Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

That was the day when many of the worst things happened.

The aspirational school exams didn't go well.

I was flabbergasted by an email from the kid I was dating because I could do someone else I liked.

When I got on the bus, a bunch of high school girls had a deaf voice that made the brain weather worse.

The worst thing that could have happened was that the bus was trampled to death by a train.

Yeah, I should be dead. In that accident, I watched as I grabbed it from the leather in the bus car until that moment. I manage to remember where my upper body is about to chop a thousand pieces before steel pierces my body and I can even make a sound.

I just thought, "Oh, you're going to die" at that time. Watching the train ram in with flashy skir sounds scattered, huh? Right after I thought, my upper and lower body were about to cry apart.

But now I'm alive with five bodies satisfied.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't know what you're talking about either.

Anyway, if I thought he was dead, he wasn't.

When I thought I was dead and my consciousness was plump and interrupted, I woke up feeling like I was being treated.

Oh, you were alive, good, I think. Soon I cried out.

After a few months, the situation around him could be swallowed up, and he fell back into heaven.

And there's a reincarnation, but I, I remember, and God fails, and so on.

I'm apparently a baby named Rude.

No, my name is Yuichiro Ishida.

I don't know what to say now.

Looking around, it seemed foreign, and I was relieved to think that this would be a farewell to exam study.

Parent-like people looked like foreigners too, and this would be totally foreign because they didn't seem to speak Japanese.

Besides, it must be de countryside.

There's no appliance at all, and my parents would be about my age when they both died.

I can only see it in my late teens.

Whatever it takes. You can't be such a young parent. DQN.

No, if it's a foreign country, is that an ant, too?

It was about time I somehow became able to understand what my parents were talking about, how long it had been since I was reincarnated.

I was practicing my pronunciation a little bit every time I could, but I thought I'd try to show the results.

Because if you reincarnated with your memory, it would be more advantageous to make use of it, and if you do a lot of things from these babies, you might be treated like a prodigy, and your future life could be better.

Well, timing will matter even if you talk.

I thought it would be a good idea to start talking even when it was just the right time, so I slowly decided to wait for that time.

That's such a fold, that one came.

Until then, I had to count myself out of the house.

But now I'm running in the book of the night, hugged by my mother's chest.

Does the foot look starlit enough?

There must have been a few others running with me, but now I think it's just my mother.

I don't know where my father is.

We don't know if it's a city or a village, but every settlement we lived in was attacked by thugs and guerrilla troops.

But there was a word in my ear that I couldn't hear.

I was trying to assume it meant something else because I couldn't believe it.

How long have you run?

The mother jumped into a wooden cavity and hid.

Maybe he hid to wrap his chaser around it.

Block my mouth with my hands at the same time I hide.

Anyway, I was crying out loud about fear.

I figured it out with my head, but I really cried out.

So this is an act that can be taken for granted in order to wind up the chaser.

I know that.

I know.

But my emotions explode with fear, and I breathe in trying to squeal.

My mother is holding my mouth tight in anticipation of it, so it's saved that I haven't managed to raise my voice.

A mother who turns her back on the mouth of a tree cavity to shelter me, hugs me with one hand, and blocks my mouth with one hand.

Me that gradually controls my emotions and stops squealing.

Kill your breath.

There are signs of a chaser stepping through the grass and approaching.

"Bugga, bugga"

Is it the scream of the chaser, a speechless voice?

No, I guess this is the chaser's word.

Now I can understand the meaning of a word that I shouldn't have even heard.

"Bubby, bubby, bubby"

I guess that's what happens when a pig's vocal cord tries to speak some meaningful language.

A footstep called Gassa, a metal noise that I don't know anything about, called Kachakacha, approaches me.

Speaking of which, when my mother first held me and started running, a few of the guys who were there were gone at some point, but they got caught? Did you run off and scatter on the way?

I don't care now. I remind you of that.

But where the hell is the father selling oil at a time like this?

It's supposed to be a family crisis.

Why aren't you here to help?

Footsteps came just around the corner.

Please keep passing me.

"Bugobb, Bugabb Gah"

We were dragged out of the wooden cavity by force.

The chaser's face, seen by the stars, reminded him unreservedly of a certain word he was unfamiliar with hearing.

Oak.

They also call it a pig race in this world.

If it means what I know it means, it would be a situation worthy of calling despair.

Soon my mother will be tied up with dirty rope, and I will be tied up, and I will be in charge as if I were luggage.

My mother is crying out for my life.

The orcs naturally ignore such a plea.

Especially if you don't understand the human language.

I guess I'm not even going to listen where I get it.

Maybe the settlement we lived in was the one we were transported to rampantly?

There are traces of blood here, and traces of blood that have spread somewhat greatly show traces of drawn away.

This was the first time I saw the settlement seriously, but I guess it wasn't often a big settlement, about ten houses in all?

It looks like there was a square around the well and a house arranged around it.

There were dozens of oaks in the square.

In addition, a dozen bodies are piled up in the corner of the square.

I don't see how it works at all, so it must be a corpse.

Here I am again trapped in a great sense of fear and crying out loud.

My mother seems to be crying in response to my chirping.

And, at that time, there was a father's voice from inside the square.

I'm calling my mother's name and mine.

My mother asks my father for help, but I cried and saw it over my oak shoulder.

A father with a rope around his neck by the well, naked, tied to his whole body and unlikely to be able to move.

And a woman being mauled by several orcs holding her hands and feet back.

I see a few knife-like stabs in his father's hands and feet.

and an oak, who was a little far away, threw a knife at his father.

The knife thrown clings to his father's feet as he rotates, screaming out of pain.

We were roughly dropped off when we were transported to the side.

I'm still crying as hard as I can.

Is he a leader, he raises his voice like a labourer of a few oaks that an orc with a splendid physique has carried us around, and stands up drooling with covetousness.

His father raised his voice of restraint, but, unintentionally, fixed the hands and feet of his mother, who signaled several orcs and exclaimed.

When the mother bites the ape, the rest depicts a diagram of the nasal cry as the hunch suggests.

You got annoyed along the way. When you let your father snap his neck, he ravaged his quiet mother again.

Did the leadership oak satisfy the whole way, or gave the mother to the oak who was holding her hands and feet back when she left her mother.

The next time a leaderline orc still comes beside me crying, he lifts me up.

I wonder why I was reincarnated.

The next time you reincarnate, make it a little easier, I think.

And it was my last thought that pigs have fangs.