My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

The age of mindfulness is four.

It was a walk in the woods with an adult companion, when only one person was left with a potoon.

At that time, I did think.

I'm not going to die like this.

That was, as far as I can remember, the oldest memory.

In the middle of the night, I trembled remembering the howls of wolves heard in the distance and the fear of the noise of the woods shuddering.

And now I thought about being in the middle of that fear, and I had a feeling of death.

What I thought to my child was that I had to go home on my own.

No adult, no older child you can count on, no one around you. I'm the only one. You have to do something about it yourself.

That's all I understood properly.

That's when I learned, "Breathe down, move not found by the beast, look for clues".

I couldn't help but cry, but I put up with it.

Well, actually, I killed my voice and kept it just to cry a little. Just a little.

While sweating slightly out of my eyes, I thought calmly, calmly, and back the way I came.

To the village, it's not that far.

I followed you on foot anyway.

There are no footprints left when you look at the ground.

But just for a second, there's a part of the grass that's falling.

Maybe this is where we came from.

So sure, I followed it and went home on my own.

Later on, it was a forest near the village. It's not a forest or anything. There are no beasts that attack people. It just seemed that way to me when I was four.

- It should be noted that none of the adults I was pulling or the kids I went with realized that I wasn't there or that I left them in the woods.

He wasn't originally noticeable.

I mean, he was a pretty big kid.

I grew up being told frequently that I was there when I realized it, that I didn't have a presence, that if I was there, call me.

Ever since there was one incident in the woods, a strange consciousness had always arisen "not to be found by external enemies", in case we faced a similar situation again.

Its external enemies were escapes after flirting with adults with friends, from his sister, who was a kid general, or from his mother, who comes after him with vegetables he hates.

To purposefully erase the presence, not the absence of it.

Not so that no one notices, but deliberately turns off the footsteps.

This is how I became a "child with a thin shadow".

After that, I spent nothing, but the incident happened when I was ten.

The village where I was born was poor with few people, so my children were also considered to be some source of labour.

After the age of nine, I got to talking about...

My sister felt like she was just noticeably active and energetic, as opposed to me, when she was already plowing the barrier fields and playing around in her free time.

But an unexpected cross spear went in here.

Living in the same village, he is an old hunter/vector.

Looks like my parents wanted me to help with field work and stuff, but I got to work under a hunter who lives in a village.

Because the thinness of my shadow...... no, the vector who noticed me deliberately trying to hide from all sorts of things anticipated that habit.

Techniques to sneak up on prey.

technology that is not distracted by prey.

He said that's for hunters, and he convinced his parents he definitely wanted it for his disciples.

My will?

I agreed with you in an instant because I was likely to eat meat from animals that I rarely could eat. I wanted to eat more meat than I did when I became a hunter. The motive is meat.

As Vect had seen, I quickly blossomed my talent as a hunter, apprenticing and hunting rabbits and birds on the third day with short bows for children.

It was the beginning of a whirling meat festival.

Both his parents and his unusually active sister rejoiced in the meat that had begun to line up a little at the poor minister's table.

Of course I was happy.

"Yikes yay yay!! Meat! Meat!

At first glance everyone might be surprised enough to pull on my sister's floating, but I was most pleased. Happier than anyone. I was firmly pleased just not to put it on the table.

The incident occurred about a year after the apprenticeship.

The job of a hunter is to live side by side with danger.

"Ah."

We were going through the woods together in search of prey, hunter vectors farted. It has already come to a great deal. It was such an explosive roar that a little bird resting on its wings in a nearby tree escaped.

Well, it's a physiological phenomenon. I have no choice.

Kids know that there are things that come out.

But I want you to think about it.

the height of a large adult and a child.

That's right.

It is a direct hit.

In the face of the disciple who was chasing after the master, the fierce poison gas is a direct hit.

"Ugh, fuck you - ah... wow!

There was nothing under my feet that flew away trying to escape.

Yes, there was no ground where we tried to escape.

Because the side was a sharp angle slope.

He slipped over the dead leaves, hit the trees, and rolled down. That already fell flashy.

- My memories are broken here.

Later I heard that he seemed to have struck his head and was unconscious for about a whole day, wandering the frontier of life and death.

"Sorry! I'm sorry my fart tried to kill you!

He cried and apologized to his master, the hunter Vect.

I said, "That was my failure."

I knew the side was sloping. I was walking around that place, following my master and killing footsteps.

Suddenly, the roar and poison gas unleashed on the world hit my face and accidentally ran away that way, it's my failure.

But.

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted you to apologize for the direct blow and smell of farts rather than for farting.

No, the smell may not help him or her.

But anyway, the direct hit was definitely deliberate. Intentionally. That's what Vectors are for. He's an old man who likes to tease kids. So it must have definitely been an attack aimed at my face.

I couldn't have said that for real when I saw a good old adult crying so much.

Thus, my case is closed.

- There's only one problem left.

Is it because I hit my head?

Or did you hurt your eyes then?

From this incident, I lost my eye just a little bit.

Nearby objects can be seen properly, but distant objects can't be seen more than before. What I used to see was only blurred.

Well, it's not a big deal, that's all right.

I, Albato Village Hunter Apprentice Ayle, turn fifteen and celebrate selection day.

And I got a "quality" that I don't really know about, "glasses".

I don't know, just think about it.

My eyes went blind from a fart-dying incident, and it means I may be a thankful force everywhere.

In the city there was a vision correcting machine called "glasses," which was a substitute for poor children in poor houses in poor villages as far away as the journey to the city.

If that's what "glasses" are for as long as you read them.

"... glasses?

Let go of your hand from the crystal of choice, look at the hand you were touching, and squeal.

Then...

A strange thing was born in the palm of my hand, as my strength slipped away from my body.

- I can tell by the senses.

- There's a force that's falling out now, living in this.

Speaking of which, I've seen a traveling merchant put something just like this on his face. I didn't ask you anything because it was a hassle.

But I'm sure those were "glasses".

So, how do you use this, born in my hands?

"... whoa"

Two twills to hang on your ear.

Clear glass installed right in front of both eyes.

And what you see over the glass is a bright world.

The previously blurred and cloudy scenery makes the world look clear through glass.

"Bu, a physical summons...!?

"Huh!? Is this a physical summons!? Glasses!?

The soldiers are bewildered, and that propagates to the village.

Glasses, glasses, and everyone is confused with a question mark.

I'm convinced, looking around that I can see bright and clear.

Well, did I have the "qualities to make glasses"?

…………

What the hell is that?

What's the point?

Well, you need "glasses" for me, so you're welcome.

Physical summons.

It's a form of witchcraft that requires "witchcraft." It is a force that creates, creates something literally material.

At the ceremony of selection, it's a hit.

Because physical summonses are "magical qualities".

However, the problem is that the object that can be physically summoned is "glasses," which means that its use is too limited.

Soldiers, village chiefs, village people.

If it's a "little knife," for example, or simply "I can put out a fire," I think it sprung up normally.

I would have honestly welcomed the fact that so many magician eggs were born in the country with this nothing. Like when I was my sister Horn.

But it's "glasses".

My "qualities" are "glasses".

More specifically, it is the birth of a magician who produces glasses.

I don't think it's necessary to be confused.

Perhaps the only person who's simply happy is me who needed "glasses".

Subtle force?

This is outrageous.

It's more than anything I ever wanted.

It may seem calm at first sight, but I was so damn happy that I hadn't been in recent years. I was as happy as I was when I first hunted rabbits. I was as impressed as I was when I ate my own bunny and it was good. I really did.

With this, you will be able to target your prey, even at medium to long distances.

You don't have to get close to the prey until you can clearly see it anymore.

Hunting is more efficient than ever.

- The village had subtle air, and the fog of confusion didn't seem clear, whether it was pleasant or something that could be made into a story of the birth and laughter of a soggy sorcerer.

But I was happy.

From the side, it may not have looked that way.