It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Back in the camp, we take coconut in the shade of a tree in Tarai.

Next to the puffy, floating oval coconut, clear ice floats in a dull, and Tarai is sweating with pleasure.

"Haha, looks good"

When Fia sticks around and pokes Mr. Tiger in the cheek, he shakes his head and goes straight back to his original position. I'm in the middle of a nap with Taro and Hime in my stomach as to whether the wind across the ice water is cold and comfortable.

"Cool, I'll sit down."

We also go into the shade and relax and stretch our legs. The dusty moisture is not that strong, the autumnal teasing cheerfulness, and the breeze that brings sweaty bodies to the heat cools moderately.

They cut coconut all the time if the dollar runs out, so we all tilt it and devour its fruit juice.

Sleepy somewhere, salty, sweet, then fruity flavors pour a good, cold juice down your throat.

"Puha!! Yummy after all!!

I scream joyfully with a look on my face that makes me suffer the headache that happened because my chat drank something cold abruptly. Everyone smiles bitterly and nods like they agree.

I fish crap and pack and take out vials.

"It's also a pleasure to eat inside the fresh."

Have the dried coconut cracked up, transfer the pulp to the plate with a spoon, and spin the soy sauce.

"I'll have it!!

Everyone chants and puts smooth, moist, sensual white skin reminiscent of white magnets and ivory, blasphemously dirty dark brown-coated fruits in their mouths.

"Ugh!? Ugh!!

Roaring as Rossa rounded her eyes as she was surprised.

"Yummy!! Sweet and soggy. I like this one at all rather than eating it as it is!!

When Liz screams uncommonly to roll up, they all snort and snort.

The pulp, which gives a sense of instantaneous lumpiness and teething, crumbles loosely while transferring cold air to the teeth. At that moment, I spit out the dark sweetness and full water. Its sweetness is linked to the sweetness derived from soybeans in soy sauce, giving rise to an unspeakable aroma. Salt gas adds sweetness to this, and despite the cold cut off like ice confectionery, it works the next and the next on the brain.

People who often come to Okinawa say they look a lot like squid sashimi, but it's called teething, it's a perfume and another more complete thing altogether.

Everyone exhales a cheeky cold sigh satisfactorily the moment they devour in the momentum of their forgetfulness and place their empty plates.

I hear a slight rhythm when I am weakened like I have been plucked out of my soul and entrusted to myself by the wind that shakes the palm tree in approximation.

"Is that it? It's the sound of a drum..."

Chat whines in his ear.

"Oh, I think the pruning is starting with the sugar cane harvest. Shall we go see?"

To my words, all rise at once.

In the field are the men of the 'Fir' gathered together, and mowed the sugar canes that grew in the field.

On the shore, women and mermaids try to distract themselves from the labor, with drums and lutes in their hands, playing music and singing songs.

I hear a song singing in a unique way and I smile bitterly.

It's Yunta that's flowing. They remembered the mermaids listening to Okinawa folk music that was in my smartphone. The bright, somewhere loneliness inlaid rhythm, which was also played as a working song during farming, is tied up with the beautiful singing voices of mermaids.

The chanting of the ear sasser to be summoned is also brave, with bunches of sugar cane tied up loaded with toss, toss.

"Don't sit down because you're really going to make sugar..."

Lina squeaks emotionally.

"I can get you to squeeze and even dry coarsely while we travel east. I wonder if the grinding will be done when I get home. If we go that far..."

Sugar and molasses are produced. Needless to say, sugar also ferments molasses and turns them into liquor. Squeezers are livestock bait. Sugar cane with no place to throw it away would be an irreplaceable treasure to take to the 'Fir'.

As the unique three-beat rhythm flowed, he continued to watch the harvest as he listened to the singing sounding mermaids and the hanging of the men who responded to it.