Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

(That said, it was Valentine's Day...)

Kunihisa Nagai thought to herself when she heard the words of a high school girl who raped and spoke in the bus car. The girls quickly learned from their uniforms that they seemed to be attending their first high school classes. The truth is, I just knew the face and name of one of them, but I haven't been aware of her in a long time. I wanted to think so.

(Mr. Snow... You don't notice me at all...)

Before I went to elementary school, I had kindergarten with me when I was close to home, so I played a little bit, one older kindergarten familiarity. By the time I went up to elementary school, I had broken up with him after a long move and that was clear. However, when I saw her soliciting as the manager of the football club during the club activities orientation shortly after she enrolled in high school, I soon realized that Snow was a childhood trainer. Snow Noh could not be mentioned until now because he did not make it slight even after hearing the long name of joining the club and introducing himself.

Until then, when I said that I wasn't in Snow's eyes about the unpleasant first-year alternate.

(That chocolate, I knew it for Senior Sugii...)

"I want the football club to work hard, too, right? Senior Lung Shi, come on, I still take good care of everyone because of the sense of responsibility that I was the previous captain, and I also coach them individually. Isn't that great?"

I realized for a long time that I would be even more depressed when I heard Snow talking to a classmate-like female student sitting next to me.

(I can't believe I didn't even notice that the junior classmates in that football club were on a bus like this at this hour...)

"Mr. Sugii, are you still at school? Have you decided where to go to school?

"Yeah, he said he's going to Castle South Music College! So, I want to do a band! Not dressed up? I'm here today because I have junior instruction! Not great?"

Snow's voice, which whispered at the end of the story, often passed on the bus.

(This one's a good annoyance because of that... even today they're going to buy me a gift from Senior Sugi's eviction party... well, I'm sorry I lost to you)

Sugii's next general was also disgusted with Sugii's face in the name of individual instruction just after he retired, and he decided to plan an eviction party.

(Damn, I can't even concentrate on the game)

He was playing a boring game on a smartphone that had lost sight of the snowmen since they came aboard. Sounds like a popular piece recommended by a friend in the class. I've been playing since just now but I don't understand the fun at all.

A flashy skirless sound sounded from the left, and the walls and windows behind the snowmen bounced off.

Snow flew in on every bench I was sitting on.

(You managed to help...)

It was a long time I remember somehow until the train broke in, but I don't remember one thing about what happened after that. I remember that there was something breathless about the body being tightened, but I guess it was caught in the structure of the train and bus when it was rescued.

He was seriously injured, and his eyes were blurred and he didn't look good, but he seemed to be somewhat of a white wall, so he thought it was a pretty sprinkled hospital. She cried in response to slight irritation whether she was hit with a strong pain medication or not, but she was not scolded. I don't know if it's somewhat blurry in my head, or what nurses and doctor-like people are talking about. On the contrary, it even sounds like a foreign language or something.

But less than a few days later, I realized how strange things were.

Then, I carefully observe my surroundings, and my understanding progresses through my body.

(Where? Here? Who, me?

I wonder if you think this is a phantom departure or possession that I hear about.

I guess it was good for a long time after all that my mouth didn't turn well enough to talk.

The confusion was about a day at best, and then we could think slowly.

After a few months I had been getting quite a bit of information for a long time.

Because it was a language close to English, I was able to understand somewhat what someone was talking about.

Naturally, my eyes are clearly visible.

It was a magazine photograph or something like what you would see on a discipline show. It was also a landscape like a developing country that did not exist, such as a convenient appliance.

Man-made fields open up in less undulating meadows and woods.

And I was a baby.

My parents look like westerners, but they looked oddly young.

I know his name, too. The name Marsh has long been given a new name.

He spent quite some time tied his hips to the pillars so he wouldn't move around on his own for quite a while because he was moving around vibrantly at about six months old.

The family seems to be going to the fields with simple farming equipment that seems to be farming and can be described as primitive.

I don't have anything else to do, and all I don't understand when I think about it.

(What am I supposed to do...)

Long time, again, Marsh thinks so, but there's still nothing he can do or do.

(I knew I was dead...)

I've thought about the status quo many times already because I was free. The conclusion is the same.

(Father and Mother... I wonder what you're doing...)

Von! Von!

I hear a wild dog barking.

Usually even if you hear a wild dog, it's about howling at best.

It was unusual for that to sound so close.

The village of Genville, where Marsh lives, is inland near the centre of the Duke of Belgrid territory.

Security was better there, and the land was rarely damaged by demons.

That's why the sense of crisis among the Serfs and their squire who rule the village was also decreasing, but this is not even reprehensible.

(That's pretty close.)

I was presumed to be right next to the house due to the loudness of my voice.

Marsh cries out loud without being able to control his emotions.

My mother leaves the house holding Marsh, who cried in the middle of the night.

It was Marsh who cried occasionally at night, but by the time he held him around the house, he often stopped crying immediately.

That's how a few days went by.

One night, as usual, he was his mother who tried to circle the house with Marsh crying at night, but this day developed into a major incident.

A wild dog attacked me.

But fortunately, it was possible to get rid of it immediately.

Hearing the voice of Marsh and his wife calling herself, who began to cry like the fire had arrived when a wild dog had struck, her father immediately popped out of the house and got nothing.

That said, there were as many as four or five wild dogs.

My parents, including Marsh, had mild bite wounds.

But the wounds were really mild and not a big deal for the baby Marsh.

Of course there are no abnormalities in the bones.

Marsh himself was getting high (which would heal beautifully in a couple of weeks).

One day, about two months later, an anomaly first appeared in Marsh.

I felt a mild cold feeling in the morning and my scratched knee itched even though my bite wound was completely healed.

There was also a strong sense of unexplained anxiety.

(Uh, I can't help it because I'm back at the baby, but I'd like you to give me a break)

Marsh, who had never been able to control his emotions more often than not, didn't realize he was being invaded by the disease.

The name of the illness is Rabies (Rabies).

It is a terrible disease that takes more lives on Earth than in ancient times, still not eradicated, and that leaves the post-mortem cure unfulfilled. It is a terrible disease that leaves the dead every year in 10,000 units, even in modern times.

Is the absence of people-to-people infection the only salvation?

Then just a few days later, Marsh couldn't swallow the water.

Trying to drink water or soup runs a strong sore throat.

And soon, just looking at the water reminds me of the pain, crying so much that I get scared and half frenzied.

Marsh's parents couldn't do anything about it.

When I took him to the village healer, he was diagnosed with water phobia, which was the end of the line until he told me that he couldn't apply his hands.

The healer asked me if I had any thoughts. I never thought of one of the parents. It was routine in this rural area for dogs and cats to bite, and most importantly, there was no healer with the knowledge that dogs and cats mediate pathogens because there were more horrible beings than that.

In the end, the family decided to return to their homes after hanging a restful healing magic once.

Patients who develop water-phobic disease have long, but few days before their systemic muscles become paralyzed to death.

The parents moaned and grieved, but neither of them dreamed that they would develop water phobia in succession as they followed their son.