Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

14 Feb 7440

I accompanied one of my squire as an escort for the collection of rubber: "You have a demon. I walk a little out of line," he said. I thought they'd say something, but this young squire always takes my word for it, so I was confident I could persuade him where he disagreed. Nothing came back to me as I thought, and I walked about 100m north of the line, reassured by my acceptance of my hope.

It shifted to the north because all the scratches on the tree were on the north side of the trunk, and the place where the example water field was located was north of what was quite a distance from here. I left the queue because I wanted to reduce the number of people affected by the example growl and because I wanted to settle one-on-one if I were to do it anyway. To tell you the truth, I'm just not sure I'm going to fight a man who's been raided by someone beside him and is in a state of panic because of the roar.

Anyway, I walked out of the line, but after a few minutes, my stomach got sore violently. Um, I was thinking about whether this was bigger or not, etc., but I would like to leave Sugu alone and reaches behind my hips. The structure of the lumbar part of the rubber protector is shaped like rubber bikini pants with the protection of the groin in mind. A thin hook-shaped ebonite is attached to the tip of the rubber band, which produces a rubber band from two parts in front and two parts in the back of the trousers. This hook is hooked to a stay at the bottom of the rubber protector on the abdominal and back sides that protects the torso.

Even though it is trouser shaped, it is not made into a structure that ties the strings sideways like the trousers section of the bikini swimsuit just to protect the front and back, so when you take it off and spread it out, it looks like an inch-packed hourglass, with two hooked rubber belts growing a bit on the tip from the top and bottom of it. In short, it's a rubber belt, or hanging the trousers in a band. This structure is easy to attach and remove if you remove this hanging hook.

I quickly remove the rubber belt on the rear side and lift the protector on the hips forward through the crotch to get my pants down to where I can get them down and knead in the shade of the tree. The leg protector is out of the way and cannot be lowered to the knee, but removing the leg protector is a hassle, and I can add more use if I can. Of course, the perimeter's clear. I don't see any bumps coming out. Oh, my God, already. My stomach hurts so much, give me a break... Fighting for a while, I just got out a little bit. Um, my stomach still hurts, but it doesn't feel like I'm going to get out any more. I can't help it. I wipe my ass with the leaves nearby, and I notice an anomaly where I tried to puff my pants up.

Yeah, even if it's weird, it's not the emergence of a horned bear. It's on my belly. Unusual pain runs. And the pain was around Mizo at first, and now it's a bit of a move around the right lower abdomen. I thought it was weird at a time when it was painful around Mitsuru, but no way.

The side of the bump I had laid off felt unpleasant even though it was a small amount, so I moved just a little while I was in pain. Hanging a protector that was like a forehanging, holding his belly down and getting foreboded with an ass round, the posture would be poorly dressed, and the margin for thinking stupid things like that just happened to be foggy. Shit, it hurts, Maman. When I appraised myself, [Condition: Illness (appendicitis)] appeared. I knew it, motherfucker.

Even Barkud knew that very occasionally people died from appendicitis after peritonitis. As far as I know, I was alone quite a while ago. I can't do surgery, and Grandma Shami worked hard, but it was useless to do healing magic. It's inflamed in the colon, so even if you remove some of the bacteria that are causing it by magic, you won't recover on your own where it's already pus and it's magically slightly more immune.

Not good, not good. This is a critical situation. Comparable to a horned bear. No, it's a lot worse than demons, depending on what you think. It hurts, motherfucker. I can't even speak. The sweat is disgusting. No, no, I don't care because there's no way I'm gonna die of sweat. Oh, it hurts so much that I can't think of anything calmly. Calm down.

Let's sort it out.

1. I definitely developed appendicitis. I also did an appraisal and this is for sure.

2. Even in my previous life I did appendicitis and treated it by surgery.

3. There's no way I've ever had surgery, including in my previous life.

4. I learned simple surgery in hygiene classes for militia lectures, but about symptomatic treatment for handling gunshot wounds and bleeding. The wounded soldier hits the morphine and sends it backwards.

5. I'm alone now. It hurts and I can't shout. I can get it out if I want, but it's taking me a few minutes to lay it off, and in the meantime it's further away. Very unlikely to arrive.

6. If left alone, it is likely that eventually you will have peritonitis and you will die.

7. You can move what you can, but now you lose to the turtle.

Yeah, it's not good, is it?

I used to have appendicitis when I was in junior grade. I remember it hurting so much that I cried out. He was taken to the hospital and operated on with local anesthesia. The surgery was over in about 10 minutes of the thing, and the doctor in charge who operated on me showed me the appendix cut hanging with a weird instrument. I feel like it was an elongated object with a yellow, pus contour of about 4-5 cm, and even in the 1970s, I could operate in such a short amount of time. There's no local anesthesia, but we'll have to get one shot in the stomach here. You don't have to do anything to die anyway. No, I might not die. But I knew there would be a high probability of death. Which one? Yes, this is a situation I tried to train one day. Forcing the situation is exactly what it is now.

I was to break my own belly unexpectedly. I built an operating table that would allow me to loosen my back with earth magic. Yeah, I didn't make it otherwise moveable, it's like a reclining seat with an unusually inclined back. Reminds me of a famous doctor I used to read who operates on himself in the main character's comic strip. I did use a mirror then, but I don't have one like that now, and I don't have anything to substitute for. Let's check your belongings.

Gun sword, too big. I don't want it.

Knife, this guy will be able to use it to change meth. Secure.

Protector, it's only getting in the way. Bots.

Clothes, the shirt on top is dirty, but it could be used for something. Once secured.

Nothing else... nothing.

I have a simple operating table (?) I leaned over and managed to remove all the protectors except my legs, and also took off my clothes. I also unloaded my pants as much as I could. I see something too crude that shrunk up. I don't care.

Remove the knife and cast fire magic on the blade. It should be disinfected and about 100 degrees. Next cool with water magic. I don't think there's any germs in the water I magically put out, so this is fine. Cure magic just in case. I think I'm just a little better. All right, you got to keep what I'm gonna do in your head. First, cleave the right lower abdomen. There is a muscle layer underneath the skin, so the muscles are also cleaved to avoid damage to the gut. Put your hand in the wound...... oh, I forgot to disinfect my hand. I can only wash it with water, okay. Stick your hand in and look for your colon. I feel like I could tell if I touched it with my finger because it would probably be thick. Pull it out if you can. If you can't do it, you better pull it out because you just have to look for an appendix with the feeling of just your fingertips. And remove the appendix. Once removed, magically water out and wash the incision. Then healing magic in the colon. Put it right back in your belly and cure magic.

In short, cut off the inflamed area and make it just an injury. So, cure magic. Everything's okay. It's okay, there's shit. If this isn't going to work, we'll have to keep moving by delusion while healing magic. But that's likely not going to help in the end. My surgical marks in my previous life were about 5 cm long. But that one would have just stuck his finger in looking at the wound, cut out the appendix, sewn the cut marks with surgical thread, and sewn the incision. Don't you have to double that this time? Without anesthesia.

When I put the appropriate tree branches in place of the mouthpiece, I accidentally graced the knife around the area where the old surgical marks on the right lower abdomen appeared, inserted a little force and pulled it gently.

"Phew!!!

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I just cut my skin. Spread the cut skin with your left hand. And I take the knife to that cut again, and I hang it up again. The fish caught have been swallowed countless times since the previous life. My use of blades is craftsmanship. Lies, tears creep. Who drips from the side of a tree branch? Oh, I forgot my appraisal. HP is decreasing. There's some bleeding, but not as much as when I stuck a knife through my arms and legs. After that, it wasn't in vain that Grandma Shami ticked me off and hit me by my father. It would have been worth such a stupid imitation. The pain is intolerable. Sorry, lie again. It hurts so much.

"Gu, gu gi gi..."

(Painful, painful, should have stopped, damn it)

I managed to make a cut of about 10 cm. Place the knife over the side leaves with an appropriate hit, perhaps around here, expand the incision with your left hand and stick your right hand finger in. I've certainly never touched my gut before, but I can't help but hesitate here. Moving his fingers around thoughtfully and towards the back, he hit an organ of sugurumi touch. It feels quite thick about 6 to 7 cm in diameter. Is that it? I didn't think I'd make it to the colon without scratching my small intestine. But this thickness would be unlikely in the small intestine. Slowly and carefully shift your fingers toward the center of your belly as you put your finger on him. I feel discontinued due to the termination of the incision.

Oh, I guess this area is terminated and appendix. If so, an appendix should be hanging at this termination. Explore your belly with your fingers carefully again. Then I found out there was something like a squishy water balloon. HP is slowly decreasing and it's about two-thirds left. I suppress the mind that makes me want to hang the healing magic and see if I can cut it off with it in my belly.

Um, there's nothing you won't be able to do, but it's hard. If it's someone else's, I think I can do it without a problem first. For the first time, I noticed someone clinging to my chin and drooling around my neck and chest. Has the pain been tremendous but accustomed and paralyzed, I think I can handle it.

I don't have a choice, pull it out. I grabbed the appendix part out of my mind. You said you pulled it out, but you're not letting it jump out of your belly completely. It's a little out of the incision. But I can see. That's enough for the excision. Appraisal would not only make the appendix glow, and if you cut it and then appraise the pieces, you will soon know if you were right.

I stretched my trembling right hand to the knife and when I held the knife like a knife I pulled the appendix with my left hand. I hung it up as close to the root as I could. It didn't hurt much, I think. Is it because I was extremely focused more than when I used magic...... Well, I don't care now. Appraisal was made to pray to bring the detached appendix candidate hanging in front of him with his left hand.

[Appendix]

[Pu Colon]

[Condition: Inflammation]

[Processing date: 14/2/7440]

[Value: 0]

[Endurance value: 0]

[A single organ constituting the colon of the Pu people]

[May develop appendicitis when ingested]

Correct. Relax, throw away the appendix, throw the knife beside you, hurry up, hang a little water magic on your gut that remains uneven, and wash away the blood and pus. Of course I meant to be careful not to get any water in my belly, but it's inevitable that it gets in somewhat, and it's not poison, so it would be a little better. And I shoved it into my belly with healing magic. Continuous healing magic was applied and incisions repaired. HP recovers to its original value, returns to good condition and is reassuring.

The pain itself is gone, but there is tremendous tiredness and some nausea. I wouldn't mind ignoring the nausea, but I don't want to move anymore for a while, as long as I'm tired. How confused would you have been? Tiredness would have recovered to such an extent that it was still heavy on the body but not so much that it could not move. Oh, my God, that was a round-up. I didn't end up using my shirt so I took it all off thoughtfully and took a shower. Then I dried it with wind magic before wearing clothes and wearing a protector. Return the knife to the sheath and pick up the sword as it rolls.

Take a slow step to the rubber collection area. Yeah, tiredness still lingers, but I can walk, and it doesn't hurt anywhere. The surgical marks should also be blocked clean and indistinguishable from the previous one. My pants are slightly dirty with dripping blood, but I can't help this anymore. The condition remains good, with no particular change. All right, I survived a major crisis. I made it through this. Finally, I was able to heal myself to my torso, which has been one of my goals ever since. I'm finally overwhelmed with satisfaction.

I guess tiredness and satisfaction neglected my vigilance about my surroundings. Also, did the surgery on me leak blood and scatter the smell? It was a bad idea to accomplish the big job and was completely alarmed by the peace of mind that took off the hazard. When I found out, I was surrounded by a group of six Kobolds.

Uh, shit. What an idiot. Even though Kobold is the opponent, he's going to struggle with this worst physical condition. It is also difficult to use magic because it is scattered all around you. Let's just end one by magic. I used the magic of "Lightning Bolt" and instantly killed the guy who was located on the left. Instantly set up a gunsword and prepare for combat.

Before Kobold's crude stick stuck in from the front caught me, he stuck a sword in it and kicked it, while pulling the sword out in the right direction, the gun bed, or knocking the stone clash into Kobold's nose tip, which came from the right side, causing him to faint. He ran straight through to the front right and took off the siege.

Running more than a dozen meters, he restrains the three Kobolds who swung and chased the sword without looking back. Fatigue overlaps with tiredness. I guess my complexion is pretty bad. I'm sure Kobold thinks I'm a handyman. It also has blood around the right hip of my pants.

Three Kobolds bark to intimidate in front of me, setting up a sword unannounced. Let it go, dog bastard. Apparently, from me, the guy on the left is the leader. He barks at the other two like, "Ola, go," and seems to be gesturing with a gripping stick. I stepped on the other two if I played this leader.

No matter how much some of my attack magic can fire in less than a second, it's too close. I feel like eating one shot from a guy other than my target even when I use it here. I'd like to use it while running, but unfortunately I can't exercise magic while running yet. I think I'll be able to grab something soon. These three will have to be defeated in the White Soldier War. He doesn't seem stupid enough to ride the leader's cheap skull, and the remaining two flow twitchy and right to surround me. Damn.

We must move the battlefield before the siege is completed again. If they're under siege, they'll be at a disadvantage in Kobold. I don't want to lose, but I don't want to hurt anymore today. Shall we wait for the completion of the siege to break through again where it was moderately fragmented? If we're lucky, we'll be able to tail another one there, and if that's the leader, I have nothing to say.

I breathe slowly and heavily without alarm. Suddenly the guy in the middle changed the stick structure. Now! I tried to slip through between the guy in the middle and the guy on the right while holding the guy on the right with a gun sword. I'm not going to defeat you this time. I tried to run more, get more distance, and then magically put a piece on it.

Successfully restrain the guy on the right, drop his hips swinging his stick in the middle, and avoid crawling on the ground. He turned forward once as it was, and rushed out with all his might as he rose to momentum. I meant to run pretty good, but I can hear the Kobolds breathing and footsteps and barking from behind about a few meters. Shit, no, these guys were dogs. I'm good at running and flocking.

It passed me around the corner where I had just finished the three and came back to the point where I had already operated on appendicitis. Um, you can keep doing the marathon and run off to the village. That would also be possible if Kobold didn't get any faster if he was in his usual physical condition. But tiredness wrapped around the body is unlikely to allow it. By the time I ran for a few minutes, I had no choice but to be beaten up, and I decided to prepare for the White Soldier battle against the three Kobolds.

I swung my sword as I looked back by the proper tree trunk to keep Kobold from wandering off. Sure, it would hurt if they hit me with that stick, but it wouldn't be possible to faint one shot unless it hit a steep point in the head as well. He wears a simple rubber helmet on his head, but this is still only equipped with an inner part that is shaped like a rugby player can wear in a prototype. It's more than just nothing, we just have to make sure that we don't eat the attack on our heads. When I was ready and about to dance to the right opponent, there was a guy in the corner of my sight, 30 meters away.

Kobold is alive and well in front of all three. The only difference from the last time is that there are no humans around that are likely to be extra foot clumps, but isn't the minute worse than the last time when you think about the condition? At this distance, it would be easier for you to scream from there and disable Kobold. That would punch in magic for about a shot, even if it was too close to fill it with dirt.

No, let's get ready for Kobold to punch us in and we'll still punch him in. I pointed my left hand at the horned bear to use my magic. Kobold sees it as a gap and sticks it into me.

"Gwwwww!!

In an instant, Kobold crushed his back and fell down before me. I reflexively prepared myself for body rigidity, but the magic was not cancelled. Apparently, he exceeded his level. It was worth the time I spent hunting.

From his left hand he made a noise like lightning gushing through the air and reached the horned bear. It's my magic 'Lightning Bolt'. You know that because I used it earlier, right? Electric shock wraps around the body of the horned bear. This should have contracted his muscles and slowed his movements. Refine your magic powers again to prepare the next magic "Ice Javelin Missile". In about a second I created a telegraph pole and moved it backwards for acceleration...... I did move dull but not as much as I'd hoped! We're only about 10 meters away!

Cancel the magic once more, put the sword back in place, but it's already at the end of your eyes and nose. He approaches as he steps on one of the panicked Kobolds. Are you telling me you're going to hit me again? Or are you going to stick it up in the corner of that forehead?

Reflectively take your left hand off the sword again and use wind magic. Yes, I only use wind magic. It's not used in combination with anything, so it's only a moment until it's activated. I didn't dry rubber on Dada every day. Compressed air occurs between my left side, that is, the trunk of the tree and my body, which expands explosively. Thanks to that, my body shifts in the right direction. But at the end of the day, Horndbear's body hit successfully plundered my body. Maybe he got caught up in the air bulge and he shifted to the right too. I was closer to the point where the air originated, so the deviation was only greater.

Even though I was ready, all of a sudden my 12-year-old body, exposed to massive air bulges, was jumped to his left shoulder as his whole body shifted to the right at such a rate that it raised a smudge. He rolled to the ground about 10 meters after being flown again. Thanks to the improved protector and inner headgear, I never suffered a fatal wound, nor did my lungs get crushed, as one day, but it would be quite damaging. He seems to be flustered, too. Weirdly calm, I just hung a healing magic to recover from HP alone.

Um, maybe he's had some experience with the surgery earlier. As usual, I was able to recover in about a second. Immediately, he sets up a gunsword on his flank and advances. For a long time, the gunsword stabs him in the side with a creepy sound. This guy would have been pretty badly wounded.

I could pull through the sword right away, but I couldn't pull out if his muscles were tight or tight with the electric shock earlier. Damn. Then I kicked him in and tried to pull him out with the help of my leg, but he was waving his left arm around. You can't eat this guy. I had no choice but to take my hand off the sword and fly away. A weapon that simultaneously pulls a knife out of your hips but doesn't feel comfortable with your Horned Bear opponent. The blade crossing is only about 10 cm. Horndbear breathed in with his gunsword protruding on his flank.

Now! I'll get my sword back in the roar that will surely come! The roar rose and I threw the knife down the gap and was successful in retrieving the sword. I should have been stunned that his roar wouldn't work if he had an expression. Damn, look at that. The fact that I got my sword back made me feel more comfortable and I could even afford to do an appraisal.

[F/11/1/7434 · Horndbear]

[Condition: Cut wound]

[Age: 6]

[Level: 8]

[HP: 69 (100) MP: 2 (4)]

[Muscle Strength: 24]

[Jun Min: 10]

[Dexterity: 5]

[Endurance: 18]

[Special Skill: Roar]

Yeah, they did about a third of the damage with that poke and the first electric shock. Looks like I got my sword back and this guy got a little cautious too. With one remaining right eye staring at me, I hear a low groan leaking out of my mouth.

Perhaps if I showed a gap now trying to use magic, he would jump instantly and crush me, eating magic but barely moving at that weight. Also, if you haven't learned that growling doesn't work anymore, it's my chance. If I were learning, I wouldn't be using the growl anymore, so I don't have a chance.

White soldier battle with this guy. You're supposed to be scared enough to pee. My heart was strangely calm. I guess reading the timing of instant healing magic and growling well, and being able to get my gunsword back led to confidence. We stare into each other's eyes and look out for each other.

I don't know how long it's been, but I keep my sword up, and he's got his left arm up so he can swing it down whenever he wants. You won't be able to move on to the next action unless you wave your left arm down because your right arm is on the ground. I twitch and shift my legs to get a distance, but doesn't he care about the side wound? HP has decreased by about 10 points since then.

You must have noticed that I cared about that and subtly missed my gaze. He jumped like a spring all over his body and waved his left arm down. I was going to squeeze him on the right side, but his left arm nail hits my left arm. The protector attached to his elbow was exposed to his nails as he couldn't stand to tear the rubber band apart. The jumping lefthook didn't hit me directly on my body, but my left elbow protector is dragged away and I'm out of shape. It's hooked enough to pull off a sturdy rubber band. It's only natural to say that you're losing shape.

He landed while I was out of shape, and now he's swinging his right arm around. Shit, if you get a clean hit, a lot of people might decide that, and depending on where you hit it, there could be a single death. I desperately regained my position and tried to set up my sword like a shield, but now I'm eating it on my left forearm.

"~ ~ ~ ~! It hurts..."

But it didn't seem like he was going to knock his nails into my left arm beyond the metal bars planted in the cage-handed protector. However, the momentum of the beating was intense, with little force in his left arm. Same goes for getting his arm ripped off. "Ha, ha," he breathes like a big dog and finds himself cautiously again.

Looks like he took this round, but watch next time, you piece of shit! I'm not moving. My left arm temporarily gives up, and I pinch my sword firmly to my right. He watched the fruit, the magical opportunity, as he carefully made it look like he was spearing. Make sure that the sword has been pinched aside and at the same time release your right hand from the sword and let the stand-alone wind magic happen between me and him again.

It was me blowing it up, but I was ready, and it would have been totally close to a surprise to him. Healing magic in an instant as the wind magic blows up, he manages to land even as he rolls his sword in his hand. But I earned my distance. Use ground magic and wind magic to roll up earthen smoke. Then he shouts as he sets up his sword, trying to get around from his left side.

You must have lost sight of me because of the temporary earthen smoke and the crushed left eye. He's standing up and waving his arms around. Successfully shoved his sword into his left flank at the right time when he shook off his left arm!

Now I didn't stick it too far back so as not to expose myself to the incomprehensibility of not falling out with a piercing. Pull it out immediately, then take another distance and set up the sword without alarm. There is no need to force the attack to continue. He's already handy. Stand around without alarm and only do damage when possible.

It also expanded to stare at each other at a distance of about 5m. Damn. I'm not feeling well this way. I thought about such a nice thing earlier, but I don't like long fights. Tiredness is still there, and even though you did healing magic, it's hard to say that your left arm moves fully with the feeling of remaining paralyzed.

How long has it been since we stared at each other like that? I'm already sweating from all over my body. His HP was also lost and he cut 40 points. I'm not feeling well, but the wounds are healing, and I wonder if he really wants to retreat. But you understand that as soon as you turn your back on me, you're going to be attacked by magic, and you're not going to miss my every step of the way.

That's when I heard "Al ~!" from afar. That's my brother's voice!! This is exactly what Heavenly Blessing is about, and I think I'm getting nasty. Doh, doh, doh, and a powerful hoof sound of a military horse can be heard from behind me. I guess it's getting close to a few dozen meters already.

I win now! I thought, trying to pull a little of the sword that was sticking out and get in the assault position. But that's where I got off guard. Speaking of getting close to a few dozen meters, Farn hasn't arrived on the battlefield yet, he won't even be able to use magic to avoid getting me involved. I should have taken an assault stance after Farn arrived on the battlefield.

Maybe they spotted me not seriously planning to storm, when I tried to pull the sword and change my posture, Horndbear stormed at me all at once and waved that arm. Although he managed to get his nails with a right shoulder protector, he was blown away like a wooden end and hit a tree that was growing to the left. I heard an unpleasant sound from my left arm, whether it was bogged or baked, and my left arm was useless again. I even felt bright red in front of me due to the excess severe pain.

After he gave me a blow, Horndbear turned around on the verge of Farn's arrival and saw him retreating. And I lost consciousness.