I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

Well, first, let's check the status quo. I found out that I had been reincarnated into a baby. I was a little surprised, but I've heard of the reincarnation, so I don't think it's that confusing. Looks like he's been reborn again. I wish I had been born of animals, insects, etc.... for now, I'm relieved.

I wonder where he's reborn next. Just move your neck and look around.

... in what countryside? At least not in Japan. I've never seen a Rojas house like this. I may be using Rojas a little wrong, but I don't mind.

First of all, the bed I'm sleeping in. I know it's made of wood, but at least it's not made in Japan. Too coarse to make. To be perfectly clear, it's a "Mikan Box." It might be closer to saying, "A wooden box containing imports sent by sea from overseas around South America." There are many gaps, and the thickness of the plate is uneven and feathered. When I touch it, it stings and hurts.

It is a cloth that is laid in it, but it is as hard as hemp and has rough eyes. When I move my face, it rubs and hurts a little. The irritation is too strong for baby's soft skin. I'm about to cry.

Except for the bed, the thick beams running through the ceiling are splendid, but the house itself is rough.

The wall is like a prominent earthen wall with bumps and irregularities. There is no glass in the window frame that appears to be made of wood on the right hand side, and the board that appears to be made of wood is still supported by a wooden bar. A chair with a backrest by the bed is also made of wood and is no different from a bed. The door that you can see behind your left feet is also wooden. Overall, it is a creation that recalls the famous Showa anime. Girl in the mountains.

And there are no lights on the ceiling. I can't even find a wire to get the electricity through. Because there is no ceiling, there is nothing to hide. On the contrary, as far as I can see, I can't find anything called an appliance. The wall on my head is probably an oil lamp. Something like luggage is placed on the opposite side of the door on the foot, but it does not look like an appliance. Maybe there's clothes in it.

Hey, aren't the lights on? Is that possible? Even in the depths of the jungle, you can still use the Internet.

Speaking of which, I have heard that there are communities living abroad that rule out any mechanical civilization, such as naturalistic regression. They don't even use electric appliances, cars, refrigerators, lights, or even bicycles. Horses move their feet, food is stored in smoked or dried meat, ice rooms, etc., and candles, torches, and oil lamps are used for lighting. It seems that the emergency telephone at the village chief's house is the only machine. Maybe that's the kind of community we have here. If so, it would be a bit harsh. It is impossible to abandon all this to a man immersed in modern civilization. You can't go back to life like you did in the Edo period.

If we grow up to be independent, we don't have to think about going out.

When I thought about it, the door opened and someone came in. A middle-aged outsider. A woman puts together a long dark brown hair behind her. It stands out as being deeply carved and Western. My nose is a little tall and I'm not a beauty, but it's not trivial. As far as I'm concerned, it seems kind. Are you about 30 years old?

She is a little tall by 160cm. The shape is slim, but it seems to have a lot of unevenness.

The outfit is a short brown vest on a less thick raw shirt, a simple knee-length skirt in moss green. I think it has been worn for a long time, and I feel a little grassy.

Is this my mother?

Hmm, it looks foreign after all. If we can talk, we'll be able to roughly identify the location.

I can handle English. Otherwise, it may be a bit harsh. By the way, the university's second foreign language was German, but I hardly remember it anymore! Ghhhhh! That's about it.

"Ah, boy, did you wake up?

Japanese dialect!? Looks like a magimon outsider is talking and feels very uncomfortable! What do you mean, this is Japan?

"Well, it's salted plum with good time, so drink your mother's milk.

I knew it was Japanese. It's a suspicious dialect. I was wondering if other languages are automatically translated in the brain due to the special abilities of the baby, but there is no difference between the mouth movement and the sound that can be heard. I definitely speak Japanese. What's that supposed to mean?

When I thought about it, it was lifted out of bed. The woman sits on a chair by the bed and puts me on her lap so that she can hold me with her right arm. And, basically, take off the button on your vest and shirt and... oh!? Put it on down there! Estimated C!!

"Hee, then, from the right.

No, ma'am, Akan, let's go first! My husband is coming home!!

Whatever you say, you can't beat your appetite. It's not lust, is it? Really? Babies are still irrational or hungry through hunger earlier. I wonder if this is instinct. So, if you'll excuse me.

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Thank you for your meal. I wonder, did you add a little condensed milk to the thin, low-fat milk? Yeah, it tasted nutritious. I'm full.

After being slapped on the back with a pound, he goes back to bed again.

"Nh, I haven't come out yet.

My crotch is twitching. No, by the way, only the diapers are made of soft fabric with simple stitching on top.

"Then I'll come back to the field and be a good boy.

My cheeks were punipped with my fingertips. It's a bit rough with hard fingertips, but I feel love. It's not bad.

Hmm, apparently we're farmers. Self-sufficiency is natural in the community, so it's not strange for farmers. But Japanese is a mystery. I've never heard of such a community in Japan. There is no reason to use Japanese in a foreign country.

... how about this? This is Japan after all, but I think it is a very future. Internationalization progressed, and outsiders lived in Japan in an extremely normal way, but because of global mutations, civilization declined and returned to medieval levels after many years.

There is no possibility. It's not like he was reborn right after he died, and it's not strange after hundreds of years.

Anyway, check it out.

I'm still a baby now and there's hardly anything I can do. Ask your parents not to divulge their stories and gather judgment materials to see what the situation is like. The policy for the future comes from that.

I hear footsteps coming from the door. Anybody here? Her mother also noticed and walked to the door. Then the door opens momentum and the middle-aged man comes in again. You seem to be in a lot of a hurry, and your breath is rough.

"You're in a hurry, you're just...

Huh, is this man my father?

She is a little short of 180cm. Brown vest on top of raw shirt without collar and simple beige cotton bread on bottom. The length is a little short.

The arms peeking from the buttoned chest and rolled sleeves tighten and burn in the sun. I don't think I'm hungry, and you can call me Fine Macho.

The face is still deeply carved and has a well-formed nose bridge under the cool eyes. Even though it looks like an elegant man with a long face, I get a wild impression thanks to the beard on the tip of my chin. Her hair is light blonde and bobcut in length behind her like a ponytail.

I mean handsome, blow it up!

No, no, thanks for being handsome. That means I'm bleeding too. You can expect a little in the future.

"There's a monster coming out of the woods! Dent's just going to let Milord know. It's just... You stay here and hide with the boy! Hey, I'm going to help Milord.

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... eh?

Monster!? Does that mean this is a different world!? Seriously!?

Ah, I'm a little out. Nyan.