TNZKMA Chapter 19

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We got through the market that made me suffer so much in the blink of an eye. The people run out and Saine lets go of me. The moment his warmth disappeared, an unknown feeling ran through my chest. It felt lonely yet relieved, a very strange sensation.
We leave the town and enter the vacant land. I thought nothing when I saw it before, but my way of thinking changes now that I know how this town is structured.
The vacant land had the width of 3 houses of the residential area. It’s not a place that was naturally created, but is clearly made into a regulated area. As if drawn with a ruler, it was spread with equal width.

[Does this place mean anything?]
[It will become a residence once the population has increased.]

I see. I strike my hands together with a *pon*.

[A long time ago, there were houses here.]
[Is that so?]

So it’s not that they assumed that the population will increase so they opened it, but because the population decreased so the houses were destroyed and it turned into vacant land. Were they not able to make a vacant land inside the town so they made it outside?

[There were people living here 200 years ago. But they were attacked by monsters and the people in this area were killed.] (TN: That really escalated very quickly.)

The wind runs through us with a *byuu*. My body shivered from the cold wind.

[Don’t leave the town. Got it?]

I honestly nod my head this time.
The width of the vacant land fits 3 houses. It has always been like that for a long, long, long time. Surrounding the town’s circumference, up until behind me.
If these 3-house-sized vacant lands go on as if surrounding the town,I wonder just how many people have died? In this place.
I crouch down, gently touch the soil, and then I put my hands together.
I wonder, what do monsters look like? Would it be like being killed by a wild beast? Were they killed by their fangs and claws? If it was an instant death then it would at least be salvation. If they suffered from half-baked wounds and died, there will be resentments left on this soil.
May you rest in peace. I pray that you didn’t suffer on your death. May you reincarnate. It doesn’t matter whether it’s in this world or in our world. I pray that you be reborn in happiness.
Saine calls out to me who is putting my hands together.

[What are you doing?]
[ I was paying my respects.]

When I said that, he tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

[There’s no God on the earth, you know?]
[That’s not it, it’s for the people who died.]
[What’s the point of praying to those who are dead? People are humans, they’re not God.

My point isn’t getting through to him. Is it the difference in religion?

[What becomes of the people who die here?]
[They return to the earth.]
[And after that?]
[….. Won’t they become fertilizer?] (TN: Bruh~)

My head slumps down at his reply.
Uuuh. How realistic.

[Now that you mention it, what kind of God does this world have?]

Saine surveyed the surroundings after I asked and picked up a wooden rod that was lying by his feet.

[It’s this.]
[……. That’s a rod, you know?]
[Chinbou-sama.]
[Chinbou-sama?]

Saine laughed and poked at his own cr*tch.

[Chinbou-sama.]

I understood what he was trying to say and I ended up unconsciously turning my eyes away. In a world full of only men, feelings aren’t important.

I place Chinbou-sama to the side and search for the silver grass. The vitality of the weeds here is strong.I wonder if they buried the dead bodies here. It can also be said that if people die in large numbers then they will be buried on that spot. I cut off the rest of the images inside my head and start searching for the tall weeds.

There were tall weeds in the direction close to the fields. Furthermore, it’s conveniently withered. I continuously push forward through the grasses that are about my knee’s length and approach it.
It doesn’t really matter, but the things in this world are so hard for me to use. If you’re going to reincarnate someone, at least please do it after changing the body into one that’s suitable for this world.
The weeds I’m aiming for were taller than me. Good. It should be easy to process it with this. When I grasped it with my hand and tried swinging it, *swish swish*, it also has flexibility. Once I decided on the one I wanted, I started to pull it out.

[Muh]

It’s strong. It won’t even budge if I pull it just a little.
I grab it with both hands and pulled it with all my strength.

[Mukikikikiki~]

It’s impossible. I can’t even see any signs of it coming loose.
I grab it at its base, and this time, I use my entire body weight to pull it.

[Mugigigigigigigigiiiii]

As I grit my teeth while pulling, my hands slipped and I fell on my butt.

[Ohh…..]

I unintentionally gape. My hands were cleanly injured.

[……]

I take a long hard look at the flowing blood. It was more like I became a blood-red lump than having lost to some weed. I heard a voice from somewhere in my head. It was an incomprehensible voice.

[Move aside.]

I was kicked by Saine’s leg, and I dodge to the side while still in a daze. After Saine drew the sword worn on his waist, he cut the weeds.

[Is about this much enough?]

Saine cuts about an armful for me and looks over his shoulder. That much should be fine.
While was cutting the weeds, my mind also returned. I feel like I heard a strange voice, but it’s probably just my imagination. There’s nobody else here aside from us after all.
Just as I was thinking so, I ended up noticing it.

That’s right. Here is, a vengeful spirit’s…..!

I shudder and jump up. I ended up drawing close to Saine with such momentum. What was it again? A drowning man will catch at a straw. A big hand stopped me who was trying to hold on to Saine.
*splat*

[Uuh]

Saine’s big hand is on my face. Darn it, is it the difference in arm length? My arms are shorter than Saine’s arms. My hands wander about midair.

[Don’t touch me with those hands. You’ll get me dirty.]

Being told that, my hands were indeed red.

[Ohh.]

I raise a voice of admiration at its excessive beauty.

[What are you admiring?]
[Nothing, I’m just thinking that it looks so pretty.]

The blood which is directly flowing is vivid red and looks really pretty. I end up fascinated every time. As I dazedly watched it in fascination, I was poked.

[The sun is about to set. We’re going home.]

When I looked up, it’s a dusky red.
I don’t like this color. It’s the color of blood after it has come in contact with air and has began to solidify. It’s not pretty. I unintentionally glare at the sky.
I hate you.