Reincarnation into the Barrier Master

Approximately 100 years have passed since the soul of the cabaret became venerated in the Fradime kingdom. Now he spends his time quietly in the capital of the Fradime country, in the forest of Orbisse.

Originally he was worshipped by the museum that renovated King Ribbon's lair, but about 50 years ago, a new museum was built in the woods and his soul was transferred here because of the ageing of the museum.

Even in the woods, people never stop in this building. Admission is free, of course, but the items collected there are of high historical value, and scholars and maniacs come through with their eyes shining.

……

The cabaret was still connected to its life 100 years after it was sealed in the sword. He just kept spending his days silently, as usual.

My brother, my thoughts about Ribbon are still complicated. But his nephew Maintier went to himself like every month, trying to comfort his soul. Above all, the painting beside you heals your heart. My wife, Meetia, is as beautiful as she was then, and my son, Gregorn, is brilliant in his brilliance. Watching this painting gives me an emotion that I want to go to my family as soon as possible. But now I'm halfway through being taken in by the Spirit. I have no idea how much longer I'm going to live.

"Phew."

Cabaret sighs when she sees the visitors. They all keep their heads down for now. Anyone who lives in this country knows about himself, and he's bound to visit here once and try to comfort me. That is no exception with the king of this country. Make sure the king himself visits here every year and keep quiet, and keep an eye on our country. Besides, once a year, a kick in front of me is performed, and beautiful music is played to comfort me by mentioning the country.

In the last few years, although neither does it feel like it is becoming ceremonial, the cabaret of character, originally thick in righteousness, had no intention of causing any cot so far. Initially sealed, it was a powerful bond, and it was a struggle to take physical movement, but only at all times had that bond been broken. Now he could get out of this dagger if he wanted to. But he was daring to break the seal and shrivel his desire to go outside to the painful, itchy comfort of the people of this country.

At noon one day like that, one boy showed up in front of the cabaret. It is rare for a child to come here alone. Cabaret was blurry, looking at the boy. He looked around in embarrassment, punching two pampers and a cedar hand, and spoke to the cabaret in a small voice.

"God, God...... Please make sure football is better. Please."

With that said, he ran away as if he were a shepherd. The cabaret had no idea what it was about, and he dropped the boy off, bewildered.

And the next day, once again, a boy arrived. And I snapped the same words as yesterday.

"... just now -?

The boy says he wants to get better at something called "just now". He had no idea what the hell that was.

With Cabaret's confusion unresolved, the boy went to this place every day and gave him his wish. At one point, in a form rooted in excess persistence, Cabaret decided to break the seal and show himself before the boy.

"God, God...... Please make sure football is better. Please."

"... hey, this, kid"

"Is that it? Uncle, what?

"Anyone can do it. I've been telling you to make things better for a long time now, but it's so loud. What the hell was that?

"Uncle, you don't know football? It's a competition to kick the Vol."

"Vol? What is Vol?

"You don't even know Bol. Um... here... it's a round thing made of skin."

"Oh, you mean" Maori "?

"No, I'm not." "Maru" is a girl's game. It's Bol. Kick the Vol and play. "

"Kick it? You mean kick it?

"No. I'm not kicking your ass. You're putting Vol in the golf. Formation."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"I wouldn't know if I told my uncle. This god was good at kicking ass. He's a good kick to the Vol. God. I have a game tomorrow. [M] We have to win tomorrow's game at all costs. That's why I'm praying so hard to this god. So don't interrupt me."

"God? The Lord here is good at kicking, but the... Vol? You don't know anything about that?

"Nah, Uncle. God here listens to me a lot, don't you? When I asked you to be good at football, you got really good at it. You can't lose a game, can you? So far, all the games I've asked of this god have been won. He's a very profitable god, isn't he?

"... No, I don't think so, do you?

"Don't bother me anymore! Go away, Odysan!

Cabaret was handled by the boy and kicked out. What was it just now? He tried to get out and go see it, but the sealing power still seemed to be in effect, and he could hardly travel more than a certain distance.

This boy's soccer was conceived by Linos, then King Agarta, a few years after the cabaret was sealed. When King Maintier was consulted about wanting to spread the kick to the world, he took his skin off. Linos played a popular role as a sport that fought for 11 people per team, not as a formality of kick-ass. It was only at first that the competitive population grew troubled, but about 30 years ago a huge boom rolled around and since then football has become recognized as a sport in the world. Cabaret, who had no idea of such a thing, had no other choice but to return, confused, to the dagger that had been sealed.

Then another 10 years later. The circumference of the cabaret had changed dramatically.

The perimeter of his dagger was decorated with a paltry number of bolts, uniforms, spikes, etc., where a strict junction was erected. If you look closely, almost all of the exhibits have written something like a letter, a symbol, and the hard readable ones have many letters such as "thank you" and "service". And before that there were many figures of adults and children.

"Awesome! It's a signed Dofassarina uniform!

"This one's got the Vol from when we set the legendary goal!

"Whoa! There's the Vol when Fradime won the World Cup for the first time! Wow! It's signed by all the members at the time!

"Why are museums in these woods decorated with such rare items?

"What, you don't know? Football gods are worshipped here."

"Football god?

"Oh, when Zaria fans of name players were kids, she prayed to this god every day to make football better. With that benefit, he became the world's scoring king. It's in his book that he's still updating his score records, in the interest of God."

"It's awesome. I'll do it too!

"Now so much so that football players from all over the world are praying here. I don't think a third-rate player like you would benefit."

"No, no, it might be a little profitable!

In the presence of the cabaret, every day, boys and girls with sparkling eyes began to line up and pray. Not only that, but the famous player who gave the world a name, in order to touch the fold and visit here, the place had become a football fan's attraction as a place to meet the world's famous players.

"God, God... be good at football..."

"... no, that's why. What the hell was that?"

Confused every day, he bathes in the prayers of the boys and girls. Looking into their innocent, sparkling eyes, he could hardly say that he was not God, let alone had the ability to improve his skills, etc.

The cavaliers were confused, and even today, the boys and girls gathered here for a favor.