TS Reincarnated as the Sub Heroine

　It was a very sad incident in which a young girl who loved her sister was violated by the ass of a human waste (birdie).
 
　Mel got up, shaking her body and her eyes swollen red, and then she cursed Birdie with a foul mouth. I'm not sure what to make of it.
 
　Birdie watches on with a grin and satisfaction, crossing his arms in a very happy manner.
 
　...This man is truly the worst. He is the incarnation of the word "immature.”
　Is Kriha really okay with this guy as her partner? Isn't she disillusioned after watching the whole thing of the current outrageous act?
 
"After all, Master Birdy is a strong man..."
 
　...Unfortunately, Kriha doesn't seem to mind at all.
 
　But I can't overlook this behavior. It's not only unbecoming of a hero, it's also an act of questionable human decency. I have to get Birdy to apologize by tomorrow.
 
　No, before that. Aren't the onlookers enraged at what we just did?　I mean, we've had our people beaten up like that, we could have been beaten to a pulp.
 
"You're a real piece of work, taking Mel down like that. Now, why don't you play for your life with me?　Somebody read me a priest, priest."
"I heard that the priest had an unfortunate accident while he was watching a young girl, he crashed into a large rock to the east and was buried deep in the ground. He'll have his hands full with his own healing today.
Fio's back home today, I think.”
"Oh, really? Fio can be our healer today, or you can go get someone. Okay, let's kill each other then."
 
　My fears were completely unfounded. Seeing Birdie's skill with the spear, which is called the divine realm, the men of the village started to challenge him one after another with excited expressions. No one cared about Mel, who had just run off.
 
　According to Fio, I thought the residents of this village were all family. Isn't that a little too heartless?　Or are they just a family in form?
 
　──── What's really going on in this village?
 
　I let out a sigh as I looked in the direction Mel had run off in.
 
"Are you worried about Mel, guest?"
"Yeah, uh, yeah, you..."
Again, I'm Runt. I hear you're members of Fio's party, boys. Nice to meet you."
 
　A young man who looked to be about the same age as me spoke to me, probably with such a gloomy expression on his face. I thought that I knew him from somewhere, and immediately went back to my memory.
 
　Yeah, that's right. I'm pretty sure it was the poor kid who was in the middle of a fight when Mel revealed his first love story to him. I'm pretty sure I only caught a glimpse of his face because his mouth was covered and he was swallowed up by onlookers, but I'm pretty sure it was him.
 
"What is common knowledge in this village is common knowledge out there. The common sense of this village is not the common sense of the outside world, and you should not treat the people of this village according to your framework. Just so you know, Mel doesn't want to be worried about you."
"...I see. But I can't see what you're doing now, so I'll give you a warning later. Not for Mel's sake, but for Birdie's."
That, too, I'm afraid, is none of my business. Did you say Birdie?　He's a pretty good guy. In this village, he was right to do what he did. In this village, the winner of a fight smiles broadly and taunts the loser. That's the culture here, you wouldn't expect that outside, would you?"
 
　The young man smiled. I've never heard of such a culture before. He is a resident of the village, so I'm sure it's not wrong information.
 
"...It's a pretty mean village, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's right. It's not uncommon for people to get sick of this village and leave."
Then let's stop that practice.
If this were a normal village, I suppose we could just stop it."
 
　Runt said. "If this village is a normal village.
 
　This is the village of Mikual. It is a sacred place of the human race that has reigned as the guardian of the human race since time immemorial. It is certainly not an ordinary village, I suppose.
 
　But what does that have to do with Birdie's vile act earlier?
 
"In this village. It's the first place you learn not to give up."
 
　Runt spoke to me, smiling at the killing match between Birdie and the village people unfolding in front of him.
 
"The people of this village, no matter how outnumbered, no matter how humiliated. No matter how bad the odds, no matter how humiliating. They teach you to remember that you don't want to lose."
"That's... I think it's wonderful."
Right?"　Next, you will be taught how you should act if you don't want to lose. It's also a fool's errand to charge at a higher ranked opponent to death just because you don't want to lose."
"Huh. I see what you mean."
"Do you understand by now?　Do you understand the principles of human behavior in the village of Mikual?"
 
　...I wonder if I'm this dumb. I know what he's saying, but I don't understand what he's trying to say.
 
　Are you trying to say that there are a lot of people who hate to lose in this village?　If that's the case, why do we have a culture of taunting and provoking losers?
 
"The short answer is. Mel hasn't given up on winning yet."
Hasn't she admitted defeat in the earlier match yet?"
"No, I admit it. But losing once doesn't mean it's the end, right?　You grow because there is always another time. In fact, there's nothing like failure to make you grow."
Huh."
That's why. That's why those of us who have won give a shout out to those who have lost. "That's why those who have lost a fight are always encouraged by those who have won, in the hope that the next time they fight, they will beat them and give themselves a chance to grow. I hope that the loser will grow up and beat me again."
 
　After listening to Runt's story, I finally understood. Is the purpose of taunting losers to encourage them to come back and challenge you again? What a twisted culture we live in.
 
"...I see. Then the first thing they teach you is to never give up. ────"
"Exactly. If the person who loses is the kind of person who is unfaithful and gives up, then this growth spiral will not occur. The most important rule in this village is "Never stop growing, never stop moving. The people of this village will always challenge someone to a fight, and will blast the person who loses."
"...But Birdie doesn't know about such customs. It's simply his humanity that is rotten. If we don't lecture him and correct him later, it won't be good for his own good."
 
　Yeah. There was no way Birdie, who had never been to this village before, could have known about such a custom. Even I, who had done a lot of research, did not know about it.
 
No, I'm sure you didn't know that. Did you say Birdie?　He's very good at reading the air, isn't he? Just before that wonderful fart, he seemed to glance over at the onlookers and decide what he wanted to do."
・・・・ Oh, really?"
 
　...Come to think of it, Birdie was definitely a genius when it came to reading the atmosphere.
 
　Oh, intense reflection. If what Runt said was true, I was about to do something very unnecessary.
 
Well, I guess I'll go challenge Birdie. If Fio comes, tell him it's been a long time. I won't be able to talk much if I'm out cold or dying."
 
　When the land changes, the inhabitants change. When the people change, the culture changes.
 
　In a strange place, one's own sense of ethics and morality may not always be correct. Especially in this village, which is a closed and unique environment.
 
　I didn't realize I had neglected such an obvious thing. I was ashamed of myself.
 
 
 
"Well, one more shot. And I can't fart anymore. I can't fart anymore. I managed to fart out."
 
 
　By the time Runt stood in front of Birdie, most of the onlookers who had gathered were on the ground and had their asses pointed at Birdie.
 
　I let out a sigh at the indescribably stupid scene. No matter what the reason, the air of this village does not suit my skin. I would never want to live here.
 
　But. It's because they are so greedy for their own growth that they have always remained strong and have been able to exist as the last line of defense for the human race since time immemorial.
 
　So I decided to keep my respect for them. No matter how eccentric they may be. They're acting according to their own moral code, and there's nothing I, a stranger, can blame them for.
 
 
"Runt," I think it's called. This is the last one. Take this, my lower rectal sphincter, and pull out all the remaining intestinal gas. Unh-unh!
 
 
　Finally, Birdie was the only one standing on the side of the road. All the onlookers were lying on the ground and looking up at the sky, looking frustrated, but also somewhat happy.
 
 
　These rugged men are the warriors of Mikual who have been protecting us humans from destruction.
 
 
 
"Noooooooooo!　──── Oh."
 
 
　I pretended not to hear the dirty sound coming from Birdie's ass. This foolishness came to an end when the young man fell to the ground.
 
　It occurred to me that no one had gone to call Fio. It occurred to me, so I went back to the village chief's house where she was sleeping. Some of the people who were hit seemed to be breathing badly, so I had to hurry.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Ha-ha-ha!　My people are a bunch of idiots!
"You're the first of them, boss. Huh, why do I have to deal with a mountain of patients as soon as I get back home?"
　
Evening.
 
　We returned to the village chief's house and were treated to an unusually delicious home-cooked meal by his mistress who was at home. The mistress did not sit around the table with us, but finished cooking and kissed the village chief before leaving.
 
　According to the village chief, she was his mistress in charge of the household chores. I asked him if he was okay with her being treated like a housekeeper.　He laughed pleasantly and said that she was in a position to be envied.　He laughed pleasantly.
 
　It seems that everyone wants the right to go in and out of the village chief's house during the day.
 
　...So this guy is the type of guy who happily talks about how popular he is.
 
　The conversation turned to the confrontation between Mel and Birdie. Birdie told him that she had beaten up all the men in the village, and the village chief liked her very much.
 
　The village chief laughed and said, "By all means, come be Fio's wife," and it was funny when they both shook their heads with straight faces.
 
　Fio and Birdie. It's amazing that they can get along so well without being aware of each other at all. I envy them just a little bit.
 
　After that, only Fio said she wanted to visit her parents and left the village chief's house. The rest of us were entertained by the old man and drank until late at night.
 
　The day I spent in the village of Mikual, which I had longed to visit since I was a child, was full of unknowns for me, and I was very tired. However, I was happy to be able to feel a newfound respect for the resilient people who have been carrying the "lives of innocents" since ancient times, which we are carrying now.
 
 
　The heroes I was aiming for were definitely here.