Uwaaaaaaaaaaaa, I will die, Im seriously going to dieeeeeeee!
It sounds like Im making an excuse out of nowhere, but, I was attacked by a pack of stray dogs outside a village.
Originally, I planned to fight.
However, Ive already tossed my sword aside and am now running away desperately.
To be more precise, they werent stray dogs, but seed to be more like those monsters, called crazy dogs(1).
I thought that maybe mad dogs would be a good comparison to these ones here, but, they were far more enormous than what I had imagined as normal dogs. My legs began to tremble as soon as I saw drool dribbling from their bared fangs and their glaring eyes filled with madness.
Dogs usually tend to gather in packs.
There were probably 4 of them. Back when I accepted a request from the guild of adventurers in this village, I thought there was no way for an armored person to lose against re dogs.
I made light of this fantasy world.
Being surrounded, I was about to be eaten alive by those guys.
The mont I thought about various things awaiting next, I lost my will to fight.
Aahhhhh!
I was prepared for the worst as I knew one of them had aid for my ankle from behind , but, for so reason, I didnt feel anything.
My heart was palpitating so much I thought it would burst. I tried to grasp the situation while being awfully calm.
To my luck, the wound wasnt that deep, as the dog had to bite through my thickly-made trousers.
More importantly, the real problem was that its sunken fangs wouldnt separate from .
Even if I was to dash away, like a startled hare, while dragging that mad dog along, it would still hinder my movents.
Like that, I threw myself forward, leapt in the air, and tumbled.
Gently falling down onto the ground, I rolled heavily forward while feeling the soil in front of .
At that ti, I understood I was going to die for sure.
Ive seen sowhere a movie where a certain guy dies in slow motion. I think the sa is happening to right now.
However, this was a real occurrence and not just a scene from that movie.
Don! My body hit against the ground.
Lying sprawled out and face up, what I saw next were flashing mories of my life till now. I was carelessly thinking about various things from that ti.
I was betrayed by my own expectations.
The mad dog jumped onto the top of my chest with a bang and I could feel its weight.
Even though it didnt hurt back when I was bitten, it felt incredibly painful and heavy when a crazy dog sprang up on top of my chest.
Preparing to devour my head, the mad dog opened its big jaw at .
The inside of its jaw was bright red and there were white, sharp fangs lining the interior.
Ah, there are cavities in this guys molars.
What one should see before death was probably not a dogs cavities.
Thinking that you ought to rember at least your sweethearts face (which I dont have), I gave up and closed my eyes.
I couldnt watch myself being devoured by a dog.
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Together with the sound of sothing falling down with a thud, the weight of the dog disappeared.
Ahhh, have I already died?
Apparently, death doesnt hurt if you dont detest it much.
As expected from a fantasy world.
I wonder if a ga over screen will appear after this. Still, I couldnt care less about that.
Thats because writhing in pain and dying after being bitten to death by a pack of dogs wasnt just so joke.
Im thankful that it wasnt..
With my eyes closed, I realized my ankle began to tingle in pain.
Speaking of which, it damn hurtsssss!
Not being able to endure the violent pain running through my ankle, I opened my eyes.
Ahh, the sky is blue.
I was still alive and laying on the ground face up.
While being attentive to my much hurting ankle, I slowly raised my body up. There was a sea of blood around . The scene looked like it ca straight out of a splatter movie.
Whats this? Is it my blood?
That cant be true. The blood was spilling out from the dead bodies of the dogs, which were gruesoly slashed.
It was their blood.
The dog that had pounced on top of and tried to bite my head off had its own head split by a knife, from which pink-colored brain matter was seeping out.
And then, a bit further away from , I found a warrior girl, who was thrusting her sowhat large sword into the remaining dog that had completely surrendered.
Kyuuuun an awfully small shriek reverberated from that dog.
Are you okay?
Yes, well. I guess sohow.
It was a lightly armored warrior girl who wore a thick, leather-made jacket and a black Farstian (a garnt similar to those thick, cotton-made, cheap jeans). For warriors, this was considered light equipnt, but, it was probably crucial for them to be able to move with ease. Her sword was a straight one with a rustic design and a pale radiating light. Judging from how effortlessly she swings it, I could easily understand this girl is strong.
Her vivid, crimson hair that stretches till her shoulders was coarsely bundled up in a ponytail while swaying from a high position. Despite being a girl, she has a large build. Her tempered body is slim, just like the blade of a naked sword, making her style look great.
Its clear her facial lines are that of a westerner, which for a Japanese, like , is beautiful. Is she in her mid-twenties?
Had I been so beautiful onee-san, I wouldve probably beco imperious.
However, it would apply if it wasnt for her face and body stained with spurts of blood from the slain dogs, and the patterned cloth of her drawn sword which she held in her hand.
I know its rude to say this after being saved, but, that grueso appearance of her looks even scarier than that of those crazy dogs.
Can you stand?
Im fine.. ow.
No good, my ankle, which got bit, still hurts like hell.
I was also wearing Farstian-like trousers, which I bought from one of the shops in town, but, a part of it was ripped apart with blood running down from the top.
The wound was quite deep and it wouldnt stop. Just from looking at it, I felt unwell.
I can provide you with a light treatnt, but.
Umm, do you have a recovery potion with you?
I, who was already weakened, made such an immodest request.
The expression on the Onee-sans face turned stern.
I dont have any, but, do you know how much a single potion like that costs?
Umm.
Was there anyone in that village selling recovery potions?
I went to a second-hand shop in the village and sold tools which I happened to carry with . I used the money I got from that to equip myself.
Then, I took over my first job from that guild for adventurers (that functions as bar and an inn too) and ca here without realizing there was a market where you could buy recovery potions.
No matter where you buy the potion, it will cost at least a silver coin. You said you accepted a quest in that bar, but, how much was it worth?
Ummm, it was 5 big copper coins.
A single silver coin is worth 5 big copper coins.
I could understand what this Onee-san was trying to convey.
That is to say, I will go broke if I buy that potion.
Even a modern Japanese, like , knows how important money is.
I, who sustained an injury serious enough to immobilize , was in no place to ask anyone to hand a recovery potion just like that.
The fact that I was rescued from almost certain death is the proof of my weak social status.
Its fine as long as you understand. Now drink this quickly.
The Warrior Onee-san took out a blue vial from her rucksack, which seed like it had been thrown away in a battle, and passed it to .
Are you okay with that?
You probably wont be moving anywhere with that leg. In exchange, Ill take the reward from your quest. Also, if we sell the hide and at from those dogs, we wont go into the red.
Saying so, the Onee-san took out her knife and calmly proceeded to dismantle the dead dogs.
I, on the other hand, drank the blue vial.
Its taste was a bit bitter, but I could feel its effect spreading throughout my body.
My torn off trousers wouldnt be repaired, but the wound on my ankle almost closed up.
Im saved I sighed with relief.
Still, after seeing how the Onee-san cut the dogs stomachs and took out their still warm organs, I gradually fell into despair.
This is a cruel real fantasy world.
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I, who was supposed to be a regular high schooler, was sent to a European-styled village before I realized it.
A short ti ago, after looking at the unfamiliar fronts of the houses in this village, I sohow ca to realize I wasnt teleported to Europe, but to a different fantasy world.
At that ti, I felt a highly positive feeling gushing inside of , similar to that of a chest burning hot.
The chance for to beco a hero in a different world has finally arrived! Is what I thought when I jumped for joy and went to kill so monsters while being in high spirits.
However, the result of swinging my sword at monsters turned out like this.
A crypto-otaku high schooler, like , was a bit knowledgeable regarding stories that involved phantasm.
For instance, Im reading this old book that I have with . Ive properly study things about summoning, reincarnation, and transition, without distinguishing any of them. Recently, Ive been fond of different world summonings as well.
I can make free use of the knowledge from those light novels and judge the situation accordingly.
This world is neither a ga or a simple fantasy world, but a real fantasy world based on old books!
As long as this is a real fantasy world, I should be able to make use of the crazy dogs hide and at, which the Onee-san had killed in a blink of an eye.
Still, the sea of blood that is unfolding before my eyes, the internal organs are taken out and the skinned corpses of the dogs, looks grotesque.
In other words, you cant expect things like an easy system of leveling, convenient magic, cheats at the players disposal, and a support characteristic that is found in simple fantasy worlds.
Rather, if youre careless, you might die before realizing it.
This is a harsh world.
Not to ntion, when you die, it hurts like hell.
Thinking back on the terrific pain, which I got from that huge dog just now, Id rather not have the sa experience twice.
My stomach has already started to growl. I want to go back as soon as possible.
If you have the ti to spare, can you help with gathering firewood?
The Onee-san asked who was reluctant in helping her in dismantling the animals.
To be honest, gathering firewood is much more enjoyable than staring at this grotesque scene of dismantling.
Sigh, seriously what should I do..?
Complaining and grumbling, I held my head in my hands, which had been gathering dry wood.
A with-it youngster like has no power to survive in these turbulent tis.
Just a mont ago, I went my own way and mistook myself for being so sort of hero summoned to a different world.
Far from being able to kill a monster, I dont even possess the knowledge and experience needed to process those corpses into at and hides.
Speaking of which, those internal organs are probably way too grotesque for . Thats impossible.
There was not a single depiction of that in the light novels I had read.
Certainly, if mory serves , there was a maniacal ga in which I could dismantle animals.
But it was only cutting their intestines.
Maybe, if a layman like was to practice, then perhaps, I would be able to do it.
However, scientific and intuitive dismantling thods are totally different things.
If a modern kid, like , was able to completely process a body, then Id be considered on par with those at a superior level.
If I possessed such skills for survival, I would, by no ans, choose to be an adventurer or a hunter.
Does she understand the feelings of soone like ?
The warrior Onee-san took the gathered firewood from and started to cook a dogs internal organs in a frying pan, happily.
You can eat this at afterwards as well. We can also make them into dried at, but, as for the liver, you should only eat them when going on a hunt. Delicious!
Yes.
I was encouraged to eat so dogs internal organs.
Indeed, the sizzling sound of the cooking at stirred up my appetite. There was also the burnt fragrance of delicious looking fat.
I gave it a try and bit the steamy thing served on my wooden plate with all my might.
Delicious..
Right?! Theres still plenty left, so eat, eat.
I used to have an image of liver as sothing associated with bitterness, but it seems like I was totally wrong.
Rather, it felt sweet on my tongue. This could simply be described as being delicious.
Even though the offal of this fresh crazy dog was soft, it had an appropriate food consistency. The rich taste of its fat went smoothly through my throat, which made eat to my hearts content.
Ive heard stories about at being more preferably sold as dried food, but, being able to eat like this, this one here is incredibly delicious and rich in protein too.
As we encompassed the burning firewood and ate together, I was able to befriend and hold a natural conversation with this Onee-san.
Her na is Louise Carlson.
The na of Louise seems to be quite popular in this area, called Silesie.
If I was to use Japan as a comparison, wouldnt it be Hanako? Right now, there are no people nad like that here, but, thats because this is a dieval fantasy world.
As one would expect, Louises main occupation is that of a female warrior. She uses her straight sword, but, shes generally skilled in everything, and even seems to be able to fight on a horse. While were at it, shes 24 years old.
Since Im 17, I guess that makes her 7 years older than ?
I guess so..
What are you guessing to?
I ran my mouth without thinking ahead. Well, even if I did, theres no use in thinking back on it.
Now, it wasnt the right ti to speak ones mind unreservedly and be infatuated by her.
Thats right, I havent introduced myself yet.
My na is Sawatari Takeru. Im a 2nd year high schooler.
That Hi-gh Schoo-ler, what kind of profession is that?
Ummm, I wonder about that, you see..
A school title was probably not common in this Kingdom of Silesie.
In that case, wouldnt I be an unemployed? Perhaps, an unemployed NEET.?
Since becoming my ideal magic sword hero doesnt seem to be possible, I need to find so job thats appropriate for .
It looks like Louise has been following from when I accepted the quest in the guild, because I seed to be very frantic.
Thats right, now that I think back, I was certainly in a hysterical state after being transported here.
And now, Ive changed completely from being crazy to being depressed.
Despite Louises unsociable appearance, she was actually a kind person. When I asked her if she knew any jobs appropriate for , I was told that being just an adventurer was no good.
With your skills right now, youll die before gaining any experience.
I see.
Its just like Louise-sama says, I guess.
Your swordsmanship a bit eccentric, but, rational. Thats why I was hesitating to help you, since I didnt know if you could fight.
Ah, I see
My swordsmanship is that of the Hokushin ittou-ryuu style(2).
Despite saying so, I didnt practice Kendo during high school. Instead, I was part of the go-ho club.
Once I quickly returned back ho after school, I would use the surplus of my ti to read about old-style swordsmanship and practice using a bamboo sword.
I was fond of Musashi Miyamoto, so I aspired to beco a fine swordsman. Whats more, I also read various Olympic books.
Im one of those so-called chuunibyou guys. Despite being already a high schooler, being a chuuni is quite weird, isnt? Yeah, you can laugh at . After all, this is sothing to laugh about, right?
However, I cannot laugh at my current situation.
Otherwise, Ill die on the battlefield for being half-hearted.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, is what they say.
Im weak.
In addition to this places culture still developing and its bad public safety, I am forced to survive in this cruel world with its violent monsters.
Ah, sohow Ive beco gloomy again.
Anyway, Im going to eat to my hearts content, since this dogs organs are tasty.
And then, I helped Louise with transportation of the hides and at to the village. Once I did so, I expressed my deepest gratitude to her, and even sat in dogeza style, so as to have her find a job for through the good connections of her friends.
One day has passed since I fell into this world.
I was arrogant to think I could beco a hero reincarnated in a different world.
I was also naive to think that death here would result in a ga over screen appearing.
I would have disappeared the mont I was about to be killed by those crazy dogs.
Nevertheless, I dont want to die, I want to live through no matter what.
This is what I strongly wished for.
The mad dogs, which tried to kill , were further slaughtered by the stronger Louise, processed into delicious at and preserved as a life provision.
I, must live on in this cruel world, where the weak are at and the strong do eat.
1: Written as Crazy Dog in katakana.
2: One-sword schools. For more detail: sen.wikipedia/wiki/Ittō-ryū
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