ばか！バカ！　馬鹿ー月！

The well, the wooden cabin, and the equipments were all provided to her by the villagers. In response to their good wills, she treasured them dearly. Finally, she stored the tools in the cabin.
What’s left on her hand was just the shovel.
“See you later, everyone.”
Closing the door with a *bang*. The tools sparkled for one last time.
After tidying things up, Ai checked her appearance. Touching the cheeks with her hand, she discovered that her face was smeared with mud, her fingers were also dirtied. Sighing, she took off her shoes and shirt, and loosen her hair.
Her beautiful golden hair was like another sun in time of dusk.
Ai only used the water to clear out the filth sticking to her hair and skin, resulting in it changing from red to a golden luster, comparable to a gem buried in the ground for eons being unearthed.
But the action of her washing herself compared to when she washed the tools is much more hasty.
Complaining that the water in her mouth was too cold, ignoring the fact that there was still bubbles left over on her body, Ai put on her clothes.
First, she put her delicate hands and feet into the gloves and shoes accordingly.
Then tying the iron hammer, spoons, and all sort of tools with her leather belt.
Next she attached the hook and some other accessories onto her outer coat.
Afterwards, combing her hair, putting on a straw hat, and pulled it down to her chin level.
Finally she picked up the shovel, turned around and flipped it over, then placed it on her shoulder.
Like this, Ai finished wearing her gravekeeper outfit.
The sun was setting in the far distant mountain. Signaling Ai to go back home.

*

Today the digging of the 47th grave had started, hoped it will be finished by tomorrow——
Strolling along the mountain path, she danced around singing happily. She continued to flip over the shovel incessantly causing noises, humming as she walked towards the pitch-black mountain path fearlessly, and jumping as she advanced forward. There was no way Ai could tumble over because she knew every nook and cranny of this place, even what kind of bird lived on a certain tree.
Not long after, after finishing her trip, what entered her vision was the scene of the night sky and a village. The never ending fields stretched far and wide, light shining out from the households. A long and narrow sized village was being concealed between the mountain valleys.
Ai had stopped humming.
She then clear her throat, and proceeded to inspect her attire——is the clothes tucked in, are the shoelaces untied, is there any speck of dust on her.
Lastly slapping the face to encourage herself, eliminating the expression on her face.
Gravekeepers are the protector of the death, the envoy of death, lastly the god of death himself.
Ai firmly believed that the expression a gravekeeper ought to have is an expressionless face.
Making up her resolution to maintain dignity, she then walked towards the village.
She straighten her back, lower her line of sight, and with her shoes made up of iron and leather, step by step traces were created on the muddy ground. Carrying the shovel on her shoulder like a gun, exposing the imposing insignia on the shovel's head, though small, she still exuded an oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly an old man lifted his head up from within the field. Ai pretended to have look by accident, using her eyes to take a quick glance at him. The person in question was of course the blacksmith Utah who helped create tools for everybody.
After a brief moment of watching, the head immediately disappeared from he field. Ai thought to herself that he must be frightened by her aura, as such she raised her fist up high representing that of a victor.
"Hey~~everybody listens, Ai-chan is back~~"
However Utah came back quickly, moreover along with his shouting, almost ten villagers sprang out. Each of them wore ragged cloth and trouser, and a straw hat atop of the head. Mixed in the crowd were villagers both young and old, the majority either got wounds all over their bodies, blinded, or handicapped. Those who didn’t tend to the field also appeared, this is how bustling the field is in spring.