Chapter 326 Picnic sometimes filial piety

That day was a holiday.

After the damage caused by the fall of the canopy and the negotiations with the underground nations were finally settled down, I had been relaxing in my room after a long absence.

The sound of knocking on the door with a concon.

"brother?"

Open the door and Arcana comes in.

"I tell my father and mother to go."

"Hmm. I haven't heard it."

T ra ns lat e d by Jpm t l .ｃom With that in mind, I left my room with Arcana and went down to the first floor.

There, a mother holding a large basket and a father carrying a large basket on his back were waiting. The basket contains a large amount of swords. It is new.

"Oh, you came, Anos. Then go!"

Dad tries to leave without trying to explain the situation.

"Dad. Where are you going?"

"Look at you, look at this weather."

Dad points out of the window. It was clear without clouds.

T r ansl a t ed b y Ｊpm t l .ｃ o ｍ "It's a great picnic day. Anos is also a special holiday. You can take a rest and enjoy the family together and play with nature."

"I wish I could play with nature"

He turns his eyes on the swords carried by his father. From the workmanship, all must be made by Dad.

"Why a sword?"

Suddenly, he laughed and said that he was waiting.

"Why do you go for a picnic with your sword on your back? Anos?"

"Oh"

"It is"

When he showed his profile, he made an expression that emphasized the astringency as a mature blacksmith.

"I'm going to show you my dad's back soon."

Dad casually turns his back here. For no good reason.

"I'm sorry, Anos-chan. I suddenly started talking about a picnic. I was just working and would you like to take a break?"

Mom asks anxiously. I can't help refusing such a face.

"What a good picnic sometimes!"

"I'm glad! Then we have a picnic today. Mom, I made a delicious lunch, so look forward to it."

Tran s l a te d by ｊpmt l .co m We shut down and we left home.

"Where are you going?"

After walking for a while, Arcana asks. It was Dad who answered his pride.

"Find the perfect spot for your picnic. You know, over there. There is a hill just out of the mid-haze and a little southwest.

The place where their subordinates were sleeping two thousand years ago. However, it is just a hill now that the tombstones are gone.

Transfer "If you can transfer using <>?"

"Tick little"

Dad raised his finger and shook left and right.

"Oh, Anos. A picnic is like bathing in the sun, walking and bouncing like this."

Dad started jumping with both feet in vain. It seems to be bouncing.

"And I'm waiting for you.

Mother waved her hand towards the gate of Mid Hayes. What we were waiting for were two girls.

"Misha-chan, Sasha-chan"

Sasha bows gracefully to her mother's voice, and Misha looks back small. Both were plain clothes.

"When Anos was sleeping, mom, I went shopping. At that time, I met Misha and Sasha, and I invited her to go with him if it was nice."

T ra n s la te d b y Jpmtl.ｃom Misha nodded.

"Today is a picnic day"

"It's good, but by the way, what?"

Sasha turned his eyes on a suspicious man with a sword that was jumping on both feet. That is, my dad.

"I forgot, Sasha"

"... what?"

"That's the picnic style of this era."

"I don't know!"

Sasha shouts loudly.

"It's almost like this weather, so if there was such a manner, a suspicious man would be jumping around there!"

I imagined it.

"Hakuha. He's a funny guy."

"You said, you!"

Sasha becomes mushy and screams.

"It's just a joke. I can imagine that it's a technique my father developed independently."

Misha bows her head. T r ansl ated by Jp ｍ t l .c om

"Original manner?"

"I don't want to hear better ..."

Looking at his father as if he was stunned, Sasha did not pursue any further.

Upon leaving Midhayes, we climbed to the desired hill on foot. The wind is blowing comfortably and the sun is good. Certainly it is a great picnic day today.

On such a day, you can feel warm just by standing here.

"Hmm, it feels good ..."

Sasha grows a lot. After walking for a while, Arcana sat down and began to look closely at the flowers that were growing there.

"rare?"

Misha rolls out from behind Arcana.

"Flowers that are not underground. Originally, underground plants are difficult to grow and there are few types of flowers."

Mischa watched while Arcana looked at the flowers dimly.

"Do you make a flower crown?"

Eventually, Misha proposed it.

"... What should I do?"

Misha took the hand of Arcana.

"come"

She took Arcana to a place full of flowers and began to make flower crowns together. It's an instant if you use creative magic, but it's bothersome.

Arcana's hand is awkward, but Misha has taught it well, and the flower crown gradually approaches completion.

The happy Arcana expression made me feel peaceful and smiling.

"Something ... Arcana is kind to Misha."

Seeing them, Sasha complains.

"Because you bite well, you'll just get a reasonable response."

"I don't think I'm biting separately ... but ..."

The endings disappear faintly. I guess it was.

"... is this OK?"

"N. Good."

A hill with a good view, where a warm wind blows. There, two girls make flower crowns.

It was a calm, comfortable and beautiful sight.

But if that time doesn't last long, then I may already know.

"Hmm!"

This sloppy, thick voice resounds in the hill.

"Trip!"

The sound of the sword cutting the wind sounds. No matter who, Dad has finally begun a demonstration.

"U-oh-oh-oh!"

A father who screams and swings his sword. He wanted to talk to him and said he couldn't help it.

Well, if you don't touch it, no matter how much your father will be tired of it, you'll stop.

"What is this, Anos?"

What do you say without asking anything?

"I'm making sure. One, one, sharpen my soul with the swing of my sword!

It can't be helped. Sometimes it is filial piety that you get along.

"What's the difference between swinging a sword and not swinging it?"

"Sorry you--"

Dad pondered and said, "That, that," and said, "Well, that," as annoyed, and leaked a philosophical mutter, "I mean, swinging a sword."

"I'm looking for that right now, too."

Was it still on the way?

"One thing I can say for sure"

"what?"

"I'm gonna do this. I feel like I've finished one job."

Dad raises his thumb and sticks his fist. It was a world of complacency.

"Annos. Dad, when my son was born, I really wanted to do something."

He stabs his sword into the hill, puts his weight on the hilt, and turns his back on me in a pretentious pose.

"what?"

"I'm going to try it out with my dad's sword. Let's sharpen the sword's soul together. Dad says,"

Dad speaks as if he has immersed himself in his world.

"You're too alone, my son."

She changed her pose and said Dad.

"father……"

Apparently it's like a son.

"I have nothing to teach you. Go your way from now on."

He changes his pose quickly, and his father plays two roles.

"Oh, it was a really good life."

My dad collapsed.

"Oh, dad, dad!"

Why died?

"Well, that's what my son had to say to take over the blacksmith."

The skit is over, Haha, Dad laughs.

"Because you've become a worthy demon, you can't think of him as a father's son."

A father who draws out his sword, saying sorry.

"I didn't have anything to teach from the beginning, and I'm much more proud than my father would have dreamed of being such a son."

After trembling, Dad said so with a serious face. I just said that I really wanted to tell it.

"Dad"

I point my finger and fly my magic. One sword in the basket flies to me.

Dad questioned his head and looked at him.

"Let's do it. Blacksmithing isn't necessary for the Demon King, but if you sharpen your soul, it might be useful."

Dad rounded his eyes for a moment and then happily broke his face. Some tears.

"That's you, it's for sale. Just shake it, just shake it."

"know"

I pull my sword out of the sheath.

"... Well, but what ..."

Dad is close to me and faces each other.

"When it comes to this, my dad, are you shy ... but after all, I wanted to do it when my son was born ..."

Dad holds his sword while smiling.

"It's time to unleash this nickname!"

"Isn't it too lazy?"

Sasha, who was watching our exchanges, rushed in. Arcana and Misha, with the flower crown on their heads, looked back at something.

"You have no resentment, but you will die for peace."

"The setting has changed!"

Certainly, he was a father who taught his son how to sharpen his soul.

"Do you care who I am. My name is the king of the swords to kill."

Dad appeals to ask blatantly someone. And half the answers are different.

Speaking of the kings of the swords to be killed, they were two when Dad had developed two diseases. The killing sword king, Gardena Hypto.

Well, but this is also filial piety. Dating is probably the child's duty.

"Oh, who are you?"

"Huh"

Dad laughs. It will release its name only here and there.

"It's not about my name!"

I can't read.

"Let's release arrows or magic."

Dad swings his sword. I said.

Hellfire annihilator "<>"

Point your hand at Dad. Of course, the magic has not been activated just by flashing particles of magic power.

"Zubapa"

Jail flame extermination gun Father pretended to cut <> with such a voice.

"strong……"

Says Misha. Sasha sends an amazed gaze.

Gokugoku Destruction Ash Demolish Cannon "<>"

"Sakupo"

Gokugoku Destruction Ashes Demon Dad successfully killed the world to destroy <>.

"... I can't do that. How strong are you ..."

Despite the pretense, Sasha couldn't overlook it, but Sasha was rushing in.

Nirvana Seven Steps Conquest "<>"

Annihilation sword king "Ulyapa, Gardena Hypto, here it is!"

In the end, do you claim to be-Dad is a seven-step walker and a sword.

“…… ha ……”

A father who pretends to be torn and kneels with a surprise.

"Now, you're stronger, Anos. There's nothing more to teach you ..."

In front of her, Dad fell to the hill. The scene and the neighborhood are quiet.

"Hey you……"

Sasha asks her fearfully.

"Is that the end? Isn't it just a pretend to be a sick man, saying what he wanted to do if his son was born ...?"

The words were empty, and the warm breeze blew.