[comprehensive] wild sun

"Look, grandpa! There is a young lady on the altar!"

The brown-eyed blond boy pulled the old man's sleeves and pulled him to the altar, pointing to a white man curled up on the ground in the middle of the altar.

"..."

The elder reassured the boy, but remained wary of the man.

It was a child who appeared suddenly, about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a white suspender skirt, with dirty white hair.Her hands clenched tightly, twitching non-stop.

"It's an older sister!" the boy cried.

"Well, it looks like it is, Kurapika." The elder patted his head, "She seems tired, can you take her home and take care of her first? Bring her to me when she wakes up."

"Well! Leave it to me!"

The boy ran over and tried to pick up the girl "hey hey hey".

The girl didn't seem to be very comfortable with the knock, she opened her eyes in a daze, revealing scarlet pupils, raised her head in a daze, and fell into a coma again.

The elder's pupils contracted slightly, the boy carried the girl away and the girl still stopped there.

After a long time, he murmured: "God..."

Kurapika returned to the room and carefully put her on the bed, tested the temperature of her forehead, but withdrew his hand.

"It's so cold..." He was a little startled, and immediately reacted to grab her hand. After feeling the same cold temperature, he immediately went to boil water, and prepared a basin and towel.

Covering the girl with a quilt, Kurapika waited for the water to boil, then wet a towel and placed it on her forehead.

Although I don't think it should be a fever, it's better to deal with it.

This temperature is too worrying.

Kurapika was lying on the edge of the bed, blinking his beautiful and clear eyes.

He had never been out of Kuruta's village, and he had never seen anyone other than blond.The people in the village are all made out of the same mold, and they all wear the national uniform with the main color blue, which makes this person look unique.

Her hair is white, her dress is white, even her eyelashes are white.

Kurapika felt that if this young lady had long hair, she might look much better.Although short hair is also very beautiful, it makes her too masculine.

...but why is it in the middle of the altar?

Kurapika braced himself, still confused.

But now this elder sister is probably sick, and she has to take good care of her before asking.

......

Kurapika rubbed his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and hissed softly before moving his sore arms, sitting up and recalling what happened yesterday.

The quilt on the bed in front of him had been folded, and the girl was nowhere to be seen, so he woke up immediately, and opened the door of the house without washing to look for the white figure.

Pushing open the door, the sun broke into the house, and he froze.

The girl was sitting on a small bench in front of the house, with a few white pigeons resting on her body.A white dove was on her shoulder, rubbing her cheek affectionately.

She scratched the white dove's feathers, and the white dove fluttered a few times and flew away.

She paused, turned her head, and looked at Kurapika: "Are you awake?"

"Um... ah..." Kurapika was about to answer yes, but something was wrong, and the position of the question seemed to be reversed, "Well, sister, when did you... ...?"

His cheeks were slightly reddened by Ye Sun's question before.

"Just woke up, come out to breathe." Ye Sun lowered his eyes.

Only then did Kurapika notice that her eyes were also red.

He was used to seeing the red eyes of the adults in the clan from time to time, so he should have taken it for granted, but these eyes were different, giving him an... indescribable feeling.

With his poor vocabulary, he can only say that he feels a little depressed.

It wasn't good to ask her why she was there right after waking up, Kurapika suppressed the curiosity in his heart and sat next to her.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Although such care is not necessary, Ye Sun thanked softly, "Can you tell me where this is?"

"It's the Kuruta tribe!" Kurapika smiled brightly.

"..." means nothing.

Ye Sun didn't intend to ask any more questions, but just sat there, looking at the sun that had just risen.

The sky is blue, and a few pieces of orange are scattered in the sky, and the range is gradually expanding.

"Sister, what's your name?" Kurapika asked, "I'm Kurapika."

Hearing the word "name", Nozai's fingers twitched slightly.

After a long silence, she spoke:

"...Just call me Jiuye."

Kurapika always felt that the young lady named Kuno looked very sad.

Something bad must have happened.

"Sister, since you're awake, let's go find the elder!" Kurapika stood up and took her hand, "My sister must be sick, it's better to let the elder take a look."

"..."

Ye Sun was dragged by him through the village, and many people greeted the boy along the way.

The last time...no, it seemed to be the same when it was in Konoha.That elder should be a person of similar status to Hokage, but this village is not as big as Konoha.

There is only one ethnic group.

Like Hinata.

The elder Kurapika was talking about was a gray-haired old man with wrinkles on his face.Kurapika jumped up and hugged him, and he lifted him cheerfully.

"My sister woke up, so I brought her here." Kurapika said with a chuckle, "Grandfather, please help her! My sister is sick!"

"I will." He put him down and said, "You go home first."

"Huh?" Kurapika was taken aback, "But..."

Judging by the elder's expression, something seemed to be wrong.

Confused, Kurapika obediently left his house, making a face at him as he closed the door.

"..."

Ye Sun sat on the wooden bench and watched the old man quietly.

It was the same as back then, and he must have asked why he appeared there, or what was his purpose, his name, and where he came from.

But the old man asked nothing.

He just looked at Ye Sun's eyes carefully, and then stretched out his hand.Rough, slightly scarred hands inserted into Ye Sun's hair, and carefully brushed aside his bangs.

"...?" Ye Sun tilted his head in confusion.

"God..." The old man's voice trembled, "Thank you..."

Ye Sun couldn't understand.

A devout look appeared on his face, and he said something over and over again.

"An angel." He said with a trembling voice, "Why are you mourning?"

"..."

Ye Sun didn't understand what was in him that made him regard himself as a so-called envoy of God.

Just... why sad?

Knocking his eyes slightly, Ye Sun pulled away the old man's hand.

"Why the pain?"

He continued.

"Because I was not called." She whispered, "Because he never heard my voice."

"...will hear." The old man said, "God, will hear."

They don't know the gods they believe in.

...But she did receive a sincere blessing.

The author has something to say:

The oracle will explain what is going on leaving the hunter.

Not very used to everyday emmmmm

In the next chapter, the Kuluta tribe is going to... um.