Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

There are mountains of life and valleys.

As the hall of a nearly collapsed unit, I remember striking thunder all over the enemy soldiers pushing over.

He made sure his men dragged him back to the fort. I woke up with the Regenerating Wizard's seemingly pitiful face.

It's a furious development from there.

Visits, awards, encouragement and discharge of the Tabernacle.

All I had left was a medal and a pension notebook, and a missing body of demons.

I'm glad you had kids first, and my wife laughs powerlessly waiting at home.

That is indeed fortunate, the Baron Gossin family is cheap as long as they have a son.

But how about me?

The days of hell have begun.

A life without magic is just an infirmity that I was not usually aware of.

I stopped smoking when I was alone because I also had to use magic tools to smoke.

Demon crystals are expensive when you buy them yourself.

I'm going to be living in a pension with three families in the future, I need to save money.

Even the toilet, putting water in the cistern is manpower.

The bottle and pattern for me stir up a miserable mood.

I can't wake up in the middle of the night or read a book.

I can't use dark vision or luminescence.

Well, that's a lot of inconvenience, but that's something I can't help.

What made me miserable more than anything was not to put it on any job.

This was hard for me as a working person.

Veterans can be teachers or involved in railroads, but they can't both be people without magic.

What am I living for?

What the hell am I?

Was I such a worthless person when I couldn't use magic?

In my third year of stuffiness, changes came to my body.

Hi, I have terrible diarrhea.

I switched my diet to something that was digestible and soft.

You look pale, too, why?

I also cough.

I'm not exercising, and I wonder if I ever get sick.

5th year since discharge.

I feel better or worse.

I often lay low.

Wong Pak's son entered the cadet school dormitory and it was as if the fire had gone out of the house.

No one comes to visit, loneliness erodes my heart.

My hair started falling out and I was clearly old.

The same age as walking in town still remains tough.

What happens to me...?

Exactly 10 years since I lost my demon.

It's also hard to stand and walk these days.

It hurts in my stomach and chest.

Totally old man.

My wife and I don't look as good anymore as my father and daughter.

I've cut out the edges before, but she shakes her neck sideways with a gentle face.

"Didn't you do all you could for the country, lose your magic, and be alone? Then it's not much," he said, "I was discharged and I zeroed my tears for the first time.

In the midst of the days of just waiting for such death, a letter arrived.

From the Army's former boss.

He's already retired. He's coming to see me.

I said no, I didn't want them to see me now.

But my boss really wants to see me.

I exchanged letters many times and was finally pushed off.

By then, I couldn't stand any longer.

"I've got eyes on the demon regeneration."

"Heh."

It was a dumb reply from me.

I've already lost my teeth and I'm totally grandpa.

My former boss looks young.

But demon regeneration?

I've never heard anything like that.

"The regenerating wizard is still a civilian, the army has decided not to release this fact. But I want to reward you for your dedication. So secretly send it to the site for playback."

"Huh."

"Don't worry, they've already treated many of them in the same condition as you. I told my wife I'd meet her at the salon next time."

That being said, my former boss rang a sabel and left.

As usual, he's not human.

But before I die, maybe it's nice to see that ooh hey face again.

When I was at it, at some point I was forced to change and be put on the train.

My consciousness is already jumping.

This isn't a passenger car, it's probably a freight car.

The area was covered with darkness, and only the sound of the tracks could be heard.

"Duh."

The voiceless voice went out, but my wife replies, "Go to Turkiiba" properly.

Turkiiba, that's an area where agriculture thrives.

It was nothing in particular...

When I was thinking about that, my consciousness slowly went away again.

Its regenerative wizard, Sawadi Schenker, looked just a little older than his son.

My fiancée, who says he's a former Army major standing next to him, is probably 10 years older than him.

Older wife, that's ex-military, too, sounds tough.

"Mr. Gossin, your body is a lot worn out, so let's cure it in order."

Saying so without incident and writing something down, his side is still young.

They've healed so many without demons like me before...

Are you sure this kid can cure the demon?

My wife, who is holding back beside me, also looks anxious.

What happens to us?

Ever since I had my teeth grown on my first day, every day, it was my job to eat.

Meat, bread, vegetables, I don't know. Long, thin pasta, whatever. I eat it as it comes out.

Even if I wasn't hungry, I packed it as soon as a gap opened in my stomach.

The second stomach I was treated with was invigorating without darkness, and I suffered from digesting things early on in the arrow.

Apparently my wife was about to graduate to be hungry bulky and regenerative magic, but I used to see a lot of sights on the battlefield.

A military doctor is free to cure and kill.

The teacher only came to treat him once a day, but he was better armed than any military doctor I've ever seen.

I've been feeling it for years now, chest and belly pain and discomfort disappear more and more every time I follow the day.

Could it really be...

It also helps to eat rice.

After a week, I could stand and walk.

I look a lot better in the mirror than I've seen before.

I feel rejuvenated at once.

My head is full of shit.

"You, what if the demon heals?

"Right, I want to smoke"

"Otherwise, is there somewhere you want to go?

"Somewhere... right, you can go anywhere"

"I've always wanted to go to the Expo Memorial Museum in Miiho Belli."

"Oh, let's go as soon as my body's healed. I said if you were with me, it would be the end of the earth..."

My wife's face slowly approached me... then I left.

Hey, that's not true!

Ahead, pointed out by his wife, stood Niyaniya Laughing Teacher.

Mr. Gossin, it's a cure.

"Doctor, a little more. Come on..."

"Do that at home, heal your demons today, and you'll be discharged in a while."

"Really?!?

"Well......! Is that true?

"Enough body makeup, now go back to the office."

Me and my wife join hands and head to the office with a light foothold.

You really need to heal!

Mine!

The demon!

When I slept and woke up, there was really magic on my body.

Watch the teacher snort this way and gather magic at his fingertips.

I drew a magic formation of small things and took out the cigarette that day.

Magically light a cigarette like the other half is falling apart.

I inhaled bad smoke all over my chest.

Oh, from the battlefield that day, I finally got back.

Really, it's the worst cigarette in my life.

Wasted and sucked to the ground.

I couldn't help but cry.

A few mornings later, we left in a rickshaw from behind the Sleira mansion.

I guess I should really get lost in the dark, but the teacher said, "I have time for the train and you can leave at noon."

I gratefully received the word and set off hiding my face with my hat for once.

I don't know if it was someone else who came in, but it was once.

He pulls the car off a lively boulevard when the Scales' husbands (shuffles) suffocate.

I asked curiously.

"What about the Schenker family?

"Well, that's very prosperous."

Husband pointed to the men and women carrying the load.

He is carrying heavy luggage on his back, talking about something in his mouth.

"They belong to the Schenkers."

"Phew."

Next, Husband pointed to the people and feet at the construction site.

They're doing some kind of demolition of the store.

The woman with the hammer on her shoulder is skipping some kind of instruction.

"They're the Schenkers, too."

"I see."

Furthermore, the husband pointed to a stall written in red as' Peperoncino '.

I can hear you calling in fine.

Even though it's before noon, some people seem to wait on the side.

"It's a Schenker stall, too."

"Heh."

Finally, the husband pointed to a line of lawnmowers (bokkensha) who pulled their spears with aligned armor.

"That's the Schenker family unit."

"Wait a minute, isn't it just the Schenkers?"

That just blocked the conversation.

Whatever it is, it's too broad, there's something in it, isn't there?

Husband shook his head without looking back.

"That's why it's so prosperous."

"If the Schenkers were doing so much business, wouldn't they be eating up what's in town?

"Well, it seems there are places like that... the Schenkers lend their people and feet to almost every office in town to get paid."

"So no one's in charge?

"It seems that some people prescribe jobs these days, but basically they do."

That's a very minuscule way to make money.

With all those regenerative magic arms, you can make as much money as you want, why are you doing all this roundabout?

"Master Schenker's youngest son is called Sawadi of Mercy."

"Mercy."

"Those kids are all former defective slaves for free. I cure it, I make it work, I even do pennies, I wait for a job in my hand."

"Oh... well, maybe mercy."

I heard my husband snort.

Are you unexpectedly tearful even though you are a strong man?

Shifting his gaze away from his husband, he saw a clan of cats in bright red hats running into an alley.

"What's that red hat you just ran?

"Oh, that's the Schenkers, too. It's a recent Tolkiiba newsletter, and it's my job to deliver letters anywhere in Tolkiiba."

"You even do things like mail for your people."

"Well, there's a tendency for the world to be top and bottom, but those under Turkiiba are already on Master Schenker from debt to manpower and foot arrangements. Come on"

"Sounds like quite the merchant."

The world of nobility and subordinate people is clearly divided.

Normally, they never mix with each other.

In the middle of it, the Schenkers are doing well.

His son, a little older, suddenly seemed to grow up.

How will my son in cadet school grow up?

If you wish, may your son not only get rid of his demons...