Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

For the rat, the world was a weak predator.

Born small, but therefore exploited by giant creatures, they take even the beds they finally find in their thoughts.

Life with little food and not even water to mouth.

Ever since birth, it has always been, but still, the rat had not forsaken kindness.

- Maybe it was instinct.

Occasionally, rats think that.

Having survived one hell of a world, believing only in myself, rats grew up much bigger and stronger than other rats.

Of course, nevertheless, rats are only rats.

Big creatures...... with dreams again, such as against humans and demons, you can only prolong your life by running through the darkness of the city and snatching food from their leftovers and reservoirs.

Occasionally, humans find them and drive them away.

For one or two, there was room to counter the large grown mice as well.

Rats, not just rats, are now classified as demons, which is why they had the power to fight only marginally.

But if there are four or five more opponents, even if it's not a terribly strong person known as the Adventurer, you don't want to escape.

I'm not proud of you.

Such a thing, God did not give to the rat.

Living was what it was, just living was what was important to rats.

Yet.

The other rats gathered together, relying on the mice that were large and stronger for them.

Even so, the numbers are small.

Just a small number of about three or four.

Besides, they were all nose knobs who were kicked out of other herds.

The flock of mice (Petite Suri) is dominated by a very strict upward and downward relationship.

Those who challenge and defeat the boss will be driven out of the flock, with or without their presence.

As I say, die alone.

It's a terrible story, it's easy to say, but for rats, the world is equally hell.

If you try to stay in the herd, hell is nothing more than hell.

So I had no particular sympathy for them.

So I didn't even want to follow them.

Yet they follow after the rat every day with no punishment.

We spent days together searching for food, seeking water and fighting people.

Some of the food obtained was given to those who could not belong to the flock, until they were adults if they had small children, and they had protected them.

Rats grow fast.

After a week, you'll soon grow up.

And you get a long raw as a demon, but the majority die soon.

Without getting food, and being hunted by humans.

The life of a rat lives that day.

There is usually no room for thinking about other rats, etc.

Only the rat was different.

But don't forget.

To say that rats are on the side of being exploited.

To say that humans are terribly strong and can easily exterminate things like rats.

It came suddenly one day.

The rats were bedding the basement of a man-made building at that time, but someone came down from upstairs with a somewhat different presence.

If you look, there were two of them, one of them seemed like a normal girl, but the other was a man in a masked robe, giving off an atmosphere that was roughly unlikely to anyone.

When I saw that, the rat thought.

Finally, I wondered if the end had also come to the life I lived on that day.

The end I thought would come sooner or later.

That's what's happening now.

The rat thought the person was probably an adventurer.

Those who possess a powerful fighting technique that is distinctly different from ordinary human beings and can easily be crusaded by a demon about a rat.

That even the giant demon may lightly destroy some of us.

There was no way a rat could fight that.

But I just couldn't get hit.

Because rats are not just rats anymore.

I have my men, because they're close.

At the very least, we have to earn about the time they run away.

For that matter, even if my life runs out, that's about it...

I never meant to be the boss.

But you would still be forgiven for putting your life up once or so for following me.

The rat gave instructions to his men, who tried to get forward before the rat, in a voice only the rat could understand, telling him to hide for a while and then fly to that adventurer.

Rats are strong for rats.

Big and powerful.

If you're a normal person, you can do it as long as you scratch a little to buy time to escape, even if you can't make it completely inactive.

So even against this adventurer I'm sure......

That's what I thought, but the adventurer was stronger than the rat thought.

The moment I flew away, I could tell from the movement of those eyes that I was following exactly what the mouse was doing.

This was never the case when we were dealing with normal people.

The knife you have flashes at a speed unobservable by the rat's eyes.

- Oh, they cut it.

The rat had already been blown away when he thought so.

Strength falls out of your body.

Never thought there'd be so much difference.

Are you going to die like this......

No, not yet.

Rats don't give up, they wake up their bodies.

I want to reward at least one arrow or so.

That's what I thought.

Stand up and head again.

Show me what the rats mean.

Think so.

Then the adventurer set himself up, but unlike earlier, he saw a moment of hesitation.

For some reason, I thought, but there was not enough room left in the rat to think about why.

But such a rat-body rush still didn't seem to be a minor threat to adventurers either.

Now fists fly, not knives.

It hit his face, hit his teeth as well, and blew up again.

The rat sensibly understood that his teeth had shredded his opponent's fist a little, but comes down disappointed.

About that, I thought.

That's all you could do, I thought.

Think about it, my own rat raw wasn't a big deal.

I thought I might be able to do something, but I can't do anything, I'm even tough to live...

Oh, I don't want to die.

More......

That's when I thought so.

The back of my body started getting hot.

What the hell...