Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

A boy who left behind the unbearable is gushing and slashing Marutai unconsciously. For a long time, he was waving his sword or whenever the boy moved, his sweat splashed and reflected the light.

"Yah!"

The temperamental voice and the slaughter carried out spatteringly and beautifully amputate the boy's taller Marutai. The boy stops waving his sword to Marutai, who fell once after a gotten sound according to gravity, and rushes closer. And the boy called me with a full grin when he checked the section of the Marutai he had slashed himself.

"Dear Obza! Look at that! [Both] Got it!

I turn to the boy who screams with a voice of unhidden joy, too, with a grin.

"Did you get the skills?

"Yes! He said he got [both]!

"Good for you. Good luck with that."

"Thank you!

I will stroke the boy's head with one hand Marutai, who made a unique cross section when he slashed him with his skills. If that's how you work the boy hard, the boy laughed proudly.

"Will you praise your father, too?

"Of course. I'm sure the captain will praise you for" doing well. "

"I'm calling my father!

"Oh. Now that it's a break, aren't you even in the dining room?

"I'm coming!

"Don't fall!

"Yes!"

Drop off the boy's back who went to report his skill acquisition to his esteemed father in a light foothold. The boy's father, contrary to his stern face, is a family man. I'm sure for some reason, the whole family will celebrate the boy's acquisition of skills this evening.

With a tough face on his face, he will return the break to see the skills acquired by the boy. I will prepare a new Marutai for the boy, thinking of the captain.

Look for something thick that the boy is likely to slash from among the more prepared round-tails.

I wonder if I can do this while rolling a gobbling marutai, choosing a round bigger than the one the boy slashed earlier, and sticking it out to the ground. When I held a few round-tails in my hand to keep the round-tails from getting in the way I was rolling at last, I remembered a certain boy.

'Eh! So you're telling me that's enough!? I don't want to hear that!

What is wrong with that girl who shouted so in a sad voice? Winn's nephew, who had more talent and potential than anyone I had ever met, was distressed and crying over the talent of the only spear he could not hold.

............... he was a very strong heart.

But that's why I made the wrong choice, poor child.

Unlike Winn, who became a civilian without liking the battle, who said he was Winn's nephew again, he acquired sword skills one after another just because I showed him a sample. I was so blessed with swordsmanship that I was jealous, even magic was blessed with magic, and poor hands possessed an aptitude other than the restorative magic of something. But ironically, that kid didn't have the only spear aptitude he wanted.

'Do you think I can be the [Spear Brave]?

The kid who asked me that while moisturizing his purple eyes came to a halt the next day asking me to keep my skills quiet with a large sum of money that wasn't the amount less than ten kids could have available.

It wasn't the sad look I was showing until then, it wasn't the face full of despair, and I couldn't say no to that child's offer to show the face of a full, prepared man.

If I'm wrong, how much is my sin that I couldn't stop that kid from going down Tsutsu's path, knowing that one day he would call for ruin?

............... If it wasn't that Aginis family who was born,

I think it would have been easier for her to live.

The name of the Aginis family, born two generations after [Spear Brave], is a name I have heard of once if it holds a weapon in my hand. And naturally it was the third generation [Spear Brave] that was asked of that child, who was born as an heir to such a house.

I think of the aftermath of that child who, because of his origins and the surrounding environment, and above all the kindness with which he tried to fully meet the affections and expectations placed on him, could not help but cling to the aptitude of the only spear he could not hold.

Would my words have reached that child when I threw him on the little back that ran away without swinging?

"- Dear Sir of the!

Called in a joyful voice, it makes it much more real.

The boy's face, which is a stern face but returns with a gentle look at the father staring at his son, is full of joy and confidence, and so different from the look the child had just remembered had on his face, an unspeakable emotion springs up like a bone caught in his throat.

"Dear Obza?

But a boy who can't possibly know such a sentiment about me comes to my side with his father in a strange face.

The idea of what kind of smile would that kid have on the look of a boy who would change corny year after year is overwhelming.

"Uh-huh. What's up, Obza? You look like you've been daydreaming."

"... No, I was just being a little vocal. - No, it was faster than that, right? Weren't you on break?

"Oh, my lord. I was just looking for you."

"Winn did?

"Oh. He told me to tell him to 'come to the office right now' when I found you. I hear you've been angry for a long time, but what have you done now?

"Huh? I don't think I've done anything lately."

I called you from the dining room. If you ask for a reason to come out early, Winn tells me you're calling me, and I'll snap your neck. I think I've grown up lately with some requests to tell you about the boy's sword...... Is something wrong? and I try to find the cause of Wynn's anger in my memory but I can't find it, and I got more and more necked.

".................. just go to your lord for now. Because it's your fault anyway."

"That graffiti is terrible."

"Say what. Aren't you the only one who pisses off that warm lord?"

"Were you that angry?

"Sounds like it. The first newcomers who asked me to tell them rushed into the sword screen too pale. That warm lord was like Shura."

"Ahhh."

He's seriously bumpy, I think of a friend on the verge of corruption. I have no idea, but if I don't apologize soon, it looks like I'm in danger.

"............... you're so angry, you have to go"

"Oh. Go quickly"

"Yes, sir. - Oh, yeah, I got that whole thing ready for you, so don't look at your skills properly, okay? I tried so hard to surprise you by practicing in confidence."

"Mmm."

"I worked hard to get my admiring father to praise me, so praise me properly."

"……… I understand"

"Good luck, Father"

"Go quickly!

"Yes, sir."

Tell the lighter and clumsy father to praise his hard-working son properly and leave the scene behind.

At goodbye, I replied gently with my hands up to the boy waving as I thanked him, biting off a laugh at my father, who paid off with a trick that would drive him away from the sight of his son.

The last time I looked back, I saw a boy proudly pulling his father's hand and a father loosening his eyes while pretending to flatter such a boy.

That boy is lucky.

Like his father, known as the Three Swordsmen of Gladius, that boy has the aptitude of a sword. It depends on the boy's efforts to be able to cross his father, but a boy who has sincere respect for his father, who is heavily used to win, will follow his father's back and blossom his talent.

That boy doesn't know how happy his life is that he can continue to follow the back he wants to chase as he deserves.

And I couldn't chase him, so I had to go down Tsu's path, and so did that girl.

Come on, boy.

With tears full of anxiety and despair, thinking of that child who endured without overflowing tears to the end, I wanted that boy to at least live a happy life.

Concon con.

"Yes."

"Coming in, Wynn"

Gacha and the door with a specially prepared door knob for Wynn, who entered the son-in-law from another country, open without waiting for a reply. And in this country, where it dominates, he stepped into the office of the rarely miserable winner of construction as usual.

But for some reason, Winn, who was supposed to have replied, was not on the desk where he was always.

To the reply I did hear, is that it? and the moment I tilt my neck, a single arrow plunders my neck and stabs Ston and the hallway wall.

"What?"

"Shit. You're still a man of strong bad luck"

If I hadn't tilted my neck, I would surely have pulled the sword that was on my waist through the orbit of an arrow that was piercing my throat buddha and the look of Win pulling a new bow in the corner of the room, throwing it away with a bottom cold voice.

"Win!?

"Grow up!

"Can we be adults!

Shooting one arrow after another, he yells back at Wynn for impossibly placing an order asking him to be grown up.

Apparently, the newbie's phrase 'it was like Shura' was not a mistake though, and I'll be dating him for nearly thirty years, but in the meantime, to Winn's genuine anger I've only seen enough to count with one hand: "What have I done to you!?" and desperately spin memories.

I desperately thought of my thoughts as I cut the arrow that slowly quickened, but with no idea at all, I made an early noise of a situation where an arrow was released from a short distance of less than two meters.

"Hey!? Wait for me, Winn!

"Say no."

"No, wait! What the hell are you so angry about!?

"Uh-huh. What?

I ask my words, screaming in my heart, to the arrows that fly even shorter intervals.

"Uh, I just got a letter from Alan"

After answering my query with an unchallenged voice, I lean my neck in my heart towards Winn, who speeded up the speed of shooting arrows as he bit his lips off.

Win thinks of his distant nephew as his real brother. If that nephew wrote to you, what's wrong with this attitude today when he says he usually writes back in a floating manner or chooses a souvenir to send along? Did it say anything in the letter?

"- Poor thing. I guess I was somewhat shocked. The letters from Alan were all messed up, and at the end there were several traces of words jammed and rewritten."

"And I'm being shot right now, what's the relationship!?

I ask Winn, who has begun to put wind magic on the arrows while saying so in a sad caged voice, turning away from his earlier pale voice, trying his best to do so.

I knew there was something nasty going on with my nephew called the adorable [Thunderspear Brave]. Okay, but how did that connect to this situation?

I mean, cut the arrow from close range. What punishment game is that!?

"The letter says, 'I've done irrevocable things to Doyle. I'm a disqualified father,' it said! 'I never thought Doyle had no spear aptitude. Even though I didn't realize it, I wonder how that kid's been feeling until now, watching me put on the spear archery'!

"Huh!!?

"I'm not saying it's irrelevant! Why did you keep quiet until now!

Avoid a single piece of paper the arrow that flew in wrapping around the wind like a gowdy tornado. The arrow, which had once destroyed the door with a crisp and fierce sound, had destroyed not only the door, but the corridor wall as well.

It was Wynn who tried to shoot the next arrow with genuine anger, but it seems that the arrow barrel he was carrying was emptied, knocking the empty arrow on the floor without even trying to hide his frustration.

"Hey, take care of the tools."

"Six years ago! You should have known Doyle's aptitude! You let me see your face in person! Why didn't you tell me?

"That's uh-uh,"

"That's not all! The letter said, 'In his father's story, apparently Doyle knew more about his aptitude. How the hell did Doyle know about his fine fitness? It said'! - You must be the one who taught!? OF THE!!"

Breathe into Wynn's words without question marks, which were still so angry. At the same time, I felt the foreign body feeling in my throat fade slightly earlier.

"Oh, Doyle, did you say that?

"There's no way you're saying it!? More than Alan and the others don't know, you're the only one who could possibly know Doyle's suitability." Doyle, you told me your suitability! Really, Wynn!?

Drop your sword accidentally on Wynn's words and eagle at his shoulder.

Doyle, Winn, who mistakenly assumed I was asking if you had ripped my skills off, made me even more angry, but I didn't care about that stuff. If Winn's right, Doyle, you said your own fitness, it's because you can't be happier.

Because that means that you accepted reality and descended on your own volition on the Tsutsu path to ruin!

"Doyle, did you go to everyone yourself?!?

"What do you want from me that I've never seen before?"

"Answer me, Wynn!

Perhaps if I looked in the mirror now, my eyes would be shining like those of an earlier boy.

I feel my own breasts gush at the good news I was told as soon as I was remembering that I had stuck a terrible reality in that child who was still young.

That day 6 years ago.

I wanted Doyle, who has so many talents to live with a single spear, to know that it's unlimited possibilities. So, Doyle, I was just recommending that you train your sword, hoping that you would be critical to realizing your other talents.

But such a cheap idea of mine cornered you, Doyle.

I envied you, Doyle, as I saw in your skills if you actually started practicing swords, getting sword skills while you were looking around. The skills that I have been able to practice and gain over and over again, Doyle, are something that you will look to acquire.

Even though that's so awesome, I questioned your expression clouding every time I acquired one sword skill. And again, from corner to corner, Doyle, when I saw your aptitude and skill composition, I thought I'd done something irrevocable.

Doyle didn't have any spear-related aptitudes.

I've never cursed a fate prank more than then.

If you're allowed to confess, Doyle, the son of the [Spear Brave] is so loved by the world that he has the skill of [Blessing the World], I didn't think you had any spear-related aptitudes.

So I recommended the sword to you, Doyle, in a very cheap way.

And Doyle, by the time I realized you had no spear aptitude, it was too late.

Doyle, before I realized it, you knew you had no spear aptitude. Otherwise, tell me, "Do you think I can be [Spear Brave]? 'Cause I didn't have to ask.

Doyle asked me with a gruesome voice, and your eyes were shaken by anxiety, fear and giving up, and slight expectations. It's very painful to understand that the possibilities are close to zero, but still slightly hopeful. I was struck in the chest by the way I was afraid to ask for an answer.

That's why I can't delude his inquiry like that. I knew I'd hurt you, and I told you everything, Doyle. Hope you choose a path other than [Spear Brave].

But the young man chose the harshest and most barren path he didn't want me to choose.

If Doyle says to those around him that he will not succeed [Spear Brave] in his fitness, he will save me.

Doyle, I've been holding onto your chest for a long time. At that time, I thought many times about it because I shouldn't have taught my aptitude. I've always regretted that Doyle made such a sad decision because of what I told him about his cruel aptitude.

But if he chose a harsh and barren future and realized that there were other avenues, there was only one way to live up to expectations other than to be [Spear Brave], he wouldn't be so heart-saving.

"Tell me, Wynn! It's so important!

When I said that and asked desperately, Winn, who was angry with me, also felt something. He stopped blaming me any more and showed me a bare gesture to think. If I took my hand off Winn's shoulder like that and asked him to sit down on the floor scattered with broken arrows, I could hear a "fu" and a stirring sigh.

"Win!"

"I didn't forgive you. It wouldn't have been like this if you'd taught me or Alan that time."

"I know!

"Uh-oh, you really are,"

Wynn slowly rubbed his temples loose as to why he was in a rotten relationship with a guy like this, but in a pale tone that made him feel angry, he wrote a letter about you, Doyle, from that day on.

"So Alan's letter says by now, it's time to go with His Royal Highness King Grey to his first sleepover."

"Oh well. Often, that's all alone..."

I'm done listening to Wynn. I've overcome many setbacks on my own, and I've taken a big step forward. Doyle, I think of you.

I think you're a really awesome kid, Doyle, who once fell to the brink of obsolescence and by now seems to be shouldering a rivalry with the boy and his childhood friend, His Royal Highness the King.

I definitely wanted to see you, Doyle, when His Majesty the King allowed me to beg for forgiveness myself and proclaimed in front of many people that as that Aginis heir, as the blood of the heroes, I would live with all expectations and exceed the legend of life.

By the time we got there, how exactly was there frustration and regret, and how did we overcome despair? There must have been countless untold distress and grief.

I want to see you again.

I might not be qualified to do that to me, who could only do what he wanted with his mouth shut. But through many setbacks, I wanted to see you at first sight, Doyle, who grew big.

And if I could, I'd like to meet and talk, apologize for that time, and take that sword that I grew up with.

Doyle with the espada that Wynn cherished for the rest of his life, you will show strength far beyond my imagination. Espada and Doyle, your compatibility is as great as I think it is an extraction of heaven.

... I thought what an ironic thing to give you then, Doyle, but maybe that was given by God for you.

Espada combined with ice and snow magic is definitely the strongest. With its qualities as a [brave man], Doyle, if you let that immense magic force use it, it will be possible to defeat the Demon King alone if the conditions are met.

If you don't even stick to [Spear Brave], Doyle, you can undoubtedly be the strongest in the world.

I remember seeing Doyle that day, remembering your aptitude, the skills you can acquire, blessings and blessings. I think so.

Accommodation says it's an abyss forest, and there are no rumors that the Demon King has come out since [Thunder Spear Brave] defeated it. Outreach By now, he may have defeated the Demon King.

I imagine you, Doyle, who seems so improbable and possibly out-of-the-box, and laughs abound.

"What are you laughing at? Doyle, I told you a story. Now it's your turn to talk."

"Sorry, I can't"

"Huh!?

"'Cause Doyle's been stalling me about that time. I got a shutdown fee, too."

"That's how I'm convinced, - where are you going ob the! We're not done talking yet!

"Hey! I know you're telling me to wait, but of the!" and think about how to sprinkle them as they flee the wins that follow them with arrows unleashed in shapes like Shura's.

Doyle, if I'm going to see you, I'm going to have to get Winn to put a connection on you, but you won't be able to do it today like that.

I just saw a letter from Master Alan. Winn is emotional, for better or worse. If it wasn't for Winn, who cooled his head in a couple of days, he wouldn't even respond to the discussion.

Doyle, I've got a hell of a lot of money to shut you down, so we need to keep our secrets to the end.

If I don't at least do that, I can't face you, Doyle.

It would be extremely difficult to persuade Winn, who forgets me as soon as the dearest sisters are involved, not to say anything about that day. But I'm going to meet you somehow, Doyle.

I hope you're laughing.

Sometimes my stay was short, and Doyle in my memory, you had only a crying face, a face full of despair, a face I had decided to be ready for and a look on my children's face.

I want to see him laughing at you, Doyle, who has grown up enough to enroll in the high school, with friends who may not be able to smile childish, but who can at least forgive me.

That's right!

It's a corner, so with that shutdown fee, Doyle, let's buy you and your friends a souvenir and go!

Interpretation, the stopping fee received because it was a 9-year-old's allowance, half of the townspeople's annual income was loosely exceeded, and at the time I learned war over the financial strength of the Duke's son in the great country. For this reason, the stopping fee I received at that time is the same as it was, so I didn't get my hands on it.

You won't receive it anyway if you take it, so let's swap it for a souvenir and take it.

"Of the!"

Listening to Winn calling me on my back, I self-admire that souvenirs are a good idea while I'm at it. With this country's specialties in mind, I'm about to grow into a fine young man, Doyle, and I pictured you in a sunny way.