Konjiki no Moji Tsukai (WN)

In the sun pouring from the clouds, the sun color was sighing at the sight that was spreading in front of him, with his glasses quickened up with his right hand.

A little further, I can see the city that is my destination. I kept walking all the way here, so a reality that I didn't want to see pop in where I was happy to finally get some rest in the city.

"Oh, hey Hiiro! I didn't stand there all day, so help me!

Anold Ocean, a short blue-haired upside-down cook and adventurer, one of his fellow travelers, is screaming as he clenches his sword with both hands.

Behind it, Muir stood trying to be protected by Anold.

Also next to Muir, a winkaa with long spears that appear disproportionate to his small height, stares at some who exist forward.

The sun color takes a little bit behind them, feels annoying at the current situation, and leaks another sigh.

It is, for one thing, multiple beings that are standing in the way of where they are going. The size is about the size of a human head, with long thorns growing all over his body like cactus. There is only one big eye in the center, and he steps on the earth with two short legs.

(Huh, it's almost the city, but it's a monster...)

I didn't want to get tired any more if I could, but I have no choice but to pull out the "bayonet/tulanuki" I carry on my hips because Anold is loud as it is.

"Wow! Not one!

Make the monsters that Anold storms into two big swords.

Winkaa also has two monsters storming at the same time, but she flashes the spear quickly with no expression. I dimensioned the two lightly.

"... weak"

"Aw!"

What barked in response to Winkaa's voice was Skywolf, a puppy-like monster a little further from her. His first name was Hanemal. The wings and tails growing on its back are cute to be moving patterned.

"Mr. Hiiro! I went that way!

Muir informs of the presence of a monster that is locked on to the sun color, passing by ignoring Anold. Besides, politely, the three that are on their way are in a vertical row.

"Hmm, convenient"

When the sun color points the cutting edge of the knife at the monster in front of it, it concentrates the blue and white magic on the index finger of the right hand and writes letters all over itself. The letter I wrote was "Shin".

"Stretch out, Character Magic!

At the moment when the sun-colored words are finished, the discharging phenomenon occurs from the letters written, and the fullness is instantly extended gushing. I kept piercing the monster and the three of them skewered beautifully.

Muir sees the day color of crusading the monster without hesitation, stroking his chest down in a ho.

(Leave the rest to Osama and the others)

The sun color felt that his work was done, and when he wrote the letter 'ex' on the knife to activate it and restored himself to his original length, he returned it to his sheath.

I stepped on a soaked earth because of the rain the other day, and the footsteps that make a sticky noise echo.

And he stops, and gazes upon the city, which stretcheth from the top of a small hill unto the present. I wrap a faded robe that would have been dirty on my journey, and I can't really confirm my expression because I'm even wearing a hood.

Still, only the mouth seems to smile.

And when "Phew" and a small sigh of sighing, he lowers the bag to the ground like the big backpack he's carrying.

Instead, open the mouth of the bag and stick your right hand inside. I heard chatter and something rubbing together, and a single brush was gripped in my pulled out right hand.

Pinch the brush with your mouth and put your right hand in the bag again. Then I take the big plate out of there this time. The shape is rectangular and roughly, measures H x W (30 cm x 35 cm).

The board had white paper on it. The person then takes out the like of a pad, and pours the colourful paint-like liquid there into multiple lumps.

Keeping his hips calm on the ground, he sat down and placed the plate on his lap, and now began to paint something on the paper with the brush on the liquid poured into his smudge.

Apparently, what the person had taken out was a set of paintings, which he would now paint. Do you draw even in the sight of the city that is spreading in front of you? It seemed that way, but being born on paper is something completely different.

There was a view of the mountains far beyond the city, not the city. Apparently it was not the city that the person had seen from the beginning, but the landscape beyond it.

Move your brush with no hesitation whatsoever. Life is blown into a world that was instantly white.

It is brilliantly done, and the degree of completion is so much so that it can be sold even in outdoor stores. I get paid. This means that the person's ability to paint is extraordinary.

The person, who drew it up in just a few moments, nodded as he was convinced to compare the sight and picture that spreads in front of him.

At that time, a small object came from the sky with a small squeal called Tuntune. The figure was a bird like a sparrow.

But the odd thing is that the colors of the little birds are monochromatic, as if they were even covered in green paint from the head.

When the bird stops on the person's shoulder, he is shuddering his mouth (beak) into small pieces by his ear, as if he were telling a secret story.

"... heh"

So for the first time the man leaked his voice. He seemed like a man as far as the voice was concerned. As the man stretched his fingertips and moved them to stroke the little bird's head, the little bird rose again to the sky.

For a while the man had painted many pictures on the spot, but concentrates his gaze on one place to see if there was anything that bothered him. Ahead there were four figures who would be travellers.

It just seemed like a monster appeared in front of those four and was in battle. Their strength is considerable, and instantly the monsters are defeated.

The man's most eye-opener was that suddenly one of the swords stretched out suddenly. In an instant the arms of three monsters were stunning.

The man seemed to admire the handiwork and whistled all the time. The battle is coming to an end, and the man observes the four with interest.

There's a little blue beast near the four of us. Approaching Tokotoko and one of them, the person is stroking his head. I have a natural eye for monsters and friendly people.

"That's..."

When I squeal like that, I smile slightly. At the end of my eyes is the girl with the yellow hair. And the next thing I care about is the other person. Consciousness is also directed at a brunette boy wearing a red robe.

There are not so many beings in this world with dark hair.

So I can understand pointing my gaze at what I find unusual, but the light of a man's eyes not only in that sense, but also in a way that includes other meanings. Whoever stretched the knife is the boy.

As the man followed the figure with his eyes, the yellow-haired girl stopped and tried to look back like she noticed the man.

"What's up, Wi?

Crusading all the monsters, Anold, who breathed a heck of a lot, calls out to Winkaa, who is staring at a certain point and solidifying.

Winkaa was receiving Anold's voice on his back while still pointing his gaze at a small high hill.

"What's wrong, Mr. Wye? Anything over there?

Muir, wearing a lovely larger hat on his head, also looked in the same direction as Winkaa, as Anold seemed concerned.

"... because of your mind?

Winkaa is a girl with yellow hair tied to three knits behind her back and up to her waist, but a bunch of hair that is popping out like an antenna over her head, which is her hallmark, is shaking Yurayura like she's receiving something.

Such was her leaning her neck cocoon, gazing further into the hill.

But there's nothing there. At least it looks that way in anyone's eyes.

"... I knew it wasn't your fault?

Anold and Muir look at each other in the face and pat each other in the eye, against Winkaa, who whines to himself and doesn't answer the question.

The Anolds know it's not the first time they've acted like this for no reason, but against a winkaa that still doesn't work.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Wi?

Anold skews his stubborn expression strangely and asks back toward Winkaa,

"Mmm... nothing"

Winkaa starts walking again as if nothing had happened when she shook her head to the side in full.

Seeing her like that left the two of them wondering, but they also started walking as Muir was convinced in one of Anold's words: "Well, whiny.

But the Anolds weren't the only ones who were questioning Winkaa's behavior.

Hill Village Hikaru, a dark-haired boy with his pitch-black eyes pointing at him, was still watching on the hill where Winkaa was staring earlier.

The eyes that shine sharply behind those glasses are as thin as hunters looking for prey.

The sun color also felt something like winkaa, or I was uncomfortable with what winkaa cared about, so I stared for a while,

"Hey Hiiro, let's go!

In response to Anold's call, the sun color cuts his gaze from the hill and moves on with his walks, feeling as if he was pulling his hair back.

"That's [Sarge] you can't see over there! We'll be crossing the border soon!

Anold's delightful voice makes Muir smile, too.

The two of them are delighted to realise that the border is approaching because crossing the border and heading here from the human world to the beast world was their overriding goal.

It's not that I'm not happy because the Japanese have come this far to cross the border again either. I'm a little hungry and in a bad mood because I was just a walker.

Not only is it the sun color that makes me hungry again, but so does Winkaa and Hanemaru, a dog-like monster walking beside him.

By the way, Hanemaru is a wolf-shaped monster named Skywolf with wings growing on his back.

Winkaa and Hanemaru were drooling when we talked about eating a full tummy when we got to the city earlier.

Neither did the sun's colour until it drowned, but now it is undeniable that he entered the city faster than the border, filled his belly, and wanted to rest.

With naturally faster feet, the four and one went towards [Sarge], the city closest to the border.

The man who confirmed the suncolors were headed to [Sarge] was observing the four again on a small high hill.

Exhaling like a gentle relief, he nibbles up the corner of his mouth. Looks like he's glad he didn't find it.

At that time, Winkaa noticed signs of a man and turned her gaze. But the man moved faster and succeeded in hiding himself.

"To the Moonlight... red robe...?

When you whine about the characteristics of the winkaa and the words that capture the characteristics of the sun color, you put a set of paintings in the bag.

Again, it makes me look like I'd enjoy watching the four of you and one behind me.

"That sounds interesting. Let's make some contact."

Saying so with pleasure, he carried the bag on his back and began to move his legs toward [Sarge].

A line of Japanese colour reached [Sarge], a city near the border. But something unexpected was happening there.

"Hey, what's this about?

"Sa, come on..."

The sun color frowned in a grumpy manner, and there was an anode next door that was pulling her cheeks together.

Right now in front of them, people are putting out stores like stalls to gather the crowd. I can see a crowd of people around it that counts as many as hundreds of millions.

This population density and the enthusiasm that is born of it is depressing for the sun color, which hates the hustle and noise.

"Hey, it's a festival...... is it?

Muir tilting his neck adorably, but his eyes were touching or shining. Perhaps he's making his mind jump to the line of stores that he sees.

"Mmm...... lots of good smells"

"Aw!"

Winkaa and Hanemaru let each other snort, drooling with covetousness as they moved their gaze at the smell of various foods coming from the store.

So I've been thinking about it for a while. It looks like Anold got hacked,

"Wait a minute, is today one of the days of" Louis "?

"That's right, Uncle."

By the way, "Ului" means "The Moon" in this world.

January Narwines February Ninui March Gwaeron

April Gwillis May Los Rons June Norui

July, Kelvez, August, Ului, September, Ivannes.

October, Narberes, November, Hisui, December, Girislon.

This is the flow of the moon in this world, each for thirty days. By the way, the year is considered "Anol History" and now it is "Anol History 2114".

"What's that day?

"Hiiro, don't you know? This is the annual Laea Festival."

"Laea Festival"?

There are seasons in this world as well. A name that means spring, summer, autumn and winter in Japan.

Spring Esyl Summer Laea

Autumn Yarvous Winter Liu

"It's Laea this season, isn't it? This is how people get busy everywhere trying to blow up this heat."

Listen to Anold explain,

(I see. Just a summer festival)

The sun color becomes more and more unpleasant when convinced. Even though it's hot, and some guys are hot and bitter, this crowd is fuelling it all the more. Uzzy.

"Have you considered being rude right now?

"Ah? Nothing. I just thought Osama was hot and bitter."

"Um! I don't know if that's a lie or something to say or deny! What are you being honest with me about, Kola!

"That's what I'm saying is hot and painful"

"Come on, you little bastard, you really are..."

Anold is shivering with his fists. Muir's face shows up in Anold's sight. The face was upbeat and the eyes reflected a visibly moving crowd.

Anold pounds his hand like he came up with something there.

"I made up my mind! Whoever said anything, I made up my mind!

"What's sudden? Have you gone crazy at last?

"Ugh!

Muir and the others are also patting their eyes on Kyoton.

"You're taking the inn here today, aren't you? Enjoy the festival anyway!

Muir as well as Winkaa brighten the look on the words. Seems pretty happy.

I actually wanted to enjoy these festivals, but maybe I couldn't tell you. Winkaa would just want some food though.

"Well, then you guys are going to have fun. I can eat at the inn first."

"Wait."

When the sun color tried to walk out, Anold grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Let go."

"No, no, that's not right at this time, is it? Fun, huh, Festival?

"Not interested"

"Huh, can I say that?"

"... what?

Anold is nibbling with his index finger up.

There was something on his face that made him feel a little moody and he wanted to stick it down, but he put up with it.

"Ready? The Laea Festival, which opens in this [Surge], is quite decadent in scale."

…………

"I don't know if it's a store. Besides, the fact that there are super popular stalls is what makes it so special!

The word "super popular store" attracts a little interest, and the sun color makes my eyebrows look pique.

"And [Sarge] also plays tournaments competing for which stall became the most popular. Well, a grocery store usually wins... so far, you know?

"............ I see, when you get some pretty tasty stuff out there?

"I think you can be satisfied, huh?

"Hmm..."

Anold is familiar with the world situation.

It's not the first time this [Sarge] festival has happened, either. There will be no lies in the words you are saying either. I don't even see a reason for it.

When that happens, the forefinger begins to flourish on the word delicious.

So tempered, the sun color came out in front of everyone as I thought.

"Oh, man."

Anold seems discouraged to see the day color that moved without answering anything and whether his persuasion made any sense either, but the day color says this as he looks forward.

"Show me quickly. What would you do if something superb was sold out, pervert?"

"Heh, pervert, don't say it!

Anold raises his eyes and yells, but his mouth is slightly broken.

I'm excited to see if Muir and the others are looking forward to it. The four and one decided to enjoy the festival for a while.

"..." Burning Peach Candy "?

The sun color whines as he looks at the street signs.

Anold looks impressed and talks with his eyes open.

"Oh, this is another rare fruit for sale!

"Hey, there! Come on, make it cheap!

Cheerful Oyaji, the owner of the stall, wields his affection. Muir and Wincaa look at Burning Peach Candy, which is lined up in the stalls and shines their eyes.

"Oyaji, here's four...... no, give me five!

Anold also put the proper Hanemaru minutes in the count. "I mean, that's okay," Wincah said with a laugh as she thanked him.

"Aye! Oh, ladies, you're so cute, let's give you an oversized one with an omelet!

"Oh, thank you...... eheh"

"Mmm...... old chubby"

Muir and Winkaa overflow with joy.

The sun colors also received each one and made an observation first.

And the sun color is, "Is it delicious?," asks Anold.

"Oh, it's great. Fruit shaped like this burning fire. Candy but soft enough to chew easily. If you try it, you'll know how burning it is."

That's what they say. I'll take a bite of the sun color.

Crisp and certainly not very resistant. Tasting it in my mouth with a mogmog, suddenly something played out in my mouth with my patsy.

"- Ugh!?

"Hehe, are you surprised? Fruit that can play patsy on the tongue. That's the pinnacle of this Burning Peach!

Anold screams proudly. Sure, this tasted like a habit. Weirdly not too sweet, then you can enjoy the texture. Nippon decided that this was a popular substitute for children.

Muir is also putting his hand on his cheek and letting his face wander over its delicacy and texture. Winkaa was enjoying her cheeks with her tiny mouth fully open, and Hanemaru was eating gazigazi.

Sometimes I was hungry, and soon the flattened suncolors were in a busy wave of people.

"Ugh! There's next!

Gourmet hunting under Anold's lead.

(I see, is this the festival? If you have something delicious, maybe it's not bad)

When I was in Japan, there was something fresh and quite appealing to Japanese colors that I had never been to a festival or anything like that.

But what I think would be better without this crowd would be the sun color.

There are also many stalls that are common at Japanese festivals, such as shooting and lottering.

Muir enjoyed that kind of play as much as he wanted with Anold, Winkaa, but after walking for a while, the solar-colored mental parameters finally began to cross the limit.

(Oh, you can't. People hit me earlier and stepped on my feet............ I wonder if all the others will disappear)

I was beginning to think horrible things. There's a big stall in sight. The sign on the stall said:

Happiness Shark Sandbread

Anold, who was similarly looking at the sign, had a stunned look as if he had even seen a ghost.

"No way... that Happiness Shark... you say?

"You know what?

"Oh, of course! If you're a cook, it's an ingredient that I think you should try once!

From that state of excitement, I could speculate that it would be an extra substitute.

"Ready? Happiness Sharks only live in the [Great Blue Sea]. Besides, it's only in the deep sea, so it rarely surfaces. It is rare (rarely) to Honto, but it may appear on the sea surface for a little while during the spawning period. Its body is beautiful peachy and produces jade horns on its head. They say it's a complete diet that you can eat all over your body, teeth, body, and horns!

Anold is shaking his whole body and talking hot, but he's basically not interested in living things, so the sun color is listening from right to left. There's only one thing I want to ask you.

"So? Is it delicious?

"Oh, my God! Ready? They also say it tastes better than Aquahound's Meat!

"Buy it. Right now."

Moments, the eyes of the sun changed and there was a similar force to the intent to kill.

"Oh, oh... but yeah"

"What?"

"Why don't you take a look?

"Mm?"

Ahead of Anold pointing out, there was some ragged crap that we often see in shopping districts and such. There were many people lined up around it.

"There will be a limited number of them... only the guy who won the race will be allowed to eat them."

"What...?

Impact runs all over the body of the sun color. I can't believe you're here and you can't eat such delicious food, bite your teeth off saying what a torture it is.

"Sounds like one at a time. And try winning a few more... Oh, does the plate say eight more servings... and there's a lot of customers lined up and I don't think I can do it."

Totally give up. Look at Anold in the mood. The sun color grips his fist regrettably.

Winkaa was also blue as to whether she was desperate for Anold's words.

Apparently, just like the sun color, she wants to try it on her mouth.

(Wait, wait, that Aquahound meat was amazing. But you have more than that in front of you and you can't eat it? Can that happen............... no, I have no words to give up!

The sun looks up and stares at the store.

"Thank you for everything, Osama."

"Ah?"

"Thank you for putting me on tour."

"If you say that, you can't eat it..."

"No, there's no reason to give up"

"But hey, you can't seem to think about it in common sense, can you?

"Don't be ridiculous. If it's common sense that you don't have a good chance of winning, I'll distort you!

The sun sends its gaze at those who are ragged and screwed. Apparently, if they win, they'll come out with balls of gold.

One hit means there's seven more to go. We must hurry.

(If……)

The sun color concentrates magic at your fingertips. A pale, blue-white light lit the pointy index finger.

"Hey, you guys, get your hands on it"

"" "... Huh?

The three of them shall be Pocahontas for the words and deeds of the sun color.

One by one, there are fewer guests standing in front of the scratch. And the winner showed up, and finally only four more Happiness Shark sandbreads were left.

But from there, luckily, no one pulled a hit.

That's how it's finally......

It's my turn.

The order of the sun colors came around.

Gokuri and throat, slowly spinning the gallapon. The rattling sounds.

- Cologne.

Everyone on the spot took a breath.

The color of the balls that came out was - - - - - -.