“That’s it.”

Isn't this the swing he saw on TV hanging under the tree?

So amazing.

Too awesome.

The boy took a deep breath.

...

"Crow."

The boy tightened his hands holding the "rope" on the side.

"How did you do it?"

"This swing..."

The boy was a little incoherent.

He was so shocked.

His expression was seriously affected by the overly intense emotions.

...

“…it didn’t have it before…”

The boy is still trying to describe the reasons why he has made him lose his composure.

“…Why did it suddenly exist?”

How did this be done?

It's so surprising.

...

The crow grinned.

"Awesome?"

...

"sharp."

The boy nodded in great cooperation.

...

"Hell~"

"ah-"

The crisp and melodious laughter of the crow formed a sharp contrast with the boy's trembling voice that was afraid.

...

The boy suddenly stepped onto the "rope" next to him.

His hands were tightly clutching the "rope".

His face turned pale in an instant.

Swing...

It started moving!?

...

The crow swings happily.

Swipe higher and higher.

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

It found that indeed human things must listen to humans.

This kind of swings swung higher than any previous one.

It seemed as if it could pick the maple leaves above it with a hand.

The wind blew through my ears.

The world has become smaller in my eyes.

Because, it is closer to the sky.

...

The boy's face became paler.

The huge swing of the swing completely exceeded his imagination.

Almost all are parallel to the trunk above!?

Is this reasonable?

Is this arguable?

The boy wanted to scream.

Want to stop the crows.

But he couldn't make any sound.

Only one mouthful of wind was poured into the wind.

...

He could only shrink into a ball like a quail.

The "rope" he hugged tightly in his arms was his only "life-saving straw".

His whole body was trembling.

Every time the swing reached the highest point, he felt that he was about to fall.

Every time the swing fell, he felt that he was about to lose breath.

My neck seemed to be strangled.

Very uncomfortable.

He never knew...

It turns out that swinging is such a terrible thing.

...

The boy squinted his eyes slightly.

The wind blew his eyes and couldn't open them very much.

And the feeling of closing your eyes is terrible.

The boy gave up after only one second of trying.

Even with his eyes open, the wind kept stimulating his tear glands, and the scene in front of him was blurry, like films that kept flashing, and he did not close his eyes again.

...

I saw that the swing was faintly moving from parallel to the trunk to a more exaggerated angle...

The boy suspected that if he didn't speak again...

The crow may make the swing roll directly over the tree trunk above!

...

The boy was frightened by his guess.

If that's true...

Does he still have his life?

Under the pressure of a huge sense of crisis, the boy finally made a sound after he tried it.

"Crow!"

...

It's a hoarse voice.

Although it became fragmented under the whistling wind.

The intermittent shouts were light and fluttering.

There is no trace of deterrence.

...

But the crow heard it.
To be continued...