hold the spear with the other hand and swung it down toward its neck. After a moment of convulsions, the goblin stopped moving.

As the smoke started to clear up, a shadow appeared on the edge of Walm’s field of vision. It was a goblin with a club slamming the corpse on the ground.

Walm slashed the spear in a horizontal direction, cut its both eyes and caused the goblin to flutter, writhing in pain. Walm stabbed and killed a goblin who wielded a club in an unreasonable manner, who might become a troublesome thing.

The other squad members also killed about the same number. 

Commander Duwei used his skill《Strike》to bounce three goblins at the same time. One of the goblins got its body split into two, and some had their heads blown away.

The rest of the goblins were overflowing from the cave, but as soon as they came out, they became prey to blades and blunt weapons.

“Reinus, Tibird, Danfan, take half and clean up the outside. The others come with me. The spear won’t be useful. Use your sword. Willart, gives us some light.”

Walm was selected as the cave rush group’s member. The command for the one left at the outside was entrusted to the so-called ‘three idiots’ who had a lot of combat experience.

Due to the narrow cave, the spears were stabbed at the outside ground and the group advanced through the cave with a longsword and a round shield in hand.

“《Torch》”

As Commander Duwei went deep into the cave without any worries, Willart who was right behind him, used a magic 《Torch》, and the inside of the cave was illuminated with flames.

It was the goblins who were surprised. The goblins, accustomed to the darkness, swing their weapons, but what waiting for them was a storm-like attack by Commander Duwei.

In the end, what Walm had to do was to kill the goblins hiding in the dents and pretending to be dead… although they would die for real―― by the longsword in his hand. At the back, there was an open space about the size of a classroom.

Due to poor ventilation, the odor soon went into Walm’s nasal passage.

Walm wanted to raise his voice to complain but he couldn’t do it, since there were goblins left and also their leader.

Their leader, an adult human-sized goblin――the hobgoblin bravely raised a rusty sword which it might have picked up somewhere. No matter how brave the hobgoblin was, Walm couldn’t help but to feel bad for the monster.

After all, the opponent was his squad leader, Commander Duwei. 

Despite its size, the time it took for the hobgoblin to be slashed was about the same as other goblins.

The hobgoblin fell into the ground and blood were flowing, was stabbed once again just in case, but as expected, it had died. 

While Walm was scrutinizing for any other omissions, he caught a shadow behind the plie of straw, which looked like the hobgoblin’s bed.

It was… not a goblin, but a woman, who was there. Scratches were engraved on her whole body, the one on the shoulders and back were particularly severe.

Walm guessed as why she survived despite the other mans had been eaten. It was because goblins could us the belly of other organisms to breed.

“Are you alive? I came to help.”

Walm called on her who didn’t move. What he got was just a short response.

“Ki-kill me.”

It took Walm time to chew the words that were thrown. He called again and shook the girl’s shoulders, but the response was the same. He looked around, but no one spoke.

“Ple-ase, k-kill me.”

Only Commander Duwei, who nodded slowly. Walm’s instinct and heart was trying hard to stop him from killing another human, but at the same time, the “reason” in his mind was working hard too.

The limbs that had been crushed to be a goblin birthing bag would of course not heal naturally, but even with ordinary recovery magic, it wouldn’t heal.

I guess, the wounds carved on the whole body won’t heal nor the mind either. If I go back to the village, could I live like a normal person again?

―― Walm wanted someone to do it for him, but either way someone had to do it. If Walm wouldn’t do it, someone in the squad would be in his place to suffer.

And so, Walm decided.

When Walm hit the tip of his sword against the girl’s skin, she groaned in a low voice. The tip of the sword entered through the gap between the ribs and reached the heart all at once.

Walm stared at her who had completely stopped moving. Ironically, his face remained calm. It was the first time he had killed a woman. Even though the woman was at the death door, and should be grateful to him instead―― he couldn’t help but to looked down at the dirty sword and her who had stopped breathing again and again. Before he knew it, Commander Duwei was standing beside him.

“I’ll do it. It’s a hindrance if you keep standing there. Go outside, have a drink and take a break.”

What was offered was an expensive distilled liquor in a hip flask.

“It’s the one I got from the Liberitoa’s people. It doesn’t suit my taste.”

Walm never thought such a word would come out from Commander Duwei’s mouth, as he always drank anything like water. 

Walm staggered out and sat down with his back at the base of the big tree.

The unrefined fighting-loving three idiots didn’t say anything to Walm, perhaps because they had noticed something wrong with him.

Walm put his hand on the chin strap, removed the helmet and rolled it on the ground. The chain rang as if to protest. The scalp exposed to the outside air felt comfortable. While stroking the stuffy and itchy head, he opened the lid of the hip flask and brought it to his mouth.

The smell of alcohol went into his nose, and the throat and stomach became hot at once. But soon, the taste disappeared, leaving a faint sweet lingering taste in his tongue.

The time was still early in the morning. Contrary to his heart which was cloudy, the blue sky beyond the trees was cloudless. 

After spitting one swear word, Walm once again gulped the liquor.


TN: Here, an image of the character design of Walm

Walm (Character Design 1)

Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau ch 2

I’ve translated some teaser (up to ch 1) last year, and it seems no group has taken this,
Since the LN will be released early of next month, and the manga will start by next month, around 17th…

I decided to take this, but it’ll be released in a snail pace…
(I’ll try to release up to ch 20 as fast as I could, then it’ll be slow…)


2. Chapter 2

Immediately after the fierce battle, those who were satisfied for being still alive with no physical defect, continued to move on the next battlefield without a break. The looting of supplies and things left by the enemy was recognized in the Highserk Empire as way to improve the troops morale.

Walm was reluctant to touch the pocket of the opponent he had killed, but if he kept being hesitant, there would be nothing left for him. And as expected of a man who was called the platoon leader, the things he left behind were great.

A pouch containing silver and bronze coins, a hard-baked biscuit, and a knee pad that protects from the shin to the knee. The pad didn’t fit Walm’s torso and so he didn’t take it.

“Pardon me”

Without thinking much, Walm’s hands moved to the dead’s hand. Forcibly opened it to take the two-handed sword that the man still clenched even after death.

The dead man almost felt as if he was still alive, but since military chaplain was there, Walm was at ease because he didn’t have to worry about the dead becoming a monster.

The sword wasn’t bad, but Walm already owned a better-quality longsword. 

After sinking into the sea of ​​thought for a while, he raised his voice.

“Is there anyone who wants a sword? It’s a good one. I want to exchange it for something else.”

Walm decided to barter it. Since with so many abandoned items, there would have been one or two who would meet his needs.

If it was a small item, he would carry it with him, but the two-handed sword was bulky.

It would be a useless long item for Walm who didn’t have a Magic Bag. 

A soldier reacted before he raised his voice again.

“Your shield looks bad.”

Walm’s shield, which continued to be attacked, was severely damaged and partly penetrated. If he were to use it in the next battle, there would be a heavy risk of getting damages. On the other hand, the man’s shield was simple and robust, with no flashy decorations.

“Let me see it”

“Sure, I want to see it too.”

After temporarily exchanging things, Walm looked at the materials and reinforcements. It was lighter than it looks, and when he tried to hit it, a solid sound was returned.

The man also liked the two-handed sword. 

Walm and the soldier looked at each other and nodded.

It was a satisfying exchange for each other. After Walm passed the shield trough the sling and carried it on his back, he continued his looting.

“What. He’s still breathing.”

A squad member looking for loot at the edge of Walm’s field of vision found a Liberitoa soldier who was at death’s door

If they were alive, they would be sent away as slaves, and if they were aristocrats or rich people, as long as their families could pay the ransom, they would be released.

“He…..lp, me.”

His abdomen was full of blood and viscera was coming out from the inside, and the shoulders were also deeply lacerated. Since, blood had flowed too much, even if you used recovery magic on him, he would unlikely stay alive, as his condition was beyond saving.

A thin voice, begging for the help of the Liberitoa soldier, repeatedly reached Walm’s ears.

“This is no good”

The soldier who had found it annoying, he stood up, pulled out a longsword from his waist and thrust it into the throat of the Liberitoa soldier lying on the ground.

Walm could have stopped it, but he didn’t.

Because from the abdominal cavity of the Liberitoa soldier viscera was flowing out. Even his life got to be extended, he would be in constant suffering. It would only be a waste of resources. Although Walm could understand it by such a reason, he unconsciously distorted his eyebrows with discomfort while watching what happened.

“A, Uugggrhh”

Tch, what a rough guy.

It wasn’t right on the vital spot. As the soldier couldn’t die instantly, he spited out blood from his mouth and groaned, clenching his hands as if he was holding the pain while seeing the sword stuck in him.

“You suck, move.”

It was the head of the squad to which Walm belonged to. Perhaps he couldn’t bear watching the suffocating enemy soldiers any longer. When he dismissed his friend by hand, he lifted the war hammer on his shoulder and swung it down.

A dull sound of cracking skull echoed. This time the soldier died. Walm looked away from it. The squad leader glanced at the corpse for a moment then he threw it at the soldier who was standing next to him.

“Tibird, when I’m about to die, I won’t ask you for the final blow for sure.”

The bearded man snorted. He was Walm’s superior, The Squad Commander, Duwei. The war wounds on the whole body were the proof his battle history.

He was average in height but still a little taller than Walm, but his log-like arms and thick chest plate looked so assuring, and above all, he had the skill 《Strike》.

Unlike Walm’s previous world, the individual differences of human beings in this world were great. Sure human who could use magic might be rare, but the one who possessed skill was also rare. Both of them were powerful.

There were women who could break a man’s arm, scouts who were more agile than animals, and even warrior monks who could stop a slash with their bare hands. Squad Commander Duwei was such a person. His war hammer could crush armored enemies. Walm’s impression of him was that he was amongst the ones that he didn’t want to meet as an enemy.

As the turmoil had subsided, Walm glanced at the corpse. There might be no such culture. Also, even though Walm was unclear about the faith, he quietly joined hands.

It was an act that helped him diminishing guilt. Some critical opinions were thrown at him, but he ignored them.

“Ah, Walm, are you doing it again?”

“It’s like a habit.”

“Hmm, I see, well, I don’t feel anything bad from it.”

In response to Walm, Squad Commander Duwei replied briefly. Perhaps he lost interest, he cut off the story. Around the time when the corpses were no longer valuable, the squad was gathered in one place.

“My squad was ordered to dispose of the corpses in the area. Fortunately, there are many prisoners of war this time. You can use it as you like. Just keep an eye on them.”

The prisoners of war were sitting down next to the gathered squad. Walm ran his gaze through them. 

In terms of numbers, it was just under 20 people. No one was fatally injured. There were some people with noticeable bruises and lacerations on their heads and arms, but Walm determined that they wouldn’t interfere with the squad’s work.

Ordered to monitor four prisoners, Walm confirmed their conditions. In addition to escape, if they were injured during work or died, it would be nothing but a wasteful consumption of human assets.

Apparently, there were no major injuries. The face was swollen or had some large bumps. Walm speculated that they might’ve surrendered in a good manner.

The necks of the four were tied to each other with ropes, and they didn’t wear anything that posed a threat. If one of them could use《Skill》 or 《Magic》, it would be dangerous, but if they possessed the skill to break through the rope with their bare hands, they wouldn’t be taken as prisoner of war. There were only two options for someone with troublesome ability, either they tried to run away or being killed.

Walm ordered the prisoners to strip off the armor and clothing left on the corpse. Invited by blood, insects and birds happily flock on it. He lazily drove it away with his spear and hands.

Each time, the prisoners trembled and continued to work. Walm pitied that the battle must have worn their mind and body.

Corpses were thrown into the graves dug by another squad’s prisoners. He didn’t know how many had been thrown there, but Walm’s eyes were on one of the corpses that were about to be carried.

“…he dead?”

It was the corpse of a ‘young man’ who belonged to the same squad and also came from the neighboring village. His age and birthplace were near to Walm, and he often talked about his hometown and common acquaintances.

His lower jaw was crushed along with his teeth, and his tongue was popping out of his mouth. Both eyes were open with an expression full of agony. The truth, it was his first match.

A battle virgin, and without being able to getting rid of his first time, his skeleton was exposed in the distant land. 

What is the difference with me? 

Is it the memories of previous life? Or our luck? Or the difference in aptitude for killing each other?

Walm went to think about it for a while, but he couldn’t get an answer.

His eyes quickly caught the prisoner of war moving slightly. Looking down at them, he stared with no expression, without exchanging any words.

“I-I haven’t done anything.”

“Me too. I was scared, I couldn’t even thrust the spear properly.”

The prisoners opened their mouths as if to justify their action. Walm was amazed by it. It was because their words telling him that they were killed because of personal grudges.

Unbelievable…

It would be a lie to say that he never thought anything about it, but they were in a war. That’s right. A war. They might only move according to the intentions of their community.

They didn’t like to commit murder. They just defeated the enemy, because they were in the war. That was the same for Walm.

If Walm were to bring his personal grudges there and killed them as prisoners of war, he would better be a murderer instead of a soldier. What he did was only following the duties and responsibilities of a soldier.

That one line, he would never want to cross. He could only bring himself to kill other as a soldier. Otherwise, as Raizou Takakura, as Walm, the fundamentals as a person would collapse.

Is it me who is abnormal? To think that killing people is okay as long as for self-protection? No, perhaps, these people, who’re claiming that they couldn’t kill people, who’re hesitating in killing other people, might be more human.

Walm, who was overwhelmed by such thoughts, returned to reality.

He closed the eyelids of his former comrade with his fingers and pushed the tongue into the mouth.

“Carry him”

Hearing the two words, the four began to carry the corpse as before, but they treated the corpse more politely than the others. It was as if they were handling fragile and explosive dangerous goods.

Regardless of the enemy or ally, the collected corpses were piled up so that they fold over each other.

The military chaplain sprinkled holy water and continued to recite prayer words to prevent the formation of ghouls and skeletons that were prone to appear on the battlefield.

The corpses alone exceeded 1500. Walm was depressed when he thought that some people with serious injuries wouldn’t be able to see tomorrow.

The death toll of the Highserk Empire was said to be about 300, which showed the magnitude of the damage they did to the Liberitoa Trade Federation.

The sun was setting and the smoke began to rise from the corpses all at once.

There were also personal portable meals, but it would be for an emergency. Walm didn’t want to touch it as long as the distribution continued. Besides, there were a lot of loots that he got today.

Each squad went to have their meals with their own team. Despite the deaths of two people, Duwei squad was provided with wine and ale in addition to foods for the team’s excellent results.

No sake is born from nothing.

Walm glared at it and thought it was probably part of the large amounts of supplies left behind in the enemy headquarters.

The Liberitoa Trade Federation might have many weak soldiers, their economic power could be said as excellent. Their land located nearby the sea, mines, labyrinths, and rivers, which was the key to logistics. Thinking that, Walm was frustrated that he must fight with a truly unfair opponent.

Looking away from the extra thoughts, Walm turns his attention to the meal in front of him.

Two hard-baked breads, salted herring and cod, and even sauerkraut.

The best part would be the uncontaminated horse meat, which was made by hanging a fresh horse carcass or a war horse with a broken leg on a tree to drain its blood. Although most of it were muscle meat, it was the highest grade of protein that could be obtained at the forefront, and so there were no soldiers including Walm who disliked it.

Horse meat and potatoes were simmered in the large pot, and even wild grass was included.

The horse meat was full of flavor, and the firm meat was chewy. Include the potatoes that didn’t crumble and it would be satisfying to eat.

Walm threw the food into his mouth with all his might.

Some of the soldiers hold their mouths due to unfamiliar death odors and combat. It couldn’t be helped as it was their first battle. Seeing that, Walm’s once bitter memory rushed through his head.

It was the road that Walm also took. At first, he also felt disgusted to eat meat while surrounded by the scent of death, but the he realized that the more he had a history of battle, the dull his senses would be.

Walm couldn’t say for sure whether he was happy as a person or not, but one thing for sure was that as long as he could concentrate on the food in front of him, it was enough to be happy.

“Walm. I heard it. They said you killed 9 enemy soldiers. But, I’ve killed 15 so I won. But, you’ve the prospects.”

Walm knew who it was without looking back as he could smell alcohol. 

Squad Commander Duwei while holding two bottles, put his arm around Walm’s neck.

“No, I can’t beat you, Commander Duwei.”

It was his true feelings. Even though Walm reluctant about it, he was recognized by his peers for his talent for fighting and killing, but still, Squad Commander Duwei was exceptional.

“Come on, drink”

Feeling good, a middle-aged superior poured wine into the cup.

With a bitter smile, Walm raised the cup, and Squad Commander Duwei poured the half-remaining into the cup and drank it all at once.

Walm was impressed with how he drank, but more than that he was worried that the other members wouldn’t get their share. So, he turned to the surroundings to check it, and he saw that other members of the squad were also holding a bottle of alcohol.

“Walm, your face looks strange”

Jose sitting on the right was smiling with a beer barrel. It would be hard to see his face in the dark if you didn’t squint, as his skin was dark.

Jose, a soldier who had been paired with Walm since he joined the army, he was trusted to secure supplies and information. In short, a reliable person.

His hair was curly. But contrary to his cheerful appearance, he also had a rather harsh side.

“I mean, how could we’ve that much alcohol…”

“It seems that when one of the enemy commanders was taken prisoner, he had a “magic bag” with him. It was said that there was a lot of booze for victory in it.”

“Magic bag”, was said as the vital item to the circulation of goods in this world, the one which support logistics. Even though it was about the size of a waist bag, it could hold a lot of supplies, but the amount it could hold were varied. Walm was seeking for this item, but it was too difficult to obtain.

There were two main acquisition routes: you could find it as a relic inside the labyrinths and ruins. Or you could get it from the Aleinard Forest Alliance, where the world tree was located, as a small number of magic bags were created by them

Since Aleinard kept the production method secret, it owned only by aristocrats and large merchants in addition to the army. The one excavated from archaeological sites and labyrinths were said to have a larger capacity.

Jose said that other than those people the ones who might have it were adventurers, who might have many opportunities to acquire it, like from the labyrinths and ruins.

“That’s why we should celebrate it. Thank you for the riches of Liberitoa.”

Beer was poured this time instead of the wine that he drank earlier. Since there was no ice or refrigerator, it was a normal temperature beer, but Walm continued to drink it and thought that, the unique sweetness, sourness and the bitterness that comes at the end weren’t bad.

On the side, there were salted herrings. Because it was salted, it was quite salty, still compared to the sweat that flew out during the battle, it wasn’t that. If you had that with beer, it would be just right. 

Killing people and celebrating with your comrades on the side of the corpses. A world with different values ​​and laws. In such a world, he had a hard time and suffered, to adapt. Still, he did that, as that was the only way Walm could survive.

Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau ch 1

I’m on the way of upgrading the quality of this ch (50%/100%)


1. Chapter 1

The scent was spreading throughout Walm’s nasal passages. It was the smell of human manure and internal organs, a smell he was familiar with.

Although the full clash between the two armies hadn’t yet come, it was true that the battlefield had already started.

Crushing each other, the arrows and magic shot from a long distance kept attacking the poor soldiers, spreading their viscera into the air.

There, Walm’s heart was beating with tense, but still his feet continued to kick the ground. The poor breastplate was shacking as if to assert itself, making a metallic sound.

Walm had already tried his best to put up with the smell for him to breathe efficiently but now, he was forced to put up with the sight in front of him. 

Couldn’t stand both of it anymore, he screamed.

“Uwoooooo,Woooooooooooooooooooo,oooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Words without real meaning. If there was, it must be a primitive meaning of inspiring oneself while threating the other party. 

On Walm’s hands, he was holding a 2.5-meter-long spear, while the dented armor was protecting his torso and head.

The same for the people around him. In ‘that place’, it was the formal attire. The red-black stains that couldn’t be removed seemed to be the fashion, but that substances were a proof of the tragedy of its previous owner. It was as if the stains told Walm eloquently what had happened.

Raizou ​​Takakura, or in this new life called, Walm. He was at war.

Walm was at war, but it wasn’t as modern as World War I and World War II that he knew from history, where iron, gunpowder, and science and technology were used abundantly.

It was a medieval war, where iron hit another iron, iron hit people body, and the body itself used to hit another body. In a unique way there were 《Magic》, 《Skills》, magic tools or items, and mysterious creatures too. And Walm had tasted all of it.

The man who was once named, Raizou ​​Takakura, received his second life as the third son of a farmer in a world different from the earth.

Walm, who was reborn with a new body and name, he enjoyed his youth in the fields and soils. But what waiting for him was the war draft.

Walm and his family had been given money in advance. After one month of training, he then went to the front lines.

If the nation had strength to spare, regular soldiers who had been trained for many years would be asked to join the war too.

But, to the empire which was in war all year, that wasn’t the case. Unfortunately, Walm was one of the people in such a place.

It was determined that a month of training would be sufficient for a large number of infantries. So, the rest of the education was on-site education, something that Walm had experienced in his previous life.

According to Walm, the immediate introduction of OJT (On-the-Job-Training) was the best. After all, if you failed, you would lose your life.

Half a year after he was in military service, Walm survived the first battle, and now, it would be his 11th battle.

The ones who were once on the same military service group with Walm had mostly disappeared, completely. Some had their organs exposed, some had their head crushed, and some had their whole body burned by ‘Magic’. There were many variations in how to die, really… there were a wide variety of ways to die.

Thankfully, the enemy would be the one to perform the cremation and burial. You could say, it was like coming to a death amusement park. It might be not pleasant, but you wouldn’t get bored there.

Walm, who enjoyed a peaceful world, was barely able to stay alive in the first match. But ironically, only Walm remained alive. In a situation where ‘every second matters’, the fact that he could stay alive ―― He had no choice but to laugh at it.

The number killed by Walm was not just a few, it was over dozens. The enemy soldiers wouldn’t disappear even if he were crouching on the ground, even if his hands were shaking, even if his legs were to lose the strength to move. And even if he vomited after he took someone’s life for the first time, there was no one waiting for him.

If there was a chance, his comrades would kill the enemy soldiers from the side, but Walm, who had experienced the battlefield many times, already stopped expecting it.

It wasn’t the Highserk Empire, his homeland, or the God’s guidance that saved him, but the 2.5m spear temporarily lent by the Empire and the 90cm longsword he picked up at the battlefield.

In a battlefield, everyone was equal. Walm believed so from the bottom of his heart. Death came fairly to men and women of all ages.

In that kind mess of thought, Walm had reached a distance where he could clearly see the other person’s face.

It was a light infantry of the Liberitoa Trade Federation that Walm had tired of seeing. Although he was a militia from the enemy’ country, he might be in a same situation as Walm. He speculated that everyone was pale because of anxiety due to the lack of experience.

The two were approaching the deadly distance. The tip of their spear crossed without any signal. The enemy’s spear approached Walm’s body, but it hit the breastplate. Scratching it, he parred the attack with his half body, and the spear deviated.

Walm was exempted from collapsing together. The spear he held at the waist was then aimed at the enemy soldier’s throat, and he thrusted it. The enemy soldier tried to deflect it with the spearhead of the spear he just pulled back, but the real aim was the lower body without armor.

The enemy soldier distorted his face when he felt the spear stuck in his thigh. The wound that might had reached the bone caused severe pain to the body and instantly robbed a large amount of blood.

An enemy soldier, who barely held the spear and couldn’t resist the spear thrusted by Walm again and again, sank to the ground. There was a sign of him breathing, albeit it was only a slight, but since he fell to the ground in the front line, what was waiting for him was, crushed to death by the footsteps of the army.

Too bad…

Walm turned away from the soldiers who were trampled by both armies.

Another soldier switches to the vacant spot. But even though the soldier had a pale face like the last one, Walm felt the soldier that just came was better than before.

The battle with the tip of a spear happened, but the battle couldn’t be settled by just that. Walm thought the soldier might be a disposable one since he was in the front line, but unfortunately the soldier didn’t seem to be a virgin in combat.

The tip of their spear was hitting each other’s violently. The Liberitoa soldier flicked the tip of the spear from below, stepped in and smiled as he was convinced of his victory. But, Walm bowed and accepted the attack using his head.

Walm was wearing a cervelliere on his head. From the frontal bone to the parietal bone, it was protected by a circular bowl made of iron. The neck was protected by the chain, and the temporal region was protected by a flat plate extending from the bowl to the cheeks.

The spear hit the temple of Walm’s left side but, it slipped and deflected upwards.

Clenching his teeth, Walm hold the dull pain. He then thrusted his spear into the face of the Liberitoa soldier, who was not smiling anymore, twice.

The first thrust was on the cheek, and the second one was to the eye. The spear tip went through the eyeball, causing fatal damage to the brain. By the time Walm repositioned his spear, the enemy soldier who lost his live was like a doll with a broken thread, falling on his feet.

“F**k”

Walm gave off a curse words in a small voice. He had killed two people, but of course the battle wouldn’t end with just that. Another enemy soldier jumped into Walm while growling.

Walm thrusted his spear to intercept the soldier as if he refused to associate with the soldier, who was suddenly came like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf, but the spear was repelled by the armor.

Armored from the feet to the head stands in front of Walm. Considering the equipment, it was a difficult enemy perhaps the commander of ten soldiers or the commander of a small platoon.

The two-handed sword that was unleashed with the momentum approached Walm’s throat.

Abandoned the spear and caught the sword with the round shield that Walm took from his back. Unlike the attack he received up until now, the blow was really heavy. From that blow he felt the high skill of the enemy.

The round shield was scratched diagonally, and the impact left behind caused Walm’s palm to become numb.

Walm learned from experience that it was a bad idea to rest your hands and gave control of the combat to the other party. So, he pulled out the longsword and slashed it from the bottom toward the throat, but it was repelled by the back of the soldier’s hand.

Tilted the round shield to the left to parry the two-handed sword swung down from the top. The shield was scratched again and an intersect of the slash with previous slash could be seen on it.

Walm felt nervous thought that he couldn’t stand the third slash. There were also differences in armor, and if he tried to slash each other, he would inevitably lose.

Walm was ready to step on, folded his shoulders, put his weight on it, and pushed it in with a round shield. It would be a momentary push, but there was also the fact that it was immediately after the big swing, so the enemy soldiers lose their posture slightly behind.

Use the situation where the view blocked by the round shield to push the longsword into the soldier feet from the back of the shield.

The chain hanged down from the waist to thighs, so only the cutting edge pierces the skin, but the enemy soldier who received the sharp longsword leaked his voice.

The soldier flew back while swung down the two-handed sword but seeing that he was not standing on the ground properly, Walm didn’t miss the opportunity.

The slash was slower than the previous speed, and Walm was able to look ahead. He stepped more than the enemy to close the distance and thrusted the blade from below as if he was rub it up with armor.

“Uhhhhh, Aarggh?!”

When the blade entered through the lower jaw of the enemy soldier, it broke open the palate and reached the brain. The enemy soldier who lost his strength momentarily sticked further to the tip of the sword under his own weight. Walm didn’t even have to confirm.

In order to divert the load on the sword, Walm threw it sideways. Everyone was focused about the opponent in front of them, but one of the enemy soldiers noticed Walm.

“The platoon leader?!”

Walm saw the soldiers around him upset. A scream-like shout was heard as the offensive moves accelerated accordingly.

“He’s a Magic User!!!”

When the magical power swirled from the group of enemies, a fireball was released from the hand. Walm reflexively raised his shield and bended to the ground. The fatal destruction that he was afraid of did not come, and it landed a few meters away.

The blast caused the hair to thicken and the skin to become hot. Walm bitterly smiled as he managed to avoid a direct hit with his shield and fellow body. The two who got hit directly were miserable.

Walm’s eyes, which had become accustomed to the battlefield, reflected the misery of his friends. One had his arms burned to the middle and was torn apart, and the other’s head had completely disappeared. Fresh pieces of meat stuck to the helmet he wore, leaving burnt blood.

Some people threw spears at the abominable Magic User, but while being protected by the soldiers around them, they slipped into the formation. The enemy Magic User soldier was cherished like their own first son, and Walm spitted out, saying he was really envious.

Walm learned that even in a world where one in ten has some magic aptitude, the one who could use Magic were treated as rare and were more valuable than ordinary soldiers.

‘Most of the time, they support from the side or back of the infantry, but probably the Liberitoa Trade Federation feel the unfavorable situation, now they mix them inside the infantry’, Walm thought so.

Mixing with the hustle and bustle of people, Walm could hear the roaring sound of explosions and the wind noise of wind Magic. Seeing an ice spear extending from the back of a friendly army piercing the enemy’s shoulder with a shield, Walm slammed his longsword horizontally so as not to miss an opportunity.

The longsword broke through the defenses of the soldier arms and slashed his throat.

Blood spilled out like a broken water pipe, and the enemy soldiers squeezed their throats in distress, but as Walm expected, they only extended their lifespan by tens of seconds.

Furthermore, when the third person that Walm killed on that day, a voice that determined the war situation that he had been waiting for roared from a distance.

“Friendly troops have pushed the sides!”

While the infantries were holding up in front, the light infantry overtook the enemy’s side forces and assaulted the main force from the side.

In the unfavorable situation, whatever the commander of Liberitoa army did, couldn’t turn over the situation anymore, he did a bad job as a commander.

“Keep pressing. The enemy formation has collapsed!!!”

When the voice of the squad leader who dedicated his blood-soaked sword to heaven echoed, the soldiers responded with as much roar as possible.

The enemies who stood up in the onslaught from the front and sides tried hard to rebuild their formation, but the collapsed unit began to run, and the formation was torn into pieces.

The semi-siege from the one-wing breakthrough that Walm experienced many times was being completed. It was a tactic that the Highserk Empire was good at.

The left side of the enemy which was left on the battlefield was a soldier whose command system did not work properly, a soldier who continued to fight despite the situation, and a soldier who prioritized escape.

And so, the soldier of Highserk empire started to attack the Liberitoa army which lost the function as an army, lost half of the soldiers, and were running all over place to save their own life.

Arrows and spears attacked soldiers who threw away their weapons and shields and the one who tried to escape. The soldiers who caught up on their run was thrusted with a war hammer into the back of their heads.

Some of the old strong men could hold a few numbers of the Highserk troops, but now they were beaten and slaughtered from the top of their armor, or they attacked with five or six spears together, and so their last resistance was just a vain manner.

In a two-hour battle, the Liberitoa Trade Federation lost 60% of its troops, and the conflicting borders were greatly inclined to the Highserk Empire.

Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau Prolouge

Maybe this look like a generic Novel based from this prologue… but it’s actually not that generic (To the point where I’ve read, it’s dark and gore)…


Prologue

A pleasant time ended with a high-pitched sound. Raizou ​​Takakura reluctantly opened his tightly closed heavy eyelids.

The body pillow was wet with drool, and the summer blanket was twisted and could no longer even distinguished between the front and back. The cause of the noise was still ringing at the bedside.

Raizou always ​​randomly changed the alarm sound every day, but the song selected that day was a time bomb-themed alarm sound.

The sound suitable for the time when the morning almost over made Raizou’s eyes looked like he was angry. The blurred vision was useless, so he groped around with his right hand, and finally grabbed the ‘victory’.

After completing the troublesome approval screen, the annoying alarm clock was silenced. Then, Raizou pulled out the charging cord and placed it on the desk. He ​​finally got up. He felt annoying to hear the creaking tone of the old bed.

“Aah, I’m so tired.”

Raizou ​​speculated that the cause of fatigue might be due to overtime work that lasted until late the day before, but he had sent the email just in time. He thought that it would be nice to have a radiant morning with relief and a sense of accomplishment once in a while, but it was only fatigue that had continued since last month.

Contrary to the gloomy mood, the bright sunlight entered the room from the opened curtain. Raizou, who squinted his eyes, sighed a little.

I’m not in my perfect condition these days. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I’m in a bad condition. 

Raizou ​​made an unpleasant sound when he turned his head. He went to the sink to change his mood.

The cracked floor squeaked every time when Raizou ​​walked. It was like a duet between the sound of bare feet and the squeaking sound.

Reflected In the mirror was a man, Raizou ​​Takakura, 33 years old, single. 

Raizou ​​laughed at the wrinkles on his face which was appropriate to his age, dark circles under the eyes showing his accumulated fatigue, but at least his face has not really changed.

“Baby face is good…”

Even when he was a new employee, he was mistaken for a mid-career employee. Raizou ​​still remembered being terribly upset when he was suddenly asked about the future schedule at the site he was working.

Twisted the knob on the water faucet, washed the face with cold water and straightened the hair to get rid of the laziness. 

Raizou ​​paid attention to the sink in front of him, he noticed that a considerable amount of hair was scattered.

“Are you kidding me?”

Raizou didn’t dye his hair or grow it long, he had lived with normal hairstyle until now. So, he wondered if his hair roots have some complaints. Raizou ​​held a grudge against his hair, but nothing he could do.

Raizou ​​took milk from the refrigerator and a cup from the shelf and sat at the desk. Before having a breakfast, he reached for the remote control at the table and turned on the morning news.

『”It was an incident in which young people who were visiting a certain city in a certain prefecture went missing, but it turned out that they could not contact the 13 Ground Self-Defense Force members who were searching.”』

『”The container ship ‘NTR’ owned by ◯◯ Corporation and the ‘Erotic Saline’ belonging to Saline Company have sunk in the port of Yokohama. The detailed cause is unknown, but it seems that both ships sank after being hit by a large impact on the bottom of the ship below the waterline. There is a suspicion that a submarine of unknown affiliation collided――”』

『”What an unpleasant disaster. Mysterious phenomena continue all over the world. Even though it was just said that an unidentified aurora turmoil had just occurred in Tokyo the other day, it seems as if the world has come to an end.”』

This high-pitched commentator appeared on the screen. Raizou ​​hated the commentator a little, but he agreed with the comments. Since the end of last year, strange phenomena had occurred all over the world… The land, sea, and air.

An interview with a self-proclaimed shrine maiden who was spreading her arms to communicate with GOD, an interview with an old man whose dog was taken away by a green humanoid monster, and a story about the destruction of all the flora and fauna of the mountain in an instant.

Raizo didn’t hate watching that kind of news on TV. It might be a lie, but at least it was interesting.

“Hmm!”

Raizo opened the bag of bread he bought in an exaggerated behavior, then he brought it into his mouth. The sweetness that can be called ‘extreme sugar’ could be tasted from the soft bread.

Raizou ​​realized that the bread was a new product, melon chocolate caramel cream bun, but it was bad. [TN: Yep, I guess so…]

Raizou poured the bread that remained in his mouth with milk while frowning. In such a condition, Raizou, who was getting ready in the morning, noticed the sound of the clock and checked the time… It’s a good time to get on the commuter train.

After brushing his teeth, Raizou ​​began to get ready. ‘The morning preparation’ that he had cultivated for more than a dozen years was his speciality.

Put on black socks and closed the button on the ironed shirt in the shortest possible time. Put on the upper and lower suits, put on the wristwatch, and Raizou was ready to go.

Raizou also checked the business card holder, smartphone, work bag. It was his three sacred treasures. If he had this, he was confidence that he can overcome any situation.

Wore the worn-out leather shoes while trimming the heels and headed outside.

Raizou ​​knew that there was a trick to closing the old door. You needed to lift it up lightly and turned the lock quickly. He was wondering whether the hinges were the cause, or that the door was warped because the entire apartment was aging.

Raizou ​​was frightened for a moment by the outside temperature, but he did not hesitate and pushed out. He passed through the narrow corridor and went down the stairs with heavy breathing.

Raizou ​​missed his youth… it’s not like this when I’m in my twenties.

With a sound far from rhythmic, the rest was three steps. Raizou, who tried to step further, called out for something wrong with his body.

“Uhhh, Arrghh? Ahhh, Aahhhhhhh!!”

It came abruptly. Raizou held his chest down with the intense pain that came without warning. He couldn’t endure the pain and so he couldn’t help but to rolled down.

Raizou grabbed the wall or something and tried to stand up, but he couldn’t stand the burning pain in his chest and the sensation of pressure on his body and, fell to the ground.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts… hurts. 

Raizou was choking. In addition to dizziness, the field of vision was distorted, and the cold sweat did not stop coming from his forehead. He couldn’t breathe properly, his limbs couldn’t move, so he had no choice but… just to look up to the sky.

Raizou was now out of the house with his hair was soiled with dust, and his half-opened mouth was smeared with saliva. He ​​reached out for help, but only that day somehow, there were no people around.

The edge of the field of vision shimmered, and the field of vision slowly darkened and narrowed. Raizou didn’t know what happened to his body, but one thing he could understand was… that… he… would die as it was–

I don’t want die. I still, want to live.

Raizou ​​slowly raised his right hand while his physical freedom was being lost one after another.

His hands were trembling like a fawn who just born. It was a ridiculous sight, but Raizou ​​couldn’t even afford to laugh.

Then, Raizou ​​vaguely remembered the weather forecast said that he should take measures against heat and be careful about heat stroke.

The terribly annoying cicada’s voice that Raizo hated so much… he couldn’t hear it. All that could be heard by him was the irregular breathing sounds and the weakening heartbeat.

Perhaps due to the darkening vision, Raizou ​​saw hallucinations. The ground where he was fallen, was dyed black and swirled. Countless shadow of midget-like person came out from inside.

The shadow surrounded Raizou ​​and tried to drag him into the hole. It was like a scene that appears in some travel journals.

Oh, it’s really a hallucination… at last, it’s finally over.

Although it was faint, Raizou heard someone happily calling his name, but he could no longer hear it, and his consciousness was completely lost.