Isekai Taneuma

The hidden passage in the dry well continued underground, and in the absence of any light source, it could not even be seen an inch away. Feng and the others were grasping the shoulders of their predecessors as they danced in the darkness.

The sound of dripping groundwater from all over the place sounded, and I was surprised that my heart might pop out every time the water dropped over my head and neck. My feet were muddy and I was about to fall out of my mind. I wonder if I'm more nervous than I thought, but I don't think it's because this is a narrow underground passage.

Feng, who could not even remember his feet, had to step forward with considerable courage to go one step further, but despite the situation, the leading Dai-kun (Taikoon) never stopped and kept moving forward. The certainty of the steps was as if I could see the surroundings.

I was wondering if you were using magic.

"Human beings are easy to rely on visual information, but information from the outside is not just obtained from the visual. For example, bats use their own ultrasound to understand space. If you're blind, you can't walk in the dark. Just as humans and bats sharpen their nerves, it's not possible to understand space with sound alone."

"Oh, so Grandpa just checked the surrounding situation with the sound? Wow."

"It's not just the sound. The wind that touches gravity, the skin, and the smell. Man mistakenly carves that memory into his brain as a video... Therefore, we rely on visual information and think that everything visible is, but in fact, we are receiving more information from nature. If you accept all of this as it is, the scaffolding that naturally stands on your feet will solidify so that your spatial coordinates will come to mind. If you do, you won't get lost again."

What is that, psychiatry...?

"I don't know... but it's not magic, is it?

"I don't know. In a way, maybe this is what you can call magic. For example, can you throw more than 160 kilometers of fast balls with a control that goes through the hole in the needle? Can you paint elaborately enough to mistake what you're seeing for moving? Can you make a song like that that that just makes you cry? And do you really believe that they can be achieved by training alone?

"No, I'm not at all confident when you say that..."

"Humans often witness miracles. But nobody thinks it's magic. Why? Actually, they could be wizards. But if you say so, everyone will laugh. That's impossible. They were able to do it because they tried, and if they tried, they could do most of it... even though they just denied it."

Sure, if you ask me. The honorary student will answer that you won't know unless you try, but no matter how hard you work on the problem, you probably won't be able to throw a 160-kilometer fastball at Feng. Now that I'm an adult, I can't throw, and even if I've been trying to be a professional baseball player since I was born, I guess I couldn't throw...

But in reality, there are pitchers who throw 160 kilometers, and no one calls it magic. But now, suddenly, if Feng threw a ball of 160 kilometers, it would be called magic. What is this difference?

If only what makes impossible is called magic, can't a real 160 kilometer pitcher say it makes impossible?

"Magic may not exist. Man tries to put himself in the shackles of common sense, but magic is beyond his reach. It never seems to be available, but in reality there are many who touch it. Embrace nature as it is. Don't think of everything you can see. Perhaps the possibilities are already rolling within reach so that the blind can sharpen their ears."

"You're a grandfather who says something like a Zen question....."

As Feng continued to talk, Guillaume, who was walking right behind him, slapped him on the shoulder.

"That's enough talking, it looks like we're about to reach the basement of the castle."

When I glanced at the words, I felt like I could see only a little further in the direction of travel. Probably because of the castle lights leaking from the exit. Feng closed his mouth and followed the old man in silence.

Eventually, as the exit approached, Feng could clearly see the ground. Light from the castle was leaking from the other side of the squarely edged concealed door. When you arrive, Guillaume, who was walking the furthest away, jumps out to the front, puts his ear against the wall or touches it with his hand, and begins to carefully examine the area around the door. Probably looking for a trap.

Eventually, when the satisfied guillaume slammed the wall, the squarely edged door spinned around and the view jumped in the other side.

It was the inside of the castle, under the western pavilion where there was a hall of sight and a residential area where the feng and the others lived. Apparently it was an armory, and a twinkle of air mixed with gunpowder and dust poked my nose. But now it seems that because of the war, the weapons in the room were brought out in a row, and a deadly space was spreading.

Feng, who's wearing these at the end of the armory?... appeared on the back of a thick iron plate mail decorating it. Perhaps because it was useless, it was suitable as a camouflage for hidden doors.

With that in mind, Jeanne, who had been out earlier, crawled out into the armory, and Guillaume, who had already gone to the entrance and exit of the room in the advance reconnaissance, showed a gesture that he should raise his index finger and keep quiet. And from outside the room,

Tips... Tips...

I heard someone's footsteps. Probably a soldier walking around. Currently, the castle is under strict observance. Feng stopped breathing and waited for the footsteps to move away...

Pyupyuuuuuu... pyuuuu...

Suddenly, the Great Master began whistling. The shocked phoenix,

"Hey, hey! Grandpa...."

As soon as I tried to stop the old man, Guillaume, who had changed his blood phase, jumped in and blocked his mouth, and Jeanne, who was right next to him, soon took over. The trick footsteps approach this room more and more as we protest against why we're stopping. And then...

Bataan!!

And the noise opened the door of the room. Two guards arrived with matching armor, opening the door and entering. Still, the old man stood on the spot and whistled. If you open the door and suddenly stand there, you'll be blamed.

However, as the soldiers entered the room, they passed by the whistling old man and walked to the back of the room whistling... On the way, Feng was definitely caught in his sight, but in the end, they completely ignored them and left the room.

The door closes with a faint noise. At that moment, Jeanne's arms were weakened, and Feng inhaled the halting breath.

"What the hell? Why didn't they notice us? It's like I didn't see anything....."

"Actually, I didn't see anything. It's a kind of recognition inhibition, resonance magic."

"What was that!? It's totally different from what you learned at the training camp. I practiced pronunciation even more like this...."

Then the great whistling gentleman laughed happily,

"Some people use instruments, others sing songs. After all, all you have to do is activate the magic. Actual modern magic has no shape. If I did that, I wouldn't be able to use it in battle."

"That's right...."

"There are so many ways, you have to find your own way. Well, I can give you a slice, so I'll do that at the training center."

When he said so, he started walking freely through the castle as if he were in his own house.

As you walk behind the leading old man, the guards of the other castle pass by as if nothing had happened. Some of them had good hunches, and some of them looked as if they were staring at this person for a moment, but when I shook my head as soon as I remembered it, I went somewhere. It appears that recognition is literally inhibited, not invisible.

For example, when a human is walking in a tramp, it is as if he does not care what kind of person is there, how many people are there. If you take it for granted that you are there, you will not see it consciously. If you don't remember, it's the same whether you're here or not.

However, this magic only works on each person.

"You can't put a lot of people on it at once, so do it this way."

When you arrived at the hall in the middle of the castle, you hit the ground with a stick of stone that you had. Then, as if the ripple spreads to the water surface, a transparent line like an air fault spreads across the hall. And I thought for a moment that the heavy air filled the neighborhood, and all of a sudden all the people in the square stopped acting and stopped moving. It is as if time has stopped.

"Come on, hurry up, it won't be long."

Following his words, the four ran through the large square and into the mirror. At the next moment, I wondered if it had become dark in front of me just for a moment, like breathing into the candles in the dark, and I heard the noise again from behind, and the surrounding time started to move without anything so that the scene could switch.

"Human thought is not the flow of electrons if it is pushed, so if it is stopped, it is this way. They don't realize that their time has stopped for a moment. Isn't there an ancient spell called Stancloud? Not that application. Anyone can do it if they know how to do it."

"Only my grandfather can do that."

Guillaume blurred her expression as if she was stunned. I thought this old man wasn't just a man, but Feng wrapped his tongue around many miracles so far. Perhaps this old man could have gone to Mary alone, even without us?

"If I had my feet tied, I would have waited outside."

Feng sighed and said so.

"I told you not to go into the space where she lives. If you steal the castle lord's eyes and get there, you're the only one."

Oh, I see.

"I'll take care of the directions. Which way do I go from here?

"Then, this way."

Feng said so and hurried ahead to guide everyone. The destination is not the basement where Feng and the others first came to this world... but the jail beyond that. Before, Feng was invited there by the light in an unmanned castle. That's why I thought it was the only way to think about it....

Passing through the mirror room and passing through the soldiers' lockup and descending into the basement, the castle was quiet all of a sudden because of the crowds that had hitherto come and go. I wonder if this compartment is still a facility for criminals, etc., but nobody seems to approach it because it is useless in the current situation. I'm sure those who were in jail escaped with an amnesty.

Feng relied on his memory and came to one of those unmanned jails.

"Sure it is. This back wall was a hidden passage."

When I pointed that way, Guillaume quickly entered and started touching the wall. At first, the hand was careful, but gradually became cluttered.

"Hey, are you sure this is it? Nothing seems to be going on."

"Huh? I don't know... maybe I was wrong. They all look the same, so let's try looking for other jails."

"No, there's probably no mistake here. That's what the Spirit says."

Feng tried to see another prison, and that's what you said and stopped. [M] How can I say that even though the person I advised is not confident? When I asked what the Spirit meant,

"It's not a sensory problem. There are spiritual traces here. I could say the remnants of magic. I'm sure there's something there."

"But, Grandpa, I couldn't find anything.

Guillaume said so blamelessly, you nodded without saying you knew.

"That's because it's not physically closed. I'm sure we need something like a key to get out of here. Do you have any idea, my lord?

"The key... ah, maybe"

I wonder if it was that folding crane... the moment Feng thought so.

Bashabasa... there was a noise and a few thousand pieces of paper fell at his feet. I used the origami I had when I woke up in that mysterious space, and I used it once when I was talking about magic with Guillaume. I couldn't get it out after that, but now it's rolling on the ground.

From the side of the stunned phoenix, Hidai-kun bent over and picked up a piece that fell to the ground. He looked at it for a good reason....

"Hmm... did you make this? It's quite stable as a substance... isn't it more monstrous for you to produce it from the void than for you?"

"Even if they say that... is that amazing?

Then the old man had an eye-catching accusation that he wasn't even aware of it.

"Everything in this world is a mass of energy if you push it. This is less than a gram of paper, but the energy needed to produce it is enormous. Where the hell did you say that came from?"

"No, if you say that, Guillaume is better. He'll make a pistol."

"But when you're done, it'll disappear. This won't go away."

Sure, if you ask me. Whether thin or dead, Feng felt like he was doing something incredible. When he picked up another piece of paper that had fallen, he sweated cold and wondered why it didn't disappear.

You're not gonna explode all of a sudden, are you? With that in mind, Guillaume,

"Hey, I don't know what's amazing to me, but it's time to move on? I can't replace you here in the castle, I won't slow down forever."

"I see... which paper should I put against the wall?

That's how you rub the paper against the wall. [M]

"That's not true. This is how....."

Feng crouched down to the ground and broke the folding crane to show it. The great man who looked at it from above laughed joyfully and said that he saw something unusual.

"Does it fold paper and shape animals?"

"Oh, this is a crane. Have you seen it?

"Yes... but I think it's really interesting with Japanese people. Sometimes rare people like Ritsu and Hokusai show up and surprise me."

"Ah, Grandpa, do you know Chiriku?

"I know. I've seen him before."

What are you talking about, this old man... maybe he's screwed up? Feng thought it was strange to think about it. Both Rikyu and Hokusai are historical figures in the world where Feng and the others lived. No one in this world can know.

In retrospect, this old man also told me that Isaac Newton was the owner of this castle... perhaps this old man is also a bum (Bagabond)?

It was when Feng tried to ask about it.

"Ah, hey!

Suddenly, as if to echo Guillaume's voice, the folding crane that Feng had just broken began to emit light.

Surprisingly, it spread its wings and thought it had begun to flap its wings and flew away into the wall in front of it. At the point where the glowing folding crane disappeared, a light door in the form of a square was left behind. It was the same as Feng had seen in this place before.

"This is what happened when I was summoned by White."

Jeanne adds. When Isaac attacked him under the big tree where Mary lived, Feng spoke to Jeanne in a selfless fashion. He then appeared in that space using a portal, which apparently was in front of him.

"Looks like you made a mistake here."

Guillaume stood up and began to examine the door of light. When you touch your hand, your finger penetrates the other side of the wall. He was surprised when he pulled his finger in, but as soon as he regained consciousness, he pushed his arm again into the front.

"Looks like we can get through... what the hell is going on here? Like a labyrinth?

Let's go. Mary's waiting for us.

Next to Guillaume, twisting his neck to the light mechanism, the Great King declared so. [M] When Feng and the others nodded to each other, they passed through the glowing door and proceeded.