Chapter 2: You in the Mirror

The trampled blades of grass emit a rich bitter smell, and the bright red smells are fishy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It can't be said to be a confrontation, right? Although the defeated side was outnumbered, and it also had an absolute advantage in physical strength.

However, if you can't resist, then no matter how many advantages you have, it's naturally meaningless - in just three seconds, they are constantly teleported in front of each other, and then they can't even react and are killed in seconds. I'm afraid that until the moment of death, these bandits have not been able to react to what happened.

You can't win.

Can't cut it.

There is no escape.

It's as if the situation is reversed at the beginning, and even the despair should be the same, right?

If you give these bandits a chance to choose again... no, there is no such as an if.

"What is this?"

Only the beaten aching boy stood in the middle of the Shura field with his head up, and only now that he had won did he begin to tremble with dazedness.

――It seems that I came to ancient times, and I was almost caught by the guys who were probably bandits, and I killed seven people with my own hands.

Although these things can be put aside for the time being when the situation is urgent, it is now surviving. The impact of ideas and common sense has already made him a little dizzy.

"Also, what the hell is going on?"

Keep your head down.

On top of that, there's also the unfamiliar hand.

- Definitely not my own, because it can't be so white.

"I'm crossing over, right... And still possessed?"

I can only understand it like this, and then I take it for granted that I want to figure out what I look like now.

- Because he had been watched by the bandits with a very bad gaze before, some ominous premonitions had risen in the boy's heart.

"Probably not, right?"

In his mind, there was already a worst premonition. That's probably a situation that he can't accept more than traveling to another world.

So, worried, the boy quickly looked around, and luckily, he found a stream.

Ran over, leaned down, and his current face appeared on the clear surface of the river.

"Click!?"

Short silver hair, cyan pupils, fair face, soft lines.

Except that what should have been a bow has become a black headband... Seems to have seen it there...

'me!!'

Can't escape, can't escape, can't escape, can't escape.

With extreme shock, the young man's hand subconsciously touched his chest.

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief—fine, flat.

But that happiness only lasted for a second -- no!

"-That's so unkind, isn't it?!"

With an expression of imminent crying, he quickly pulled open his pants, which seemed to be made of inferior fabric, and then saw with a sigh of relief that although he looked different, he was still a brother who had been with him for twenty years.

Wait, what's wrong?

"Thankfully, it's not right!!It's more dangerous, Coach!!"

Cute boy or something! It's a joke!!

Compared to becoming a soft girl completely.,What is the setting of this pseudo-girl route in progress!!

I can't even complain.

On the riverside, the boy fell to his knees in an instant. The whole person is like a picture of a person with insufficient funds, and it has turned gray.

But that can't be helped, right?

After all, the sorrow of this will be understood by those who should understand.

"Damn..."

But it's obviously not the way to go. After a moment of frustration, the boy finally got back to his feet, straightened his clothes, and began to think again.

And in this process, the first thing to think about is...

'Where is this?'

When I think about it, I basically have the answer.

After all, those bandits are Japanese no matter what they think, right?

――Japanese, knife fighting, strange hairstyles. It would be strange to say that this is something else.

Well, the next question is the times.

Although the word Sengoku pops up in my head when I think of ancient Japan, in fact, this cannot be confirmed at all.

So, I had to give up.

'The third point...

This time, we have to consider some more realistic issues.

Neither to consider: why am I here?

I'm not in a hurry to think: Can I still go back?

For today's teenagers, what matters more is how to survive.

Yes, that's the most practical problem for him right now.

"If you fight, you don't seem to have any problems, and if you use water, it's easier to solve, but what about food?"

Actually, the most convenient way is to find the village -- but although this white-haired bandit doesn't pick it, will the villagers mistake it for a monster? And will they accept themselves if they don't understand the language? These seem to be the questions.

And even if none of this is a problem, just how to find the village is a problem.

Although there is also a saying that "where there are bandits, there must be people haunting".

But what if they didn't make a living by robbing the village, they were robbing the road?

What if they block this road, and the merchants don't pass so often that they can't wait for people?

- Isn't that bad?

What's more, considering that those thieves were not shrewd before, the young man felt that it was by no means unfounded.

'Do you want me to hunt?'

The boy followed up and thought that maybe he could find a way to hunt wild animals. But soon, he had to give up on the idea that seemed tempting.

Because it's very simple, he doesn't know how to make a fire and has no experience in handling food, so if he does it blindly, I'm afraid that he will lose all his physical strength before making edible food, right?

At that point, you may have to eat raw meat.

"If you suffer from dysentery in this era, you won't be able to die, right?"

That's really the next policy in the next policy, so if you fly as a last resort, you really don't think about it.

"Anyway, if you can find the village or something, it's a lot of trouble, but let's try to communicate, and if that doesn't work, I'll think of another way."

However, in this case, there is another problem at hand.

'Gotta have a name'

It's become like this, and the original name is impossible to use.

And if you want to come up with a new name, it's better to follow the local customs.

"Thinking about my current face...

‘・・・・・・’

'It's decided, let's call it a monster!'

A name that has no hope and no dreams.

'Soul Monster'

Without further ado.

After making a decision, the boy, who has officially changed his name to Youji, decides to set off.

And the direction he chose was to the west—not for any particular reason, but because the direction in which the bandits began to pursue him, it was over there, and a narrow, almost hidden dirt road in the blades of grass was also approaching.

So, in a relatively simple way: is it a village, or is there a den of these bandits?

――How do you think that your body is full of visual sensation and doesn't look like it can be made in the 11th District of the Third Dimension, so it's really more likely to be a nest, right?

Maybe you'll find something to eat, or something useful.

No matter how bad it is, on the way back, you can find something useful from those bandits.

Like that knife.

'I remember... In ancient Japan, samurai with swords were privileged, right?'

Is it because of the saber that he is a samurai, so he has privileges?

Or is it because he is a samurai, he has privileges, so he has a sword?

You don't know, but it doesn't hurt to bring a knife anyway.

So, when he returned to the scene of his first killing, the first thing he did was to walk over to the corpse of the leader, and then unsheath the scabbard that he had neglected because of panic and some other feelings, and hung it on his waist. Then he picked up the knife from the ground, and together with the ribs he had pierced the seven thieves, wiped it clean, and inserted it into its scabbard.

After that, he endured his nausea and searched the clothes of the thieves one by one, looking for some money, or something of value.

However, apart from the chief's bosom, some copper plates of unknown value were found, and nothing was found on the other bandits.

A little, it's a little unpleasant.

'Too poor, huh?'

But that's probably a good thing, too—because if all the thieves don't have any money, it probably means they're hiding it, and if the leader only has some coins in his pocket, they'll probably have all their possessions.

-- It's a bit pitiful, but it at least means that they haven't harmed too many people -- if only they had a little bit of financial literacy and hadn't spent all the stolen money.

'Is that a good thing?'

Stand up with this in mind, then find the path and follow it to the west.

However, after only walking for about twenty minutes, his thin body was already a little unable to support it, and the pain of being beaten completely welled up in his body.

'Is it too small?'

It was only then that he completely figured out that his new body seemed to be only about ten years old. Although in the ancient eleventh district, with this level of physical strength at this age, it is already considered excellent. But it's still too weak for the current yogey....

Purely physical.

However, even so, there is no rest.

Because Youji has already sensed... He's hungry.

This is a serious problem.

After all, if you don't eat, you won't have new energy, and if you don't have energy, you'll be weak, and if you're weak to a certain point, you won't even be able to hunt.

And it is not possible to go hunting while you still have the stamina, for reasons that have been said before.

――For this small body, it seems that no matter what you do, it is wrong. Youji couldn't help but be a little confused for a while.

'Hey, why do I think I'm about to die?'

There is no choice, even if you feel that you are about to reach the end of your rope, you can only continue to move along the dirt road. Then, put your hope in the angle that is gradually getting steeper.

"It should be a cottage... At the end of this road, I can only hope that they have a little bit of food."

Otherwise, Youji really doesn't know what to do.