Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

On a beautiful day, I was put in a cage and went out.

Heggard had been vacating the house for a few days.

After lunch, as usual, my sister made up her mind about me, and my brother called out to my sister.

"Miloo, bring Al to your room."

"Uh, Al says he's already asleep."

"Fine, fine."

My sister hugs me and I head to my brother and sister's room.

Even though I just turned one, it would be hard for my five-year-old sister to hold me up.

But when she lifted me up, the only thing she could do was walk, and my sister headed to the room with a neat, unreliable foothold similar to the one I walked.

Don't drop or fall.

"Miloo, can't you put Al in this cage?

Hey, what are you talking about?

"Um, I know I'm going in, but why? Brother, are you gonna hide me?

From what I've seen, it does seem like it's going in, but you're a little small. Mostly that cage, isn't it, like, an eye shopping cage? If you let me in, even some fans will have a hard time carrying it.

"Whoa, I thought I'd show Dick and Kelly Al's guy. They haven't seen a little baby yet."

"Huh? 'Cause your mother still says you can't take her outside, right?

Oh? Are you taking me outside? I think I can gather more information.

I'm glad to hear that.

"Mun already said she'd lost her neck, and she'll be fine."

"Is that okay? But if it's that cage, it's small. I'd be tired if I wasn't a cage the size I could carry, and it'd be tough if I dropped it."

Oh, you look like a sister, you care about your brother properly.

I look up at my sister with a smile on my face.

"Um, you sure do. Miloo, you had a backpack in the warehouse. How about that one?

A backpack like I would imagine (like a country grandmother would use when doing business) would put you in enough. If you get up inside and hang your hand on the edge of the cage, you may be able to see the sights outside and fully, but can you fulfill it and carry it on a seven-year-old Fern?

I should probably walk here.

I can walk.

I tried to say.

"I know I can walk. But Al's still a baby. It's late, and I might fall. If you fall, if you get hurt, it's gonna be tough, so I'll carry you."

Because if you get hurt, Shall's gonna scold you so badly, right?

"Brother, I'll bring the cage. Wait a minute."

When Miloo said so, he ran out and left the room.

"Al, I'm going to introduce you to everyone today. You just don't have a father, and if you get out of there sooner, you'll be fine."

It was strictly forbidden for me to leave the house because I was still a baby.

Naturally, it should have been thorough with my brother and sister.

"Yeah, I've never been outside before. Glad."

But I can walk all by myself, and I have 45 years of life experience in conjunction with my previous life, so I'm knowledgeable. From what I can tell, even my father is a kid. There's nothing like going outside somewhat.

"Well, that was just fine"

My sister came back while I was talking about this. I'm holding a back cage knitted in a shaped vine that's a little smaller than my imaginary grandmother's back cage. I took the lid off the landscape used by the elementary school students and made it feel like it was about three turns large. I can't sit on this. But I wouldn't have a problem at all for standing in a cage and grabbing the edge.

"All right, let's go. You're at Dick's first."

That said, he held me up and put me in a cage.

"Al, I'm getting my hands on you right here. Don't let go of me."

My sister paid proper attention to me.

"Then let's go...... Whoa, I forgot something."

My brother, trying to go out with his sister, had a sword on his hips.

Though I expected it wouldn't be modern first, a sword...

Besides, it seems to be subtly used.

Uh, this whole modern theory has been denied. Time slip confirmed?

"Brother, can I bring out my sword?

"Oh, my father said I had to be able to fight at all times."

That's what Farn says, regulating his sword belt. Can you use it?

"Besides, I train swords, too, because arming is normal as a knight."

Huh? You're training. I didn't know. Besides, it's amazing how you talk about knighthood mindset at the age of seven. I reviewed my brother a bit. I thought you were just a busy kid.

"Training... It hasn't been about a month since I started. It's not heavy?

Reviewed and lost. I knew you were a fucking kid.

"You can go. Hey, look, it's okay."

There is no fluttering, a brother who stands up in a firm foothold and walks in the room.

Oh, this won't be a problem.

"I can see Al's face all over. Can't you find it?

My sister looks a little worried and says.

"Um, okay, bring a sickle and cloth or a candle"

Oh, it's going to be covered.

After all, it was covered with a lid as expected. There is a sickle between the cage and the cage.

"Al, grab the sickle pattern. Then let's go."

Will you keep the sight outside for a while?

I grabbed the sickle pattern as I crouched in to keep my head out of the cage. It is covered with a lid from above. Looks like he went outside the house. Someone immediately called out.

"Oh, no, Farn boy. Where are you going?

He's an old man named Bogus who hears voices from time to time. I always get the hit from the way I'm talking to him that he's a father's man.

"Hey, Bogus, I'm just gonna head up to the river plain and mow some reeds. Miloo's with me."

"Really, take care and go"

From my senses, it's not normal for an adult to speak politely to a kid like this no matter how many lord sons he is, or for a kid to answer flatly without feeling for it. But this seems normal from the last year's observation.

She was able to leave the premises of the house without any particular problems.

After a few minutes, my brother said, "Take him away already," so my sister took him away. He stood up in the cage and looked around as he grabbed the edge firmly.

Oh, it's a shitty country sight, as expected. The building that can be seen about two hundred meters away will be our home (the opposite of the direction of travel becomes a sight because it is carried by my brother). There are about three small buildings in the mother house and others, surrounded by wooden fences. The seasonal pattern (maybe it's February now) is a little chilly, but the sky is blue and beautiful as it falls out.

There is a straight, consolidated path stretching from the house, and on either side of it is some kind of field, nothing plants have grown, but only a few acres are beautifully lined up, and you can see they are plowed properly.

After a few minutes while I was at it, I got a little sick, either because I was headed back or because I was rocking quite a bit. I told my brother I was going forward, and I managed to reorient myself in the cage in the direction of progress. Now I have my hand on my brother's shoulder.

I crossed the river and went a little further and saw the house on my left. The door of the house is open. There were four children beside the house. They all look younger than their brother. Did you say you were a little under the same age as my sister?

"Hey Dick, I'll introduce you. It's Alain. You're cute."

New facts I just learned. Do you call my real name Alain? Your nickname is Al, right? Then you should think that your brother or sister also has a proper name, not an nickname.

My brother spoke up, and when I unloaded the cage, an older child rushed up among them.

"Yeah!? Master Farn, did you bring me here?

I took a good look at the Dick-like boy rushing over with a grin, and I accidentally raised my voice and almost lost my hips. When I started staring at the kid with my eyes rounded, the other three kids came running over late to Dick.

It's the color of the hair of the kids who came running over. Light yellow green, water, pink, blue. They were all dyed very nicely. I thought he was wearing a hat in the distance because the color is color. No one in my family dyed their hair, and I thought they wouldn't have the skill to dye hair in this era (if I didn't want to admit it, but I'm timeslipping it), probably in the 12th to 16th centuries. In fact, as I've seen, hair dyeing seems like a normal thing to do, and I guess it doesn't cost that much. Because it's enough to make a toddler dye so that he can't even be the worker of this poor village.

"It's still a baby! Cute...... 'cause this kid has black hair! Hey, Master Farn, are you dyeing?

Yeah, I knew hair dyeing was common. I know my hair is black due to hair loss, so I'm not surprised to point out the color of my hair, but is it common in the world to even dye baby hair?

"Al's brunette was born. Al has black eyes."

Oh, were your eyes black, too? Because it's a corner, I wanted to try green and blue eyes too. Miloo brags about it for some reason.

"It's true, my eyes are black."

"Rarely"

Toddlers thriving with the color of my hair and eyes on the mouth. My eyes are black, too, because I'm not dead. Don't you know the idiom? While my eyes are black, they're Japanese idioms.

"Hi, I'm Al. Thank you very much."

Let's just say hello. Greeting is a step in communication, and I want to make a good impression.

"Wow, I talked!

"Yeah? You're still so small, you can talk already?

The kids returned their greetings. They seemed stunned at me, and they all opened their mouths to poker and looked at me.

"Yeah, Al can talk now. I can walk, but I'm not good at that because I'm still small."

You're proud of your talking brother. Miloo said proudly again.

"Well, now that I'm a baby as you can see, I can't let you out, but I only showed you guys my brother specially today, but hopefully after a while, when this guy starts playing. Then we'll go."

When Farn said that, he took up the cage again. I go a little further and fold it in my right hand. I walked without rest for about 20 minutes. I passed many houses in the meantime. Farn and Miloo appropriately greeted each other and briefly introduced me. Some still seemed to be dyeing their hair. Then I could see just one house pounding ahead. Looks like it's in the woods after a while.

Farn opened the door when he walked to the front of the house and said, "Kelly, are you there?," he called. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

I'll get back to you soon and the kid will come closer. I was startled again and almost raised my voice. Oh, my God, he had ears. Above my head "..."

"Master Farn, what is it?

When Kelly asks, Farn introduces me like he did earlier. After an exchange about hair color in the same way, Farn said.

"Kelly, the sun is still high, and why don't we do a little sword archery?

Oh, do you train swords, I'd like to see that.

"Yes, Master Farn. My auditorium will walk a little, but are you okay?

"Right there, right? Fine."

Apparently, he's headed out with me in charge of the cage as I go in. Looks like you can see the archery. Sounds interesting, and good for you.

Walking a few more minutes down the road in front of the house, I reached a place where the grass was mowed in a little square shape with a radius of about 10 m. Apparently, the auditorium is here. Fern pulls out his sword quickly when he drops me off the side of the road.

Huh? Are you serious? I thought so, but apparently it's just a bare gesture. Kelly is a wooden knife. Well, shall I finally ask you something I was wondering? Ask Miloo as he looks at the archery.

"Sister, why is Kelly wearing animal ears over her head?

"Oh, Kelly's a werewolf."

What, the Lowe? What, that? You mean werewolves?

"Huh? Werewolves, what?

"Kelly's father and mother are werewolves. So Kelly's a werewolf, too."

Sounds like common sense.

"Well, werewolves."

Let's find out and answer without difficulty. What, eh!? I'm growing a tail... Do you even have a tail? I know because my ears are growing from my head. I also know the tail well. But does the body grow hair other than ears and tails? I wanted to ask, but I reconsidered that there would be such opportunities in the future, and I didn't ask patiently.

But I don't think Farn or Miloo have ever said a word about the werewolves before. And I mean, werewolves, they're not human, are they? You look no different than a human being. It's hard to understand your ears without paying attention if you leave for a moment, and your tail would be unrecognizable if you hid it. Is it tough when you pack it in your underwear or pants, or is it uncomfortable when your tail isn't free to go outside?

I was watching Farn and Kelly's bareback training with that in mind, but I'm just getting tired of postponing the same behavior.

After 15 minutes, I finally got drowsy.

Miloo is knitting with plant stems somehow, I guess it's meant to be a crown or something.

At that time, something jumped into an empty space named the Auditorium where I was pretending. I was a shadow when I thought what it was. As long back as Farn...... not a person!!

He is wrapped around his waist with green skin. His head is bald, his eyes are sharp. My ears are pointy and my fangs are growing from my lower jaw and I'm out a little over my lips. You look like a human being, but for your low back length, you look like an adult. He has a spear-shaped long stick of about a meter in his hand. It would normally be a spear, not a shape. It had rusty floating tips first.

"Go, it's a goblin!

Kelly screams.

What? What!? Goblin? You're lying. Ooh!?

But if they say "goblins" you see in fantasy movies, games, etc, I see it's goblins. It just looks like a goblin anymore. At the same time, I am in disarray. It's not even Earth? This is it.

"Kelly, back off! Miloo, protect Al with a sickle! I got this one!

Huh? Farn, no way, you fight goblins? You're seven. No matter how small they are, they're monsters, right? That won't be possible. You've only been bareback in the first place, haven't you?

"Okay, brother. Kelly, call someone!!

What? Miloo, you, what are you talking about? This is where you run away. Think in common sense. I seriously don't know what it means to fight monsters with just kids. Me screaming pointless with excitement and confusion as I continue to observe with intrigue the goblins I see for the first time in my life, including in my previous life. No, this is what normal people do.

He was too confused, his emotions were too high and he calmed down the other way, and his thinking skills were somewhat restored. That's right, relax. I, don't let the baby flush you. After all the hard work I managed to keep goblin observation with my sober eyes.

I would have just said that the height is approximately 1m 20-30cm because my physique is at the same level as my 7-year-old Furn. The thickness of my arms and legs doesn't look that way with Furn either, but my belly feels somewhat fat.

Miloo pulled out the sickle he had placed in his cage and stood before me. Throw a stone at it if you want to fight goblins with something like that. Oh, should I tell him?

"Sister, throwing a stone would be better for your brother's support! Sickles are on my side!

"Huh? Okay. Brother, I'll throw the stone at you. In that gap, please!

That being said, Miloo crouched at his feet. I guess I'm picking up stones.

Goblin thrust into Furn when he put up his spear. Furn cuts into goblins with a knife that he returns when he jumps up the spear with his sword. Oh, Furn, you look great.

"Ria!"

Goin! I cut him with a knife to return, but Goblin shifted the bounced spear vertically to ward off Fern's sword. I guess the sword is still heavy on Furn, I have a hard time swinging by the sword. Well, I guess it's not a good idea, this. If a spear stabbed a seven-year-old in the first place, it would smell like a one-shot di-end.

Again Goblin stuck out to Furn as he put up his spear. Fern jumps up again with his sword. Farn is doing well, but it's only a matter of time. Shit, if you don't do something about it, they'll even do it to me. Given the momentum that jumped into the open space and the speed of the first advance, it would be och to be caught up right where I ran off. It's tough if you don't use Miloo's stone-throwing well.

"Yikes!

Farn now waved his sword at the horizontal giraffe. Goblins pull their bodies over, let them swing empty, and then try to poke their spears. and Fern used the sky-wielding momentum to rotate while cutting again in the same way.

Wow, not good. For my age, I can say it's a smart move, but it looks faster for the goblins to stick out their spears.

"Yes!"

Throw a stone picked up like Miloo had a clear aim. Not a lot of momentum, but it hit Goblin's left shoulder well. Fern's sword hit Goblin, who was momentarily delayed in motion, but it looks like he just hurt his right leg a little.

"Gah!"

Goblins raise their voices in pain, distorting their ugly faces.

While Farn was trying to regain his collapsed position, Miloo moved the stone he had also grabbed on his left hand to his right hand and threw it again with a goblin in his face. Now Goblin sent me, but in the meantime, Fern seems to have been able to get back in shape. Conversely, he succeeded in knocking his sword into a disfigured goblin by turning stones.

"Yikes!"

Zash! A sword hits Goblin's left foot, successfully slashing it on Goblin's left foot at a depth of about 5 cm.

"Gyowo!"

I was able to hurt Goblin's left leg in some depth, so the movement seemed somewhat dull. Furn, it's awesome! Brother Boulder!

"Whoa!

Fern waves his sword all the time here in the dull goblin of motion. Miloo is kneeling in again and picking up the stone.

"Giggly!"

I wish he'd been slashed as he was, but Goblin stuck his spear out aggressively.

"Wow."

Ah, looks like a spear stung Fern's right leg! I don't know how Goblin suddenly lives aren't like this unless it hits even in the middle of his leg because his left leg is hurt, or because it feels like he poked it with his hands alone, not because of a lumbar poke, but if the spear stabbed him, he must have been seriously injured.

"Brother!!

Miloo screams.

"It's okay, it is!

Fern waved his sword down again as he was stabbed in the right foot when he was in the mood to do so.

Doh! I could slash a sword deep into Goblin's right shoulder.

"Gah!"

I can't stop getting my hands off the spear, goblins to remove. 15cm from the right shoulder has a cleft sword. You won't be able to use your right hand anymore. But Fern's right leg is also stabbed with a spear.

"Miloo, throw the cancer stone!

With that said, Farn had a spear stuck in his leg, and now he stuck out his sword.

"Gyee!"

Goblin sticks his moveable left hand out in front of his body like a shield to defend Fern from poking. He was interrupted by his left hand and could not let his torso hit him, but Fern's sword penetrated Goblin's left palm. All right, now Goblin can't grab the spear.

Farn slashes up the pierced sword to his flat finger. With a sword that tore the flat of Goblin's hand and set him free again, this time slashing him for Goblin's feet.

"Giggly!"

Looks like he was successfully slashed on Goblin's left leg. I can see the sword eating up to the middle of my left leg. I think I should do this.

"Yikes!

Miloo throws a stone, but it doesn't hit. Now is the time for a sickle.

"Sister, neck with a sickle!!

I scream like that and lift up the sickle, but oh, it's heavy. If I were a year old, I wouldn't have this much muscle strength.

"Okay."

When Miloo snapped a sickle from me, he ran out to Goblin.

"Yikes!

Slap the mowing sickle from behind into the neck muscle of the goblin with temper.

Zusha. The sickle hit the neck of the goblin, but the blade is not eating up because of an attack with a tool that is not yet handled by a five-year-old. It's almost like tapping with a pattern. But it seemed enough to disfigure the full-blown goblin, and Farn seemed able to pull out the sword that remained stabbed.

"Raah!

Furn poked his sword across Goblin's torso.

"Gubbu."

When the sword pierced his torso, his goblin movement blurred visibly, falling to allow him to be punctured. Yay, I could defeat Goblin. I could defeat Goblin with a seven-year-old and a five-year-old!

"Miloo! Stab the stop!

As Farn shouted, Miloo began to beat the fallen goblin's head to pieces. I groan like a creep every time I slap him. Meanwhile, Fern poked down from the top again as he pulled his sword out of the torso of the fallen goblin.

Goblin shuddered once with Bikun, and it stopped moving.