Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

"- I've been hanging up a lot."

Fifteen minutes after declaring war on the Forest of Warcraft to the present, Ram so foreshadowed Subaru lined up next to him,

"Calm down, it's not like Balls is going to fight on the front lines."

"Whoa, wait. Sure, that's true, but look at this overflowing motivation of mine. The right one-handed sword from the village youth group, I'm just fantasizing right now!

"Even that sword would have remained unavailable if Master Beatrice hadn't stopped Balth trying to go with a round waist. With a hand-fist. That's your baggage."

"I can't honestly deny that."

Subaru drops his shoulders and breathes as he re-grips the feel of a pattern unfamiliar to his hands.

A black sheath with a bronze pattern and a one-handed sword roughly the length of Subaru's arm. I can't hide my confusion at the lighter sensations besides my thoughts. It was an arm I got following Beatrice's advice, who hastily stopped Subaru trying to challenge the Forest of Warcraft with no hands.

The seriousness of the situation deepens over time. It was such a sense of impatience that I wanted to opt for immediate entry, but I honestly think it would have been suicidal if I looked back calmly.

It was the hard part of that vertical roll girl to do a good job, making it look like there was no island to tackle.

"By the way, can Balth use a sword?

"What do you think, subtle. For once, I have a bunk in the middle school kendo, but I don't think I can handle it the same way with actual kendo and school kendo."

Svalbard responds, feeling the weight, shaking the sword plainly on his hips.

Three years of middle school and then a bare gesture for no reason to look at your spare time. I'm going to use some compared to amateurs I've never touched at all, but I don't think it's going from level to level.

The disproportionate one-handed sword is a sword conceded to the youth of the village youth group.

"Because I'm going into the Forest of Warcraft," I can't tell him to be stupid honest, and I have a history of having him handed over at the end of a pretty painful excuse, but I don't know how useful he can be at the moment.

And that's not all that was entrusted to me in the village.

"In my pocket...... sweets, beautiful stones and whoa! Bugs in!

Subaru screams at the unpleasant feeling as he explores through the various packed pockets. Trapped in a cramped place, the featherworm left Subaru's hand and disappeared straight into the back of the woods. drop it off, Subaru put in an action to wipe his forehead,

"You're a bunch of jerks. I'll preach later."

"Proof you're admired.... I don't know where to go, a guy like that"

"In the innocent eyes of a child, the essence of a man named me glitters."

With his white eyes, Subaru shook his neck to the left and right, poking his fingers at the rum that was still going to snort,

"It's not just me this time, it's all about thanking Rem. Well, I'm more of a delivery guy to Rem. You know, look."

"... right"

Subaru nods again and again with a satisfied face at the voice of the rum hesitating to convince.

The exchange before leaving the village had quite a touch of Subaru's harp line as well. For Ram who was watching it as well, I hope so.

- Leave the village and enter the Forest of Warcraft.

It was the children who had not yet disappeared of the influence of being squeezed out of Mana who sensed the Subaru trying to enter the woods by hiding from the villagers.

They were trying to thank Subaru and Rem directly. When they noticed Subaru and the others, they butched various things into Subaru's pockets in recognition of their gratitude.

Confectionery, beautiful stones, even that feather worm, is that thing that for them reveals gratitude in form. It can't be handled unhindered. Though the featherworm escaped.

The children smiled and said to Subaru, upset by the unnecessary form of gratitude.

"I want to thank Lemrin too, so bring him later..."

How dangerous a place she is now and what she is fighting for risking her life for.

Children don't know that. And I don't even need to know.

Because...

"Don't worry, you fucking kids. Evil kids who go into the dark woods in the middle of the night preach with their early imitating sisters without consulting them."

You can then go into the woods ironless there and add a dumb boy who gets bitten all over his body by a dog and wields a lot of annoyance around him.

Isn't it painful to sit upright overnight and take Mulaosa's sermon?

Nature, my mouth looses on the imagined future forecast map.

and against Subaru, who subtly makes his cheeks snap,

"Still, your legs are slow, Balth."

I looked back at Subaru far ahead, and that's what Ram said when he looked at this one as if he was stunned.

Slowly, the ram treads easily through the woods where scaffolding is supposed to be bad. The outfit is no different than crossing the mansion's garden, despite the usual made-up clothes.

Subaru, on the other hand,

"Chip, chip, chip. There's not enough blood here and there, or guts. Speaking of which, Emilia, I was tempted to ask you to come with me!

"I haven't told you yet, so you were there last night."

"That's what I think...?

Distressed by his fluttering body and rocking head, he makes a one-handed sword like a wand and proceeds accordingly.

The march can't be quick to flatter, it's just a current situation that gives a rush to the feeling of a ram going ahead.

Unlike last night, a search for the forest after the high hours of the day. Vision is much clearer than after sunset, but still has poor prospects for the depth of the covered branches.

I'm going to be walking in the same place as last night, but I can't deny the possibility that we're moving in a completely different direction. I seriously think that the depth of the forest even drives the sense of human direction into it, or that if I were alone, I might have lost my way to the streets without even knowing the exit.

"Balth, wait a minute again. - Thousand Mile Eyes, Open Eyes"

I control this one with my hands, and the right eye of the lamb stained bright red with a whining mouth.

Since entering the woods, Ram has regularly used Chiri-eye and is looking for Rem's appearance, who should be in the woods. Unfortunately, however, results have not yet been achieved.

You're not in the eye range of the ram, or -,

"Bad imagination. Fate will come true with great joy..."

I poke myself in the head and bury away the worst development I've ever floated.

Three or four hours have already passed since Rem deceived his sister and villagers and entered the woods. I can't even imagine how much deeper into the woods compared to this one in the form of going after her late. However, given her lack of purpose, it's not enough that she ran from corner to corner of the woods.

Once again, Rem's demands and Subaru's own level of difficulty in survival are compassionate.

Though I understand that, I can hardly stop thinking about my own cuteness.

"Oh, pity. Focus, focus, me. Thoroughly guard the defenseless ram in use, and don't think of anything extra."

Pull the one-handed sword out of its sheath and gently cut the air to make sure it feels.

The sound of cutting the atmosphere is quiet and the weight is slightly lighter compared to the wooden knife. Just for the length of my body. This one is easier to handle, and all I have to do is be prepared to take it purely seriously.

"In action, first of all, don't say it's hard to build a blade muscle."

The blade handled by the amateur shakes his body, unable to cut things straight in the first place.

Front, he shook up the blade with a thin tree branch, flashing with a cut from directly below - the branch about the thickness of Subaru's wrist was cut without difficulty, spinning and falling to the ground.

I accidentally admire the "oh" and its handiwork myself. Leaking a breath of admiration for more 'unavailability' than you can imagine, Subaru continues his sword dance even further.

One sword, two swords, every time you are shaken, the branches, the leaves splash, increasing the severity of the slaughter.

unexpectedly three years of middle school and the fact that his bareback life was alive afterwards, while in good shape, he swung his blade wide aside,

"Ah."

And he made a high noise, and the blade buried about half way into the thick tree trunk.

Intrusion is easy and escape is difficult. The buried blade is not frightened by rare things, Subaru looks back at the ram as he scratches a massive amount of cold sweat inside, confirming that she is still sharing her sight with a thousand eyes, and then struggles to pull out her sword with her feet on the thoughtful trunk.

"Shit, shit, shit, seriously, I'm not dressed up! Now you're losing your sword and shit! Take it, get it out, get it out because it can be the worst half..."

- Balls, something's looking at us.

Behind Subaru struggling to pull out his stabbed sword, a ram screamed as he lost his most recent sight with a thousand eyes.

- Subaru is wary of her warning that something is looking at this one. able to share the sight of others. That's what she tells you, that its existence is

"At a distance where you can see us... ugh!

Get your hands off the pattern you can't get out of, Subaru looks around in a hurry. and to the left of Subaru - a shadow bouncing across the branches of the trees and approaching at a stifling speed towards this way.

Seeing that it is a four-legged beast that I am already tired of seeing, immediately Subaru abandons the task of pulling out the sword. I picked up some affordable stones when I gave in,

"I don't have time to pull the holy sword out, so eat this!!

Leaping shadows across the universe, throwing all the fist stones. Rotating chunks have an instant inaction level of power if hit directly, but they're amateur pitching. Not to mention if your opponent is moving, hitting or not is a miracle area.

Continuous throwing is uneven, and all the stones thrown disappear across the forest. As if to mock that Subaru's awkward rebellion, deflect the branches and the Warcraft lands an international sharp glide - lowering itself a few more steps to Subaru. but

"Yes, come on!!

I was reading that behavior, and it just unleashes a full swing of uppers.

One shot at the face of the landed warcraft had chosen the iron sheath that had lost its contents for prey. The timing of Dompisha, who predicted that if the restraint in the stone came off, this would happen. On the thick patterned side of the sheath, he smashes the nose of the Warcraft - he planned to.

"Huh!?

The squeaky empty sound echoes, and the foot of Subaru, who stepped on the dead grass, glides abundantly.

At the moment of impact, the further-lowered Warcraft protrusion slightly distracts the point of intersection, and the sheath only increases the effect of slightly entangling the hair on the back of the Warcraft. Conversely, the sparse back of Subaru, which unleashed a tremendous swing in the bulge, can be spread just wondering if this is still in the fangs of a warcraft twisting itself.

Behind you, a sign of a warcraft shredding the ground and looking back out his fangs. I leaned only my neck, feeling scared by the nod, and its sharp dog teeth chew the Subaru calf a thousand times - just before,

"What are you playing at the heart of it?"

Capture the warcraft with the storm jumping, greatly disrupting the movement floating in the hollow, causing it to take its aim off.

Warcraft that fails to accept an unexpected intervention. He rolls down the ground and tries to get up instantly, but the warcraft that trembles heavily on his limbs crawls on the spot, unable to move.

Svalbard, who regained his sheath, looks at the warcraft, which thus roughly breathes and does not move, with agitation. Shake up the sheath so that you can strike it down at any time and move laterally under the ram.

The ram, clapping at the squatting warcraft, sees Subaru lining up next door or "Ha," he snorts,

"You've been armed for a long time."

"I'll admit I lost my attack and my fall. So, what's the state of it?

Pointing to the immobile Warcraft and inquiring into the Rams that would be doing it. The Warcraft has already closed its eyes, and it does not even tickle as if it had fallen asleep.

Looking at it, Ram gently lowered his palm, which was directed toward the Warcraft,

"It's over."

"What?"

I said, "I stopped breathing."

Surprised by the rum that told him so lightly, Subaru went half-heartedly to the side of the Warcraft. Poke your body with the tip of your sheath, which only appears to be asleep, and pull it over thoughtfully for lack of response. He spreads his limbs sloppily and is not angry at the way he spills his tongue out of his mouth. Sure, he was dead.

"What, this is what happens if I do?

"I told you, you can use a little wind magic. I just cut the tendons on my limbs with a wind blade, blocked my throat, and let him breathe out. - Something I'm not going to make you suffer for long."

Ram talks like there's no such thing. If you look at it, you do see faint blood dripping from the tip of the limbs of the Warcraft carcass, and a distress on your face like you gasped apnea.

After checking them, Subaru can't help but wonder about the rams. What makes this' a little magical 'or not refreshing enough for magic is no different than an assassin - etc.

But Subaru isn't the only one who wants to get into the other.

Before Svalbard sorted out the many candidates that surfaced, Ram looked at the one-handed sword that still remained as much in the trunk as

"Useless"

"Ugh."

Terminal, expressions that require no more pierce the most.

To Subaru, where he presses his chest and gets to his knees, Ram shrugs his shoulders small to the stab trunk of his sword. And when the palm is pointed at the tree, this again determines the surface of the trunk with the blade of the wind, and succeeds in freeing the sword without difficulty. a flashing Subaru, but rushed to receive it to release the single-handed sword that Ram had picked up,

"Thankyou, but let's not let loose the sword of the stripper in vertical rotation!?

Give up your catch and retrieve the sword that stabbed you in the ground. Wiping the soil, placing it on the sheath, exactly the former sheath, etc. And thinking that Subaru is cold inside, Fu Lam tilts his neck,

"Nevertheless, the now-juggernaut also went to Balth instead of the defenseless ram. So was last night, but they're a lot more popular with you."

"Uh, yeah. 'Cause Ferro's pretty monstrous."

Hands gently on the carcass of the warcraft, then Subaru vaguely affirms Ram's opinion as he scratches his neck.

The feeling that it is made a priority objective of the Warcraft has still been going on since last night. As those results piled up, Subaru's expectations grew closer to certainty.

Whatever.

"So, did you see Rem just now with a thousand eyes?

"No, unfortunately. Maybe more in the back of the woods. Better hurry.... acceleratingly increases the likelihood of a valve being attacked."

With Subaru on his side, Lamb touches his white cheeks as if to think of anything.

Her gaze came to Subaru and the Warcraft, and then she nodded, somehow but concluded,

"After all, because it seems weak"

"The troubled conclusion is that, or disrespectful"

"Well, 'cause it kind of is"

"The fundamental part hasn't changed, sister."

"It won't get any better if we just talk about it. Find Rem."

"... well, that's right."

Subaru is also somewhat difficult to do when the other person is only the one who doesn't break my pace. She goes to the back of the woods with an acquaintance all over her chest like that.

Chasing that back. Huh, Subaru speaks of what he cared about.

"Can I ask you something?

That's the word Ram used to say himself before he went into the woods.

what an unimaginable but imaginable word, whereas Ram did not stop, and did not look back,

"As I hear it, it's a disdain given to a fool who's lost his horn to a ghost."

Ghost, the appearance of the word brings up the sight of last night behind Subaru's brain.

In the woods, the appearance of a lem in return blood to make a mockery. It stretched sharply from its forehead, the white horn is unforgettable. Exactly what a ghost looks like in a gag.

However, I don't even see any sign of that horn on the forehead of a rum that is supposed to be a twin. Of course, there may be that under the white prime, which is indispensable for a maid's outfit, but the possibility has just been denied by the person's mouth.

You exaggerated unconvincing Subaru feelings in silence, and Ram slipped his hand into his peachy hair,

"With a little trouble, I lost a corner that had only one bottle. Since then, I've decided to rely on Lem for everything."

"... oh, did you hear something a little bad?

"Why?"

The ram going forward looks back and leans his neck really strangely. Subaru, by contrast, responded with an action of scratching his cheeks.

"No, I don't know how many horns a ghost is for a species, but it's a pretty big problem in anticipation. And I was wondering if I'd touched you so badly."

"If that's the case, dig it up. That's more like it. - Well, don't worry."

After lowering his voice and threatening Subaru, Ram broke up slightly,

"At the time, anyway, I'm calm now. The loss of the horns has both gained and lives that could have been picked up. It's one of our destiny around here."

It's a big thing about the vessel, Subaru responds with his heart.

but after I told him so, Ram shadowed his expression as he prefaced, "But,"

"Rem, you don't think so, do you? - That's why I need to find you soon."

Re-facing forward, the ram gestures here to signal a halt.

It's time for Thousand Eyes to enter. Now it's time to pull it out and be vigilant around her.

Her right eye stains bright red and her vision moves from here to the other side. Ahead of the leaping vision, we move on to another vision and find the existence of the purpose.

I don't know and don't ask Subaru how that act of borrowing the sight of a wavelength opponent makes the world look and how much burden it puts on the operator.

Every time I use a thousand eyes, the tears of blood transmit the white cheeks of the ram, both legs trembling into small pieces as if I had walked the whole day, and my body moving forward in a mean way shakes like I have had many glares. Still, Ram doesn't try to stop going through the woods.

Subaru thinks we shouldn't leave it to the lamb that doesn't speak, whether it's hard or painful.

In the essential part, just moments ago, she and Rem's twins are alike. If it is you who do not hesitate to do it, the nature of doing it.

Including Emilia, all the women in that mansion are a little past someone else's priority.

"Look under my feet more like me. Me, me. - You're too bad for yourself."

Kick the grass under your feet. And, scattered grass in my mouth, bounced dirt in my eyes and a big miscalculation. I have a bad feeling about my uncertainty while rushing to do "Peeps".

However, Subaru got the illusion that it was only a little easier to feel that it was getting harder somewhere when such a dumb fit for him.

So,

"Ram, are you worried about Rem?

Question while I know it's not a good idea to disturb her consciousness while using Thousand Eyes.

Running his eyes blood, Lamb, who hasn't put his sight here, is a beat late,

"It would be obvious. Surely that kid is stronger than Ram. But that's no reason not to worry."

"... yeah"

"Whatever you make him do, he's much better up there, and Ram is that kid's sister. Only that position will never waver"

Under firm determination, her position as sister had been exercised.

Until he found out about it again this way, Subaru admits the fact that she was greatly underestimating her, for example, using that position just to be great.

And since I admitted it, Subaru also has to decide to be ready again.

"The truth is, it was ideal after I joined Rem."

Scratch your head and say so and start flexing exercises.

Did you even feel something that didn't sincerely fall into Subaru's attitude, or Lamb, who failed to achieve results, ends the thousand eyes and regains sight?

wiping her bloody right eye with a cloth out of her nostrils, she frowned suspiciously,

"Balth, what are you doing?

"As it stands, it's like you just followed me to pull my leg, me. I told you before we went into the woods, me. It'll help Lem."

Although it was a half-hearted possibility, as things stand, the odds are holding back to about seven to three. Of course, I have real rack anxiety about pulling the rest of the three.

"Seven or three, it's rare to turn to a side with a high chance of winning. Let's throw it away. - Ram, are you willing to cross a little silly and dangerous bridge?

"In the woods with a hungry beast and a young man - a more dangerous situation than this, I guess not as a maiden"

"Oh, my gosh, this sister."

Laughing, then Subaru breathed heavily and opened his eyes.

If Subaru is right, this should change the situation. Even though I know that's what I need, I can't stop my mind from being scared.

- I can't stop freaking out now. Little dwarves tell the story. I don't care if you freak out and pull the potato, but if you can move it to execution, you won't have any complaints.

He strikes himself with a scolding he doesn't know if he's weak or strong, and Subaru speaks of it.

If Subaru is right, it should come.

"Ram, I'm actually..."

- "I'm back to death," he said in his mouth.

Forbidden to tell. Subaru behaves in an attempt to tell it, breaking the contraindication. What Subaru was about to say, the look on Ram's face froze.

No - time stopped it.

The world loses its color, the sound disappears, and the concept of time is rooted and blown away.

And in a world where stagnation is equally imposed on all of it, when the existence of escaping its constraints suddenly appeared before Subaru's eyes.

- You're here.

The whining hasn't actually made a sound.

But I put a delivery and a wish and a poison in the current one. If it makes you feel a little better, the buffet is down and very good.

- In a world where time has stopped, there is only one black one unaffected by it.

Appearing out of nowhere, it begins to contour the arms in front of a vulgarizing Subaru. Fingers are born, wrists are born, elbows are grown, and two arms are derived - that's the mutation of the last time I saw it. But for the third time, there was even more change this time.

"To the shoulder..."

Beyond his arms, his shoulders and thoughts are pictured.

I created it from the tip of my fingers to my shoulders. That no longer fits what I would call a fine 'single arm'.

It gradually begins to tie a clear statue from the point of first sight. Whenever you increase the number of times, you are afraid that the erosion caused by the wax will proceed, while Subaru will not be given time to chew it up into particles.

Fingers slip without hesitation into Subaru's chest creeping the growth of the black cunt.

Beyond the thin flesh of his chest, he strokes his ribs, all the way to the heart, which is protected inside his sternum.

Even if you know it's coming, pain is not something you can stand if you cross an area.

That pain, which gripped my heart directly, was in an area where I could not speak without screaming and beating around like crazy.

A long, painful, embarrassing time of anguish persists.

The rhythm of the heart goes crazy, the blood flow is pushed out into the mess and the whole body screams. Blood tears erupt in the pain and the chewed back teeth unwittingly crack.

With the pain not surprising that so much has happened, Svalbard, who is stopping it, can neither exude it in his reaction to the outside world, and can only continue to take it.

Eventually the painful time will be far away and my vision will stain bright white -,

"-Balth?"

Called upon, Subaru realizes that he was bending his knees.

From his overturned mouth was a saliva, rushing to wipe it with his sleeve and stand up,

"Danger, danger, daydreaming"

"It's the same with Balus who's sick. Don't do anything you can't do, leave it to Ram. So how do I get a lem..."

Speaking of which, Ram looks around when he changes his expression haha.

In the fallen forest of silence, tree branches shake in the wind, and only the faint blurring of the leaves echoes. clear his ears to them. Ram looked Subaru,

"What have you done, Balus?"

"... just for a moment, I went on a painful bet"

That much pain, that remnants of it, is now nowhere left in the body.

A glimmer of gratitude only for being ugly about that way of leaving only a thorough scratch on your spirit, but leaving you with the strength to get physical.

Whatever...

"The wind is disturbing... and the beast odor is approaching. That, too, is a great number"

In the deep greenery that deliberately begins to lose its tranquility, the face of the ram is fixed in the right direction on the sieve. When they sent their gaze to you, they saw multiple red light points approaching from a distance.

Five first. It'll encount you in a dozen seconds. Rams to get back to it. Pull the one-handed sword out of its sheath next door and prepare Subaru for another inevitable battle.

"I still can't find Rem...!

"Well, don't worry. Probably not too far away from rendezvous.

"How can you say that?"

shrugging his shoulders at the ram that comes intimidating him with a sharp gaze,

"Rem's purpose is to hunt down the Warcraft in the woods. - As long as I'm around, they'll eat me for prey. So in the meantime, Lem has to come here too."

I've been thinking about it. I've always wondered.

Why would the Warcraft choose Subaru as their target?

In this repeated loop Subaru was bound to be cursed every time he encounted with the Warcraft. Rather than being an inevitable fate, there was some kind of compulsion at work that Subaru would always be targeted when he encountered the Warcraft, but it was late.

Warcraft overreacts to the presence of Subaru. The answer to that reason could be drawn from the statements of persons who were equally overreacting. All the time,

"The leftover incense of the witch,"

Warcraft is the external enemy of mankind supposedly created by witches.

And they were constantly overreacting to Subaru, who smelled like a witch. It would be the same reason we went into the woods and Subaru was attacked all the time.

If the Warcraft shows up in a faintly drifting way, I'll make it smell so luxurious.

So magnificent that the warcraft in the forest gathers all the warcraft that cursed Subaru, and even the lems that followed it join us.

That's Subaru's idea, a good way to help yourself after rendezvous with Rem.

- Name it, Operation Natsuki Subaru.

As always, the prospects carried well, though in a way that did not put my position at the forefront.

Once before, it was helpful that the words that Pompous and Beatrice were spilling were caught when the Pompous appeared when he tried to tell Emilia to return to death.

The leftover incense of the witch surrounding Subaru thickens with the emergence of the

- Perhaps it has something to do with witches.

So the signs of a witch drifting from Subaru become thicker each time that the beast appears, and consequently it becomes effective as a living bait that calls on the Warcraft.

The anguish that can't be communicated to anyone and the severe pain that can't be appealed to anyone.

Subaru distorts the edge of his mouth by leaving even the imminent threat in front of him with the fate that prepared them, to the refreshment that he did for his adversaries.

- Oh, I finally rewarded my destiny for setting this loop up!

When you drink in your heart and re-grip your one-handed sword, you stand up against the imminent Warcraft.

And he spoke aloud against the ram that lined up next to him.

"Well, when it comes to fighting, I'm super counting on you. So, nice to meet you!

"Look back at what you're saying later, objectively"

Delayed by the sighing rum's voice, the wind blade hits a swarm approaching from the front.

- The end of the battle with the Warcraft was once again about to be opened by changing the cast.