Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Uh, this is that one. It's not the original world. It's probably the greatest gimmick I've ever seen."

Diving through the gate of light that appeared beside the young lady who said she was a god, Lotus Yakiya realized that she had stepped out into a place in some forest, like a solidified street, with little time lag.

On the left and right of the road it is a deep forest, only a tree stands can be seen, but directly above the road there is a clean view of the sky, and the two suns that immediately came to understand that that place, where Lotus Ya is now in the blue sky, is a completely different place than the one that sent the years of ninety-four, shines white.

The reality that there are two suns in the sky has had a deep impact on Lianya, but at the same time I feel just a little reassured that the color of the sky itself is as blue as the sky in Lianya's memory.

If we were to say that the color of the sky is purple because this is the other world, we would have been able to set up an ungrateful chicken lace where accepting reality first or causing mental abnormality first.

Looking around with that in mind, I realize that shades, etc. are not so different from the original world, even if Lianya, who is oblivious to such things, doesn't know the type of trees.

To some extent, it seems that the common sense that I have works, which I found out was a big thing for Lianya.

Even if the memory itself is cleanly and refreshingly initialized, the experiences and common sense that are staining you are not so easily discarded.

What he was wearing was clean white shorts, trousers and qualitative leather shoes, and he was not wearing a single piece of armed clothing.

Speaking of which, the word "Inventory" appears in Lianya's sight, wondering if it might be a little dangerous to wear it in the woods while she hasn't checked to what extent the destination world is a dangerous one.

When I chose it with my gaze, a translucent window opened in front of Lianya, like when the young girl showed Lianya the map of the world.

The window is separated by a horizontal 15 helix in the vertical 15, with a small icon-like image displayed in the ascent.

In it, information poured into my head when Lianya touched the money-like icon with her fingertips.

Currency: Ten gold coins

Apparently it is money as you see it.

Understanding that it would be like a farewell from that god, Lianya ascertains one by one what else is in it.

Stored in the window to be inventoried were 10 gold coins with 12 packets of portable food and 6 primary wound pills, 3 bandages, 1 swing of bamboo knife, 1 set of leather armor and 1 water bottle with water.

As the leather armor is understandable, the explanatory statement flows behind the brain when Lianya touches the icon, thinking why the bamboo knife.

< Bamboo Knife: Grade 10 (Artifact), Indestructible Attribute >

Lianya tilts her neck wondering what the hell it is with the artifact.

The answer came right back.

< Report: Help startup, artifacts are lost crafts. Refers to objects of quality that cannot be created intentionally by the hands of a person. As a classification, it will all be of ten grades >

Lianya is impressed that it has become a convenient body.

Apparently, even if you say a bamboo knife, you just boast the performance of saying it was brought out of God's world.

I'll touch the leather armor if that's what it looks like.

Leather Armor: Grade 2, Commercial

This was a very ordinary item as far as I can tell.

Unfortunately, if armor had an indestructible attribute on it, it would have been invincible. Unfortunately, when Lianya lightly tapped the icon on the inventory twice with her fingertips, two items emerged: gear and retrieval, so she chooses the gear without hesitation.

The leather armor icon disappeared from the inventory and Lianya's body glowed slightly instead.

When the light subsided, the torso armor protecting the torso from the top of the clothes and the armor covering the elbow to wrist were equipped on Lianya's body.

This seems to be one set.

I was unhappy with Lianya for having an indefensible head and lower body, but convince myself that I shouldn't want much because it's what I get, and then I'll equip myself with a bamboo knife as well.

This one had no twist whatsoever and was the bamboo knife itself in Lianya's knowledge.

The length was three feet and eight inches, called san pachi, and usually belonged to a lot longer of the bamboo knives used by the slightly larger ones, but they were light enough to wield, so Lianya thought it would be a lot more convenient if they were longer.

Nevertheless, when Lianya holds the thought of why the bamboo knife doesn't make sense, a message flows through her head again.

< Report: Help activation Really - I was supposed to let him have around the small sword, but all the weapon relationships would be of ten grades, and the angels forbamboo knife forbade me to take them out, and if I had any experience with Kendo in my lifetime, I would be user-friendly, so I gave them to him. From God >

I suspect that this is not a help function anymore, but a regular email, but once you have thought about it, there is no part of it that is convincing if you can tell that it is an item given to you.

In the first place, though the question remained as to why there was a bamboo knife in the kingdom of God.

Because it's a question that doesn't have an answer anyway, Lianya decides to forget it and turns her mind to say what to do now.

Toddler girl, I should have been able to say that the request from that God was almost fulfilled at the time it was sent to another world this way.

Later, for a few decades or so, I wandered around and didn't know where it was granted to this body, but scattered what would be a resource would complete the mission.

In that case, we need to have everything we need to make life as easy and enjoyable as possible over those decades.

"First of all, if we don't aim for people, we won't talk about it."

I didn't know which part of the map I was shown before I was sent, which part of it was made to appear, but I'm on the road for now, so I'm pretty sure if I even went forward or backward, I'd be out in people any day.

If there was a problem, it was in terms of which way it was close to going.

In hand-held luggage, Lianya thinks it's finally time to live for a few days even if you try to chop it up.

More importantly, it was harsh that there was only one water bottle for me.

It will all be used for drinking water, and then I have absolutely no amount of use for other uses, such as wiping my body or washing my face or hands.

This was a very serious issue as a former Japanese Lianya.

"I guess I'll just have to put up with it. I would have liked to have it dropped somewhere a little easier to understand. You totally careless loli..."

It was easy to imagine that he would have let the eyes down to an unpopular place, but still Lianya could not stop the curse words from coming out with his mouth shut.

After cursing the toddler for a while, and having no choice but to do this, Lotus Yaya stood perpendicular on the road when she picked up the appropriate twig on the side of the road.

"I'll leave it to the stick knockers. It's a used story."

It was a divine request to walk in the direction of the fall.

However, as for Lianya, who had seen a young girl named God until earlier, I learned some resistance to doing that, so I decided to reconsider that it was a favor by chance.

"Now, which way to fall.

It was when Lianya tried to get her hands off the stick.

The ears of Lianya captured the voice of a faint man in the silence of his surroundings.

If you turn around as you stand, the stick with your hands released falls on the opposite side of Lianya's direction.

That was just the result of showing the opposite, over there and on the road with Lianya.

"More so..."

If we are to act as we originally decided, it is the muscle that walks in the direction of the fall of the stick.

But the sound captured by Lianya's ears was almost certainly a scream of man.

There shouldn't have been much time to be lost, but still this gets lost.

A scream would mean that some trouble was in that direction.

Totally ignoring that, going in the opposite direction is synonymous with hitting the run, Lianya thinks.

But for Lianya, who has just come to this world, she has no clue, so she has no step-in-law or reason to have to take action against screams.

Still, Lianya ran out in a screaming direction after a while.

Because Lianya didn't have the words to answer the query herself, but to say that she had a voice if she insisted was a sign that there was someone there, apart from good and evil and others.

If anyone, they can also ask in some direction of the city.

Worst of all, you can meditate your eyes when it comes to what you're doing on the spot.

With that much thought, Lianya decided to go to the voice.

It was quick to move into action as long as it was decided.

With the bamboo knife in his left hand, Lianya looked out for the lightness of his running leg.

Whether the memory is skipped or the flesh is rejuvenated thanks to the toddler girl, the contents are souls that have grown in abundance at the age of 94.

Somewhere in that memory, the information tells Lianya that she never ran so lightly in her lifetime.

Wasn't there a point in fulfilling God's request, even if we could have just experienced this?

Appreciating his body, which has no way of losing his breath, if Lianya ran, he could quickly see the current state of the screams he had heard.

From a distance, several men dressed in leather armor on shallow black skin surrounded a blonde woman in a monk's uniform and a woman in that monk's uniform with a long sword behind her back, this one had long dark hair ponytailed, and the scene surrounded a woman dressed in what she called partial armor, covering her body's main points with sheet metal parts.

Seeing the sight, Lianya immediately changed her mind.

This is a scene where you can't meditate on your eyes.

If I told you the truth, I couldn't say that Lianya was completely unwilling to look aside for a while and see how the situation would change.

I have the idea of what it would be like to be a person, but it's also a rare occasion to see, and if you're not in a position to be blamed for watching it closely, then those thoughts come naturally too.

While I was talking about myself, I died at the age of 94, so I didn't have to wonder if you could wither a little longer, it was Lianya.

It seems that Lianya's figure, which runs over at a good speed, was soon found by the people at the scene.

The surrounding men were slightly wary, but soon their expressions became loose as if they had made a fool of themselves.

The surrounding women came to a slight delight and quickly became expressions of disappointment.

It was Lianya who was suddenly sorry to go to the scene, but she ran straight without being able to change direction.

Their expression was understandable to some extent even to Lianya.

From the men, from a moment of vigilance that said there were more enemies, he would have seen Lianya and immediately determined that was not enough of a threat.

It is presumed from the women that the helping hand appeared to have come and determined that it would be unlikely that they would be able to get help from Lianya's appearance.

To the crude leather armor, Lianya comforted herself that she could not help but think so with a bamboo knife.

Lianya realizes that there is a more pressing problem than that, stops a little away from the group of men and women, coughs up small and then speaks up.

"Uh, yeah. Does that make sense? This?

"What can I do for you? You're the deserter who escaped from some battlefield out of that outfit?

One of the men answered Lianya, who spoke roughly.

Lianya's concern was whether conversations would be established in different worlds.

I seem to have acquired a lot of skills at a young girl's place, but I remember saying that it was a different world language, but I still have the anxiety that it can really be used when I actually try it.

If I couldn't use it, Lotus Ya, who naturally doesn't know it as one, such as the language of another world, thought the conversation was unlikely to be concluded, so I approximated and talked to him, but there was a fact that surprised him more than the result of saying the words made sense.

Because the words that came out of my mouth were words I had never heard myself.

Still, I can use it, and I can understand what they're saying.

Conversely, Lianya was surprised that she could not speak a word of the world she was in.

Apparently, this is the effect of a skill called a different world language.

Whether this is convenient or inconvenient, at that point, Lianya could not make a decision, but for the time being, I decide to think that it is a good thing that she did not have to worry about words to get better.

"Hey, what's up? Shut up. Did you suddenly bluff?

The men laughed at Lianya, who sank into his thoughts and became silent, deciding that he was afraid of the situation around him, although it was good that he had jumped into momentum.

"Uh, Ma, what is that? Wait a minute."

Without paying any attention to such a laugh, Lianya makes observations about the women surrounded.

Both were beautiful women like you've never seen in the original world.

A woman in a monk's uniform has big blue eyes that are a little drooling over her long, loosely wavy blonde hair.

Covering the whole body was clothing based on black, which in the original world was grossly similar to that worn by the people of the profession known as Sister, but the body that comes to mind only dumb sounds that kind of stuffed the demands of the men even this, is already making the clothes stuck from the inside.

Whatever this is, Lianya wondered if I might be in the wrong size of one or two clothes.

The woman who covers the woman behind her back is also a beautiful woman.

Slightly hung, sharp black eyes with long, wet-feathered hair tied at a high head position.

Though the figure is slightly inferior to the beauty behind it, in terms of volume, the toko that exits and pulls in is a truly irregular shape, wearing a black shirt with something like a red shirt and an iron shoulder and chest armor with a hand.

Move your gaze toward the men.

Immediately Lianya stopped looking.

It's boring to see a man, and whispering, but for once, I just made sure that the men had uniformly shallow black skin and were equipped with leather armor that was better built than their own but similar.

It's just strange, I don't feel armed.

They were all bare hands.

The number is six, and I wonder if I can handle this on my own with an armed brunette, but hearing the woman's words will deepen Lianya's doubts.

"I don't know who, but run! These guys are out of hand!

"Oh, really?

"These are soldiers of the mercenary kingdom! Don't worry about us! Run!"

That was a woman who didn't just say the story would make sense, but even if it was common sense in this world, there's no way it would go to Lianya, who doesn't know that at all.

"Hey you, we're busy. It won't cost you anything where you peeled off, so if you keep going right, I'm gonna miss you."

"Hmm, that's okay, but I kind of feel like turning around here. I wonder what it's like as a person to do the right thing?

Lianya thinks it's either the protagonist in the story or a hero synonymous with an asshole who helps strangers without knowing the situation.

"Uh no, sketchy minded fool, do you even say"

"What are you talking about, this guy? If you're jealous, do you mix it up? I'm gonna spill it on you, okay?

To the hella and laughing men, the women turn their gaze of disgust.

The men uttered certain deadly words to Lianya, who I think would be in trouble if he could turn that gaze towards us.

"What can you do with a stick like that? If they grabbed me, it would be over."

"Ah?"

Until then, the look on Lianya's face, who said that she was in trouble, changed and was colored with killing intentions.

That was an impulse that Lianya herself did not know how it happened, but what we can certainly tell is that the words now unleashed in front of her were an unforgivable word for Lianya herself.

"Say it again"

"What the... If they grab a stick like that, it'll be over."

Suddenly, the man who thinks he still has an advantage over numbers in the voice of Lotus Yaya, who got low and cold, repeats the words he said earlier.

To the man, Lianya stuck out his cut when he silently held a bamboo knife with one of his left hands.

"What the hell is this?"

"I'll let you grip it. Then I'll beat you thoroughly, so be prepared."

To Lianya, who said coldly, the men replied with a blast.

"You're an idiot. I'm sorry! You want us to beat the shit out of each other with this stick and let them grip us?

"Isn't this guy crazy?

"Asshole, that's funny! I'll grip you. I hope you'll regret the silliness!

A man with his cuttoe poked at him clutched it with his right hand unconstitutionally.

"Look, I gripped him!

From a man's point of view, he was probably going to pull the bamboo knife he gripped with his strength and launch an attack on Lianya.

But Lianya's actions were outside the man's expectations.

The moment he grabbed the tip of the bamboo knife, Lianya grabbed the pattern with both hands and quickly twisted it.

In the first place, what is called a bamboo knife is made slightly thicker in the pattern and cutting tip.

It is natural but more advantageous to hold the thick side, both on the thick side and on the thin side, which force is strongly exerted.

Unless there is an excessive difference in force, the bamboo knife begins to rotate with it twisted.

In the man's hand, Lianya pulled the bamboo knife out of the man's hand at the same time as the cutting tip began to spin.

All Lianya did was say, pull as she twisted the bamboo knife, but the bamboo knife, which was squeezed into the man's hand with all that motion, was gently pulled out of the man's hand.

"Huh?"

Perhaps there was considerable confidence in the power.

And yet the man lightly snatched back the bamboo knife, I don't understand the sight that's happening in front of me.

Lianya was not such a sweet person as to wait for the man's understanding to catch up with reality.

He threw the pulled bamboo knife straight into the man's throat, adding a sharp step.

The thrust of the weight of each person, aggregated and released at the tip, pierces the throat of a man standing flat, blowing his body backwards.

Lotus Yaya's low voice echoes as her surroundings unwittingly watched what happened and returned to the erection of her frontal eyes.

"This is a knife, not a stick. It's not a question of what it's made of."

"Oh my God, this..."

A guy who tried to go on with the bastard, now he rolls to the ground eating a poke at the dovetail and sprinkling his saliva.

They had no idea.

That we are in the realm of Lianya's murder.

Lotus Yayo runs between the men who are still unable to move, even if they were taken away.

If the bamboo knife in its hand ripped the space at a rate that would not even allow a counterattack or defense, it would not have taken as long until the men poked around rolled their white eyes to the ground from the eyebrows, throats and dovetails to the steep point beneath their noses.

"I don't know if you can hear me."

From the remnants of his heart, he puts a proper bamboo knife on his left hip, says Lianya.

"Even a nari like this is a weapon. Properly capable of killing. It is not Dada who is banned from poking until a certain age.

Whether it is Kendo or swordsmanship, the most lethal technique is thrusting.

Even the Japanese knife, which is said to lose its sharpness if a few are slaughtered, has slaughtered dozens of people to the point where it is said that its power will not diminish.

Its power, to say the bamboo knife, carries the risk of killing people during games.

"Mostly, you thought it would come with a blow, but there's no way there's a fool to hit you with such a light weapon without a blade? Think a little before you make fun of people, you guys."

Lotus Yakiya said to throw up while I thought you wouldn't be hearing me.

Lianya's penetration was not just a protrusion of a bamboo knife, but a slight twist added to increase penetration.

Furthermore, Lianya didn't know, but it makes no sense at all no matter how many men were working out if she got an attack in the steep where an indestructible attribute said she would unilaterally destroy her opponent if it was destructible.

This could be several people dead, I think Lianya noticed that she was not at all moved by the fact that she had committed an act called murder.

"... maybe this is the only place that's dried up"

Lianya shrugged her shoulder as she looked down at the six men who were not even tickled, which was a strange thought as I did.

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