Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

It's hot!

What the hell!?

"What's going on... Ju, it's December...?

Wipe the sweat off your chin with your arms.

This heat... I never even felt it in August... Evergreen City, where are you!?

"This is a hot day every year, right?"

"... are you serious..."

Surely it should have been a summer day at 25°C or more, a mid-summer day at 30°C or more, and a hot day at 35°C or more.

If you trust 'Forced Translation Magic', do you think it will last for days over 35°C?

December, huh?

"When you feel this heat, you feel the age"

"Is that so..."

"Mr. Yashiro is in his first heat season, isn't he?"

"A few times before, it was like," It's hot. "

When the festival was held, the yukata felt good.

That's the level where when it gets so hot... you don't want to come out locked in the house anymore.

Oh, so Regina was out there rarely yesterday?

I knew this was going to happen, so I tried to get my buyout done while it was cool...... damn, tell me!

"What are you going to buy?

"About three weeks worth of food and this one from the year."

"Let Asunt bring it..."

"Now let's go ask Mr. Asunt for ingredients for the Yangdu Pavilion"

Do we need to separate shops from homes?

"Come on, we're leaving!

"... oops"

Ginette pulls my arm, and I'm pulled out in the middle of a blaze.

Farewell Yang Deception Pavilion.

Farewell shade......

The time is before noon.

From morning until now Ginette has been doing a look at the dishes offered at the store all day today.

Now Magda and Loretta alone will go around the store.

"Perhaps there will be fewer customers for some time to come. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm busy getting ready for the year."

"Isn't that why it's so easy to get it done with eating out?

"That's fine while I can go out..."

Oh, what?

Is it gonna get so hot that you can't go out there?

Stop it, seriously...

"First, let's go to Mr. Asunt."

In the stirring sun scorching my skin, I was drawn to Ginette and headed for the boulevard.

Asunt had moved the branch to District 42 at some point.

They used to be in the 40th arrondissement, but they moved over here before and after the festival.

He didn't ask the Torbec Workshop to do it, and he chose a contractor that could start work right away.

You wanted to come this way so fast... well, money is something the quick guy scratches.

"Oh, welcome with you two"

Assunto greets us as we wipe the sweat with a handkerchief.

"Hey, you're a jerk"

"Huh!? Yes, no! Well, that's not what this is about!

Asunt tells me that Ginette hurries off the hand she was connected to.

No, Ginette. We're talking about temperatures.

"It'll be hot outside, come inside"

"Ah............ yes"

Understand what "Matsuko" means and Ginette dyes her face red.

Well, I'm not going in without darkness, neither am I.

Asunt will guide you into the reception room within the merchant guild.

... Cooler or something, it's not working. Naturally.

I was recommended a luxurious leather sofa, and Ginette and I would sit back for two.

Asunt sits across the street and spreads the paper with various products on his desk. That's like a menu.

"What are you looking for today?

"Um, I wanted to get ready for the year."

"I see. So how about soybeans, etc?

"Nice. Soybeans."

Ginette tells Assunto about this and the ingredients she wants.

When I say... I can't do it anymore. It's hot and it doesn't come in my ear.

I also lose my appetite when it's hot like this. I don't care about food stories................................. oh, yeah.

"Hey. You want some noodles or something?

Yes, sir.

I do!?

"We can prepare both soba and udon, can I bring you some?

"Right."

For summer bats, bare noodles. But it's surprisingly quick to get bored, even with soba and udon.

"Well, for now, please"

"Yes, sir."

Oh, I'd love to try flushing it or something...

Like chilled chinese...

Will "Here Comes Chilled China" also finally debut the other world?

"That's right. How about mochi rice?

Asunt is staring at Nico and me.

Mochi rice.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Oh, but maybe a mountain vegetable wow or something would be delicious. I just got some weed and stuff.

"What will you do, Mr. Yashiro?"

"Well, I'll take it"

"Now, can I offer you a cheap bean?

... What, is this guy trying to tell you to eat at all in this fucking heat?

It's a games game.

"How do beans eat?

Ginette asks me.

Oh, no, no.

"It's the contents of Imagawa's grill."

"Imagawa Yaki's!? Please! Mr. Asunt, that, please!

No, that's awesome with the food... you didn't know that.

"Simmer pumpkins with beans and they're sweet and delicious."

Winter solstice pumpkin?... you want to eat that too when it's cold.

Is there anything more suitable for summer?

For example, shaved ice.

"Hey, is there somewhere you can get some big ice or something?

"Ice......?

"This is hot, what are you talking about, this guy? ♪ They're looking at me like that ♪

I know, I know. As much as I'm saying it's impotent.

But, you know, you want to chill out with a shaved ice, or a drink of watermelon in a tarai floating with a kachi split ice, even if you don't.

"I can't have it ready right away... if you give me about two weeks"

"Is that true!?

There's no refrigerator in this world, so I'll probably freeze it in the back of the cave or something...... maybe we can have some shaved ice in two weeks...... buy it?

No, I need a machine to scratch the ice before I do. There's a shaver. There's no syrup...

"Well, not yet."

"Really? Well, it's ridiculous to give money for ice etc."

Ho ho ho, elegantly laughing asunt.

This guy's changed, too. In the old days, you must have sold everything.

"So tomorrow… we will deliver these ingredients the day after tomorrow at the latest"

"I know it's hard in the heat, thank you"

"No, because it's business"

That's great.

I respect you as much as a midsummer mover. I can never imitate it.

"Oh, yeah. You have purchased a large quantity, so let me give you a little service. Wait a minute."

That's what I said, and then Asunt leaves the reception room.

When I came back a few minutes later, I had a fan in my hand.

"Ooh! Aren't you a fan?

"That's Mr. Yashiro. You know me well. This is an item invented in District 10."

Receive a fan and stir it up quickly.... Oh, cool.

Make my money and Ginette moves her fans too.

"That's true. It feels so good"

"Let me give you that."

"Are you sure?

"Yes, because it's not as expensive in itself. I'm always going to give it to those who take care of me. You two are number one."

Thanks, it's a handy item on top of the rarity, so they're going to hand it over to the customer.

You're now conscious in that direction, and this guy.

"Then, Asunt"

I'll just give you one piece of advice to thank you for the good stuff.

I say by pointing to the paper part of the fan.

"Write it down here in the club fan. Even in the publicity of the merchant guild. That way, I can advertise it to anyone who uses it or just sees it. If it's rare, it'll catch your attention."

"You're the same as the Yangzhu pavilion shirt"

Well, that's the thing.

"I see... is it a publicity effect... No, this was a blind spot. Still doesn't seem to rival Mr. Yashiro. That idea, can I use it?

"Oh, use it. Use it. My nose doesn't hurt."

"Don't hesitate, then"

Asunt is nicoting. I'm sure you're thinking about what a more effective publicity complaint is like in your head.

"So now we are"

"Going somewhere again from now on?

"Yes, I'm buying out all day today"

In flames.

I was sending wind to my neck with a fan, and I was melting in the fed up heat.

... This dough fan, is the bone made of bamboo... bamboo, hey.

"Are you buying this bamboo from a groundnut guild?

"Probably would be. Although we do not know the detailed acquisition route. It's out of my jurisdiction."

It's a fan made of bamboo sourced from somewhere by craftsmen from the Tenth Ward.

I can snort even if Asunt doesn't know the manufacturing process. I don't know exactly where to get the ingredients.

"No way, you're going to be making your own fan?

"No... not like that..."

I want to flush it. But I'm not telling anyone this yet.

I don't want to be expected to do anything weird.

In the meantime, I don't care what the information is.

"Stepping on blue bamboo is good for your health."

"What?"

With that said, Ginette turns her gaze to her feet.

"... no way, absorb some ingredient from the back of your foot..."

"Can you do that!

Do you even have a mouth on the back of your leg, you?

"I have a lot of bumps in my legs, and when I stimulate them, they get rid of the waste in my body."

"Really?

"You're standing, you're like a piece of junk."

"Hey, I don't know... I feel like I've been badly told right now"

Ginette gently inflates her cheeks.

"Behind your feet,... bumps? Is that it? It's not a good story to pin."

"All right, Asunt. Get your legs out."

"Feet? What are you gonna do?

"I'm going to give you a foot massage."

"Oh, no! I need you to massage Mr. Yashiro. Oh, my God, that's horrible!

Don't respect me. Don't respect me, 'cause I feel sick.

"Mr. Ginette, why don't you do it?

"Huh!? Me?!?

"I, too, was a little interested, and if it was something that was going to be discussed, I would like to incorporate it positively… I would definitely like to see it with this eye for reference"

"So, but..."

Ginette closes her knees squishly and leans shyly.

"Kid, dirty, and..."

"Oui! Water and hand wipe! And bring some aromatic oil too!

When Asunt spoke, a small-time user who would have been waiting outside the reception room promptly brought water, cloth and aromatic oil into the barrel.

Aromatic oil, you have it.

"Now give me your shoes..."

"Whoo!? You're talking in the direction of doing it at some point!?

Assunt was interested. I'll do it fine enough to feed Ginette the knowledge.

Ginette removes her boots as they are flushed and puts her barefoot on a water-stained barrel.

... I don't know. It's oddly exciting.

I feel like I'm peeking into Ginette's bath.

Chippy sounds water and Ginette washes her feet.

Hey, Asunt. Don't look too much. I don't like that something is going to decrease.

"So, then... Um... Mr. Yashiro"

Slowly as I slip away from my gaze, he slowly gives me the leg I pulled out of the water right in front of me.

Ginette's face was bright red.

"Nice to meet you...... please......"

"Oh, oh!

Horrible...... why are you so nervous, enough to touch your feet. Secondary school students!?

Foot, foot. Just feet. There is no such thing.

All you have to do is grab it and push your bump all the time and say, "You're already dead."... No, I'm not going to die.

All right, I'm perfectly fine. No room at all. Me, super total.

With an extra bare gesture, not caring about anything in particular, and feeling light to mild, I took Ginette's foot in my hand.

"Hiccup!

"Wow!? Sorry!"

Doddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd I'm weird!

"Su, su, excuse me. Hey, it was ticklish..."

"Oh, oh, yeah. Right. It's my first time."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, no experience..."

"You don't have 'foot massage' experience! Whatever, Ginette is the first in the 42nd Ward!

"That's right!

Foot massage!

Foot massage!

Come on, let's start a foot massage. Good!

Ginette sitting on the couch.

On one knee before that, the opposite knee stands, placing a cloth over the raised knee... gently putting Ginette's right foot on top of it. On the left, it is put out of a water bucket and on a boot that has been removed.

"Oh, you know... I don't know... thrilled. I can't believe I'm pointing my foot at Mr. Yashiro... I'm sorry..."

So, why are you all slightly respecting me?

I'm a regular con artist around here, aren't I? It's just a little bit, like, devastating tissue or something.

"Well, here we go, but if it hurts, say it."

"Yes………"

Ginette pulls her lips together cuddly.

... What, this' I'm going to be sexually harassed 'kind of air? Massage, huh? It's a healthy act, only!

"Ah, Ahoy... Mr. Yashiro..."

Ginette spoke out in a panic as she graced her thumb on the ground and tried to put her strength into it.

When I turn my gaze, with a slightly crying face, I'm pointing my would-be eyes at this one.

And I've squeezed my courage. With a full voice, I've thrown this kind of demand.

".................. be gentle..............................?

- Guh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

... you.

Is that a waza?

It doesn't have to be wazzy, that's out now!

What, that line emitted at that time!? Are you after me?

"There he is. Hih! No hiccups! Yahiro..................!

"... what are you sorry about?

"Ho!? Ah, ah... Oh, I'm sorry, it is..."

"Okay......"

You thrill me for nothing................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"We're supposed to do it with so much force, not too much pain."

"Ah.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Ouch ahhh!

Don't gasp!

"Um, both of you... that kind of act, at night, at your home..."

"That's not what I'm doing! Massage!"

Asunt looks out of his sight and looks like an awkward one.

Oh, no more! Damn, dude. Always this guy!

"Oh, but... when I get used to it, I do... yes, it might feel good"

Tears in both eyes, Ginette says.

... Something just looks like that look already.

"Is there no pain?

"Yes, it hurts when I'm made strong, but if you'll just give me a hand"

Finally, a smile returns to Ginette.

You know... I almost just touched it already. I can't believe I'm pushing it.... Ginette, aren't you stockpiling some pretty waste?

Qingbamboo tread, do you really want to make it?

"It hurt so bad at first, but Mr. Yashiro is so good that now he feels better to the point where it hurt. Yeahhh!? No, no, no, no. Ugh!"

... So, you. Haven't you done it with the wazza, the choice of that line?

"..................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Ginette after her massage is crying as she trigonometrically sits on the couch.

She is rubbing the back of her right foot. I can hardly seem to pull off the stinging pain.

I just did a little right leg and left it at an end. It's dangerous to do it in public.

... Well, why not, now you can do it in my room... no other way!

"But was it that painful?

"Yes, as much as when the earthen pot struck straight into the muzzle..."

"... so much, is it?

The metaphor is kind of vivid. This is a real experience, isn't it?

"It hurts because it's unhealthy. I feel so good when I'm pushed."

"Sure, you felt a little overwhelmed."

The dullness made Asunt laugh and Ginette swell her cheeks to see if that bothered her a bit.

"Then have Mr. Asunt do it too! Because it absolutely hurts!

It's also unusual to get mucky Ginette.

But Assunt also has an extra look.

"With all due respect... Mr. Yashiro is not from the muscle mukimuki power system, and he just pressed it gently with his thumb. Like that pain......... I still only think it's a little rough..."

"All right, Asunt. Sit there and wash your feet."

Pfft... you don't seem to know. How stuffy the entertainer who was licking his foot on TV was.

"No, I don't mind... but you can't take any interesting reactions, can you?

That's what I call 'shaking a story'.

"It doesn't hurt at all...... Huh!? ♪ And you, you know funny. ♪

Shabu-shabu and Assunt washing their feet quite abusively compared to Ginette.

He sits on the couch, just like Ginette, and offers me his right leg.

"... there's food in my country called 'Pork Feet'."

"Why are you telling me that story now?

No, it's not a pig's foot, I thought.

Asunt's leg was a normal human leg. This would make it easier to push the bumps too.

I was just wondering what I would do if I were a hoof.

"Just a little, that's exciting."

A shallow, sitting Assunt keeps his weight on his back.

"It definitely hurts."

"No more fuss than Mr. Ginette."

Asunt can afford it.

"Then if you make more fuss than Ginette, you can discount the ingredients I ordered today"

"Yeah, I don't mind. But you don't want to be abusive like that, do you? Trying to make a scene..."

"I'll do it fair. Swear to God, Spirit."

"Really? Well, don't worry."

Hey. He looks unhealthy like you, and I can afford to make him cry that he did it to Fair.

"Well, let's go"

"Yes, please"

- Guh!

"Piggyaaaaaaaaaa!"

Well sunny, very, very hot summer day, the pig rang -

"Ouch, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Aren't you being unscrupulous!? Are you sticking out a knife or something!?

"You're just pushing it gently with your thumb, see?"

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Gyeon! Gyeon! Puzza ah!"

Zitambatan and more depressed Assunt on the couch.

"Ginette. Hold him down so Assunt doesn't fall"

"Right. I don't want you to get hurt."

Ginette honestly listens to me and holds Asunt's shoulders against the couch.

"Become!? Oh, please don't! Don't hold me back!

"But it's dangerous."

"Devil! Is it the devil, you are!? Could it be that you have a past thing at your root!? You're a horrible, horrible person, Ginette. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!?

Press the soil first with your thumb from the outside towards the center. I have something like a gorilla muscle, so I massage it with my thumb to rub it in.

"Phew! Bye! Excuse me! I apologize! I'm sorry I laughed earlier. Ahhh!

I got a real cry in, so I'm not doing enough at all, but I'm gonna let you go.

"Ha................................................................................................................................."

Asunt leans back against the couch and puts his shoulders up and down hard.

Turn around and stare at me with both eyes moisturizing in tears.

And there was resentment. I said this in a tone.

"... already...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I'm glad you didn't handle bamboo.

If there was bamboo in here, I would have cut the tip diagonally and stabbed you for sure.

"Well, good luck with the discount."

"..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Exhausted as if it had also been in torture, Assunt nods.

We were told in a quiet position that we couldn't drop him off, and we both went outside and left the merchant guild behind.

... In the end, I wonder what you were doing, here.

Now I'll do it for you, Mr. Yashiro.

Ginette, still a little upset, tells me with the kind of eyes she swore vengeance.

Oh, try it.

I'm tough on legs.

".................. next time you're free, make time"

"............ hmm?

Only at night will the Yangdu Pavilion be free.

Making time there......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ah...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yes.... one of these days"

Well, too much thought............... right?

What a subtle air we walk down the boulevard.

The sun is still high above the sky, and the sun falls relentlessly.

I guess it's because of that.

What am I sweating so weird right now?