Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo! / Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo! Chapter 7
The fragrance of flowers is drifting around gently caressing the cheeks. If you take a look, a sea of tulle flowers, being in full blossom in various shining colours such as pink, white and red, is forming partitions of weeds on the fences. That beauty makes you sense the vigour of spring and the signs of summer drawing near. As it had been a while since he saw such scenery, he unintentionally voiced it out.
“It’s a nice village. The land is brimming with energy.” This translation is owned by Infinite Novel Translations
The youth, saying this while smiling, had a refined appearance riding on top of the horse’s back. However, underneath the blue cloak he wore an armour and a sword was affixed to his hips. And, a long-handled spear was tied at the back of the saddle making his apprenticeship and ability as military man apparent. The bearer is loaded with combat-like articles.
He moves while profoundly gazing at the scenery of the village. Several people ran in a hurry towards him. I guess it’s the village headman and the others going by their attires. The youth however, who assumed such guess, awaited the men without even dismounting from the horse.
“Having journeyed all the way here, please be welcome to Kikomaru. I’m the village headman, Herman.” (Herman)
“I see. I’m Axely Anel (T/N: Akseri Aneru), First Lieutenant of Helrevi’s territorial army. Thanks for going as far as coming to meet me.” (Axely)
Throwing discerning looks at each other, Axely raised a voice of astonishment within his mind.He is tough. The healthy body, albeit reaching the limits of being middle-aged, is indeed that of a farmer, but I can sense a tenaciousness that one ought to call the framework of the soul within the strong scent of soil. Is it maybe pride? Or is it rather conceit?’
Even while praising them, he doesn’t breath a word about it. Axely looked at the village headman’s group with a glare. Despite them being confused about his attitude of not dismounting no matter what, one of the villagers comes forward offering to take the horse’s bit. Nodding generously, Axely jolted the sword belt at his waist ostentatiously. With a clank it springs back into its previous state. The whole action is for the sake of observing the village men’s reactions.
“… Will First Lieutenant-dono please join us at dinner this evening?” (Herman)
Even while the village headman’s shoulder slightly stiffened, his eyes didn’t show anything like trepidation or such. I guess he has no knowledge of military arts going by they way of taking distance and the level of his centre of gravity, he is able to surmise. Even so, the point of his posture not breaking is as Axely has expected. If you read this anwhere else but at Inifinte Novel Translations, you are supporting thieves
“I’m planning to stay for around 3 days to investigate the village. Although something like hospitality is unnecessary, I would be glad if you could serve me some sake.” (Axely)
“Well then, please allow me the favour of receiving you at my humble home. Will you require a guide?” (Herman)
“You have my thanks. As for the guide, I shall rely on you from tomorrow onwards. For today I have planned to have a look around with nothing but my own eyes. I will listen to village headman-dono’s story after dinner.” (Axely)
As soon as he said this, Axely nimbly dismounted. Entrusting the horse and his luggage to the villagers, he began to walk just as he had said he would. It’s not like he will blame them for following him either. This investigation is a formal duty assigned by royalty.
For around 2 years this place has been a large ice field with strong winds cutting through it. The cold-weather damage rampaged extensively in the northern part of the Asuria Kingdom. Dense miasma was mixed into the wind only weakening the capability of the soil to produce anything. As end result it caused even difficulties in procuring fodder as well as crop failure. Although the large-scaled animal husbandry and the warhorses were preserved, small to medium villages were in a state of being unable to bring their livestock through the winter. The price for meat hit rock bottom temporarily just to continue rising steeply after that.
(It is the irony of a horse production area that even the bandit’s horses are excellent. Their mobility is first-class.) (Axely)
(Cowardice… isn’t it? If someone tells me that, I won’t have any words to refute either. It’s because of my indifference toward foolhardiness. And it’s also a fact that I memorized the terror about the bandit’s vigour’s strength. It’s deeply embedded. There are no words to retaliate about that.) (Axely)
In the end, the current state is him being a gofer with the duty of patrolling the borderland… an improper, misfortune post if it’s done by someone with the rank of First Lieutenant in the territorial army. However Axely willingly fills the role. Rather he was even enjoying it.
“… Compared to the stagnating lake, there is only fresh wind and water streaming around here.” (Axely)
There isn’t a single deserted house within the village to be found. Every family is keeping a Cicero bird. It seems there are even dyed articles mixed amongst the laundry drying in the sun. Axely was surprised seeing the appearance of the women… raising their hands as if to cover their mouths, their toes are smoothly put in order and their fingers haven’t developed cracks either.
The cheers of children could be heard from the other side, blocked by the buildings. Axely, who went that way, stood stock still watching a scene he didn’t anticipate there at all.
Approximately 20 boys and girls are cheerfully playing separated into several groups, but the details of the games are different from any child play Axely knows about. And yet they have a charm that ends up attracting her gaze either way. Axely, who pondered about the reason it couldn’t be called mere child’s play, discovered the meaning and intention hidden within those games.
(There isn’t any trick to that. In order to toss it far away, the skill is to figure out the speed of the stick’s point… the stick’s point, it is!?) (Axely)
Also, there are certain children playing by chasing one another, but even so they are competing in an unknown way. Several of them separate in the same number at a time. They are mutually running in order to touch the back of their opponents. It’s a game where a child, that has its back touched, drops out. In this case isolation means defeat. No matter what formation the team uses, the key to victory is to break the formation of the opponents. It had an aspect of strategy awakening their creative originality.
And last is the apparently youngest group. It looks like the remaining children, who have even difficulty in running, are humoured by a single boy, but at the time he saw this, Axely spontaneously raised a groan. No matter how many innocent limbs try to touch the boy while laughing and cackling… they crowded him with unforeseen movements and the clumsiness characteristic to very small children, but the boy is smoothly and elegantly avoiding them. With a paper-thin margin. The children, intending to touch him, mysteriously can’t touch him. Laughing all the more, they extend their arms.
While the small children seemingly raise their voices in happiness, they keep swarming the boy. They have become engrossed in trying to touch him. The boy also floats a smile. While dodging and turning around, they can’t touch him at all. The boy’s black hair is swaying and rustling. It’s completely similar to the dancing of fairies and an angel… feeling this, Axely fixed his eyes upon him.
“And, what kind of business does First Lieutenant-dono have with me?” (Marco)
“No… it’s not to the degree of calling it a business.” (Axely)
Axely felt overpowered by the blue eyes straightforwardly gazing at him. In a place underneath a grove of trees with a carpet of flowers spreading, it was pleasant for two people to sit side-by-side.
It’s obvious that this boy is different from others. It’s not because of his neat personal appearance. It’s not because of him learning remarkable defensive body movement. It was the gaze of the boy which inevitably weighed on Axely’s mind. Even though he has features to the degree of an angel, only his gaze is emitting an uncomfortable feeling of power.
Having a feeling to deeply and profoundly inhale, Axely set his gaze free towards the fields. The Mekon wheat, sown in spring, is growing thickly and spreading emerald leaves. The wheat’s head hasn’t quite budded yet, but you can expect the harvest in fall by the vigorous waves of leaves swaying in the wind. It’s not a scenery you can observe in any kind of village either.
“I’ve heard that you… that Marco-kun is 8 years old, but what kind of place is this village in your eyes?” (Axely)
Axely said and frowned. I definitely tried to connect my words since anything is fine, but nevertheless this isn’t much of a question, she thought. Although he is the village headman’s son, he is an 8 years old child. His gaze is certainly mysterious, but what commenting can he do towards the village which is his whole world as far as he is concerned? Since there is no sign of him knowing something like a place to compare with, he won’t debate whether the village is good or bad either.
“This is a nice village.” (Marco)
I asked a thoughtless question thus he could only answer in this way, Axely contemplated, but the following words were something surpassing that his imagination. Read this at the blog of Infinite Novel Translations
“There is sturdy raised livestock. Look, the shepherd is visiting to see state of affairs in a hurry.” (Marco)
Bitterly and bluntly saying this and even showing a smile, Axely’s eyes opened widely. It’s only being himself that is reflected within the eyes of the boy. Even though he is about to comprehend the meaning, he isn’t able to answer anything right away. Recovering his breath, he also opens his mouth after swallowing down the saliva with a gulp. A big part of that came from his pride.
“… Livestock, eh? I wonder what kind of beast is the shepherd?” (Axely)
“It seems to be a beast with with intellect and desire. Although only 10 years have passed since transferring the livestock, well… he is raising them fairly well. Although he is failing in the recent years.” (Marco)
“Failing… what happened?” (Axely)
“It keeps taking place. Isn’t it because new beasts are invading his turf?” (Marco)
Axely once again swallowed down his saliva with a gulp. It might be uncouth, but it was something he suppressed to the minimum. He corresponded to the level demonstrated by the boy… it was curiosity that gushed forth after barely keeping his personal dignity.
There is a single divination Axely knows of. It’s a something called a child divination. At the time when an era stirs, there is something called an oracle seeing an omen within the silly singing and actions of children playing. It is considered that god will speak through their pure hearts. Am I not experiencing such miracle… ? Axely was captured by the now inversely persuasive power of the uncomfortable feeling from before.
“I wonder if the old beast can’t win against the new beasts?” (Axely)
“Yes. If its bleeding continues or possibly if a incredible replacement becomes the head, it might be possible.” (Marco)
“Why can’t it win?” (Axely)
“It’s because it is looking ahead while making light of the flies.” (Marco)
“Can it win if it turns around?” (Axely)
“If it intends to give them one foot as well.” (Marco)
“… Are they beasts of such degree?” (Axely)
“The old beast’s body has fallen ill for no more than 2 years. It sheds blood. Smoke can be also seen in front. It’s in a state of not brandishing its fangs adequately.” (Marco)
Axely groans to each and every point indicated obviously showing immediate results. It turned into a feeling as if he is overlooking the whole area of the Helrevi earldom before I noticed. Being prudent even at the time I was leading an unit, I pretended to not see the faults of the territorial government… he was thinking about that sitting in a corner of the village he had been relegated to.
“… I wonder what the sturdy livestock will do?” (Axely)
Axely had already partly forgotten about his duty at the time he asked this. Without the intonation of demanding an answer in his tone, he even had a presence as if he cut loose his anxiety instead. However, the boy’s reply again exceeded Axely’s prediction.
“For the time being they would look for a pretext to invite the shepherd. Beyond fulfilling the obligation of paying a tribute, they have the right to be protected from wolves. Although their resolution will become somewhat constrained, well, please pay attention to protection and you should not forget that a pioneer village is acquainted sufficiently with pioneer villages, First Lieutenant-dono” (Marco)
Axely let out a laughter.