My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

Date of selection.

It's the ritual day of adulthood.

In this world there is something called "material nourishment".

People are always born with some kind of "nourishment".

Talent, in other words, may be easy to understand.

There are so many "qualities" in this world that cannot be counted, but today is the day to confirm it.

The best hit is "witchcraft."

A spear by a sword can be worked out without "material training".

Because there are large parts that can be cultivated and nurtured with effort, even without talent.

But "witchcraft" is not the only thing I can do.

To be clear, because magic cannot be used without "magical qualities".

There are very few magicians who possess "witchcraft skills" … so they can be placed in highly paid and advantageous positions.

I believe the aspect of this selection day is to find a child with "witchcraft skills".

Or "the only species", more rare than "witchcraft".

I think he was a "brave man" or a "hero," but, well, it's not about this country.

"To line up in a row"

I'm not in line enough, though.

Soldiers from the city are serious.

The only "selection day" this year in the village of Albato is me, my friend Nabal and three older Chelons.

The fifteen-year-old is considered an adult for the first time on this "day of selection".

However, in the case of our village, there are few children.

So if you come to "select", only if you have at least three children who undergo rituals a year. Otherwise, we'll have to wait for the opportunity to go from ourselves to the city or to the year when we're three or more. Sharon postponed it by a year.

For once, it is a national duty, so every born adult in this country should have this "selection".

The village chief stood next to him, mainly the two soldiers who came to the village square.

A drunken adult on a feast labeled Adult Celebration and a little kid on a culinary goal are watching us as we grow up now.

- I don't really like to stand out, and I want you to get it done fast.

I know you have a gender, but I'm worried about the gaze you can turn on me from the others. That's the vast majority...

Well, it would be the first and last time in my life to get so much attention.

I want to finish the ritual early, eat and sleep, and return to a secluded and inconspicuous life that starts again tomorrow.

"Hey, Ayle."

As the village chief talks for a long time about the significance of being an adult or what it means to be an adult, the naval beside him whispers.

"I'm better than a horn. I'm better than a horn."

Horn.

Sister.

"Good luck."

That's all I'm saying, so I'll tell you that. I don't even think you can handle it if you hang in there.

"Horn, what are you doing now?

I've even spoken to Sheron. Apparently I wasn't the only one bored. That's right. The story of our village chief is long in vain. Because the thought of hanging on to a speech like this is empty.

"Come on, I think he's coming to Wangdu."

My sister Horn drew a rare "qualities": "Dark Hunter Warrior" at a selection ceremony two years ago.

They are suitable for warriors who are born with holy blessings and who are resistant to evil things......

"Maternity" is only a talent story. It depends on the person.

It was a rare "cultivation", like the first time I heard it in the village.

A child of such rare "qualities" will be taken by the soldiers present at the selection and headed to the King's Capital.

I greet the great man of the castle straight away and... well, if it's going to be a use, he's going to feel like he's going to be hired at the castle.

Horn hasn't returned since he went to King's Capital two years ago.

Sometimes letters arrive that say he doesn't work in a castle, but he's an adventurer, whatever he hires.

My sister is the opposite of me, active, conspicuous, energetic. Too well. She's so healthy and annoying.

All the adults who watched horns like that rumored that "horns would not be satisfied in such a small village".

I thought so, too.

My sister, I think, is a big enough vessel, perhaps, that even this country feels narrow. I knew I wouldn't be fit for anything like working in a castle.

"Sheron in the village of Albato! Previous!"

"Oh, yes!

Soon the village chief's story was over and the selection finally started.

First the Sheron of the village of Albato is called and leads forward.

"Hands."

What the soldier holds is a chunk of un-polished crystal. Big as an adult's head.

A stone of choice.

By putting your hands on it, the letters of qualities appear in the back of the crystal.

How many times have I seen this sight?

I've seen the kids playing with me grow up like this.

That's the order in which I finally grew up, too.

Nabal seems to expect a lot from attracting "qualities" as rare as his sister's.

Because I always said I wanted to get out of such a small, boring village.

I don't care.

Whatever comes out, I think I'll live as a hunter.

I've done enough work to beat adults already, and the meat from the prey is good. It's a good idea to do a job that you can do alone and in detail.

I'm going to be the hunter of this village instead of my master, who will eventually retire from the hunter.

I think my sister will be an amazing person whether she doesn't want it or not, but my brother wants to live in this many villages without being seen.

Hopefully we can find some useful "qualities" for hunters at best.

Sheron was found "nursing material".

Nurbal was found "woody material".

"Due diligence..."

"Not funny at all..."

Sheron's mother is a pharmacist, and Nabal's father is a woodcutter. If you think you're inheriting "parental material," it's reasonable, and you know it's too reasonable and uninteresting.

But "qualitative" is such a thing.

Anyway, I think I inherit my father's "cook there" or my mother's "monstrous peasant" and pull an interesting or irrelevant "cultivation". My sister, it's me, it's a mutation.

"Ayle in the village of Albato! Previous!"

Disappointment. Side by side. It's my turn at the end.

For this day, my master set up a fine black goat. That one is absolutely good. I'm the only one having fun today.

Let's get rid of the cumbersome ritual.

"-Me, ga, ne...? Glasses, or...?

Two soldiers staring into each other and the village chief.

Crystals that remain raw stones have poor prospects, thanks to their bumpy, snoring shapes.

But the letters that surfaced deep in the stone, they did, in my eyes, read that way.

Me, ga, ne.

glasses, and.

... "Materiality" is "glasses".