Isekai Ryouridou

No major failures or accidents ensued, and the Tour-Dins were able to complete their celebratory dishes by sundown.

A large number of blood clans have gathered in the Zaza family square, and burning fires are burning here and there. When the iron pot was then placed on the stone kamado that had been assembled for the feast, the parental graph-zaza entered the center of the square.

"Looks like you're ready to celebrate. Two names to tie the edge of a new blood, here!

Humans gathered in the square start sounding strange songs with low voices.

It is a song of celebration, passed down to the northern clan.

It was a strange melody, a voice that crawled through the earth but made those who strangely listened solemnly comfortable.

The northern clan weighs more ancient lessons than any other clan.

So this is also, I'm sure, a lesson that goes on from when our forefathers lived in the black woods of Jagal.

To be guided by that melody, two young men and women have walked to the center of the hall.

I will give you a wedding on this day, the eldest brother of Zaza's branch and the next sister of the main house of Havilla. Both had their hands taken by their own mothers, with several families following behind them.

Before the ritual fire, which was heavily burned, the women of Zaza, Dom and Gene's main house await.

They were also chanting a song of celebration, throwing herbs into the ritual fire.

Sphilla-Zaza and Lem-Dom are also part of that circle.

Dressed in banquet costumes, they were no less beautiful than the bride of the day.

But after all, the most beautiful would have been the bride.

The figure, wrapped in a seven-colored, shimmering outfit and with many ornaments, was divinely illuminated by the ritual fire.

Eventually, the bridegroom and bride kneel before the ritual fire.

Standing behind it were the women, the companions of Graf-Zaza.

Celebration songs are covered with new tones.

The men started pounding Gibba's bones.

An atmosphere that may seem unusual is beginning to fill the square.

In that, the names of the two forming a new bond were told to the bloodline and the Mother Forest, and a grass crown exchange took place.

Gibba's bones are pounded with crazy momentum.

Some time later, when Graf-Zaza poked his right arm up into heaven, its tone ripped off perfectly.

"Here we have a new bond between Zaza and Havilla! Share that joy with your blood family!

An angelic cheer unleashes into the dark sky.

That's how the feast began.

Firstly, fruit liquor is dispensed, and then dozens of blood families flock together.

"This one will be a dish called pasta. It may be hard to eat, but be sure to eat."

Tour-din calls diligently on those who have approached his partition.

The majority of the people looked around at the wooden dishes arranged on the table with a candley face.

"What is this? How am I supposed to eat this?

"Yes. We divide the paste into small wooden dishes, so we eat them over there with the warming broth."

But people, they didn't really try to move.

There, a slightly larger figure approaches.

"Oh, here you are. You're so small, it's hard to find when you're in a shadow."

It was George-Zaza, the youngest brother of Zaza's main house.

The men wear furs and skulls even at the banquet hall. Under that fur, Georg-Zaza was laughing bravely.

"Which, let's start with your dish. Aren't you going to eat?

"Mm-hmm. I don't know if I'm better at this than usual."

"Come on. It's in strange shape, but this guy's a poignant. You don't have to butt in anything."

With a small plate of pasta taken apart by another woman, George-Zaza moves on.

There, two kinds of sauces were prepared.

"Hmm. I think I've seen this red one before."

"Yes. I chopped the giva meat into pieces and simmered it with tarapa, etc., which is called mi-tosu. On the white side, I use caron's milk."

"Um, no juice stewed Giva's bones?

"Excuse me," Tool-din bowed his head to George-Zaza, who looked dissatisfied.

"That dish takes time to make, and you're going to need a very expensive ingredient called dried seagrass. I thought it would be inappropriate for the Zaza family feast, so I stopped."

"Hmm. Well, sure, if you wear too many copper coins, my dad's so loud."

Georg-Zaza chose a source of caron milk while keeping her lips together.

Taste is close to 'Carbonara' sold in Inn Town. The ingredients used are Giva rose meat, aria and nanal.

"Hmm," said George-Zaza, teasing and eating it with a wooden spoon broken into three strands.

"Not as good as that broth, but this is delicious too"

"Yes. Thank you."

"This wouldn't even cause my fathers to complain.... you guys aren't eating?

Other people who were eager to see how George-Zaza was doing were finally going to put their hands up with it.

Using a wooden spoon as you can see, carry two kinds of pasta into your mouth. Most humans looked out for surprises with it.

"I knew it was odd to eat. Is this really Poitan?

"Yes. Mixed with other fuwanos, eggs, etc., but half of them are poignant."

"Uhm. Slippery and hard to eat when you stick... but the broth hanging on top tastes good without complaining"

Since Tour-Din will also be keeping Kamado at the feast for the fourth time, it was a good time for the people of the northern settlements to be much more accustomed to rare dishes.

It was therefore the people of Dhana and Havilla who were befalling the greater surprise. Today is Havilla's human wedding, so a larger number of families are invited than the usual feast. All of you, regardless of gender or age, were looking up to you.

"I heard rumors, but that's a lot of incredible food"

"I wonder why you are deliberately taking this form. The broth is good, so it seems like you should eat a regular baked potato."

"I don't know. I think I taste better this way. I'm sure it's a little hard to eat."

It still seemed to me to give a lot of confusion to the people who hadn't even had a chance to mouth the dish very elaborately yet.

While boiling the new pasta, Tour-Din again makes him try to bow his head "sorry".

"I think this is the most unusual dish prepared today. I don't think other dishes can be difficult to eat, so go ahead -"

"No, you don't have to apologize for anything. I think I'm delicious."

And one young man smiled and raised his voice like that.

He is not wearing fur or skull, so he is a Havilla or Dana man. Very smooth physique, but much younger on its side. The age seemed to be about seventeen or eight at most.

"Every time I'm entertained with a celebratory dish, this guy seems exceptionally delicious. That's right, Tour-Din."

"Oh, thank you. Wow, did you know my name...?

"There's no way I can forget that name. I always get this kind of joy."

The man smiled with such a clear face.

As Tour-Din is making his eyes black and white, George-Zaza, who realizes it, approaches us.

"This is the eldest brother of Havilla's main house. You should have looked more or less at the wedding banquet here these days."

"Oh, my father prefers to leave a message, so he's had the good fortune of me mouthing Tul-din's cooking."

When the feast takes place in the settlement of Zaza, generally the head of the family or his traces will take the offering with him. Therefore, only such a few people, even in Dana and Havilla, speak of the cuisine of celebration.

"But today, Dana and Havilla are going to be invited by most people. Everyone will be reminded that my words are not false."

"Hmm? What are you talking about?

"So I'm talking about whether Tour-Din is great or not. The women are telling me I should go to the north settlement more often and get laid, but they don't really listen to me."

"That's well, I guess the women are not quite willing to take their feet alone. Even the most powerful of us have worshipped the names of our parents and elders."

Apparently, there were times when he was close in age, and George-Zaza and this elder brother of Havilla were casual patterns.

There seems to be nothing to be cowering about, even against George-Zaza, the parent muscle and chieftaincy muscle, but also the trace of the main house. The house isn't that far either. I guess they got to bond properly.

Glad to hear that, Tour-Din had always remembered daytime events.

I turned away from Tour-Din, who had fallen and broken the water bottle, biting my lips the whole time, those Dana women - I had the opportunity to exchange words with her several times, too, until the sun went down, but in those eyes I felt a much more disturbing light.

(I wonder if Dana was more willing to resent Sung than Havilla... or if somewhere I bought my own resentment...?

I'm not sure if she pushed Tour-Din.

It was just supposed to be certain that she had some feelings for Tour-Din.

"... Nevertheless, Tour-Din wears stunning ornaments"

and Havilla's eldest brother, who was eating pasta with meat sauce, has stated so.

Tool-din, who pulled the boiled pasta over the iron net, asks him to say yes.

"Ko, this is an ornament given to you by the nobles of Castle Town. While I was helping Asta, I was able to connect the edges..."

"Oh, I hear you're selling dishes to the noble princess. It's coming from the Zazas."

Havilla's eldest brother smiled with a very gentle face.

"I wasn't surprised to hear that story. That's all you have, Tour-Din."

"Hmm. You seem a lot obsessed with Tour-Din. He's not old enough to be married yet, is he?

George-Zaza said that with a face that seemed a lot less interesting.

Havilla's eldest brother looks back at you with a smile.

"I don't feel that way and want to compliment Tour-Din. I'm just impressed with your skill as a man."

"I wonder. Havilla, as the eldest brother in the main house, it seems like you should wear it for a little while."

"I'm older than George-Zaza, so I wouldn't even wish Tul-din to marry me. Nothing to worry about."

"Beh, I'm not worried about anything!

As George-Zaza raised his voice out loud, the people around him withdrew frighteningly.

But Havilla's eldest brother laughs with pleasure.

"With Lem-Dom gone, Georg Zaza lost his wife, too. Let's have a drink, if you like."

"Hmm! Big favor!

George-Zaza flicked the hunter's clothes and walked away.

Havilla's eldest brother laughs at Tour-Din, "See you later," then goes after him.

"... How old is Tool-Din?

And the women of Dom, who worked by the way, asked.

"I'm eleven," the women smile, "Really?"

"You have four more years left until I can give you a wedding. By then, I'm sure there will be a lot of men wishing to be married."

"Yes, no way..."

Thur-din was supposed to make his face red and nagging.

There, a new shadow approaches.

Tul-din, who raised his face, was struck by a mild surprise. It was the chief, Graf-Zaza.

"Dear Tour-Din, thank you again for your festive partition today"

"Yes. I hope you can help me, while not extending."

The other ladies and the people who were gathered in the herd were all saluting Graf-Zaza.

In the northern settlements, parental parents and chiefs are so present. So Graf-Zaza, too, should not have usually sat in the chief's seat and wandered around the square much.

It is the Graph-Zaza with the most quintessential appearance of Thur-din to know.

Donda-Lou of the Lou family also has an unbeatable style to it, but for wearing Gibba's fur from his head, Graf-Zaza looks more horrible. He was also better than Dick-Dom in terms of physique, but he was only seventeen years younger and more of a sedentary temperament.

"Over there, the women of Din and Lid also seemed to work without a shortage. Every time I invite you to a feast, I can see that you're raising your arms as Kamadoku's number."

"Yes. Thanks to Chief Graf-Zaza for allowing us to help Fa's house"

While remembering the tremendous tension, Tour-Din let him try to answer it that way.

Though there have also been more opportunities to exchange words with Graf-Zaza, it is still hard to get used to this force.

"Hmm... but until I allowed my blood clan to help me with the job to determine what Fa's house did. I hadn't even dreamed that his family would be invited to Castle Town by name or sell food to nobles."

Under the upper jaw of Gibba's fur, George-Zaza's eyes are burning like beasts.

Tour-Din endured that glare as he grabbed his outfit in the shadow of the platform.

"Even the Lew family's kame number, which has been intimate with Fa's house for the longest time, has not led to such a situation... I wonder why that is?

"Isn't that because...... Din's house was closer to Fa's house than Lew's and had more chances of being handled? Besides, Lew's house was so early that we started doing business on our own… I think we were going to spend longer time with Asta"

Graph-Zaza snorted, "Hmm..." again.

"Whatever it is, doing business in town will be laid down at the next Conference of Parents. Until then, encourage your work without forgetting your role."

"Yes. Roger that."

"... so this is a story that has nothing to do with anything..."

And Graf-Zaza grinned.

"It wasn't quite uncomfortable for my blood clan to be seen as superior to the Kamadu number of the Lou family. It may be a childish antagonism, but I've been poking horns at them for a long time, so there's only been one. Competing for power isn't a shameful thing to do as a forest people."

"Yeah? That's..."

"Bullshit. Listen to me. You just have to do your job."

Thus Graf-Zaza walked away, holding a wood plate of dishes handed to the ladies.

The women who had eaten Gene's years pounded on Tul-din's shoulder.

"It's been a long time since Graf-Zaza and I had a childish smile like that, but it's a hiccup. Sounds like you're a lot liked, Tool-din."

"Oh, is that so...? I don't know..."

"If you didn't, you wouldn't even come out to say hello to yourself in the first place. Your power is well recognized by the chief."

Tour-Din was to be disturbed in many ways.

It is a great misconception that I am superior to the Lew family's Kamadoku number, etc., and I have no desire to compete with others. Being over-expected was extremely painful for Tour-Din.

On the other hand, Graf-Zaza recognized the power - even the impossible pride flooded my chest. Tour-din was about to get his chest clogged just to say that he was a forest chief, a parent muscle head of his own house, and that Graf-Zaza, with all that harsh temper, was screwed with hard work and laughed at.

(This is all thanks to Asta too... and to all my fellow countrymen by the woods for forgiving me the sins of the Sung family)

Thur-din snuck up under his tearful eyes.

Then the women of Gene raised their voices, "Oooh."

"Now Sufila-Zazai. The next person in Zaza's main house is going to be the next person."

When Tour-Din looked up, it was certainly where Sphyla-Zaza approached us.

And the other, I can also see the women walking with their wrists grabbed by Sphilla-Zaza.

Realizing who it was, Tour-Din decided to shrug himself.

It was the young women of Dhana, who had an evil vibe.

"Tour-din, I need to talk to you for a second, okay?

"Oh, I have a job to do..."

"I won't let you have that much time. Please."

There was still room for the number of pasta, and the other ladies were taught how to add and subtract fire and use hourglasses. Even if Tour-Din leaves the scene, he won't have any immediate trouble.

Tul-din, ready, advanced to the Sphyla-Zazas.

"Thank you," he said, moving away from Sphyla-Zazahakadu.

Eventually, after walking to the corner of a less shadowy square, Sphilla-Zaza stopped.

"Come on, let's talk about it again."

Speaking in a harsh voice, Sphyla-Zaza took her hands off the Dana ladies.

Dana's ladies are gently nagging and biting her lips. It has the same expression as it showed in Kamadu's cabin.

"What is it? It doesn't make sense if I don't speak from your mouth."

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"Do you want to annoy Dana's family as well? Then call your parents here and reveal the truth."

Although it was Sfira-Zaza, who had often recently given a calm expression, his eyes were filled with a fierce glance of paternal concession.

While turning away to escape its light, the women of Dhana shook their voices, "I..."

"I... bumped into Tul-din in Kamado's cabin, and I caught him in the eye of danger... and without apologizing, I ran away"

"Why did you imitate that? If you didn't mean it, you'd just have to say a word, wouldn't you?

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"Or was it deliberate?

Sphyla-Zaza's eyes erupted a fierce flame.

Tour-Din accidentally takes it into his hands.

"Also, it's already here, Sphilla-Zaza! I didn't get hurt..."

"No. We can't overlook stories like this. How can you forgive me for keeping my blood-style Tour-Din thrust, without an apology, and with such an attitude?

What distinguished Sphilla-Zaza from his father and brother was their deposition, which did not rough up his voice no matter how intense it was. Only his eyes glow in a mess, and his face is as if he were going to sweep cold.

"Not to mention, if that was intentional, it would be an obvious sin, to bring discord to the bloodline. You didn't forget the woodland code of punishment for sin, did you?

Dana's ladies were chewing on her lips, shuddering and shuddering.

There, multiple shadows creep closer together.

"Sphilla-Zaza, please wait! He didn't have any offense!

Tour-Din was to be struck by a new surprise.

It was the other Dana ladies, who were handy to Tour-Din, and George-Zaza - and the eldest brother of the Havilla main house.

"What does no offense mean? If it were true, it would not have escaped without wabbing."

When Sphyla-Zaza turned her eyes, the women also stood "hissed".

Then George-Zaza, who lowered the earthen bottle of fruit liquor, raises his voice, "Whoa."

"If you had those eyes, most women wouldn't be able to move, would they? If you want to talk peacefully, you need to calm down first."

"An extra favor. What have you come to do, Georg?

"I was just drinking with Havilla's eldest brother. Then the women will change their blood."

"Oh. Everything is heard from these women"

and Havilla's eldest brother advanced with an apologetic face.

"I didn't think so... Is this all the commotion I caused?

At that moment, Dana's women, who were biting her lips, burst into the spot with a wail.

"Sorry...... everything is my fault...... I have badly imitated Tour-din from my shallow thoughts......"

Sphilla-Zaza looked around at everyone on the spot, whilst hissing his eyebrows.

It was Havilla's eldest brother who responded to that gaze.

"I did something I'm really sorry about. As a matter of fact... it was between me and this girl who made the wedding promise. I haven't spoken to your parents yet."

"... what the hell is that?

"So that... I thought this girl might have offended me because I chewed up Tool-Din's dishes so much... hey, I knew it?

The women shook their heads powerlessly, advancing their knees to the feet of Thur-din.

With that hand trembling small, I grab Tour-Din's hand.

"I swear, I didn't mean it... I'm just jealous of you, I envy you... I really didn't feel like bowing my head to you... I'm a shallow woman..."

"That's not true. It wasn't enough for me. Tour-din, Sphilla-Zaza, please forgive this girl. It's all because of my shallowness."

Sphyla-Zaza hid his fiercely burning eyes in his eyelids, sighing deeply.

"So you're saying that you're too jealous to cook Tul-din? Tool-din is only eleven, right?

"Oh, yeah. So after all, it's on me. I'm really sorry."

Then the other woman, who was anxiously squeezing her hands, raised her voice, "Yes," she said.

"Tool-din has a good amount of cleverness, or the men who give him a wedding with Tool-din are happy people, so much so that even I, listening beside him, was often outraged. Even if they're young ladies, I don't think it's up to you to praise them like that."

"Really, I didn't mean to. I was just impressed by a delicious dish."

There is no way the words around her are in her ears, and Dana's ladies are shaking her shoulders as she grabs Tour-Din's hand.

Tour-Din knelt down on the spot and let him squeeze his hand back.

"Duh, please raise your face. I don't care about anything."

"... but I have done terrible things to you..."

"Didn't your body just bump into each other a little? I couldn't see my surroundings either, so it was careless of you."

Dana's women raised their faces roughly.

That face wet in tears looked a lot younger than I thought. When I was biting my tight lips, I was like someone else.

"... I was a Sung family person, so I was wondering if they resented me for it. If it wasn't, I'd rather be happy."

"Eh... I would never, ever do such a thing..."

"Yes, so I'm glad."

Tour-Din, with all his best thoughts, made him laugh.

"The only way to raise your arms as a Kamado number is to train them. If you like, why don't you join the northerners in the hands-on future?

"Huh... handy...?

"Yes, I visit the northern settlements once every six days to guide my turn. So, the Zazas are getting their luggage out for us when we come and go...... we can also stop at Dana or Havilla settlements on the way, right?

When Tour-Din looked back at Sphyla-Zaza, the word "yes" returned.

"I only have Tour-Din in my luggage anyway, so if there's about four or five more of us, I'll be able to get it on."

"Thank you, Sphilla-Zaza.... How about that? I think then Dana and Havilla people will be able to deliver more delicious dishes to their loved ones than ever before."

When the women let go of Tour-Din's hand, they now covered themselves with their whole bodies.

That's how I hug Tour-Din's body with my arms, and he starts crying, whoa.

"Well, Tour-din knows better how to treat his blood family."

George-Zaza was laughing cheerfully.

Sphilla-Zaza has her lips crouched with a muffled face.

And as Havilla's eldest brother lowered his brow butt and smiled, he approached the Tour-dins.

"You've really annoyed me, Tool-din. We're going to offer our parents a dowry story so that we don't create strange misunderstandings"

"Yes. I also pray that the parents of Havilla and Dhana will forgive me"

"Whatever, let me admit it. And if you let me taste Tul-din's cooking again at that wedding feast, we'll be happy."

Havilla's eldest brother also knelt down and laid his hands on the women's shoulders.

The women are also nodding in a humble manner as they hold Tul-din's body and weep.

"We are proud that Tour-Din is of the same blood."

"Thank you," Thur-din was able to smile back naturally.

This allowed me to deepen my ties with my blood clans again.

Zaza's blood clan is said to total 80 as well as 100. I guess the only way to deepen ties with all of them is to go one step at a time like this. While it was an endless journey, it gave Tour-Din a strong sense of joy and fulfilment.

(I wonder how my father is... plus Asta and Odifia... are they all in their own homes these days, bonding with their important counterparts...)

With that in mind, Tour-Din surely hugged the back of his still unnamed and dear compatriot.

In the middle of the square, the other blood families seemed to share their joy with so much fun.