Tsukumodo:Volume 1 Statue

Something belies your expectations.

Things just won't go your way.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Situation like these aren't rare at all.

Let's for instance take a look at a common purchase: some buy branded articles just to find out that they were ripped off, others order something on the Internet and have to realize that they were expecting something entirely different. Stories like these can be found anywhere.

Everyone should have made the experience of just leaving things at that in such cases, or of returning the article in question. More than just once or twice.

But if that said article happens to be a Relic, that won't do.

It's still one thing if it turns out to be fake.

But if it's real and its powers turn out to be completely different, then it's absolutely no laughing matter.

Indeed, it's really no laughing matter.

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A child was lying in its bed, breathing painfully.

The child, aged not even 10, was apparently suffering from a high fever since three days. The heat had made her face flush and on her forehead sweat beads kept appearing no matter how many times her mother wiped them away. From time to time she coughed with pain, just to groan due to the head ache that came from the shake.

There was no doctor in this village. The only profession conducted here, where there was nothing but fields, was farming.

There was no medicine in this village. Although some wandering medicine sellers came by at times to spend the night, they didn't have the money to buy from them. Sometimes the villagers could get their hands on some little medicine in exchange for a bed and a breakfast, but by far not enough to suffice for everyone.

Therefore, whoever got ill, had to recover by rest.

Therefore, whoever aggravated his illness, would lose his life.

The day we came to this village, we got to know these conditions.

"I beg you, please save our child!"

For these reasons, it was no wonder that the child's parents relied on us who have played doctor in the past.

Yes, you could say that we had played doctor.

But that was not quite accurate.

We did, in fact, neither use any medicine nor execute any operations.

It was nothing else but his touch.

It was just him touching the patients.

"You needn't worry anymore," he whispered softly and touched the child's forehead with his right hand.

Moments after---

Her wild breath started to calm down bit by bit. The high fever that had made her cheeks red and had brought the sweat on her brow disappeared into oblivion. The endless cycle of painful coughs was broken and the child opened her eyes as if nothing had happened.

"Mm? What's the matter?"

These were the first words after a long three days of high fever.

Her parents burst into tears upon knowing that her life had still gotten saved and embraced the clueless child.

The onlooking villagers were speechless with admiration at first, and then started to overwhelm us with words of appreciation and admiration.

His touch can heal any illness on the spot.

His touch can heal any wound on the spot.

It's a miracle that can hardly be of human hand.

A deity dwells in his right hand---

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