Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Let me use your mana."

"…You are such a scoundrel. Go ahead, go ahead, get ready~" Mori Yuesha swam to Nagini's side with a wicked smile. "Get ready - three - two -"

Nagini tensed her body, mobilized Mori Yuesha's magic power to strengthen her body, and prepared to run away.

result…

After the "one", a white sword jumped out from the card, picked up Mori Yuesha, and flew away in a flash.

Small cookies.

"Mori! Yue! Sha! Are you competing in swimming?!"

I knew you, little bastard, were going to cheat.

Nagini floated in the sea, looking at the butt twisting under the dragon's mouth as it went away, and gnashed her teeth in hatred.

Chapter 5 Wild Animals

As dusk falls, colorful lights rise over the sea.

Arrow-shaped boats float up and down on the blue-black water, with colorful flags. Walking barefoot on the beach, the soft sand will sink into the gaps between your toes, and if you push down and press hard, you will feel the bright and moist sand layer.

The soles of the feet are wrapped very comfortably.

You can hear the sound of waves climbing up one section at a time, pushing over from the farthest horizon; then retreating one section at a time, returning to where it came from.

The boats were rocked by the waves.

The sailors danced happily on the deck, holding steaming chicken legs or sticky wine glasses in their left hands, and patting their chests, thighs and boat clappers with their right hands, making a thumping sound. The singing was floating on the waves, being pushed forward and backward.

Those watching on the shore were equally happy.

If you want, you can dance to the off-key singing, without starting a new line, adding a rustling rhythm to the swish-swish and dong-dong-dong. You can bend your elbows and put your other arm on your waist; you can put both arms on your waists, be flexible with your feet, and do tap dance in the soft sand.

The saltiness of the night was stronger than during the day, and the wind blew with more fanfare.

Lie down, find a position kissed by the waves, look up at the sky: listen to the sailors' wild and enthusiastic laughter, the passionate and simple rhythm, and the heavy sound of waves.

The stars in the sky lit up.

You can name them anything you want. Stars are not like people. They don’t have so many worries. They are always happy.

That one can be called "Out-of-tune Fat Man", the one on the left can be called "Beautiful Bow of the Ship"; the one on the right is too dark to give a name, and the one at the bottom can be called "The Largest Ship" - just listen and watch... But remember not to fall asleep, otherwise you will be uncomfortable the next day.

I want you to come back with joy and the songs of the sailors, with your feet wet with sand and mud from the town. Wash them yourself, and then sit comfortably on the little chair I have laid out with two or three layers of cushions for you.

On the table were freshly washed, shiny fruits, a large plate of steaming steaks cut vertically, a pot of cool lemon tea, bread with a strong wheat flavor, and salted potatoes just off the stove.

Eat, eat your fill, come upstairs, into your mother’s arms.

He jumped into the little nest, sank into the mattress, and rested his head on his mother's arms.

Turn off the light that is too bright above your head and turn on the dim yellow light on the bedside table: open the book you are reading halfway and let your mother continue reading you a story from her adventure.

If the great hero passes, dear, go to sleep; if he loses his friend, dear, go to sleep.

If he were to acquire a shining sword, or find treasure, or fall into danger...

Even though he used his shield to block the dragon's scorching flames and cut a piece of sizzling barbecue.

Honey, just go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

The waves and the singers of the sailors have been here with you long before you knew it, in your bed and in my arms.

Rest with the great hero and wait till tomorrow morning.

He will wake up with you.

Honey…

Just sleep, sleep.

I am your mother, and I am still waiting for you to grow up.

--fraud.

A teardrop shattered on the floor, like ink soaking onto paper, getting darker and darker.

Cover it with a dirty rag and move it away.

The second tear fell.

"Mother…"

The girl knelt on the floor, holding the rag with both hands against the creaking floorboards.

Memories do not change according to human will, only the remaining part of them is rewarded as time passes.

That's all she remembered.

About my mother, about me and my mother. The memories are not long, and they are pieced together in bits and pieces to make up a complete day - thinking about it, my whole body feels warm, just like the clean water in the bucket that has been baked by the sun for a whole afternoon.

Putting your finger in it will make people feel surprised by the warmth.

"Mother…"

The rag fell into the last corner, and after its mission was completed, it was thrown into the bucket by the girl. The second one came up, aiming at the furniture. The third one, the fourth one…

She cleaned the house thoroughly throughout the afternoon.

This was her birthday present to herself.

"Mother…"

The sun was slanting. The girl, who had been busy all day, opened the curtains. The sun had set without her knowing when. The townspeople on the street were also holding hands, leading their wives and children home.

She pushed the door open carefully, leaving a crack, and a gray little face peeked out: a timid wild animal observing the situation.

The gap seems to be widening.

Expand enough to let her pass.

Then push the door shut with even less force and lock it.

Just run away.

The black hair that reached her chin bounced up and down with the girl's movements, and the black uppers of her shoes, which were worn white, and the buckles across her shoes were shaky. She stepped on the flat ground paved with stone slabs, and withstanding the malicious gazes from all around, she lowered her head and rushed to the beach.

Walk through the forest.

The hunter's stone hit him accurately on the forehead.

thump.

It bounced and rolled a few times on the ground.

A burst of laughter.

Children came out from behind the trees in groups of two or three. The boys were holding slingshots, stone bags, and wooden swords; the girls in pretty little skirts followed behind them, giggling softly.

The hunting team was very powerful, and she let her guard down today, so she was caught.

"Monster, who let you run away?"

The leader of the hunting team rummaged through his men's bags, picked out a stone with sharp points on both ends, and loaded it into the slingshot.

aim.

"Kill you."

Snapped.

The girl's shoulders trembled and she froze in place.

"I am the best hunter."

Hehehe.

There is not much difference between her and a wild rabbit, except that she cannot be eaten.

Besides, the hare has a mother.

——The hare’s mother would never disappear over the horizon on a boat.

She is a wild animal who can do housework, eats very little, is obedient, can be insulted at will, and is still alive.

"A thousand slashes!"

Another boy holding a wooden sword, holding high the toy his father had carved for him, ran towards her.

The sword tip hit her head, and it hurt more than a stone.

thump.

The girl squatted down with her head covered and grimaced, but her eyes were always looking for an opportunity to break through.

"Hey, get out of the way, my second shell is about to be fired!"

Her black eyes followed the boy's turning around, and so did her body. She moved and moved, and when the man in front of her blocked her way, she scurried out, ran behind a big tree, made a turn, and ran towards the beach without looking back.

Behind him was the sound of slingshots being pulled and the children's scolding.

"Let her run away again!"

"Chase her..."

"My dad is back and I have to go back to eat. I got beaten yesterday."

"I have to go back too."

Gradually, it was covered by the rustling of swaying branches, and pushed away by the sound of the waves. After passing through the forest, the sea was right in front of us.

Since her mother left, she had never seen the colorful lights on the sea, nor heard the singing of sailors. There was no ship on the sea, and if the clouds were thick, it would be pitch black, the darkness rushing towards her.

She likes it here.

but…

Today seems different.

She hid in the half-human-high grass, sticking her head out, and looked vigilantly at the crackling flames on the beach.

Chapter 6 The Stylish Wild Boar

Two women sitting around the fire were talking to each other.

A little higher up on the fire, there was a metal grill, and a huge wild boar was holding up its limbs obediently, being shaken and rotated from time to time by the tall woman.

Crispy browned crust.

She smelled the aroma.

…Gurgle.

The indescribable feeling of hunger tempted her to leave the bush where she was hiding and walk towards the flames step by step...

The conversation gradually became audible.

"I told him to give it a left hook, but you had to..."

"There were two of them that we could have eaten, but you smashed them to pieces with your left hook, not only was there blood all over me, but the wild boar was blown up everywhere."

"Hehe, I didn't control the strength well..."

"You always say that. I think you do it on purpose. You have to wait until I'm close before you do it."

"I was just too excited... Besides, you often can't control your strength, Nagini, so what right do you have to criticize me?"

"When did I-"

"It's when..."

"Didn't you ask me to push harder?"