Fly the Flag of Fire!

Oiva caught up quickly. The boy, stuck in the middle of a dark alley, has a frown root and a seemingly difficult look. I guess it's been a hassle, Oiva thought.

"Whoa, what do you want to happen? Is there anything I can do to help?

"You just..."

That looks unexpected. That means I didn't expect adult help, and I'm convinced that's natural for this boy, Oiva. I'm still not a normal child.

"It's Oiva. I heard a woman screaming earlier, but did you take her with you?

"... it's Marco. Looks like the woman who came out of the village with me was in the crowd. Nobody tells me anything if I ask around. Do you have any idea?

"Oh man, again..."

When she heard she had come out of the village, Oiva tongued inside. It's unexpected information from the boy's identity, and that's not very good in this case. If you were a person in town, you could move the soldiers in the garrison, and doing so would have done something about it. But outside of town... it's also troublesome to be a village person. The treatment of the administration becomes coarse.

Besides, the killer looks like a person with a background. If it was a single offense, people in the alley hungry for entertainment would strip wild horses of their guts. People around you don't deal with boys because they don't want to get involved in things. I mean, I made the decision that it was troublesome to get involved... that's how Oiva interpreted it.

"Can I ask you what's going on? It changes the way you see things and solve them."

"Okay."

If you ask me, they say the boys went out from the border village for a business deal. The personnel are three men as luggage holders, a boy, and an elderly woman as an escort to the boy. Name is Hannah. Looks like the woman was kidnapped. The line had secured a bed for this evening in a lumberyard outside the cage, but the sound of the dojo invited the boy out, worried or the woman followed him out and seemed to be harmed.

"I told you not to chase me because I'll be right back..."

"Well, that's your fault. They're worried about me and they're gonna burn me. Basically, they're not gonna trust me. He's not trusted. His words are light. Besides, you're a woman, right? I have feelings. Don't chase me."

"... it was unthinkable"

I piqued my eyebrows for a moment, but I don't see anything like impatience or remorse in that look. It's cold-hearted and makes me feel angry inside that little body. That appears odd to Oiva. Because there's no wind worrying about the guardian woman.

"But you've come a long way. This isn't the nearest town. Huh?

"It's a relationship between the market for sale and purchase. The deal itself worked."

"Can I ask you a business partner?

"It's the Mountain Wind Chamber of Commerce. I also brought references from pedestrians"

"Hum..."

Oiva also knew the name of the Chamber of Commerce. It is a shop that does business properly. I don't want to try to feed a rare guest from the border. Then it would mean a crime of doomsday.

(Did you scratch me when I saw you weren't from town? When you put your eyes on a young woman...)

Considering the place together, two possibilities remained behind Oiva's brain: one among the nobles with a mansion in this town. He's a baron known for his colours. I hear that hand-folding wild flowers is a hobby, so if you see a village daughter walking defenselessly down the night lane, it's not strange to try a taste. The other is the parent who binds the fat around here. From the people dyeing their hands at human trafficking, it would be an easy prey such as a village girl with no ties to the town.

"I've got a few ideas."

"I won't say anything else. I would also like to thank you. Can't you tell me?

It's crisp and crisp, and it's not dependent. It's normal to assume that the killer can't help himself with a child no matter what kind of person he is. But Oiva thinks. Maybe this boy will do something about it.

(I'd like to see it, I might be careless with boulders... it sounds interesting)

I'm gonna look straight up. I'm gonna give it back to you with a nigga and a grin. It was Oiva.

"I don't care who sees me grab my village daughter on the night lane. There are two bastards in this neighborhood. Only one of them makes me scream. There was an Everian mercenary breakdown called Beltran. Follow the fat people in this neighborhood and do all kinds of bad things."

"Do you know where he is?

Ask without getting your hair in, so tonight's edge is going to be pretty flashy.

"Of course. There's a liquor store. I'll show you around."

"... Are you sure?

"Ahem?

"I appreciate your help, but it's gonna be a hassle, right?

While showing care, the boy's eyes are dwelling in a freaking light. Again, it's not a mistake to look at. This boy has something to fear. And it must be revealed ahead of the troubles this evening...... Oiva was aware that her nostrils had widened wide.

"Aren't you superior? There are a lot of Yamato people out there who do something. There's a reason you're a Beltran bastard."

"Do you have that parentage and faculty?

"A brave man was murdered that day at that place."

"On that battlefield, is it?"

"Oh. I mean, you don't have to worry. I'm the man who survived that death. In a way, you're stronger than a brave man!

I said a great deal without a pattern, and it was immediately illuminated Oiva, but I can't stand it because the boy looks so surprised. I was a little bit good at it, even though it was "no way" or "can you go". So I didn't realize. I missed it, I missed hearing it.

"Didn't you die with that... I heard great things"

It was never in anyone's eyes, that underscored three-day moon smile. Leaked blue flame. That's approval and engraving. On this night Oiva Otala was blinded by a brunette, blue-eyed boy. Whether that's a blessing or a curse would be a different judgment for people.

Later in life, when Marco can make a prestigious name for the continent with his military might, one of his hosts can confirm the name of Oiva Otala. nicknamed the Unyielding Fighting General, the Iron Wall Admiral, Sticky Mountain, etc., he will be known as the man who prefers the fierce battlefield and continues to stand in the most harsh position on the battlefield.

Whether that was what he wanted or not, this would also be where the debate divides. However, it seems certain that it was only this early winter night lane that provided that opportunity.

gossip.

Oiva ran down the street without noticing Bi Guang looking at herself shittily from behind. Already the town is the dominion of the night. Regardless of the street, there is a darkness in the back road that can't be seen there. Because the people who live in long houses spare little fuel. The condition is teasing somewhere and smells like mold.

Eventually the arrival of the tavern has the same roots. It is exposed to the night air without hiding the rough atmosphere. I feel like I'm stuck with that shitty impression of the store. The man standing in front of the store is no longer a customer. When the man saw the sword on his hips as chilling, Oiva breathed quietly.

"What, you... if you're not here to sell that kid, go home"

While showing some fright in Oiva's back length, the man has been so awesome. The pattern is bad, but I guess that's a job too. I took control of Oiva with my hand trying to answer, and Marco stepped forward.

"Please show me to my parents. We need to talk about the kidnapping of a woman."

"... ahh?

"I can't hear you, and I don't know. Ask Yamako no questions. I'll be right there."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Avoid the stretched arms sully and go inside. Fast. Oiva followed Marco by strangling a man with wings, surprised by his body. The store appears to be as rough as it looks. More than a dozen badly patterned men and several customer service ladies were turning their ears to the hustle and bustle of the stalled liquor platter as silence in Russia. I can tell by the fact that you're acting more like you're standing in the back and stretching your back, but you're paying attention to Marco.

"Call your parents. We need to talk about the kidnapping of a woman."

I get a voice that pays for the sake. A decent look circled the perimeter all the way, and it burst as a distorted burst of laughter. The inferior word flies with the rain. The man in Oiva's arms was also spitting and laughing again.

"I wonder which prince is out to fix the world?

One of the drunk men tried to grab Marco's root, but ended up empty-handed. On the contrary, we are already a few steps behind the store. Someone in progress stood up and tried to block it. I can't make it either. Fast. Proceed towards the back stairs without sullen and sound.

"Hey, hey, wait, Cora!

Perhaps there's a parent beltran upstairs. Oiva now perceived it. Stuck in front of the stairs, the two are the most physically fit and possessed of the men here. The sword seems to have been used as well. I guess it's an escort. The fact that the two men were positioned there taught Marco that Beltran was at the end of the stairs.

"Ugh!?" "Oops!?

Shortly after those two pulled out their swords, they screamed. Spray the blood from your face and melt. Marco went up the stairs with Stasta in that gap.

(What! What did you do!? I was just walking!?

He hastily tries to chase after him, but he didn't let the boulder bare a second intruder big man. Occasionally surrounded, but everyone, including Oiva herself, is not out of some confusion. I haven't been able to handle the wonders in front of me with my head.

"And for now... oh no!

It is Oiva who looks and wields the man he held on the stick. This was the second wonder for Oiva tonight. Humans aren't that light. Pressured by the force of roaring like a boom and a whip, Oiva reached the stairs without brawling.

"I just need to talk to you, so don't come after me. That's right!"

Man from the top of the stairs...... I don't know if my tears are salivating. Dirt my face with drool and throw down a guttering human. Screams, fury and destructive sounds occurred continuously.

"Thank you. Thank you for staying there."

It is Marco. If you look at it, you stand on Oiva's side, relative to someone at the end of the table. The lights are only one on the tabletop, much dimmer than downstairs. It's a beltran sitting at the end of an orange shaking light. The carved, deeply masculine face is roughly edged with an all-you-can-stretch beard and hair, and on either side of the wrinkle between the frowns like coagulation, the eyes that precipitate in the liquor are like stares.

(Green towel beltran...... still looks like nothing funny)

Oiva has several acquaintances with Beltran. None of that is a busy face-to-face way, but the worst of them would still be the first encounter. Time is seven years before now. The location is somewhat off the Asurian side of the plain of the border between the Kingdom of Asuria and the Eberian Empire. Around what is now known as the war-torn land of the brave.

Yes, we met as soldiers from opposing factions.

Oiva is a valiant, forthright military service blacksmith. Beltran was hired by the Eberian Imperial Army to destroy it. The situation was first hell for Oiva, and after General Salomon's arrival, it transformed into hell for Beltran. In the land of death, where the Reapers swung the sickle in great numbers, the two exchanged their swords.

At first, Oiva was about to be killed under the sword of Beltran, and at the end, Beltran was about to be killed under the sword of Oiva. Instead of settling down, they were forced to pick up raw for each of them in the midst of a mixed war.

"Throw money... it's the second time I've seen it"

Oiva gnawed at the words heavily spun from Beltran. Watch Beltran as he kicks down the man who tried to climb the stairs. Its right hand is wet on the liquor and ceramic shards adhere. Did you get intercepted before you tried to throw a liquor glass or bottle to find out?

(Throw money...... right, dark vessel!

A dark vessel is a concealed weapon, which is a generic term for a weapon that is secretly possessed and used by accidents. Oiva knew that small swords, iron needles, etc. would be used for that purpose. But I don't think it's a coin. As I solved the mystery of leaving the earlier escort, I thought of the laceration on the forehead of the man I had just kicked off, and was amazed at the power of it that the little child would unleash.

"I'll just ask again. Did your child kidnap his village daughter tonight?

Quiet voice. But every word of it carries the chill of a declaration of war. Oiva no longer wondered about that wonder with the sound of the battlefield on top of the child's voice.

(You can only see your back from here, but you must have those eyes, you must have)

Would he be angry if I told him I was here to see it? With that in mind, it's Oiva who keeps creating avalanches of people with repeated kicks. The herd under your eyes is no longer threatening enough. But it is depressing, so when I thought of breaking the stairs, the sound reached my ear.

"Ah... ugh... stupid..."

It's Beltran's voice. Look. But is that Beltran? Eyes, nostrils, mouths, unusually wide open. Or even an ear hole. He trembled and stretched out to try to hold his hands, his legs and hips peeling.

The figure is a serious figure in Beltran the Swordsman, a mercenary known as Awesome. It can't even be the parent beltran of a Yamato. Nobody knows the beltran... but Oiva knows the beltran. In that dead place... everyone. Everyone. He's an excellent dead place exposed to the wind of death, and the last beltran I saw is the sole.

No longer breathing constantly, the man's mouth chanted four sounds. Silence. There was nothing to make the air swing. So it didn't sound like Oiva. I couldn't even see it.

What did you see, Beltran? And what did I say? I can't peek at Oiva.

The four sounds represented a person's name.