Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

Caorle, who knew his grandfather's origins and who he was, was greatly bewildered.

Even though they have shops in Wang Du, Mampu Pavilion is a popular dining room, and the caorle that works there is also a civilian. Citizens, even if I cared that I was a city man, I couldn't wipe out the seeping common-man look, and she understood herself, that was her vessel.

In the first place, before he came to the metropolitan Gran Feria, he waved every day in one of the southern Eastwind countryside. The rooted civilian guts didn't change that way, and Caorle only felt uncomfortable with the hospitality he wouldn't even put down there.

On the other hand, the faces that accompanied him blended beautifully into the country of sowing on the third day of their stay.

"Remember the fight against the pirates? I can remember like yesterday. In the battlefield where the boat was disturbed, Yahiko danced to the enemy ship just as much as Yuen Yoshisuke, brilliantly citing the general's neck. The sight of that day is burning in my eyes"

"Now that I think about it, I was so young. No, it's embarrassing."

"What do you say? Yahiko's battle seemed daunting, and the fruit, delicate. Without a chance, I wouldn't be impotent, and if I stepped on the contrary that I could win, I wouldn't hesitate to come forward. The martial arts tradition of single-handedly entering the northern Flying Bird Castle and attacking it from within is still being told without fading."

"No, you got this. If you're blooming in memorabilia, you're going to die of embarrassment one of these days."

"Whoa, whoa, the Flying Bird Castle attack is still a prelude. At this rate, crossing the Three Ways River doesn't end the memorabilia"

"Whoa, ha, ha!

Yahiko talked about the old ministers gathered among the castle lords and the sowing kingdom on the day of his reign. Fifty years passed, but there was no reluctance or separation between them, and they used to drink and laugh as they did.

Kaoru sat next to Yahiko and smiled happily when he saw the men who kept talking soothingly.

"Dear Princess Ryu, Sasa, a dedication"

"Uhm."

Instead of tying her hair together, Routou was wearing a luxurious kimono with flowers painted on the black ground and rinsing alcohol in her upper seat.

"Princess Ryu, here, it is a delicacy in the mountain sea"

"Hmm, salted mushrooms and dried fish eggs? It's a zippy knob, but it's not bad."

Routou, the greatest meritor in the return of Yahiko, was treated as a national guest of the sowing country and behaved like a liquor, delicacy, mountain and loaded confectionery in "Between the White Phoenix".

Inside the castle, the main house of the Rock Garden family set in two circles. Among them, "Between the White Phoenix," from the spacious seating area, you can see the garden of dead mountain waters proud of the Rock Gardener, and the wind blowing from time to time, contains a slight hint of tide.

Expressing the invisible and appealing to the five senses is what Zipang specializes in. It seemed like nothing, and the fruit of it, the calculated space, I also thought that Routout was clever.

"Well, I feel good, so let's do it. Wow, it's booze - bring more booze!

"Ha ha!

I drank three liquor barrels and was feeling drunk, so I didn't say the details, I was just laughing out loud.

Both Yahiko and Lutu spend their thoughts in the sowing country.

"Oh, my God, did you have such a working girl?"

"Come on, I don't know. But this kid, he's a pretty good worker. My hair's a little weird, but I work a lot from myself. Hey?"

"... it's a maid, so if you don't work, you're not feeling well"

"Underground? I don't know, but workers are welcome. Since my predecessors returned, it's a banquet, a banquet, another banquet. People in Castle Town are having a little fun, like an early fall festival, and they're short on manpower anyway."

"I know you're in a busy time and it's a disaster, but, well, good luck with that. If you feel comfortable, I'll give you a bun later."

"... Got it"

Even Yumiel, on this street, is completely familiar with the country of sowing.

The only thing that is still confusing is Caorle, and all the others, the Trinity, enjoy their stay in the sowing country. It also responds immediately to changes in the environment and circumstances, and blends into the circle of people in the country of sowing.

At these times, it's hard to have a personality that cares about every detail. In a very normal girl like Caorle, you can't possibly keep up with the big changes.

For example, if you were a man who could keep his pace, wherever he went, as you are, Caorle would not have been so baffled.

At all times, a man who could say he wanted to sleep, hungry, would have kept his normal mind in the exotic.

Thinking about it, maybe you're a big shot. Whether you have experience in transworldly transitions, wandering around, flip around with a rounded belly about rice in front of a great name or warlord.

Acting in this way is not something you can do with the same boldness.

Well, it may just be coarse, but your greatness of my pace was first-class, for better or worse.

"Is this the man? Hmm, that's thin."

"Humans, you can't judge just by what you look like. If your soul is strong, you can defeat the warlord. Fuhoho."

"Which, I guess I'll try. Or a dragon's balls, but fuck you?

"That's also a pleasure. Hehe."

(Shit, these people, their eyes aren't laughing)

But the roots were precious because they were cautious, or because they were called by name, and when they found themselves in a situation where they were surrounded by the samurai - they were going to pee lightly.

"Oh, you know. What can I do for you...?

In the Sanomaru of Himeji Castle, a mansion that could belong to anyone, Nobita was in the gaze of the inflexible men. The eight men dressed in tattoos stare intriguingly at the noble man sitting in the upper seat.

(What if your hobby!?

When the Miscellaneous Miscellaneous Suggested that the Warlord preferred male color, he opened his mouth on the right hand side and the giant sitting at the head.

"Where were you born, my lord?

"What?"

Utterly, Guitar Dai, who had been asked if he would take it or attack it, voiced a loose voice in an unexpected question.

"I'm asking you which country you're from."

A good man sitting at the head on the left turned toward him and offered his help boat with a soft voice.

Having come this far, and finally understanding the meaning of the question, Noble Daughter is once again stuck in words. It's not like I can't answer the question. I can say that my place of origin is the capital of Japan.

However, when I wondered if I could understand that to the Zipangs, it was a precious thing to get lost in the response.

(The only names I know of Jipang are "The Capital of Kyoto" and "The Clouds" that came out in "Another World Online". But I'm from the country to Yahiko, because I'm telling you, you can't give me a major name... even if I give you a proper name, I'm going to be suspicious. Ugh, what do we do?)

Guitar was solidified as he felt the cold sweat floating around his back.

Then a skinny man sitting in the back of the left row inquired with a strange face.

"What's up, why don't you answer? Is there something behind it?"

"Chi, no, no! Actually, I don't remember much about Zipang. I think I jumped to the edge of the continent when I was little, but I can't remember much about Zipang when I hit my head."

"Oh, my God, it was"

"I'm sorry I asked you such a lame question. You've had a hard time, too."

The samurai who accept the words of the great man from his mouth.

Guitar Dai, who thought he would be eaten down, suspicious, clapped out, and softly exhaled his breath of relief.

(What, these people are actually good people, aren't they?

Suddenly a sense of intimacy springs up against the samurai who are turning a dazzling face.

Thinking of it, Yahiko was a gentle person with a soft waist. Kaoru, Yahiko's sister, too, when she found out that Guitar was her benefactor, on the contrary, she had bowed her head so sorry.

Lowers of people bordered in the castle were well-mannered, and the men of the castle were bright and carefree.

This is Zipang - no, I guess it's called the sowing country air.

Honest, kind, serious, polite. Noble Dae smiled unexpectedly that all the people of the sowing kingdom were good, even samurai.

The samurai deepen their grin so that they are caught, and the noble daddy who sees it puts his hand behind his head and smiles lightly. Then, more and more, the samurai smiled, and your greatness changed your intuition to certainty...

"Come to think of it, it doesn't matter what you're from."

"Oh. In Zipang, power is everything. I don't care if you're strong or a peasant child."

To the samurai laughing at him, he was convinced that he could not rely on his intuition.

"Your palace. Hear that thou hast averted the sword of our Lord, Kaoru.

"This is not something anyone can do. Ho ho, I want to know, its power to dwell in you."

Eight men laughing at your greatness as if you were a serpent after prey, with no tongue at all.

Do you want to bring your university into the country of sowing, or do you want to give it a try? The samurai sitting side by side in the sitting area had brought interest and interest to their attention, sending their gaze to nobility.

"Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"This is the first time you have avoided Kaoru-sama's poking. Everyone else had their foreheads broken and their heads smashed before trying to avoid them."

A good man who blocks the words of a noble man who tries to delude himself and slaps on the facts with prickliness. He refused the exit of your greatness, as he tenderly told you.

"Even our Yagami generals can't prevent Kaoru-sama from making a serious punch"

"Grinding the eight generals?

A sloppy man in the back of the right row shrugged, as he added to the words of the honorable man.

There was a word in it that you were unfamiliar with, and you returned the words as if you had accidentally. Then the giant opened his big mouth and began to explain.

"Yes, sow eight generals. Warlords among warlords who guard all four corners, all sides of the sowing country. Three hundred men are given, the patron saint of East-West, North-South and, in the meantime, of the sowing that blinds each of the eight directions. That's General Yagami."

"I mean, there are eight legions in the sowing country, and you're all generals," he said?

"Yes."

"For that, are there a small number of subordinates? 300."

"The country of sowing is where the separation of soldiers and farmers is the country. The samurai fight and the peasants plow the fields. We share roles. For this reason, there are no more than 5,000 permanent defensemen and reservists in the country of sowing."

Instead of ashamed of the small number of soldiers, I rather felt that the nobility valued quality over quantity in the figure of a giant man who spoke proudly.

In a world where levels and skills say things, it would certainly be more efficient to focus on building elite troops. It would be more useful to train a hundred Level 200 soldiers than to have 10,000 Level 100 soldiers available.

Individual quality outweighs poor quantity in "Earth", where a thousand horsemen can be right. Your Eminence considered that the policy of sowing countries to fight other countries with excellence is reasonable in narrow jipangs.

"I mean, General Sora Eight is pretty great among the most elite samurai...... sorry to sit in your seat"

And instantly decided to go down to earth.

"Oh, your palace. Keep your head up!

"Please go back to your seats!

"No, but"

Grinding eight generals who take the arms of a sinister nobleman and make him stand, trying to somehow put him in his original position. The more they recommended, the more constricted they would be, the smaller citizen they were still rooted in, just like Caorle.

"Your Grand Hall is the benefactor who brought Yahiko. How can such a person be seated in the lower seat? Please keep your palace in your seat."

"Oh, really? So..."

Noble Dae, who thought it would be rude to be recommended so far and refused, reluctantly lowered his back to the upper seat.

"No, but I still don't feel comfortable, ha"

Giggling nobly, Yu Man smiles back.

"It's okay. As I have said many times, your palace is a benefactor. The return of Master Yahiko is the grief of our Lord. Respect your great palace for what you have done, and you will not be disgusted."

"That was because I had a lutoo..."

Being unfamiliar with being praised, Noble Dae couldn't stand the gaze of a good man staring straight at him, and squirming at you for something, he let his gaze slip away.

I guess I learned to be familiar with the way it was. Until earlier, the eight generals of Soba, who had exposed their ambitions and plots, had slightly loosened their cheeks. I was still caught, and you smiled lightly.

In the sitting area, for a moment, warm air spread - or so I could see.

"But anyway, I had trouble with Yahiko's grandson. Even with the same name as our master, it's not what we do. No hegemony, no strength. If you ask me, I've never even held a spear. I was delighted to have a direct successor, but it was only a pleasure."

First your daiichi froze upon the words of one sown eight generals.

"Oh, right. Mostly, as a freak, he's like a rat. It is not the vessel of the lord."

"Yahiko's youngest son is the owner of a diner. Now your son is hopeless."

"Yeah, I think so too"

The Soaring Eight generals talk about the caorle in a light condition.

The look on your face lost color as the story progressed.

"Because it's a direct line, it's also a hassle to work out. The succession will be decided as planned, by the executives of the branch... so to speak. Sorry to bother you, but can you just take Master Caorle home? Oh, of course, I don't mind if your palace stays as long as you want. If you want, let's hold him as a diner. If only Lord Caorle would do it far away. What do you say, it's not a bad story?

A middle-bodied samurai said with a nasty grin.

That became a decisive word.

"Your palace? Listen...?

Something cold stroked his neck.

It was the peak of a knife. It was a dull, shining metal. Return the blade and it was an object that could sever the artery.

A moment later, cold sweat erupted from the body of General Soba.

Whose fault is it? I saw that.

How did it work? I could see that far.

But I couldn't even get up. The fierce generals, with more than two hundred soul powers, even froze their souls in the 'death' that stroked their neck muscles.

I barely see it, but I can't prevent it. I can follow you with my eyes, but there's nothing I can do. At a speed as if it were a haunted princess and a poke of incense, General Sora Hachi had all become rigid.

"I don't want it because I'm weak. I don't want to be my master because I'm weak. I can see that. It's a warring country, so I don't think we have a choice."

After stroking the neck of General Soo Ba, Noble Dae, who was traveling to the corner of the room, shrugged and groaned at the knife of his escape.

"Even I don't think Caorle is for the lords of the great powers. 'Cause you're weak. I think maybe the flow arrow just hit him and he dies. But..."

Hostility spreads through the room. Your power presses the air in the room.

The air compressed to its limit, shortly afterwards, bounced heavily.

"Don't let a weak man say something worthless! If a weak guy is worthless, even you guys are weaker than me. Try garbage! Caorle is a caorle, and there are so many good things about it! He's weak, but he's better than you guys!

To the Eight Generals, hardened by waterfall-like sweat, Guitar struck his voice with anger.

He voiced his furious, angry, and still gushing anger.

"I wish for a country like this from this side. You don't have to tell me. I'm taking Caorle out of here!

And your daughters, roughly unleashed the obstacle, and went away from the room in loud footsteps.

General Sora Eight, in the meantime, could not utter a word.

Enough after you left the sitting area.

Bumped with hostility similar to his killing intentions, General Sora Eight stared into the void with a rugged expression, some holding his fist, and some with a toothpick.

"- Jun make it! Where's Junjo!

Looking from your boss, a good man sitting in front of you on his left raised his voice out loud.

From that face a soft smile peeled off, instead appearing an angry face like King Jen.

"Ha, ha, here"

I guess I kept it in the next room. A tough young man showed up with his handicap open, kneeling one knee by the honorable man.

"Jun make it!

Yu man turned bright red in his face and splashed his spit out of his open mouth.

The neat face no longer has a shadow to see, but is ugly and distorted with anger. The young man, called Toshiaku, shrunk himself in the fury of the evil spiritual generals.

"Toshio, you!

And the good guy with the bright red face shook up his right hand -.

"I don't think so."

I pounded and gently poked my handsome head.

"Operation Dodge, you failed."

"Uhm, nasty"

"No, I'm sorry. My handsome boy is late."

"Ugh, excuse me"

In the loose air as soon as possible, Yu Man bows his head around looking sorry. One hand of a handsome young man who follows him and bows his head, he says, 'A dodgy success!' and there was a wooden board written in a Zhu pen.

"That's why I said. I don't want to do anything about it, but I want you to honestly give me a shot."

"No, but then you might get out of hand, wouldn't you? To see what your palace really meant, there was nothing else to piss me off about. Besides, if I soothed it with dodginess, I was able to be friendly and two birds a stone... but I failed."

"Ugh, excuse me. I couldn't move because my body was choking."

"Ho ho, barely in that one. I'm in danger, too. I almost wet myself."

"No, that was awesome. If that's the case, I won't even take Kaoru-sama's hand."

"No, no, maybe stronger than Kaoru-sama"

"No, not in boulders. Wow."

The Eight Gentlemen of Soba continue to reflect on the adorable and frightening masterpieces.

In the battlefield, death, martial arts and feared, they are also, after all, the people of a good sowing nation of men. Your intuition was not, in a way, a mistake.

"Then the dodgy creator, Lord Omaru, will apologize to your grandfather on our behalf."

"I'm sorry for what you said, Mr. Caorle, but I'm not serious. Tell him properly."

"Yes... Junjo, follow me"

"I'll do it right."

Himeji Castle Sanomaru was still engulfed in the air today.