| This isn't the summary, but the full translation of the story. When I first read this story in Japanese, I realized that this story was a story of Gourry, but mostly, it was the story of another character. When I summarized this episode, probably, nobody could find many secrets in it. So I gave up to summarize the story, and instead, I translated it. I hope that you can read and understand the story. (QP/Diana, 19/09/00) |
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He drew his sword. The sharp blade reflected the bright sunshine, and the blue color of the sky and the sea. It wasn't bad, but wasn't so fine as to make the sword being an extremely fine one. The blade was such a thing. The young man only stared at the hilt of the sword that had peculiar decorations. Memories passed through his mind. --- Were it not for this sword... Suddenly, the young man swung the sword back as if he would throw it away into the sea --- "Will you throw it away? It's wasteful." A voice came from his nearby side. "---?!" The young man turned to the direction. His long blond hair swung in the sea breeze. It was the shore in the village of Kulsida. The village has nothing characteristics except that it laid by the sea. In the small harbor, there were several small-unmanned boats and an angler. "Do you have a grudge against your sword?" The angler said, watching at the fishing line and the float that was floating on the sea. He was a peculiar man. He wore a shirt, a jacket, a pair of trousers, and a pair of boots --- so ordinary things. His black hair was long, and his face was as beautiful as an extremely beautiful lady. He seemed to be young and old. If someone said that this man was as young as the young man who stood still, bringing his sword in his hand, nobody would be against. When another man said that this angler was much elder than the young man, still nobody would say "No". He had a cigarette in his mouth, and it seemed stylish, but his fishing rod was too cheap for his mood. The young man was embarrassed for a while and said, "You haven't lit your cigarette..." "I quit smoking now. My wife and children dislike my smoking." His tone was too rough for his looks. "Do you have a wife and children? ... Are you as old as to have a family?" "My age isn't your business. And? Will you throw it away? Your sword?" "It's not your business, either," the young man said. "Uh-- Let me tell you that if you hope for me to give this sword to you, I won't." "No, I won't hope that. ... I know that it's not my business. I don't care what will happen to you and your sword. I don't care if someone else takes it and will kill many men. I don't care if you will save the people by that sword. All are not my business." "So... What do you want to say?" "Well... When I was younger than I am today, I was a mercenary, too. In those days, I had a policy. Call a man 'second class' when he doesn't care about his sword. And call a man 'under the third class' when he is hard of his sword. Thus, I was interested in you and meddled." The young man said nothing. "Don't mind me. Just throw away your sword as long as you don't like it. And throw away the things in your mind, too." The young man stood still without a word, and finally, he sheathed his sword and said. "Mister, may I have your name?" "Don't call me 'Mister'. Haven't you learned the manner? When you ask for someone's name, give your name first." "My name is --- Gourry. Gourry Gabriev." "Good honest boy. Here is my advice for you. When you give your name first, not all the men will give his name to you. This is the way of the world." "... What's that?" Gourry shrugged his shoulders and turned around, knowing that the man had made him a fool. There was the noise of the waves --- nothing else at all.
This village has two travelers at one time. This is a small fishing village away from the main street. Some travelers came to this village, but almost all of them just came and went without a word. Today, there are two travelers and they stay. One is the unidentified man who travels alone. I don't care about him. But, I'm interested in another. He seems to be a mercenary. What will they do to him? If they fail, some of them will be killed. If so, still I can enjoy the happenings. Hmmm... I want the travelers to do their best. It's a great pleasure for me to think about it. ::: "What?" He muttered and stopped. The wind blew his black hair. The village lay between the hills and the shore, and the sun was setting behind the hills. On the shore there was the man alone in the color of the twilight. He was on his way to the inn, giving up the fruitless fishing. He felt that someone was watching him. He looked to the direction where he felt something, but there was only a small dark shack in the evening sun. He went up to the shack and pushed up the straw curtain with his fishing rod. Inside the shack, there were some junks under the wet darkness. The black-haired man lost his curiosity, and turned around to the village. The smell of the fish filled the dining room on the ground floor of the inn. It was the time for dinner, but there was only one guest. It was very natural that there was no one who wanted to take a dinner here in this inn. There, people could find several dishes of fresh fish and a bowl of stew that could keep several days. The entire menus were what the villagers ate in their houses. Probably, this inn was managed by someone who had had the large house and the owner ran this inn and the restaurant both for his hobby and earnings. The evening sun shone through the opened door and the windows, revealing the seedy air in the dining room. Gourry was the only one guest. He was waiting for his meal that he had ordered a while before. He couldn't press the waitress for his dinner, since she was also the hostess and the cook. There was only one staff in this restaurant. "There is nothing to do for you, right?" The voice came from Gourry's side and he knew that was the man whom he met with at the harbor. Yes, Gourry thought that there was nothing to do. "...Oh, it's you...," Gourry said without turning back with his chin on his hand. The black-haired man sat on the other side of the table, having the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at Gourry --- glanced at his sword being rested against the table. "... You haven't thrown it away, the sword." "Leave it alone. Why did you sit there? There are many empty seats." "Not to mention like that. They say that it's more pleasure to eat with a party, don't they?" "Oh, I saw that you were in an affected manner, but actually, you are lonely." "Yes, I can be." The black-haired man ignored Gourry's banter, then he said with a bitter smile. "I was used to be alone. But now, I have my own family, and I'm used to my noisy house. I started traveling alone on the forced reasons after long working years, leaving my family behind, and I enjoyed easygoing days. But soon, I found it's bored. I just can't stand going home so soon that I am roaming here and there. And today, I found you, who seemed to be very troubled." "Am I your toy to kill your time?" "You can be. It's rare for a man to display his troubled mind so clearly. I became too curious and I talked to you." "It's not rare for a man to have a trouble." "Yes, you are right." The black-haired man said, and he leaned forward over the table to Gourry. "But, as I am a man, I give you one advice. Don't show your troubled mind before the girl with whom you fell in love." "What?" Gourry turned pale and waved his hand. "I... I don't fall in love with you!" "What are you talking? Idiot! I didn't say such a thing!" The man turned boil with rage. "... But, when I expect the story line..." "You expected the story line? How you can get to the result that you will fall in love with me? Only I wanted to say is that there is no problem for you to have a trouble, but, it isn't good looking to display your having a trouble!" "... Oh, I see... Why didn't you tell me like that?" "I told you! Are you real idiot?! "... Real idiot... And in the end you..." Gourry swallowed his words. He watched at the doorway of the inn. There were three men, watching at Gourry and the black-haired man. "You are traveling fighter, aren't you?" Meeting with the eyes of Gourry, the old man with gray hair and gray beard talked to the swordsman. "Yes, I am..." "Well... We want to talk with you for a while. Can we have a dinner with you and talk?" Gourry seemed to consider to accept or to refuse for a second, and said. "Hmm... I can listen to you... but I can't promise to accept it." "Thank you very much," the old man bowed from his waist to Gourry, then the old man went to the kitchen. He talked with the hostess, and he came back. "Sorry to make you wait. We will pay for our dinner." The old man sat at the same table with Gourry and the black-haired man. Other two men stood by the sides of the old man. "And? What's the story to tell?" "Yes... I am the village mayor, Kyle Bunitz," the old man begun to talk. "Still now, I don't know where to start my story..." During his talking, the hostess brought the dinner for Gourry and the black-haired man. It was a dish of salad, a bowl of soup, a loaf of bread, and a dish of a boiled fish. Too ordinary menu. "Please eat it. You can listen my story as eating. Please." "Is it okay?" Gourry and the black-haired man took their forks, and the villager mayor continued his story. "Well... What can I say..? To tell the truth, this village has had a trouble in these days..." "Hmmm?" Gourry replied, eating the salad with seaweed. The black-haired man ate his bread, watching at the village mayor without a word. "This village lays between the hills and the shore. Some folks go out for the sea to do fishing, and some others go to the hills to hunt the animals. We get our earnings in these ways." "Hmm." Gourry was going to stick the boiled fish with his fork. "Wait. Sorry for my interrupting." The black-haired man said, stopping both Gourry's action and the village mayor's tongue. The man's tone wasn't strong, but he was too serious. He turned to Gourry and said. "I give you another advice. Don't eat that boiled fish. It is poisoned." "... What?" The village mayor and his men turned pale. "Are... Are you kidding?" The village mayor said, but the black-haired man showed a cynical smile for the mayor. "It was the bad timing to serve a dinner. And I could notice the smell of this boiled fish. Is this the smell of the poison of the Borgi sea snake, right? When I warned, you turned pale. That is the evidence. If you insist that this fish isn't poisoned, can you eat this?" "Damn it!" One of village mayor's men shouted and rushed for the table --- for Gourry's sword. But, Gourry took his sword faster and he knocked the back of the attacking man's head with the sheath of his sword as he stood up. "Gu?!" The man of the mayor fell on the floor. "What is this?" Gourry asked to the mayor, but the old man said with a deeply troubled look on his face. "Forgive us... It is for our village..." "Fools! I won't forgive you!" Shouted the Black-haired man. Crash! "Oboooo!" The black-haired man hit the table away to the village mayor, making the table directly hit the face of the mayor. "The men in this inn are in cahoots with the village mayor! Get out!" The black-haired man said to Gourry. "Al... Alright!" Gourry and the black-haired man ran out of the inn... and they stopped without a word. They found that there were all the men of the village. Each men had a knife, a club, or a battle picks "Oh my! All the villagers are in cahoots!" the black-haired man gave a surprising cry. "What will we do? Will you kill all those men with your sword?" "I don't want to do that," Gourry had his sword in his hand, unsheathed. "What is this? Will you explain?" But the villagers came one step closer, making the surrounding circle smaller. "Do you know what are you doing?" The black-haired man shouted this time. "When you show your will to kill someone, it is the same thing to declare that you won't care to be killed by your target. Do you know that it hurts when you are cut by the sword?" The man looked around the villagers. "At first, you feel it as if you are only hit by a rod. But when you see your blood all around and see your arm or leg on the ground, you feel the extreme pain. No. It's more than a pain. It is just like a pair of burning sticks doing a tap dance on your wound and the shock goes to the top of your head. When you feel the shock, you'll die. Or, if you won't die, you'll be suffered from both the pain and fever. --- Now, who will taste the pain first?" All the villagers were wavered. The black-haired man had only a fishing rod and his small baggage, but Gourry had a sword in his hand. The surrounding men knew well that they couldn't match the professional fighter. They might be ready for some victims, but no one wished to be the victim. "Well? No one volunteers. Alright, we will choose the first one. Come on, Gourry. You shall go..." the black-haired man looked around and pointed at the one direction of the street. "This way!" The surrounding circle of that direction broke apart. "Go!" With the cry of the black-haired man, the two men dashed. Being wavered, the villagers stepped back more. Gourry and the black-haired man broke through their way and ran through the desert street. At that time, the village mayor went out from the inn, stumbling. He knew what had happened and shouted. "What are you doing? Don't let them go!" It was too late. The two men disappeared into the night. It was dark in the night hill. The dim light of the moon and stars couldn't reach to the ground, disturbed by the leaves of the trees. In the bottom of the darkness, two men hid themselves. "Wow, they began the sweeping search of the hill. Hard workers." The black-haired man said easily, seeing the fire of the torches half-visible among the trees come nearer. "Well... it's natural for them to be frantic. It will be a serious trouble for them to be found out that whole the villagers tried to kill two men." "Hey... Can I ask you a question?" "What?" The black-haired man turned back, and Gourry gave a question with a serious look. "Why are you carrying your fishing rod on your shoulder since you ran away from the inn?" "Don't care about this. You can see a man walked around, holding his pillow, when his house has a fire." ... Oh, was he in a panic? ... Gourry muttered in his mind. "There is nothing to talk about my fishing rod. Now, it's time to talk about what we will do. And? What will you do?" "Hey, tell me what you will do to this situation." When Gourry said, the black-haired man seemed to be delighted. "Let me see... The easiest way is to run away from here, and forget about the happenings in here." "It's irresponsible. Why won't you tell the officers in another town...?" "Are you kidding? No officers will believe us. If they will believe us and investigate the village, all the villagers will fix up the story and get it straight. The investigation will end in smoke. Well, on the contrary, there is a complicated way." "A complicated way?" "Yes. To seek out the reason why they tried to kill us and remove the cause." "I see. Try that way." "Come on... You can say so easily, but I'm not sure if we will be able to do with the situation when we find the reason. Don't you realize that?" "We will know if we will be able to do something or not, only when we will find the reason, right? And---" Gourry patted the hilt of his sword. "... In my family, there were troubles over this sword. I ran away from home with this sword, thinking that were not for this sword... But, you told me that I would be able to do something when I had this sword. Now, I want to try to see what I can do when I have this sword in my hands." "Hmmm," the black-haired man smiled a little. "Alright. Then, we shall catch some villagers first." He watched the fire of the torches. "This way." He said and ran through the woods with no path. Gourry followed him half a step behind. The two men swiftly ran down the hills without a path and the light. For a while later --- Two men found four villagers. All the four men had a torch in the left hand and a weapon in the right hand. Before he showed himself, the black-haired man threatened them with a voice. "Be quiet, or you'll die." Shivered. Four men trembled. The black-haired man appeared from the trees, leaving Gourry behind the thicket. "My friend is near. Don't have a hope to run away from us." At first four men were cowed by the black-haired man, but --- "Don't put on a brave air when you only have a fishing rod!" One of four said, realizing the thing that the black-haired man had. But the man ignored the villager's saying. "I think this is more useful than the stick in your hand." "Do you dare to say?" He might be encouraged by the absence of the swordsman --- Gourry. The villager held up his club and dashed for the black-haired man. At the instant. The fishing rod in the hand of the black-haired man danced in the air with a whirling noise. "Ouch!" The villager dropped his torch and club, covering his face with his hands. Other three men couldn't see what had happened. Only Gourry could see that the end of the fishing rod barely hit the eyes of the villager, without the power enough to make the man blind. The black-haired man grabbed the crouching villager by his collar and let him stand up on his feet. "Listen to me. I once was a mercenary. I can choke you, an ordinary man, to kill with my bare hands. If you don't want to die, give me an answer. Why did you try to kill us?" "I... I... We don't want to kill! But if we don't, we'll be killed! There was nothing we can do except to try to kill you!" "You'll be killed?" The black-haired man frowned--- Suddenly he jumped back, leaving his hand from the villager. At the same time. Booom! The body of the villager was scattered! The blood showered all around, and the pieces of flesh were scattered away. Silence. And. "Waaaaaaaaa!!" The three villagers realized the death of their folk, and they ran away, shouting for help. The black-haired man --- didn't chase them. He stood still, watching at the thicket just opposite to the thicket behind which Gourry hid himself. "What? What was that?" Gourry said, revealing himself from the trees. The black-haired man swung his head and said. "Someone poked his nose into us from somewhere. Probably, that was so-called the wirepuller. ... But, he disappeared." Gourry looked all around. He had felt another thing had appeared just before the villager had been killed, and he felt the thing had disappeared only a minute before as well. "What was that? The wirepuller?" Gourry asked but he found no reply. The black-haired man was considering without a word. Gourry sighed and looked to the direction for which the three villagers had ran away --- the direction of the village. "Those villagers misunderstood that the man was killed by you. What will you do?" "I'll go to the village." With the simplest answer, the black-haired man begun to walk. "Eh... Hey! Wait!" Gourry followed him in haste. "To the village? What will you do there?" "I'll do something." "You'll do.... something? Something what?" "I think that I found out what is going on." "Really?" "Yes. But I won't explain it now. I'm afraid that if I have made a mistake. It's not to be good looking." "What are you talking about?" "Don't mind. But, if I am right, the enemy isn't an ordinary one. I think that you'd better not to come with me." Gourry felt irritated. "Come on! I know that you are strong, but I have a little confidence in my skill." "A little confidence isn't enough. If you could kill a plasma dragon with a kitchen knife like my elder daughter did, I wouldn't stop you." "Are you kidding? There is no one who can kill a plasma dragon with a kitchen knife. But... your elder daughter can use a kitchen knife... Then you are really older than what you seem to be!" "Don't say 'really old'. Anyway, if you want to come, come with me. But, if I say run away, you'll run away. Can you understand?" "Oh... I can't see what you are talking about..." "No matter when you can't see what I'm talking about, you shall run away when I say so." Talking, the two walked down the hills to the village. The wind blew and the dancing fire of the torches cast many shadows on the wasteland. It was the wilderness at the outskirts of the village. There Gourry and the black-haired man confronted with the dozens of village men. The villagers put on the murder air. Breaking through the tense mood, the village mayor stepped forward. "Why did you come back?" "Well, I want to see the face of the wirepuller." The black-haired man said, carrying the fishing rod on his shoulder. ...Buzz... The villagers were stirred. "Who told you?" The mayor asked. "Nobody. I only supposed so." The black-haired man answered. The fire of the torches decorated the deeply trouble look on the face of the old man. "As you understand our circumstances, you can... fulfill our hope. Please die for us." "It's okay." The black-haired man said easily. All the men lost their words, and before Gourry complained, the black-haired man pointed at the village mayor. "But, before me, you shall die for me. It's too lonely to die alone." "What?" Ignoring the groan of the old man, the black-haired man pointed at the other villager, then at another man, and said. "And you'll die after the mayor, and you'll be the next. And the next will be... you... And..." "Idiot! Why we shall..." One villager, who was pointed at, cried, and the black-haired man gave the cynical smile. "You can't die for another person, still you demand another person to die for you? Don't think that you can make a fool of me, you, mean folks! It's far better for me to be the prey of wolves than to die for you." "Are you provoking us?" The village mayor became irritated, but the black-haired man ignored him. "Finally you understand me. Don't mind. You are mean, but you are far much better than the mean creature that threatened you and gave the orders to you. It can't do anything else to hide itself behind the shack, trembling." The villagers froze with the words --- "--- Oh, you knew that I am here ---" A voice came from somewhere near the shack, somewhere away from the villagers. The men with the torches were all frightened. "Master Ruzouru..." The village mayor gave the name of the thing. The black-haired man turned to the direction of the voice. "My younger daughter studies magic. Before she went out for her journey, she told me many things related with magic. I heard that your tribes eat the fear and hostility of the human. Probably, you came to this small village, knowing that the village had no guardians, and threatened the villager to kill the travelers, right?" "... Good imagination..." A black shape of a man appeared from the dark shack. --- Shadow of a man? --- Gourry thought. --- The shape has a too big head for a man. The body is too slim, and the arms are too long. --- All the villagers stepped back, being stirred. Gourry could see the thing under the dim light. The thing had a big head that was two times as big as a human head. On the head, there was no hair, no ears, no nose, and no mouth. It was covered with many eyes that were as big as a fist of an infant. This thing couldn't be a human. "No way!" Gourry gave a cry of surprise. "How can it speak without a mouth?" "Why are you surprised at the way it talks, not at its appearance?" The black-haired man complained. "It is Mazoku. Be careful. This is a troublesome enemy." "You know that here is a Mazoku, and you described me as 'a troublesome enemy'. Surely, you think that you can match me." The Mazoku --- Ruzouru came nearer to the human, stepping just like floating in the air. It pointed at the villagers with its thin finger that seemed to be like that of a thin old man. "Yes, you are right. Those men are mean. I ordered them after I killed several men. I ordered them to kill the travelers who would stay in the village, or more villagers would die. I expected that there were several men who would resist me, but no one did. Moreover, they took and shared the money and property of their victims. They are so mean that they became holdup men, making my order be their reason." Those words made the villagers angry and embarrassed. All the eyes of Ruzouru twisted in the shape of smile. "And that's why I like this village. I won't let the man from outside of the village disturb me. If you want to destroy my place ---" "Will you kill me just like you killed the man who had swept in the hills?" "Yes, I will. Now, I let you know the fear of Mazoku!" Ruzouru's eyes widely opened. The black-haired man and Gourry jumped far away. Booom!! An instant later, the ground where they had stood exploded. No villagers could see what happened. But the black-haired man and Gourry could see the attack. The black ball of magical power appeared in the air. The Mazoku created it and it flew in the darkness of the night and when it impacted on something, it exploded. The black-haired man ran straight to the Mazoku. Ruzouru threw the black balls one after another, but the man dodged them all. He reached to the Mazoku and --- "And what will you do?" Mazoku laughed. Ignoring the laughter, the man swung his right hand and hit the head of the Mazoku with his fishing rod. "---?!" Ruzouru gave a soundless cry and jumped back. "No way?!" The cry of the Mazoku was filled with surprise. Gourry and the villagers couldn't see what was going on. It was the Mazoku who didn't dodge the blow, and it cried "No way". It seemed like a bad joke. "... You want to say that an ordinary weapon can't work for you. And I hit you with a fishing rod." The black-haired man sneered at the Mazoku. "You want to say that for a pure Mazoku, only the spiritual attack with the magical power or the power of will can work. Yes, I know it. But, it means that if a human channels his power of will into the things in his hand just like I did, a fishing rod can give the same damage to the Mazoku as a sword that is channeled with the power of will. Anyway, this is what I learned from my daughter." "I see... But... You can't be powerful enough to kill me with one blow, and you are so talkative... Probably, you can't give a critical blow..." "Wow? You found out?" A sweatdrop ran down the cheek of the man. "Now, you'll die to pay for your insulting me!" Ruzouru created many dark balls and threw them at the man one after another. The black-haired man dodged them, moving fast. But. One of the black balls broke apart into many tiny black balls just before it reached to the man. "What?" The man gave a cry and --- Booom!!! Many explosions dug the ground and let the cloud of dust arise. Ruzouru watched for the direction to the place where the black-haired man had been. ::: Did the man die? Even if he didn't die, he was injured in the explosion. ::: But, at that time. From another direction, Gourry broke through the cloud of dust and ran for the Mazoku. He drew his sword and swung it. But before the blade reached for Ruzouru, the blade was thrown away from the hilt. Was the nail of the hilt dropped or broken? ::: Does this man think that he can use the same skill as another man? Fool! And you lost the blade. ::: In the next instant, Ruzouru's laughter disappeared. "--- Light, come forth!" Gourry shouted. A light appeared from the bladeless hilt. The light created the blade of magical power from the channeled power of owner's will. And the blade cut the body of Ruzouru from one shoulder to the waist. --- Giiiiiiiii!! The cry of the Mazoku was like that of a beast. Being cut its body, Ruzouru still stood. Its true body was its head. The head and breast of it flew up to the air, leaving its hips and legs become the dusts on the ground, in order to go outside of the reach of Gourry's sword. At that time. "Elmekia Lance!" The voice and the light came through the cloud of dust, and the white light directly hit the head of Ruzouru. The Mazoku struggled in the air without a cry. Ruzouru saw a shadow in his sight. It was the shadow of Gourry who had jumped up, having used the sheath as the stool! He swung the sword of white light. Ruzouru's each eyes reflected the blade of light --- Zank! The blow cut apart the head of the Mazoku. The wind blew, bringing the smell of the sea to the wilderness. Ruzouru became the black dust and disappeared before it fell on the ground. After the dust had gone, there stood Gourry and the black-haired man who hadn't been injured. Gourry turned to the man and said, "You can use the offensive spell." "I learned it from my younger daughter. I planed to use it as my last card, but..." The black-haired man watched at Gourry's sword with a bitter smile. "You said that it was the sword with a story, and I thought it was a cheap magical sword... But it is the legendary Sword of Light!" He went near Gourry, still with a bitter smile, and patted his shoulder. "If you throw it away, please give it to me." "You said that you wouldn't hope it!" "Idiot! If it were a cheap magical sword, I wouldn't hope that. But it is the Sword of Light! Give it now, give it to me, please! gimme the sword!" "No, I won't!" "... Was it... destroyed?" Another voice came from the side of the arguing men. The two men saw the village mayor stepped forward from the villagers. "It was... The Mazoku Ruzouru was destroyed, wasn't it?" "... Yes, it was..." The black haired man nodded, looking displeased. He took out a cigarette and had it in his mouth. But he didn't light it again. "... Thank you very much. You saved us..." "Don't be so ridiculous," the man said coolly. "I destroyed the Mazoku only because I hated his way. That's all. I also hate you who ignore your killing travelers and pretend to be the victims. I know that you were threatened by the Mazoku, but still I can't stand your way! I'll tell about those happenings to the officers in another town. You shall pay for what you did. Understand?" "... Oh... No..." "Don't say 'No'. When the officers come to this village, don't pretend not to know, don't try to cheat them. Be honest. If you won't, I'll come back and destroy this village." The black-haired man turned around. "Let's go, Gourry." "Uh? Alright," Gourry took the sheath and thrown blade, and followed the man, trotting. "Hey... Here is no more Mazoku. How about stay and spend the night in this village?" "What a fool to do that. I can't stay here anymore. They would try to kill us, hoping to keep their secrets." "Oh, I see." "It's much better for us to sleep in the woods. ...But... When my wife will find my clothes stained, she will complain about it." "Oh, are you afraid of your wife?" "Idiot. I love my wife." The moon gave a dim light on the back of two men, leaving the village. In the end --- It had passed four days before Gourry realized that he hadn't gotten the name of the black-haired man. The young man still didn't know if he could do something, bringing his sword. He couldn't be sure. And sometimes, he thought that there was nothing he could do. But. Something little. He felt that he would be able to do something little. And on that day. He saw it on the straight street, running through the woods. A young girl was surrounded by bandits. The girl dressed as a sorceress, and she seemed to be too confident to be frightened. --- There is no need to help --- Gourry thought. --- But, it isn't bad to try to do something, carrying this sword... Gourry drew his sword and said loudly. "Alright guys. That's enough." And the swordsman met with --- the girl. |
| Now, you know who that black-haired man was. I appreciate it if you would give me your answer by an e-mail. Thank you for your reading my rough translation. (QP/Diana) |
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