[Hunter] Canaan

Canaan couldn't understand Kate's words, and Kate couldn't understand what Canaan was saying, so for a long time, they could only communicate with each other by pointing fingers and drawing pictures.

"I said..." pointing to himself.

"Your." Pointing to Canaan.

"Food." A bread was drawn on the ground.

"Yourself." Pointing again to Canaan who was expressionless and confused.

"Go find it." With two fingers, he made a movement of going out.

As for how much the other party can understand, Kate is not sure at all.Even though Canaan's body is very thin compared to his current self growing up in the slums, if he goes out to find food by himself, it may be difficult to get it, but——I picked her up by myself... There is no reason to continue to raise her up.

He can't even support himself.

The color of rejection, the color of entanglement.Canaan hugged his knees and stared at him.Well, you can't just eat without working, that's what he meant just now, right?Thinking of this, she stood up and walked towards the exit of the shelter without saying a word. She couldn't understand what Kate was talking about at all, and all the previous communication used pictures and gesticulation.If there is anything to say, there is probably the emotional color she can feel in Kate.

Watching the expressionless girl go out, "Tsk..." Kate knelt down and touched the head of her animal companion, feeling a little distressed.

No, in this situation, I really don't have the extra energy to take care of other people.She looks so thin and thin, probably she won't be able to run away very fast.

Just let that girl go out like this, she will die.

……

There are nasty colors everywhere. Canaan is like a fish swimming in a torrent full of protruding rocks in the dirty and messy streets of the slums. Finding food here is easy and simple for her, but it is difficult. It's not that difficult either.The biggest problem was that she couldn't understand what those people were saying.

But at least she could feel colour.She instinctively knew that as long as she chased the blue, there would be enemies, but she didn't come here to deal with the enemies.

What she was looking for was something to eat.

As long as the timing is right, you should be able to grab the bread from those people.The red radiance is slowly accumulating seriously—at this time, all you need to do is concentrate.

Canaan picked up a small stone and stared at the man in front of him who was holding a piece of bread, which was enough for her to eat for a day.Just when the man relaxed, closed his eyes and took a bite of the bread, there was a sharp pain in his temple, and his whole body was blinded by the unexpected blow, and then his abdomen was hit by a heavy object.The bread dropped from his hands and fell to the ground, a blurry figure flashed in front of his eyes, and sand was sprinkled in his eyes.

When dealing with an opponent who is physically stronger than oneself, it is important to be unprepared-this seems to be something that has been instilled in the mind by nature, and Canaan knows the iron rules of the battle well.

This time the man who was robbed of his food could not open his eyes at all, shouting in a language that Canaan could not understand, his body was burning with the blue color of anger and hostility, there was more than one person, there were two of the same color, Canaan Holding the bread in his arms tightly, he ran wildly amidst the loud yells that the other party couldn't understand.

Although she is flexible, she is still young after all, and her footsteps are definitely not as good as that of adult men, so she chooses some tricky angles and positions that adults can't get in to escape.

Those people were still yelling in a language she couldn't understand, but the blue was burning for a long time.

Along with the blue, there is a light gold somewhere that seems to be following and observing.

That person is looking at himself.

As long as she concentrates, she can distinguish the distance visually, feel the position with the sense of smell, and analyze the flow of air with the sense of touch. Only she can experience this magical feeling of coexistence of the five senses.

——People who coexist with the five senses, even among those who share the senses, are rare, and they exist like rare treasures.

Canaan hugged the bread and crawled out of the small dog hole where someone's dog had drilled. The blue that was chasing after her was already young, and she crouched on the corner of the wall holding the bread and panting.

Her physical strength is severely lacking.Running too fast and the distance was too long made her a little dizzy.

This is really bad.

Next, where should we go?She didn't know where she came from, and she didn't remember anything other than her name, and she didn't know where she should go. She couldn't understand the language here, which was the most troublesome thing in itself.

So she decided to go back to Kate.

She didn't know where she should go except there.

She waited there for a long time, but the boy with a very beautiful light golden color never came back. She hugged the bread and slept on the firewood piled up as a bedding. It was very uncomfortable because sometimes fleas would bite. She was wearing a small red bag.

Waiting and waiting, she fell asleep.

"That girl, it's okay." After confirming this, Kate did not follow her after successfully escaping in Canaan, so she had no way of knowing where she went.

In this way, she would have no problem even without herself.

It should be... you can leave her alone.He admitted that he actually wanted to get rid of her. Even though it made him feel a little uncomfortable, he also knew that he couldn't even support himself now, so he couldn't keep her.

Even though it was the right judgment, Kate still felt guilty.

"Woo..." Birch next to him suddenly started trotting, scratching his paws in the haystack where he usually slept. A figure with disheveled hair suddenly crawled out of the haystack, rubbed his eyes, and held a piece of bread in his arms.

"You bastard... why are you running back again?" Kate looked at her in surprise.

Canaan looked at him and then at the bread in his arms, lifted it up and handed it to Kate.

"Ah, no, I've already eaten." Kate squatted down and touched the little girl sitting cross-legged on the grass, "You found this." She threw her away, but she still wanted to come back to find herself... ?Kate suddenly found it difficult to face the little girl in front of her.

Canaan's still confused eyes answered him.

...She couldn't understand what she was saying at all.

Kate scratched the back of her head, and pointed to the bread in Canaan's hand, "Bread-bread." His elongated tone separated each syllable clearly - she must at least be able to hear Understand some simple everyday conversations as they speak.

This is Kate's clear thought at this moment.

Canaan tilted his head and stared at him with a confused face. Kate could only continue to point to the bread in her hand, and repeated the teaching with clear syllables just now.

...he was teaching himself the language he spoke.Canaan understood Kate's meaning at that moment, hesitated for a while, opened his mouth, and repeated Kate's tone stiffly and syllables: "Baa, roar..."

…Kate had a drop of sweat running down her face, and after holding it back for a long time, she finally laughed, "Hahaha! It's okay, it's okay... You should practice harder, it's 'noodle-bun'."

Then he saw Canaan's expression and became confused again.

Kate immediately understood that she had said too much at once, "Mian-bao." He reached out and rubbed the little girl's white hair.

"Meh-bag."

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"Bah."

"...Pfft ha ha ha ha!!!" After all, a child can laugh out of a little joke.

Canaan puffed up his cheeks, hugged the bread and turned to ignore him.

"...Hey, you're getting angry like this." Kate reached out and pinched Canaan's face from behind. "It's okay, I'll teach you slowly."

Canaan turned his head and looked at him in confusion.

"...Let's start with the most basic syllables."

Actually... There is no reason for her to leave, is there?

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