Ascendance of a Bookworm

The most important thing in winter support is food.

Unlike Japan, there are no supermarkets open 24/7. We're almost out of vegetables to pick, and we don't even know what the market will do depending on the weather. If you don't want to starve to death, prep is a must.

That's why I'm being put in a Donadona state right now between massive amounts of luggage on my luggage.

The word of the Father, which awakens me in the dark and far from dawn, was the beginning.

"Come on, it's rural today! You ready to go?

There's no way.

What are you talking about, rubbing my sleepy eyes, I glanced at my father, but my mother and Touri smiled and nodded loudly, "Of course," he said.

What should I do? I'm the only one who can't keep up with the story.

"Speaking of which, maybe you weren't listening because Mine decided it was a fever."

My father and Touri have convinced me of the words of my mother, who struck me with a pong and a hand, but I seem to be left out of company within my family, which is just a little uninteresting.

I'll try and swell up, but my family just started getting ready, and they don't seem to be able to afford me at all.

"You have to keep it warm anyway. Mine had a fever last year too!

My mother flies her voice at me dressed as I carry my butterflies and luggage down. I can't let you leave me alone, so I just have to follow you quietly.

... Nevertheless, what are we going to do in the countryside?

At first, I was going to walk on my own feet while building strength, but my father, with his head at my speed so slow, put me in the luggage.

Luggage is in the luggage truck that you will need in the countryside where you are going today, including barrels of several sizes large and small and lots of empty bins, strings, cloth, salt and wood.

Is that it? Maybe I'm the most useless piece of luggage in a luggage truck?

I sat where there was little extra space, trying to fit as small as possible.

My father pulls the luggage in front, and my mother and Touri push the luggage from behind. I don't know what to say, my luggage is remarkable and I feel a little uncut.

"Hey, Mom. Why rural?

"You don't have a smoked cabin in the city with lots of smoke, do you? So rent a cabin in the nearest countryside."

"Smoking? Speaking of which, you bought a lot of meat at the market in the meantime."

You mean salted, or there was water, and I felt like I was treating it, but it was still there? Could it hurt pretty bad? Are you all right?

My mother turned a frightened eye to me as I counted the number of finger folds and became more and more anxious.

"What are you talking about? It's pork processing day. Buy two pigs in the countryside, we'll all split them up and make them, we won't share them."

"Huh?"

For a moment my ear rejected my mother's words. There was a clear time difference between reaching the brain and when it reached it, the body trembled into small pieces.

"Bu, bu, what's a pork processing day!?

"It's a day to get together in the neighborhood and dismantle the pigs and make salted or smoked meats, pot meats, bacon or sausages or something. Mine, last year... Speaking of which, you were heating up on the carrier."

If I could, I wanted to fever again this year. Then at least you could have avoided what you saw.

"Mother, you bought meat at the market during this time..."

"That's not enough, is it? To the extent that we all bought more than enough to process?

Though I thought I bought it in bulk, I didn't think it was enough to buy enough. I have no idea how much meat I need for winter meat.

Unlike me, who seems inevitable to go and dismantle the pig and is feeling depressed, Touri is a full smile as he pushes his luggage car.

"I have a taste on the way to help, freshly made sausages for dinner, and lots of fun. Mine's my first help, but it's like a little festival for everyone to be naughty. I'm looking forward to working with you this year."

"Everybody?

When I inclined my neck unintentionally to Tulli's words, I opened my mouth with the look of my mother just saying, "Don't ask the obvious."

"We have to do this together in your neighborhood. Who do you want to be? Dismantling pigs is a big job, so you can't do it without 10 adults, can you?

Oh, your neighbor...

Mine's memories are so vague that there must be plenty of people I don't even know if they know over there.

Besides being a pain in the ass when you think about dealing with it, what you do today is dismantle the pig. My spine trembles just remembering the sight in the market.

"... I don't want to go"

"What are you talking about? We have to go. No winter sausage, no bacon, right?

There is no way I can be forgiven for saying I don't like winter food because it runs out. If you don't go, if you don't have winter food, I'll have to join you no matter how bad you hate it.

As I was sighing in a gloomy mood, the cargo was about to pass through the south gate of the outer wall.

"Good morning. Is that it? Sergeant, isn't it too late? We've all been walking around the gates for a while now, haven't we?

"Oh, I guess"

Trying to knock over the gate, a soldier, supposedly a colleague of my father's, called out. Apparently, the neighbors have already left for the countryside.

"Come on in."

I wave back too, waved by the gatekeeper who seems to like children. I need love for everything.

It's the first time I've been out of town since I became mine.

The moment the luggage truck left the gate, which was like a short tunnel, the surprise came out as a voice honestly.

Honestly, I didn't think the view would change this far inside and outside the gate.

"Wow."

First of all, I don't have a house.

Even though the city is like hissing inside, when you step outside the gate, make sure you pull a little out of the slightly fat road called the street, and about 10-15 settlements just look pompous.

And the air is good.

I realized that the air was delicious because the smell of dirt was also dispersed as it was wide open. I don't smell caged to be inhibited by high walls.

And then, one side is green.

The thin green, which is wide open, is a field, and the thick green, which has grown so large and high, is a forest. It had a very long idle landscape.

Mine, shut your mouth or I'll bite your tongue.

"Heh!?

Shortly after my father's advice, Gakun and his luggage swayed heavily, making the luggage sway much worse than in the city. Because the streets were no longer cobblestones and the dirt became a rounded path.

The luggage is shaking like it's about to pop out, but it's just better secured with rope. Unfixed I was the most dangerous.

If it's sunny, if it's a bump, if it rains, what a shitty, shitty road! Asphalt, apprentice!

I couldn't even open my mouth and arranged a bad murmur in my heart, and I stuck to the edge of the luggage car disappointingly so that I wouldn't be shaken off.

"It's time to get there."

The destination countryside was about 15 minutes out of the gate. Reaching the entrance to the countryside conveys the whimsy of a lot of people.

Dismantling pigs is basically a man's job, because it takes strength to hold down pigs like there are over 100 kilos, to tie them up with strings and catch them, to do anything.

In the meantime, women prepare for processing by preparing smoked huts, boiling large quantities of hot water and preparing tools and salt.

By the time we reached the countryside, the demolition was about to begin. If you can't take part in the demolition work, you naturally won't hit the meat.

"Oh no! It's already begun!

"Oh, my God! Touri, I'm gonna run!

"Yeah!"

All three hurriedly took their hands off the luggage and grabbed the apron, which was made of thick material from inside the luggage and waxed into the surface.

My mother and Touri run towards those with lots of women in smoked huts, wearing aprons.

When my father wore the apron on the spot, he ran away with a spear, which was also a work tool.

Quick!

While I was stunned, my family left me and everyone was gone.

I could have gone after my mother, but I couldn't help but be anxious to have no idea what to do with all this population. An annual event means that there is a common sense of implicit understanding. At the very least, I want a manual.

Being aware that I was a foot wrapper to do anything, I decided to turn my luggage until someone called me.

This is also an important job, I told myself, sitting blurry on the carriage with my left luggage.

But this is where my father left his luggage, right in front of the square where the pigs would be dismantled. A little distance, but I could see a pig around trying to escape, being chased around and screaming in a sad voice.

A rope is bracketed in a wooden pile, the other of which is connected to the pig's right hind leg. The men are desperate to hold back the pigs running around the pile.

I saw a familiar pink head in it. Maybe there must be Ralph or Lutz around there.

"Let's go! Wow!"

With that screaming, my father, who had just arrived, joined the war.

I thought I had put up a spear that was in my hands with tremendous momentum, and I busted a pig.

After just one blow the pig cramped a few times with tingling, he stopped moving.

Hih! And at the same time that my blood draws attention, in the square, my father's work is cheered up with wow.

There my mother brought me something like a bucket of metal and a little long stick. Another wife takes something like a ball to the pig.

I tried to get myself out of here wondering what I was going to do. At the next moment, a little blood splashed all around me, and some aprons stained red.

Ready to take the blood, so the spear must have been drawn and the blood must have blown out dobbly. I held my mouth down unexpectedly and pulled myself out that I was embarking on.

Hiding in your wives' skirts and not seeing the pigs, but being drained of a lot of blood, I can tell by your wife's plenty of work carrying the ball and putting it in the bucket.

Meanwhile, my mother chops a wrinkle between her eyebrows, stirring a bucket of blood pouring in one after the other uncontrollably.

... I'm scared of my mother.

He then hung the pig upside down on a tree that had been prepared by a few people. The blood, which had not been squeezed out of the inverted pig, drips down in a twitch.

I guess the full demolition will begin. A man with a large, thick demolition knife put a knife on the belly of a pig.

That's all I can remember.

When I realized, I was not in the countryside, but in a stone building. I can see the stone ceiling, but it's not ours.

Blinking my eyes several times as I fell asleep, I felt sick thinking of the last sight I saw on the verge of fainting.

But why? I can't help but feel like I was somewhat like a familiar sight.

What was that?

Look, it feels like I'm going to scratch and hang and dismantle...

It's up to my throat, but it's not coming out. Maybe it's not Mine's memory. Reino's memory. You must have seen something similar in Japan.

All right! It looked just like the hanging of Ankou I saw at the market near Ibaraki's harbor!

Neat!

With that in mind, I could also understand that the dismantling of the pig was similar to the dismantling show of tuna, that there was something that I couldn't eat unless it was fresh, and that everyone looked at the condition with a clean and enjoyable look.

Well, I just understood, and I don't follow you at all mentally.

Because tuna dismantling doesn't ring in such a sad voice. I don't get that much doppy doppy blood.

Ugh, I knew it was disgusting...

The moment I held my mouth down and hit the back of my sleep, I fell from where I slept until then with Goron.

"I said..."

Looking around as he got up with his hands, he seemed to have been put to sleep somewhere like a tree bench that wasn't that big.

With a fireplace nearby and fire in it, I don't feel so cold. But there's nobody there, and I can't hear you.

... Speaking of which, where are we?

When thoughts finally turned to grasp the status quo, did the sound of my fall echo, one soldier, peering into his face?

"Oh, you've noticed."

"Mr. Otto?

Relieve yourself in the face you remember, exhale in a ho. The stone building where Mr. Otto is must mean the waiting room or the dormitory at the gate. The location was also known, and the anxiety, which did not know the current situation, disappeared.

"You remember me?

With what I remembered, I can also see an obvious relief in Otto's face. I must have been thinking about what I would do if they thought I was someone I didn't know and cried because I look like a toddler.

"I won't forget."

Because I am a precious civilizationalist of this world and a teacher (scheduled) who teaches me letters.

When I manned the salute, slapped a ton on the chest and said so, Otto stroked his head with a bitter smile. It explains the status quo as it is.

"The squad leader changed his blood phase and brought him here. He said he was falling in the van. He said he'd pick you up as soon as he was done."

I don't know how long it will take to dismantle the pigs, but they will also process them after dismantling, so it won't be over soon.

... Speaking of which, I thought you said Thuri was freshly done but would be out for dinner.

I knew from the information I had that I would be waiting in this waiting room for a while.

I knew I would have time to spare anyway, so I also had fiber on the luggage on the carrier, which is a papyrus ingredient, but it's not in my hands right now.

"What's up, Mine? Do you miss your father or your mother?

"... yeah, we're out of time. What do we do? What?"

"Speaking of which, you said you weren't as young as you looked," he murmured after Otto looked seriously at me, who shook his head and stuck to his true mouth.

"Just fine, Mine. Is this a waste of time?

"Wow! Stone plate!

It was the tablet that Mr. Otto offered. Today is definitely the day to go through the gate, so they were trying to hand it to me and bring it to work.

How civilized, attentive, and kind, you are too good a man!

"I have to stand at the gate, so you can practice."

That's what Otto said, he wrote Mine's name on the top of the tablet, put the stone brush and cloth down, and left the room.

While I held the tablet with one arm, I dropped my gaze on the tablet when I waved my hand wide off Otto with a smile that was no more.

Should I describe the tablet as a mini blackboard about the size of A4? A black and thin stone is mounted inside the wooden frame. The stone slab was double-sided and seemed capable of writing on both the back and the table, with a reference line drawn on one side for the practice of writing.

And while the stone brush is a tool for writing on a stone slab, a hard, limp stone material when you touch it, it looks a little elongated white chalk entirely.

A slightly thin dirty cloth would be a substitute for erasers. Because I just hugged him and the letters Otto wrote to me got a little thinner.

"Wow, that's so exciting"

I put the tablet on my desk and took the stone brush.

Simply grip the stone pencil to hold the pencil and your heart will roar.

At first, I try to write a completely unrecognizable letter, using Otto's handwriting as an example because of it.

Because it's nervous and the first letter I write, or a little trembled and distorted. If this were Japan, I would have just turned it off with my tongue punched and rewritten it.

But now I'm so glad I haven't seen a word in a long time that I think it's a waste to turn it off.

I took a slow breath, threw up, rubbed it off with the cloth I had on the left side of the tablet, and wrote it down again. I could write better than earlier.

Write your name, erase it, erase it...

If you get tired of that, write the short song or haiku you remember in Japanese, turn it off, write it off...

Ha, too happy.

I didn't think writing and being able to read letters would be such a happy thing.

Near the fireplace, though, in a gap windy waiting room, playing with stone slabs for hours until my family picked me up, I caught a cold and fever at a speed not ashamed of my sick and weak name.

"My fever hasn't dropped yet today, so Mine stay in bed. You can't leave!

"... ok"

The footsteps of my parents entering and leaving the house are hasty, packing the roots and vegetables that the two of us will be sunshining into the winter support room.

Tulli is in the kitchen, boiling the nuts he has picked and making jams. I've never smelled anything in this world. There's just a sweet smell all over the house that makes me feel a little happy.

Touri brought me some lunch soup as I planted alcohol and processed pigs were brought in.

I lay down the tablet, and receive every basin.

"Sorry, Touri"

"Really."

"Huh? I'm not gonna tell you that. Tell me that's a promise."

"You didn't promise that!

Well, I didn't promise.

It's a promise, isn't it?

While my whole family was bummed about winter support, I was gobbling in bed and playing with the stone slabs I got Otto to practice my name and spell out Japanese sentences.

I knew I wanted a book that I could save.

I'm just so happy that I can write a letter, I'd be happier if I could read a book.

Get back in shape quickly, I have to make paper.