Sleepyhead Sees You From 100 Days Ago 63

Chapter 63 – Chapter 3: Apple and Short Sword – 2

It rained for two days.

Deseo had frequent showers.

So even when the sky was sunny, I couldn’t hang the laundry outside.

If it rained, I couldn’t go out, so I stayed at the hotel.

On the other hand, Uncle Po Sao continued to wander outside, looking for his business products.

Looking at him like this, he is a much more diligent person than you might think.

The problem is… It’s just that self-care is endlessly annoying.

Today again, I caught him wearing his clothes backwards and tried to go out, straightened his clothes, and touched his hair.

When he was left alone in the dorm, he cleaned and organized.
Washing and organizing the clothes thrown away by the man has now become a normal routine.

The inn manager said that thanks to me, my troubles had been reduced, and he willingly provided me with cleaning supplies.

But maybe I finished the work too quickly.

There is a lot of time left.

I was bored and wanted to get some fresh air, so I borrowed a raincoat from the manager and went outside.

He walked around the streets and bought groceries.

“Um, is this good?”

Until now, we have either eaten at inns, eaten at restaurants, or bought food.

It’s simple, but the downside is that it’s expensive.

I couldn’t even eat what I wanted.

Thus! Just for today, I wanted to get my own ingredients and ‘cook’.

I also received permission from the inn owner to use the kitchen.

“Hmph- hmm-♪”

I walked around the grocery store and had fun choosing vegetables.

The menu is my specialty, stir-fried vegetable eggs.

Even Aunt Sherry, who is a picky eater, admits that it’s delicious, so I’m sure Uncle Posao will like it too.

I was on my way back home after purchasing ingredients cheaply for around 20 silver.

“Where are you running!”

A disturbing sound was heard from the back alley.

“… ?”

It was hard to hear over the rain, but it sounded like someone fighting.

It was common in Deseo because there were so many vagrants.

The guards didn’t think anything of it, so they just ignored it and tried to pass by.

But.

“Go back, you pig!”

“How dare you touch our things?”

Why?

As soon as I heard that, I turned my head towards that place.

It was visible.

The person who is surrounded and beaten by people…

It was Uncle Posao.

Crouching down, hugging something tightly to his chest.

I was being kicked and kicked by vagabonds.

Tuk.

I dropped the shopping cart I was holding on the ground.

“Ah…”

Blood spurted out.

I don’t even know how it ran.

In an instant, he ran into the back alley and raised his fist.

One guy looked back.

“Huh? What…”

Poop!

I got hit in the face.

The man’s head turned, and he fell to the floor.

“What is this, bitch?!”

“Fuck!”

Another man nearby ran in.

Whiik-.

Quickly lower your head to avoid.

He lifted his left fist and knocked his jaw off.

Puck!

The man fell backwards with a dull sound.

As two people fell down in an instant, the tramps were embarrassed and retreated.

“Uh… ?”

“Hey… Know! That bitch! … Girl prosecutor!”

“Run away!”

Those who were scared ran away.

Shoot-.

In the pouring rain.

I helped up Mr. Posao who had fallen on the floor.

“Mister!”

The man’s hands were shaking.
His clothes were torn by being stepped on, and his hands and face were full of wounds.
Nevertheless, the man was smiling like an idiot.

“I am… Okay, it’s okay…”

“It’s not okay at all!”

“Well, this is more…”

The man took out something he was holding in his arms.

“This…”

It was Rose Sabel.

My mother’s keepsake that I lost.

I couldn’t believe it, so I wiped my eyes several times.

Without any damage at all, retaining its original appearance.

It was in the uncle’s hand.

“How could this… Are you looking for it?”

“Well, I was walking around the hardware store… These men know what they have…”

“Did you go out alone to find this sword?”

“Huh…”

I was handed a sword.

It’s real.

This shortsword was the only one that felt familiar in my hand.

You really came back.

My eyes grew hot.

Tang-!

I dropped the sword on the floor.

“T, Tia?”

And then I hugged the shoulder of the man who had a surprised face.

“Don’t do that…” .”

“No-?”

“Because of me… There’s no need to go this far…”

I’m happy to have Rose Sabel back.

I am so happy that tears come out.

But…

I hate it more when you get hurt.

“Tia…”

I headed to the inn with Uncle Posao.

Shootaaaaa-!!

The rain became more intense.

We entered the accommodation drenched.

The man gave up on saying he was fine and asked the manager to call a doctor.

As a result of the examination, fortunately, there were no major injuries.

The end is a minor bruise. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“From next time you go somewhere, tell me. Definitely.”

“Ah Okay…”

I created ‘rules of conduct’ and told them to him.

First, when you go somewhere, tell each other about your destination in detail.

Two, if possible, make sure to move together.

Third, return to your accommodation immediately after finishing work.

Even though I made these detailed rules, my anxiety didn’t go away.

In the end, it was decided to take special measures.

Sereung-!

He handed me the blunt-edged shortsword he used in the arena.

Uncle Posao looked surprised.

“Well, the sword… Swing it? Me?”

“Yes. “Try to catch it.”

The man hesitated and lifted the knife.

Since the big man was holding a short sword, it looked like he was holding a toy sword.

Considering my physique, a slightly larger knife would be better.

Since you are a completely untrained beginner, it would be more effective to start small.

And rather than really teaching swordsmanship, I planned to only teach it for ‘self-defense’.

“Like this.”

“Like this?”

“No. Raise your arms a little higher, higher.”

“Off…”

A painful groan came out as if the posture was uncomfortable.

It seemed like it was harder than other people because I didn’t have any strength in my arms.

“Huh-huh-huh, it’s hard…”

I only swung the sword a few times, and the man lay down helpless.

I sigh.

… Well, there’s nothing we can do.

“Great. Uncle, then let’s just learn this one thing. “I just learned this and used it.”

“Huh?”

“It’s called ‘Counter’! It is one of the techniques to counterattack an opponent’s attack. “You can suppress it effectively with the least amount of effort.”

First, I showed a demonstration.

The moment the enemy attacks, with the sword in front of you.

The blades become entangled, leading to a stalemate.

Then, quickly take a step and make the opponent lose his/her balance.

If an enemy falls to the floor, attack them and subdue them.

It was a simple sword technique that used the opponent’s strength to counterattack.

Of course, there are many technologies derived from this… This seemed to be just the right amount for him, no more, no less.

Since it weighs a lot, it will be easy to subdue your opponent.

“Now, wake up. “Don’t think about it until you do it perfectly.”

“Uuuuu…”

Intense practice begins at the dorm.

I sat on the bed and gave advice, while Uncle Posao clumsily swung his sword.

The more I looked, the more I realized that this man had nothing to do with swordsmanship.

Basically, you have to be agile to beat your opponent, but his movements were so slow that it felt like he was performing an arcane dance.

Still, if I could somehow learn just this one skill.

I’ll be able to deal with all the junk in the back alleys on my own.

Certainly… I was thinking of making it like that.

“It’s slow. “One more time!”

“Naaah-!”

Training lasted all night.

* * *

I opened my eyes to the warm sunlight.

It was already midday.

“Ugh…”

When I came to my senses, what was this?

I was lying on the bed with my clothes on, and Uncle Posao was lying on the floor with his arms and legs stretched out like a wet rag.

I remembered when I saw the practice sword leaning against the wall.

That’s right. Yesterday, I taught him swordsmanship until late in the morning.

I kept pushing him without letting him sleep, but I think I fell asleep first from exhaustion.

Really. This is my first time seeing someone so untalented.

It’s such a terrible talent that if it were someone else, I would have given up a long time ago.

… Because he was a Posao man, I couldn’t give up.

Later, when I return to Brisden, you will be alone again.

Also, I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t get beaten up by the bullies and die.

So it’s time to start training again!

I woke up the man who was lying on the ground.

“Mister. Wake up. “I have to train.”

After shaking him roughly a few times, he immediately opened his eyes.

But, as if he didn’t have the strength to respond, he let his arms go limp again.

“Drurrrr-.”

It was no use.

As soon as I woke up, I fell asleep again.

Is it because I suddenly trained too intensely? The man couldn’t come to his senses at all.

Ugh- I guess I should have taken a little more time?

Is there any way to cheer him up?

Since I trained hard all night long, an appropriate reward would be…

“Cooking?”

I immediately borrowed the inn’s kitchen and started cooking.

It was fun to cook after a long time.

Skillfully drizzle the oil, sprinkle some pepper on the vegetables, and gently cook the eggs… Completed!

The waiter also smelled it and drooled, saying it was his first time seeing stir-fried eggs like this.

I returned to the room with the finished vegetable and egg stir-fry.

“Mister. How long will she lie down?”

“Ugh…”

“You have to eat something. Wake up quickly.”

I grabbed his legs to force him up.
By the way.

“… ?”

The man’s groin was bulging.

It wasn’t because my pants were folded.

As if a thick stick was placed between the legs.

Something that felt foreign was pushing up my pants.

Wait for a sec. This can’t be… ?

“Off-.”

Uncle Posao came to his senses and barely got up.

“… !”

She quickly turned her head.

My heart is pounding rapidly.

The scene I saw earlier did not disappear as if it were engraved in my eyes.

I had seen it at Rotten Barn.

When the man jumped out of the bathtub naked, that ugly object hanging between his legs.

I was so out of it at that time that I didn’t even have time to be shocked.

He didn’t particularly want to remember it, so he quickly forgot it.

But now.

As soon as I saw that shape rising between the pants dance, the blurry memories of that time came back to me clearly.

… I can’t believe it.

That is… Is it a man’s ‘genital organ’?

The penis of the man I saw at Rotten Barn was shriveled and hanging down listlessly, like a burst water bag.

But just now, it had swelled to an unbelievable size and was about to burst through my pants.

Can a penis get that big?

Even though I was young, I remember that I wasn’t this big when I took a bath with Ritz…

‘That’ is almost… It’s comparable to the genitals of a pig, right?

“T, Tia?”

“Yes-?!”

I was so startled that I unconsciously hunched my shoulders.

The man smiled brightly while eating my cooking.

“Really drink this, drink it…” “Nuh-hi-hi.”

“Ahaha… “I’m glad you like it.”

“The best. “Tia is good at cooking too.”

After looking at the face of the man eating ravenously, I slowly lowered my eyes again.

Uncle Posao’s big pants were back to normal as if they had never been like that.

“…”

I shook my head.

Why am I doing this!

“Ah, okay, let’s eat quickly! “I have to train!”

“Ugh-?!”

The man hurriedly emptied the bowl without knowing why.