Ascendance of a Bookworm

Three days later, the fever is finally dropping, and the meal is finally getting through my throat a little bit.

That meal is a pretty thin salt soup with finely chopped vegetables floating around a bit, so it's good for the sick, but it's hard to match your tongue when you get back to your healthy body.

Then I'm also getting used to being called Mine. From now on, you have to live as a mine. You better give up and get used to it.

"Mine, are you done?

"Yeah."

I came to lower the dishes, to Tulli. I gave him the empty dishes, and I lay quietly on the bed.

"Sleep tight, Mine"

Actually, you haven't been out of your bedroom in the last three days, have you?

Isn't it terrible that when you get out of bed outside the bathroom, you're forcibly deported to bed?

Besides, you use the bathroom all the time in the bedroom, right? Because it's an awesome shame play.

By the way, the family throws it outside through the window to use it in the bedroom, too, right?

I knew I didn't even have a bath.

I couldn't stand it, I had my body wiped, but he looked so weird.

I can't stand it anymore! This life!

Even if you can't stand it, there's no way you can live the life you want where a young sick person suddenly pops out of the house. For once, my mental age is an adult, so I know about that. No matter how bad I hate it, I don't jump out of the house without thinking about it later.

Because if you look at the situation in this house, it doesn't even seem safe out there. I don't know if there's a children's clinic or protection facility, or if my life will improve over here.

I'm sure it's the mountain of Sekiyama who escapes and drools, screaming at the filth coming down from above, even though he didn't like the filth.

We just have to recover and improve our living environment.

The primary goal is to stop getting angry when you get out of bed. - Target, low!

And put what away, it's a book.

The first step in improving the living environment is a book. As long as I have a book, I think I can put up with some discomfort of all sorts. Or put up with it.

That's why today is the day I decided to explore the house. I haven't been able to read the book for too long, so I'm about to get withdrawal symptoms.

Give me the book! I'm gonna cry! A big grown man will cry in the morning!?

I have a sister named Touri, so if you look around the house, there must be about 10 books of paintings somewhere. Without a doubt, you won't be able to read the letters, but you may be able to imagine them as you look at the picture and guess the letters.

"Mine, are you asleep?

A little Touri opened the door and looked out. Seeing me quietly in bed, I nod one satisfactorily.

Every time I return to consciousness, I fall down trying to get out of bed and wander around the house looking for a book, so I am completely alert from Touri, the nurse.

Touri, whose mother asks me to protect her children from going to work during the day, is desperate to keep me out of bed. No matter how much I try to escape, there's no way my little body can beat Touri.

"I'll definitely 'go down' one day"

"Mine, what?

"... hmm? I want to grow up."

There was no way he could have noticed the sincerity of my words wrapped gently in oblate, and Touri laughed as troubled.

"When Mine stops being sick, you can grow up. I can't even eat rice because I'm sick, and sometimes I get mistaken for 3 even though I'm 5."

Oh well, was I 5? And are you weak and small? I've never known it before.

You didn't particularly celebrate your birthday in your memory. Or did you celebrate, but you didn't understand the words?

"Is Thuri big?

"I'm 6, but I'm often mistaken for 7-8, so aren't you a little bigger?

"Oh well."

Is this physique difference in my age?

Apparently, it's hard to go down. I'm not giving up.

Be mindful of your diet and hygienic environment and be healthy.

"Mom, I went to work, so I'm going to wash your plate. You should never get out of bed. You can't get better if you're not asleep, and you can't get bigger if you're not?

"Okay."

The priors getting out of bed have been playing a quiet good boy to relieve Thuri of his vigilance since last night. Touri leaves Mine in his bedroom, waiting for time to go out.

"Well, you're coming. Wait here."

"Huh."

Upon an honest and good reply, Thuri closed the bedroom door with Batan.

As it was, Mine waited quietly for Touri to go outside holding a cage with dishes. I don't know where they wash it, but they always go out for about 20-30 minutes. Apparently, there is no water supply in each household, and maybe there is a shared water field.

Ha-ha-ha...... Come on, let's go.

Probably the front door, there's the sound of Gachan and closing the keys, and the footsteps of Tulli going down the stairs get smaller.

After making sure he was completely deaf, Mine gently put his foot down from the bed. It feels like sand and dirt, and I look at it a little bit.

I hate to walk barefoot on the floor where my family walks on earthfoot, but I have no choice but to have my shoes taken up by Thuri so that I don't move around.

Finding a book is a priority over getting dirty feet.

"If it was here, we would have talked fast..."

In the bedroom where I am locked up, where the heat is not lowered, there are two beds, about three wooden boxes where I keep clothes and a little things, and a few cages where I keep the thin ones.

There are children's toys made of wood and straw in the cage next to the bed, but there are no books. If there was a bookshelf, would it be the living room?

"Hey..."

Every time I move my foot, the back of my foot squirts in small sand. I know there's nothing I can do about complaining because this is like a lifestyle that goes up in the ground to the inside of the house.

I know, but I can't get used to Japanese customs. If you're going to live as Mine, there's going to be tons of things you need to get used to.

"Damn, it's too expensive..."

The first door to exploring your home is the bedroom door.

If I stretched out desperately, it wasn't out of reach, but it was harder than I expected to turn a knob that was just high enough to reach critical.

I looked around the room looking for what would be a stepping stone, and I laid eyes on a crate with clothes in it.

"Funnooo..."

I may have been able to move the crate if I were an adult, but with the hands of young children I would not be scared to push or pull.

I also thought about flipping over and riding a cage with toys in it, but depending on my weight, I'm going to step through it.

"Seriously, too many things you have to grow up fast, this"

I looked around the bedroom, and after all the thought, I rounded up my parents' futon and stepped on it.

I absolutely don't like putting my futon down on the floor walking on the groundfoot, but if it's a parent futon that can normally live in this living environment, I'm sure.

If it's to get the book, it's not a huge obstacle to me as much as it pisses my parents off a bit.

"Come on."

Round up, get in the futon, stretch out your back, put on all your weight and manage to turn the door knob. The door opened with a gibberish sound. Inside.

"Heh heh!?

I nearly hit my head with the door coming at me with a good amount of momentum, and I rushed off my hands, but fell backwards with Cologne as it was.

"Wow!

Goron goron...... gon!

He also rolled off a round futon and hit him in the head.

"I said..."

When I wake up with my body holding my head down, the door is just a little open for once. The headache is an injury to honor.

"Yay. Open!"

Momentum rose up, and I slammed my hand into the gap of the door and opened it.

My parents' futon slid on the floor with Zuzaza, and I felt some of the floor was clean, but I decided not to see it.

"Ah, the kitchen."

When I left the bedroom, it was the kitchen. Kitchen is not a fashionable place. It's a better place to call yourself a cooking alley.

There are crackers in the corners, metal pans, eggs, and fried pan-like things hooked up to nails punched against the walls.

A string is stretched from wall to wall, where a thin dirty rag-like cloth is caught. If I wipe it with that, it looks extra dirty.

"With this hygiene, I'm starting to feel like I can't help but be sick"

There are two tables and three legged chairs in the center of the room that are not that big. I guess he also uses it as a chair. One crate.

I guess on the right is a cupboard, a wooden cabinet with a handle. In the corner opposite Kamado is a large cage, loaded with potatoes and onion-like ingredients. Although there is something like a sink where large water bottles and water are likely to flow, there still seems to be no water supply.

Looking around the room, there were two other doors besides the one entering the bedroom where Reino came out.

"Ugh, which door is the right one?

This kitchen doesn't seem to have a bookshelf, no matter what you think. I opened the door leading from the kitchen to another room.

"Um, storage?

It was a room filled with messes that Reino didn't understand what it was used for. It is placed on the shelf for once, but it has a cluttered impression and doesn't seem to be the room I usually use.

"It's off."

Give up, I tried to open another door. I can see the noise is gushing and the keys are closed. I've been chattering around a few times, but there's never been any sign of it opening.

"... Could it be the door that Thuri left? Huh? Both off!? None per!?

I squealed out in my voice, and I held my head by accident.

If this is the door that leads outside, this house is an exhaustive 2DK with no bathroom, no toilet, no water supply, no bookshelves. I don't care what you think, there's no other room.

Hey, God, what resentment do you want from me!?

If it is a reincarnation that appears in the novel, the reincarnation destination was a large number of nobles and rich people, at least less in need of life. With my memory and feeling as a Japanese, my common sense, it's impossible that I don't have a bathroom, a toilet, or a tap in my own house.

And most of all, the trouble is that I don't see any books. I didn't even see anything like a book in the room that was in the warehouse.

"... Could a book be expensive?

The book was very expensive until it could also be produced on the planet with machines. If you weren't in the upper class, you'd have had little chance to read a book or anything.

"I have no choice. If this happens, let's start by looking for typescripts."

Without a book, you can't study words at all.

There are as many letters written - such as folded ads, newspapers, circulation boards, instructions, calendars - as there should have been. At least in Japan.

"... no. Not at all! Not one! What, this house!?

I walk through the kitchen cupboards and storage shelves one after the other, but I don't see any books in this house, of course, with typography on them at all.

Before typescript, I can't find the paper itself.

"What do you mean?

My head stings and aches like a fever all at once. The heartbeat makes a buzzing noise and the tympanic membrane tenses with Keane.

My body nodded on the spot, as the thread I had strained had been cut off.

It's hot in the back of my eyes.

Crushed to death by the book is the main hope.

I could reincarnate, too, well, okay.

But, me, are you sure you want to live here?

What are you gonna do to live?

It's too unexpected to reincarnate into a world where books don't exist. What the hell were you born for?

I can't find any meaning in living, and I can't stop crying over too much despair.

"Mine! Why haven't you slept!? You can't get out of bed without shoes!

Soon, when Touri returned, he found me on the floor of the kitchen, and raised his voice.

"... Touri, I don't have a 'book'"

I want to read so many books, but I don't have one.

I don't know what to do and how to live from this.

"What's going on? Where does it hurt?

Remaining stunned, Tulli sounds worried to me with his blurring and tears zeroed.

Even if you complain to Thuri, who has no doubt whatsoever about the lack of a book, you can't possibly understand how it feels.

I want a book.

I want to read the book.

Hey, who can I tell you, you understand?

Where do I go, there's a book?

Tell me who it is.