I Become a Staff Officer in the Demon Army, but I Can Only Do Office Work!

Misakah Yayoi is a fox tribe.

A race with foxtails and fox-ears in a human form, as if reading and writing. It is a species of several demons and subhumans.

But in the case of Misaka Yayoi, it is not like the Fox clan of the same. She is a pure, or biological, Fox tribe, with different appearances and magical and magical aptitudes.

The pure Fox tribe was reduced in number of its individuals by repeated attacks by the human army, which chased and scattered their homeland. I lost pure blood because I interacted with other races in the process.

The blood thins and the community sprays away, as well as the characteristic culture that the Fox tribe had, is disappearing.

Typical examples range from language, natural beliefs, worship of all things, the concept of anthropomorphism, distinctive ethnic clothing unlike other races, family styles, values and, at the end of the day, magical theories and ideas.

Now, Misaka Yayoi, raw as one of the few pure species of the Fox tribe with such an unusual culture, has a certain ambition.

Perhaps achieving that ambition is her goal in life.

And fortunately, there's just the ingredients in front of her right now that will allow her to achieve that ambition.

"... soybeans, onions, and more... uh... oh, soy sauce... where have you been"

Literally, the ingredients were all there.

Well, Misaka Yayoi has ambitions.

It is a rebirth of the Fox culture that is being lost. As a first step, she tried to do it from her stomach.

That choice is not wrong.

I'm not wrong......

"Okay."

There was no one at the Missaca Design Bureau who would stick "why is that" into a young girl who wears cooking clothes and puts on a mood. Because the way it looked was so loving.

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One day.

Rare to the station bureau...... not necessarily, but a rare person came alone.

"... something you want to try?

"Yeah. I just made it... I don't know how it works"

Misaka Yayoi.

Foxes. That's it.

No, in more detail, at the age of 12, she was the chief engineer of the Massachusetts Design Bureau, and the Panjandrum. She is a beautiful young girl, a genius in a different sense than Leona of the IGAD, who developed Tatibana.

It is unusual for Mr. Yayoi to come here alone.

I usually go to the design office (mainly for rice), and when I need her to come to the barracks station, I don't know who to follow. With Leona or something breaking down the door.

I wonder if she was a little leeway or backhanded and twisted.

I would have to deal with this place as an otna gentleman.

"Cohon"

And there's a blatant cough from Mr. Sophia.

"... nothing, right?

"No, I didn't say anything?

I said something. It wasn't that attitude, was it?

Mr. Sophia doesn't even hate Mr. Yayoi hairy. I'm just watching to make sure I don't do anything weird.

Nothing, I won't do anything, it's true. Believe me. Trust Me.

"............... for now, would you two like a cup of tea or coffee?

"Oh, this time with green tea"

"Oh, is that the unfinished tea leaf of the example? I don't know what to do with it."

And where Mr. Sophia was about to say, Mr. Yayoi's lips bent to the shape to. Yayoi, who has few emotional ups and downs, is.

When they make fun of anything they like, it's something any saint would be hit with a goo.

"Mr. Yayoi likes that."

"... that's an unusual hobby"

"Because the world is wide."

Anyway, let Mr. Sophia brew you some tea. Before Mr. Yayoi gets clean. I'd love to see what attitude she takes when she's angry, but if she can't get her hands on it, it's hard, so calm down, calm down.

Mr. Sophia, I'm not always such a bad person, but what happened?

but she was the only one who questioned the taste of green tea, but her brewed green tea was better than me or Mr. Yayoi could brew.

Looking at Mr. Yayoi, she seemed to feel the same way, alternating between tea and Mr. Sophia.

The tea leaves are supposed to be the same because they were given to me by Mr. Yayoi's handover... I knew Mr. Sofia was more of a secretary than a secretary...

... Yeah, let's not do this any more. Get in your face and Mr. Sophia will read your thoughts.

"So, what's going on today?

"Oh, yeah...... Uh, this is it..."

And, Mr. Yayoi puts the sole through the sleeve of his witch's clothes.

Moment after moment, Mr. Sophia took about seven steps back as he pulled his face apart.

Uh, yeah. I still don't see who you are, but I figured that out.

"... Nato, right?"

"Yeah. Nato"

It is natto.

I found it to be natto, say before opening or sealing liberation. I can tell by the smell.

This guy's a cunt! The smell of fermented food is pumping!

I've never met such food before!

I feel like I can hear Mr. Sophia's heart. No, she didn't meet Nato for the first time.

But I'm pretty sure that smell is tougher than the natto I always eat at the design office.

I wonder if there's a limit to how much I liked Nato that I was letting something like that sneak into my witch's clothes.

"What's wrong with Nato"

"... eh. Nato is delicious, isn't it?

Right? Mr. Sophia was shaking his head to the side after I said it. They are then hunted down to the wall. You're the one who calls it the tragedy of the late werewolf tribe with the smell of wolves.

"Well, I agree or disagree, I think I'm delicious"

By the way, I'm a pie with soy sauce and sauce in the natto and nothing else. You can rinse and forgive leeks, but you can't add egg yolks.

"Yeah. Well, good for the body..."

"Right."

I don't know how far nutritional science is going in this world, but I'm pretty sure Nato is known overseas as as a healthy food (and as a food that emits intense odors).

... I have a kind of bad feeling about it.

"... so, natto,... thought I'd feed the Demon King's Army"

…………

Okay, here's the story.

Once upon a time, when Uncle Adolph became friends with Japan, he believed that it was in fermented foods, starting with natto, that the Japanese could remain a formidable warrior.

Uncle Adolph immediately fed his own people the same - and, naturally, seemed disapproved.

It's an urban legend of eyebrows, but that kind of story came up in my brain.

Making natto, which chooses humans who even eat the same Japanese, a food for the Demon King's Army... Yeah, well, what is it?

"Let's not?

"What..."

No, I don't want you to have those sad eyes.

The army and mesi are extremely sensitive and a matter that needs consideration. Sometimes there are armies with bad mesh and rebellion.

What would happen if we dropped a bomb called Nato on such an army?

I hate you like Mr. Sophia, which is still cuter. Worst case scenario, I get killed.

"I know very well that natto is a good food, and I like natto, but I don't think it's right for military food."

"Why... I worked so hard to make it"

That said, Mr. Yayoi opens the bag.

You all know it wasn't the yarn pulling natto that came out of it - it wasn't.

"It's dried natto."

"Yeah. The best way to store it for a long time is to dry it..."

Well, sure. Dried persimmons and potatoes last longer. Dry natto was also sold as an emergency food in modern Japan.

It is nutritious and light and not inconvenient for transport. It is the best food for the Demon King's army.

Except to say that the smell is as intense as ever.

No, this, the smell is shifting to other supplies.

"... no?

"No, sir."

"Do you really...?

No, it's against the rule to nod your eyes up there.

"Oh, you know, Master Misaka? May I ask?

……

Ms. Sophia has been asking questions while holding her nose by her hand as the stench can stand in for her.

"Why are you eating so much? Regardless of the food, I don't think you need to stick to the uncomfortable nuts at the barracks..."

And, of course, she said.

It's also a story that ends there if they do say "no". Even if Mr. Yayoi is a child who loves natto, he can't believe he let Nato be recruited into the food of the Demon King's Army to carry out rice terrorism everywhere.

In response to such a question, the reply from Mr Yayoi was not short. After waiting patiently, he finally opened his mouth.

"... because if someone doesn't tell you, you shouldn't"

and.

He wants to inherit the almost extinct Fox culture in some way...

I see. Well, I don't even know why.

So if Nato survives in the army, it's possible to rebuild? Something is so wrong...

Yeah, but it's getting harder to say no when I hear this story...

But I can agree with Mr. Yayoi's purpose. Because, to put it this way, it is the cultural protection of minorities.

Well, that's not what I'm talking about.

"Mr. Yayoi. Nato cannot be handled by the Demon King's Army. Because I have a lot of problems."

"... Yes"

Her ears, tail and eyebrows lowered, along with her impatient reply. My heart hurts.

I have no choice.

I guess I can't call it an otna response just to poke Lori that's bothering me so far.

The point is, should we spread the Nato culture?

"So, Mr. Yayoi, let's build a store!

The moment I suggested that, Mr. Yayoi tilted his neck and exhaled a huge sigh from Mr. Sophia behind him.