Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

Intermittently, extensively, the spectacular scorch smears the existence.

Skull, limbs, torso, guts, flesh.

Everything that makes up the flesh is crushed and crushed by hard shocks, twisted and broken, and the pain that occurs in cutting it burns the brain, claws the nerves and causes the soul to scorch and explode.

The scream leaked to the sensation of loss and heat.

Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain.

There is pain.

There was only pain. It was just pain. The world was filled with pain. When the world is filled with pain, even the thought of thinking so is anointed with pain and painful.

Thoughts, beings, are filled with pain.

Anxiety, confusion, tension, grief, anger, disappointment, everything is priceless in front of pain.

Not worth it.

Yes, it's not worth it.

It is equally worthless in thought, in action, in ideas, in opinions, in hope, in memory.

of worthlessness itself. What would be spared if it were to be crushed, crushed, and lost to the end.

Only never-ending pain, however, engraves the certainty of existence into the soul.

That, the pain that couldn't have ended, abruptly let go of its existence...

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Raise the scream and awaken.

The fact that my screaming throat was crushed and drowned in the blood that drowned in it is now the other side of my memory as well.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhhhh!!

Shouting, he wields his hands and feet and tries to protect his body, which is crushed. His joints were shaken and his arms, which should have been pushed into disabling conditions, his legs, moved.

Moving, but out of balance, his body remained wrapped in a short floating sensation, hitting the floor.

"- Huh!"

Raise your voiceless voice and roll around on the floor.

The floor feels strange. I tasted the feeling of laying down a thick rope, all over my rolling body, and coughed up instantly in a soothing pain if my throat just screamed swelled for oxygen.

I can't stand it, I vomit. Nothing is in my stomach. Yellow gastric fluid passes through the thirsty mouth with a sour odor and is smashed.

"Ugh, boo! Whoa, whoa! there!"

Coughing, desperately spitting a small amount of stomach juice, tears and runny nose make my face squeak. He squatted, covered his face, and, many times, struck his forehead on the floor without force.

Repeat it, repeat it, finally realize it.

- To the fact that the pain resembling burning fever is scratching out, which has crushed my whole body relentlessly.

"-"

Secondly, when I was surprised by the pain that disappeared, I noticed it even later.

Someone gently strokes his back, his squatting back, with his palms.

"Calm down?

Looking back, tear-shaken vision shows the face of the other person stroking his back.

It was a girl with beautiful silver hair and purple blue eyes, clear in her blurred vision - her eyes frowned upon with concern and her throat snapped at her as she stroked her back.

"Suba......"

"Uhhhhhhh!!

He twisted himself wide and shook his white hand, which was touching his back, abusively away.

For a moment, I'm stunned by the eyes of a girl who's been paid for her arms. But it was this one who suffered more serious damage to his spirit than any other.

Back.

He touched my back.

Now and just before, I was touched in the back, and the next moment, that pain...

"Hih."

I felt the hair on my back turn upside down and jumped back to escape. Regardless, his ankle does not stand, and he slips and falls back with his ass cake as it is.

Take that fallen body by the rough black feel of it.

――――

What I saw this frightening one was the eyes of a reptile with a sharp face. As soon as I saw a flock of fine, sharp fangs lined up in its mouth and understood that it was the murder weapon that easily chewed me apart,

"Uhhhhhhhh!!

Screaming again, now rolling forward. I saw people's feet right in front of me, rolled sideways without even being able to look up at the other person's face, and burst into a small shadow that stood.

"Beatrice!

High, the sound of a silver bell screamed something desperately, but it doesn't reach this one that blocks my ears.

As it was, he saw a slice of the green wall, scolding his trembling ankles and jumping out of the room. Step into a stone aisle and your body hits the front wall without stopping.

bump, the pain runs. My vision stained bright red and I heard bone shattering hallucinations.

"Hiya."

Bumped right arm, move freely. Strike the wall to make sure it really moves freely. The pain returns. Screaming flips.

As it was, he ran out to the wall in unreliable footsteps.

"Ha, ha, ha... Huh!

Run diligently down the aisle, breathlessly, spilling covetousness, and sweating.

Behind my back, I felt like someone was coming after me, and I enjoyed wanting to look back again and again. Looking back, I can't stand a heart that's going to be ripped off if it's established that someone's after me.

I have a feeling that my heart will burst, my whole body will rot, and my body will crush like a glass worker from under my feet.

Is that a hunch, or is it true, or is it clear anyway - it is an absolutely unwavering fact that you will die as you are.

People are doomed by birth.

Every second he gets old, every second he goes to death, every second he falls to the end.

But I don't exchange such conceptual 'death' and other meanings on myself right now.

In a more extreme way, 'death' approaches with a single, definite foothold. Unbeknownst to me, they hunt me down, scratching this one to escape.

Run, ran away. I ran away anyway.

'Death' follows. Kill. Kill. It kills me as it is.

They should have killed you, but they still kill you. Or even if you are given so much pain, can't you still die of being a person? Is it the mystery of life? That sucks.

The mystery and other beautiful ways of saying it are disproportionate. That's a nasty, ugly obsession.

Shouldn't you have been dead...

"-"

A heartbeat like an explosion rocks the tympanic membrane, and the vision lightly extinguishes. With less than a baby's life proficiency that even forgets how to breathe, it's odd to escape the fear of death, etc.

Even if it's crazy, it doesn't leak laughter or anything. Everything was the object of fear.

――――

Front, the irreplaceable stone aisle continues so much that I'm about to lose sight of where I'm running.

What I know is that you shouldn't go back. Or even if you keep running away without any help, all of you will become jilli poor and lose your way.

If you lose your way, someone will catch you. If someone catches you, they take your life.

Why, why, I put my life, such a question is useless now.

I didn't have time to wonder which way to go, to the right, to the left.

However, relying on the wall touched by his right hand, he gasps desperately for breath as he escapes from 'death', which may also catch up at this moment.

It's like I'm drowning.

I feel like I'm aiming for the surface of the water even though it's nowhere on the ground, water, etc.

Like drowning, drowning, something drowning scratches your feet, aiming at the surface of the water, jittery, jittery, jittery, scratch your feet, scratch your feet, and eventually -,

- Omei, what the hell are you doing out of this morning, Oi?

――――

Right in front of me, my legs stopped feeling horribly huge.

- No, it's not just the legs that stopped.

He stopped breathing, his heart sounds that loud became quiet, his knee movements trembling with fatigue and fear stopped, and everything in his life activities felt held to his roots.

- I have the illusion of what stands in front of me, that it is a giant.

But after a few seconds, even if it is long, it slowly penetrates the understanding that you are never the bearer of a physique that has jumped across the realm of man.

At the same time, the fact that a creature called a person is so fiercely annoying.

"You're alone, Omei. Omei, there's only one juvenile fish in the story. You're not alone, you're alone. Not even one of you can talk. Take the kids from yesterday and the good ladies back out, Omei. Omei, listen to me, Cora. Omei, Omei, Omei."

Exactly what should be called water on a stand, a presence nestled in the front throws a voice here without staring.

Badly violent signs and somewhere throwing emotions beaten by pregnant words, breathing that should have stopped once, heart sounds, knee tremors resume.

- Do not come, you have entered the cage of a fierce beast.

Just desperately, just kept running away.

Run hard through the stone aisles and try to stay away from familiar places. As a result, in a strange room, he found a staircase headed up and followed it.

Or maybe that staircase was also asked yesterday, or someday similar to yesterday, a few hours ago, or whenever it was anyway, but it was the other side of oblivion.

Long, long, long, too long stairs up, out of breath, up, and.

And on arrival, stared at by the most horrible beast,

"Omei, listen to me?

"Hih."

The more I noticed, the more breathtaking there was their face in front of me.

I see long red hair, a black eye band covering my left eye, a kimono worn to expose one shoulder, a white salad, and what I'm going to do, stick a thin wooden stick at my nose tip.

Its sharp or nothing-tipped edge seems like a stick-up 'death'.

"- Huh!"

"Oh, Cora, ignore me, Omei."

"Ha, huh?

Without one or two, he turned his back and tried to escape as his instincts complained.

And yet, the moment I try to run behind my back, I somehow hit the man's chest plate from the front. He pushed his opposite forehead against the stick of a tree and fell straight behind him.

Hit the back of his head on the floor, sparks his sight. The pain overflowed with tears.

The pain of hitting, the pain of hitting, it's easy, remind me of the pain of being crushed.

"Oh, oh..."

"Come on, Omei, you're not crying. 'Cause Peppy started crying, Omei. You had a fight with him downstairs, Omei. You're crying because you're mistold, Omei."

"Gu, hi, uhh, uhh!

"Damn, you have no choice. You're a bastard, Oi"

As he lays on his back, he begins to weep at the grumpy, rekindled fear. Seeing it, the long-haired man scratched his own head with gussiness and rambling.

And this one head that rolls asleep, crouching right next to you,

"Ola, tell me what happened. If you want me to listen, I'll listen to you."

"... huh?

"I'm running into this place. It was so creepy, Omei."

Words spoken with sighs, whose meaning is not well swallowed, blink again and again.

As soon as possible, I felt that the presence, which until then seemed vicious, slowly took on a definite contour. It is not just in the shape of a person, but the emotions and ways of being of a person connect the real image.

A blurred vision in tears, his face looking down at this one of the men, gradually became clearer...

"- I don't know what to say, idiot."

"Gi, but ahhhhh!?

- A man threw a stick of wood into his chest in a fierce, bloodthirsty shape.

Momentarily, the tip of the branch slips into the gap between the ribs, and you can see the delicate organs that are supposed to be protected by the bones, which are gentle, laboriously vivid, crunchy, and ticklish as they are supposed to be.

Only then did the pain literally spit blood through my whole body.

"What, you're running away, Omei. Besides, that's what you're gonna do when you run off to me, Omei. I'm not Omei's guardian or Dachi or anything, Omei. The people in the herd will be Omei and they will be chosen - but Omei. Are you going to die?"

"Gi! Damn! Ahhh! Guh!

"It's a friendly relationship to discuss, Omei. If that's all right, they're not gonna call me from the edge. Go ahead and kill him. I'm not playing games. So finally."

While the apparent frustration and negative emotions, and the degree of anger increases with every word, this gut-whipping man boasts delicate, or sophisticated, hands.

I know the gratitude and importance of my gut because I am reminded with intense pain.

If a man only has a few more arms that are emotionally flush or that are not commensurate with crude behavior, then his guts can be bounced at the same time.

What hasn't happened is a man's terrible talent.

violence and an overwhelming sense of talent as a abuser, too blessed with the skill to wield it.

For the first time, this barbarism has rightly been established.

- No. Too much, this place was too different from where I knew it.

"Get lost, juvenile."

"but"

The feeling of being gutted away, then being rampantly kicked in the side of a man's leg.

That was not so much a kick as a kick, put it on the back of my leg, a way to kick close to throwing. Fluffy bodies float and roll without the art of exchange, causing them to exit from the vast space.

However, roll as you go and welcome your body flying out of the room by

"Yes, no... ugh!

I rolled down the stairs, visionary of the sight, and accidentally put my nails up on the floor.

There was a distorted sound, and I tried to grab the floor, the nails on my right hand, the middle finger and the medicine finger. That peels from the ground up. The nerves and red blood that would be exfoliated wet the floor, but managed to spare the body the fall.

"Gu, gu... Gu!

While the relief that managed to escape the fall is also bound, it is the sensation of burning with fingertips as its starting point that strikes immediately after. If you look at your hand at the sharp pain, you have two nails that turn as if the box lid were open, and the nails on the next pinky finger are about to peel off halfway, and the visual pain claps at the action of the cerebrospinal cord.

"Ouch... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Grasp the finger of the nailed right hand with your left hand and compress to relieve the pain slightly. Pompous, the flowing blood passed through his wrist and fell to the floor, rising to the stairs with traces of blood on.

I don't have the courage to look back behind my back anymore.

There was no sign that the beast was pointing his consciousness at us. If even a glance had been given, it must have fallen down the stairs unbearably this time.

What do we do now, stop in front of one of the worst situations and fit into the worst of the next good?

"What, so..."

Am I in this place?

The footsteps forgot to flee, the heart sounds paralyzed by fear, and then finally, my head turned to the senselessness and wonder of my existence in this place.

It should have been crushed and scattered, but it's here.

I was swallowed by the scorch and should have vanished, but it's still here.

If everything was a dream, an illusion, or something like that, I wish I had.

"Prediction... Dream..."

That's how I assumed what happened to me.

Because the sight I've seen is that the conversation that people I've dealt with, the conversation I remember, the event that was supposed to have passed, passed right in front of me.

Try to figure out why it happened, on your own, and think so.

I'm sure, somewhere, even that, like a fire across the shore, think with ambiguity like other personnel.

Without even knowing that you are going to pay the price of that shallow and shallow with spectacular pain.

――――

When I realized it, I was crouching on the spot.

Pompous, I can see the unstoppable drops of blood creeping red into the stone stairs.

The sense of incarceration, the sense of loss, the sense of disappointment and, anyway, all the bad thoughts were around my head.

Those conclusions on the grand tour, if stuck, are all the same - I don't know how, I don't know what I'm seeing like this.

――――

Only, until a few hours ago, I was in a muddy, tired day.

There is no danger whatsoever, at best it is about my future with no ahead when it comes to worries, without someone threatening me or taking me seriously.

- I was in a place like that, where I just had to lay my face down in my father's and mother's gaze.

Is that bad?

I kept bothering my father and mother. I kept letting him down. He was a good kid, and that wasn't it.

So taste the pain of death, and still, are you being driven to a dying situation, with your nails peeled and painful, tortured by a man you don't know, alone on the stairs, crying?

As much as I think about this, then, more, more properly.

"... I should have told you I was coming"

I just regretted it, it was life.

It's just a failure, it's full of things that don't work, things you want to start over if you look back, etc. That's not even enough fingers on both hands and feet, but best of all, that came to mind.

When I left the house, my mother called me to ask me to come.

I didn't answer that.

Why.

- Because I didn't wash the cup I put on the water in the kitchen.

"Gu, fu... Huh"

The glass was not washed.

I had trouble drinking cocoa and washing the creepy brown stains.

Answer my mother's voice and she might have told me to wash the cup when the conversation was born. So I didn't answer my mother's voice. Because I didn't want to wash the glass.

I didn't want to wash the cup, so I ignored my mother's words.

I didn't say anything. I left the house without saying anything, headed to the convenience store, using money I didn't even earn myself, and stayed put, and I was in a place like this when I realized it.

I was in a place like this, not washing my cup, not telling my mother, not telling my father anything.

Without washing a glass, without saying anything to my kind mother, in a place like this, I'm dying.

Trouble me, I can't give you back one thing, don't even wash the cup, you die.

Die, die. You will die. Absolutely, die.

If you fall from such a high place, it won't help. I will definitely die.

"... I'm gonna die"

Die.

Everything that lives and lives dies sooner or later, but I die here.

Something I know, in a place like this where no one else is.

There is no father, no mother, surrounded by strangers, to become a clot of dirty blood, to die.

"I die. I'm gonna die. I... die. Die, die, die..."

Squeeze. Squeeze, wonder and it seemed just a little farther away.

Relax. I'm lost. I just said it, and something doesn't dramatically change.

"Death" remains the same, and he is standing smiling to intertwine this fate.

That, now clearly, seemed to be in the shape of a person. The black shadow stood up and looked like he was laughing to mock this one.

Um, there's a face stuck in a black shadow, and that's the face I saw, and I think about who the face I saw in a place like this belongs to, and I immediately realize it.

'Death' with his own face stretched out is pointing and shivering at him.

"Don't laugh."

I glanced at the shadows, and with more and more black hatred, and said so.

I don't stop laughing at shadows. I don't even try to stop pointing fingers.

"Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh, hey......!

Stand up, eat and bind your teeth, and walk over to the shadows for wall telling.

I don't stop laughing at shadows. I don't even try to stop pointing fingers.

"Don't laugh, don't. I'm gonna die. Not to you. You're not going to kill me."

The embodiment of 'death', for the first time, distorted its expression.

It seemed to me that my own was angry that it would not be my own.

That seems to be the weakness of the shadow, and it just goes off here.

"I won't let you kill me. I die. Sure, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! He's dead! He's dead! Die, come back here, but I don't want you to..."

- They won't kill you.

Yes, it was a moment when I clearly tried to run my mouth.

――――

My lips stopped moving as I wanted. Then you realize the incompetence of the eyeball that was staring at the shadows and the loss of your own flesh completely out of control.

It was even sealed to question why, etc., just waiting for the anomaly to change.

I can't move. My body. - No, it's not the body that doesn't move. The world itself is stopping.

The black shadow that was in front of me also stops the movement and remains distorted in its angry form.

It's in a world like that, where you leave yourself motionless, the only thing that moves.

It's...

- I love you.

- It was, maybe, a black woman.

Black, a woman with slender, thin limbs dyed all over her body in black.

I'm not sure if black is in the shape of a woman or if a woman is wrapped in black, and I don't think it makes sense to decide that.

Anyway, that was a black woman. As if, a black veil wrapped around a black outfit like a bridesmaid's garment, with no peek into her face from within or from outside, hides her face.

- I love you.

However, the black woman's lips spinning was an unimaginably strong emotion.

Damn, how much emotion would boil would come close to words leaking out of those lips.

It's quality, it's quantity, it's time, it's weight, it's value, it's concept.

Approximately, I don't know how many things in the world say the word 'I love you' - that, if it contains all 'I love you', it's bound to be this woman's 'I love you'.

And the woman who whispers love slowly turns that black arm toward this chest.

A thin fingertip leans the chest plate, the skin, the flesh, through the bones, towards the beating heart.

――――

I don't know just a few minutes, a dozen minutes, time, etc., but many times since I woke up, the heart of my mind has been aware of its existence - but right now, I've never thought of it as much as this moment.

I have never felt abominable about its existence.

Because...

- I love you.

With the same passion that whispers love, a woman's black finger caresses her heart.

At the same time, the shock of pushing through subjugates this body, fearing pain, to the point of no complete skin. It seems like dust and mustard in front of this pain, even when his whole body was crushed by the impact of the fall, his soul was burned by indelible burning heat and his heart was worn out by his guilt towards his mother.

If I could scream, I wanted me to.

If I could scream so much that my throat could rip open, I could do something against the pain a little bit. Instead of facing the pain, he escaped the pain by being mindful of something other than the pain.

I can't do that. It's just pain and being oriented.

- I love you.

A woman's love does not let go of her heart's heart.

It's as if an inexhaustible appetite for exclusivity is letting you do so if you don't allow yourself to be interested in something other than yourself.

- Jealousy for all things, as if that's what you're making it do.

"- Ha."

Liberation was abrupt.

――――

Exhale and collapse on the spot.

Ha, ha, tears were spilling, finally incontinent on the spot. The raw warm feeling wets the groin and the small water flows down the stairs.

Such an unusual ugliness was pointed at by a stopped black shadow and shouted loudly.

I realize I was conspired to look at that laugh.

Oh, and if you pretend to be weak, you jump easily, and step on the tail of a tiger that you shouldn't tread on, they conspired.

"Take me..."

The words that followed were speechless.

Hold your head. There's still blood coming from the peeled scratches on my nails. Tears, little water flowing downstairs, everything seems like a punishment for your weakness and stupidity.

- Go ahead, kill me.

The words, they don't speak.

Is it true that I can be 'killed' for being killed?

Take the stairs until the sound of shoes and worried voices rush up.

I just kept crying like a stupid child, painted with dirty water and disappointment.

It's - the wreckage of Natsuki Subaru kept crying.