CH 27

Chapter 27: [Introduction] Hinami – 13 Years Old

Name: Hinami Kusunoki.

Age: Thirteen.

Lv. 1

HP 30/30

MP 45/45

ATK 10

DEF 10

AGI 13

AMG 20

LUCK 50

Skills:

God’s Miniature Garden

Rhapsody of Light

Angel’s Voice (Sanctuary)

Titles:

Divine Protection of Ligris

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Wow!

“Kueeee?!”

Jesus Christ.　A game of chicken!

As I was collecting kosher leaves in the garden, I was attacked from behind by roosters.

Two birds and a chick came towards me, wanting attention. The two chickens had met in the forest, and before I knew it, their eggs had hatched a chick. It’s so small and cute…!　Its parents were a white rooster and a brown hen. I wonder what color this chick is going to be when it grows up…?　I’m looking forward to it.

At first, I tried to feed him like I would any other chicken. I tried to feed him vegetables, but he didn’t seem to like them, and now he’s been finding grass and medicinal plants to snack on in the garden, on his own. Well, at least he’s eating. You could just eat your veggies normally… but maybe you prefer it this way.

I’ll play with you!　Just let me collect the kosher leaves!

The white rooster, who was the most energetic, wouldn’t stop assaulting me. Hey, hey, it hurts like a sore thumb…!

I’m happy that the house is bustling with activity, I guess I enjoy their attention-seeking behavior for some reason.

And besides, I can get eggs. I’m very happy with how the dining room table is so lively and has more to offer now.

I can’t wait to finish gathering the kosher leaves so I can play with the chickens.

Look, look, look this way!

“Kueee!”

The most common games I play with them are running and exercising.

They are rushing towards me, so I run away. It’s like a game of tag. This is where the character of the chickens comes into play. The father is easy to avoid because he just rushes straight at me, but the brownish mother chicken will change directions rapidly. I have to hurry when she turns suddenly. Perhaps, if I were to get caught, it would be by the mother hen. Or, it would be by a coordinated play between the couple.

They’ve even developed a technique where the mother feints and the father lunges at her, and I was caught in the act yesterday.

Hmmm, wild chickens are so different from domestic ones.

Oh, by the way, that’s right! Today’s exchange diary should be about chickens!

I’m looking forward to exchanging the diary with God and playing with the chickens until the sun goes down.