At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Come to your hips."

Squirting while harvesting field crops at the middle hips. You're not a field thief, are you?

Simply, it's a help to harvest fields that seemed tough. I don't really remember why this happened myself.

When I realized something, I was in the process of helping. Common and common. That's why the Sigals are helping someone else.

"Mr. Tallow, let's take a break."

"Yes."

I am speaking to the Lord of the field who is helping, interrupting the work and stretching my hips. When the harvest is manual, it's hard.

A few days would be nice, but if I did it every day, I'd feel saggy on my back. Walk to the owner's uncle with a tonne of hips tapped.

"It's my kami's stuff, but if you like, eat it"

"Thank you. I'll take it."

My uncle, who brought me a big lunchbox, urged me to eat it too, and I want it.

Lots of rustic flavors, but delicious because the ingredients are fresh. They use crops that couldn't be shipped in the village, but they're usually delicious.

Well, it's the same as Japan, and I don't think I can get it out because I'm missing something. I know it's a waste, but I guess it's good enough that it's being consumed properly.

Oh, but the stew tastes so stingy. That's the first taste I've ever had.

Basically, there's no meat in it. Are the villagers nutritious?

"Does it fit the mouth of an urban child?

"It's delicious. Especially this stew."

"Well, good. That's your specialty."

Uncle who smiles at my reply. Somehow, everyone in this village is relaxed, or it's good with a relaxing air.

Watch the vast fields as far as you can see chewing on the mogus. Normally visible, but still vast fields. They say that's all this uncle's field.

They say most of the inhabitants of the village have fields of the same size or more. This village doesn't look like a breeze with so many people, but you can do it well.

"Do you do this size all the time by yourself?

I asked my uncle somehow. Because I thought this was tough on its own.

"Hey, I usually get help from the guys who make the time sloppy stuff, or my son."

Do you have a son? Why are you alone today?

"Hey, there was a mistake, and I had to do my own field. Thank you so much for your help."

"Is that a mistake?

"Yeah. It's not a big deal."

"But you can help me out like your son..."

There seems to be something wrong, but it seems like we can still do it together as much as your son.

"Leave a while ago. I was wondering if I could stay in a village with nothing but fields like this. Where and what are you doing? I hope you're not dead."

Apparently your son is running away from home. I'm telling you, non-billy, are you okay? There are many dangerous creatures in this world, aren't there?

Son, would you be alive properly...

Thinking about that, I was lucky. If I hadn't met Mr. Lynn, I would have ended up there.

If Mr. Sells hadn't been here, I'd probably have stayed on the average person level. I've had a lot of luck. Instead, I've had a lot of training to really throw up blood reflexes to get here.

"Son, I hope you're okay"

"Well, I don't like dangerous things, so I think it's good to run away from dangerous things and live."

said his uncle's face with a much bitter smile, still looked worried.

There is absolutely nothing in the world. I know it well. This guy, I'm sure, understands and answers that.

So I feel unspeakable and can't respond well.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I told you a boring story"

"Yes, no, that's not true."

It's not a boring story. For my uncle, it's definitely not boring.

No, you can't. You think I can't give that reply back to Locke, too, while I make it hard for you to talk?

"Today, I'm going to work for your son. Please use it."

"Ha, unfortunately, my son is not as useful as you"

Now that's what I tell you to laugh at. Son, did you also have a savory habit? No, maybe he didn't like field work. It's not enough to leave the village.

Well, even so, I'm gonna help you today. Let's do our best instead.

"With that said, Mr. Tallow, how far have you ended up?

"Oh, yes, we're done around here. I keep the cage in the field, as they say."

I tell him I did half of the harvest I was told I was going to do today. I was doing it vegan at first, but I don't think this is the end of it. I used the enhancement to increase the speed, so it should be reasonably quick.

Although, it's a task I'm not very used to, so it might still be too late.

"Well, how far?

"That's it."

"But you're half done now?

"Oh, yes."

My uncle is surprised that half the work has already been done. Apparently it was faster than normal. Good. Good.

If we keep doing this, it's going to be over by the end of the day.

"Huh, did you even do this kind of work originally? And it's too soon, though."

"No, it's not like I've never done it at all, but it's a much smaller field than here."

My uncle says with admiration. Right, was it a little early? Wouldn't it be good for it to end soon?

I think it's faster where Haku would probably be helping. Because he has magic that can be used to work on this hand.

I, too, may not be able to do anything if I try, but I don't want to do anything that could damage the crops that support the lives of these people on the boulder.

"It really helps. Is that Gret? It helped me get him to use it for work."

"In regards to there, to Cigal. His owner is Cigal."

"I'm well followed, and I miss you. Don't even listen to Davas when he's that big."

"Well, I miss Sigal a lot."

I'm not bluffing. I think there are places where people are simply scared of hacks. I've seen Huck say things in detail.

Communication is easy and helpful when Haku is around.

"Over there, probably, it's working fast today. It's probably about clot late."

Kroto won't be used to it. I need to use that black one. Probably not working so fast. But instead, it could be Grandpa or Grandma's idol.

He was kind of adorable at the time we first met, so I feel like a cat cute by now.

Sometimes I mean kids, but they look adorable, they're basically huge, and they'll be for sure.

"Thank you very much."

"Yes, sir. I used to, but is that your way of doing things in your country?

"Ah, yes. of my hometown."

"Heh."

Hands in hand, they ask me funny. It's not a habit this way after all.

Well, even the other world, it varies from country to country, and I take it for granted. There are countries where eating with bare hands is a modus operandi.

"Well, then, the other half, shall we finish it?"

"It'll help. I have to thank you today."

"Haha, I hope so"

That stew was delicious, tasted like nothing I've ever eaten, and let's be honest and sweet.

Okay, well, do you want to speed it up!