A Mid-level (Middle-aged) Office Worker’s Laid-Back Industrial Revolution in Another World

Hi, I'm Takeo Kitami.

Now I'm down the mountain and out on the road lending a shoulder to my grandfather named Elliot Henry Elvis.

It took me 40 minutes to get down the mountain.

It was closer than I assumed, but you were invisible from where you were earlier.

Well, maybe you just didn't know in that chopped situation.

I'm lightly tired, but I can't care less now.

It's bigger than that, the surprise of seeing the path in front of you.

My feeling is, this just seems like an early Showa road...

The road width is about 6m and the easy pavement just solidified the soil.

Right now, most roads across Japan are asphalt paving, right?

Soil mass.

So, where are we?

"Um, we'll see here. Over there."

and the grandfather next door pointed his hand and instructed him to go over there.

That's just the timing.

"So shall we go slowly?

After another 10 minutes or so of walking, I notice that my neighbor Grandpa Elvis is sweating more.

"Shall we take a short pause?

"I'm sorry.

Remove the tea from the bag and sip.

"Would you like a sip of Mr. Elvis, too?

"I'm sorry.

I don't like indirect kissing when I drink, so I ask you to look up and put in a bite.

At that moment, turn your face here and keep your eyes wide open to hide your surprise.

She thought it was water and drank it. She seems surprised because it tastes good.

I say nothing, smile lightly and nod.

He said something, but he won't tell me now because I don't gaze at him.

Well, I'll observe someone sitting on the grass by the road going down the street.

... you're a medieval European outfit.

Let's not think there anymore.

There's a matter that needs to be more stunned in front of you, isn't there?

Someone walking down the street, some of them looking like people, cat ears? Dog ears? And the tail?

Um... think as you wrinkle between your eyebrows.

I don't know, cosplay? Is that Katyusha? The whole town? It won't be possible.

Isn't this Japan? No, no, Japanese speaks... and ah, the name Elvis sounds western.

The words in the corner of my head come to me and are appropriate to describe the status quo.

You don't want to admit this, or do you have to admit it?

It's a possibility, but why me? No, I've never even heard of that.

But...

Although there is a certain certainty, I repeat the grand tour so as not to admit it.

"... Keo, Takeo, hey. Can you hear me?

"Huh?? Ah! Excuse me. I was thinking about it and I didn't hear it.

"Hmm, what are you thinking with a difficult face.

For now, it's not about going to my house.

"I understand that purpose, and I'm not going to throw it out now.

"Hmm, there's no problem if you don't forget there.

"By the way, how long is it going to take to get home?

"I don't know. Something like half a day.

Half a day.

Now when I checked the clock, did it go around 15: 00?

It's going to be midnight to get there.

"Takeo, by the way. Lord, how old are you?

"I'll be 35, though.

It gives me a slightly surprised look when I tell you how old I am.

"What!? I thought you were around 30.

You look young enough.

The Japanese may be seen young all in all, but is it really not Japan to say that???

I casually looked at the end of the road thinking, I could see people coming this way on horseback and on a fast walk.

Are there two of them?

"You're coming for something.

"Hmm, well, you're fine.

Two sword-bearers pass before the laid-back pair of us.

but stop a bit ahead and come back as much as you want!?

Huh? What? Are you gonna get hit by a hand? Nothing's coarse, is it?

It doesn't taste good that I didn't bow my head like I did in the Edo period!??

"Dear Elvis!!!

One of them on the horse at the top of the opening said away.

"Dear? Mr. Elvis... but could he be a great man?

"Hmm, for what it's worth.

and a grinning grandfather.

Huh? Could it be? Were you doing something unsavory???

I can see you're sweating nasty on your back, and I can see your face pulling on.

"Hmm, Takeo, you look funny. Well, I'm fine.

I have noticed it as it seems distracting.

It's a little tiny. I can't go to my son-in-law anymore.