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

Don't, don't!

Tattattata tata!

Don't, don't!

Poop, poop, poop.

Beje! Beje!

"That's good! Hey, guys!

"Moimo! Cool Yikes!

Today is the day before your husband's wedding.

We are a private musical team of skilled slaves.

I'm practicing the last of my instruments and marches to play at tomorrow's wedding...

The streets in front of the Schenker family headquarters had already been very crowded in the morning.

Sitting and watching is normal, and some neighbor rents out the window of the house as a sightseeing seat to do business.

This isn't just for today, it's been a long time here.

Our musical team has spent six months from winter preparing for tomorrow's wedding.

I've had my instruments and directing teachers put on, and I've even been practicing, from classics to popular music to your husband's composed wedding songs.

At first there were quite a few kids who couldn't make a decent noise.

Some kids were pissed off when they kicked him in the march and broke his instrument.

When we disagreed, we made a ring at the pedestrian hedge and beat each other up.

By the time it stops snowing, the sound keeps coming out uninterrupted.

By the time I felt the spring sun, the fight was gone.

By the time you take off your coat, you'll have your feet in order.

By the time we started to feel strong sunshine, we were a family.

More and more spectators were the only family members in the beginning...

Fill the streets at some point.

A spectator pushes from another town.

From Torx and Ruefma to the tourists we are looking for.

As a matter of course, the streets will be lined with stalls, and adventurers will be resident in place of caution sticks.

A number of guides started to stand when they did their territory to secure the location of the march and let people out of the way.

Since when is this a big deal?

What's so rare is that really every day, every day, people come in and take their place.

Not to mention in the street next door, the beginning and end of an orchestra that has nothing to do with it starting to play.

It's been really hard the last six months.

Your husband went through the process of renting out this street for us, didn't he?

Looks like you paid pretty good, but did you get your ex?

They said our stall sales were amazing every day, so I guess it's okay.

But that kind of distraction, it's all over now.

Cry or laugh, today is your last practice.

Tomorrow, in front of your nobility, is a sunny stage for presenting your performance as a skilled slave.

"How much did you pay for that costume?!?

"Cah! Cool -!

Yes, it's a sunny stage, so I'm wearing a sunny costume.

My husband made this cool outfit for me, based on white and blue, with red colors.

Sleeveless blazer shaped, edged by a golden mall.

The fabric itself is also woven with sparkling yarn, which I could tell at a glance was worth a lot.

It also has a cool hat with buttons, and since the day I put my sleeve through it, it's the object of everyone's attention in the city.

I just can't wear a man because he's a white skirt down there.

When you march with the heels of matching white long boots, the city kids run around and follow you.

It kind of makes me feel face-to-face when I open my sparkling eyes wide and watch as I stare so hard at pounding my little drum.

When I was a kid, too, I saw street performers with these eyes.

Zuttakatta!

Zuttakatta!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Tattoo! Tattoo!

Connect the pieces of the song with my little drum and enter the next song.

The cheers fly from the audience as the leading conductor twirls a large baton.

Beginning with a low loud trumpet sound was the toughest, most famous song we have.

It's the national anthem of this country.

Though it's supposed to be listening, this is the corner of the street.

Everyone gathered sings with great joy.

"Run your horse to the west ridge.

We'll attack to the end of the east.

Southern princesses, let me serve you.

Burn the North Sea Crack

Bow in the morning sun

Shoot enemies in the middle of the day

Alcohol to snatch and sip in the evening

I'll burn the mountains at night.

Sunny and brilliant fields

Know the stars and the time

Burning chest across dragons

We Cook the Crownian Moon "

If you notice, everyone raises their hands and says, 'To Crounia!' And I was singing three long live songs.

Oh, that's fun.

I want to do this festival.

Gazing and laughing at each other with Muhara, a fox clan slapping a big drum next door.

You look good, Muharrah.

Maybe I look so good, too.

The distractions continued until the sun set, and the spectators left sparing their goodbyes but headed back to their respective twists.

We'll have the final meeting tomorrow while we polish our instruments.

Even so, what I hear every day for six months.

I can do it perfectly if I don't do this.

But it's almost become a habit, so we all get together without anyone having to say anything, right?

"Look, don't stop the noise until you've got all the guests. I have a good signal."

"I know, the conductor (you) instructed me to move on the little drum of the alp. It's octopus in my ear."

"It must be!

"Alp, you're a tochi ~"

When I got everyone's gaze, I suddenly got nervous.

All the songs I start with. What...

Will you be all right, won't you skip the song?

"This, I wrote tomorrow's song, stick it next to the big drum"

"Oh, thanks......"

The conductor, Mr. Leona, handed me a small piece of paper.

I'm always next door to Muhara the big drum, thanks because if you stick it up you can move while watching.

Speaking of which, your husband told me that if you write your name in your palm 10 times and drink it, you'll be less nervous.

That, how did you write "alp"?

"You're nervous now. What are you gonna do?!

I wish everyone laughed at Sheena's words like that, but I'm not laughing at all.

Suddenly I can't feel like I'm not myself anymore.

What am I going to do with this from the day before...

"No, Alp, you're about to retire, what do you do?

"What, retired? Oh, you're retired. I wish I could stay in the musical team."

"Well, there's no reason to go work."

Sheena, a dog tribe who laughs with her knees, seems to be asking Mr. Chicken to let her have a stall when she retires.

I wish I could stay on the music team, but Sheena's whistle is nice, huh?

"So-so, I'm not at all crippled."

"I have company, the rice is good, and your husband will leave you alone."

That's right, it's great not to get mad, especially at your husband's mood.

They were all always harassed because the munchies were flying in the mood of their mistresses in the house they used to be.

"It's generally too different to make money, isn't it, being rich more than Schenker, about as noble as you already are?

"Come on, from tomorrow on, your husband's a nobleman, right?

"No, it is!

"Tomorrow, it's rumored I'll be worried. You're definitely out there because you're a dillen."

Sheena makes a circle with her index finger and thumb and laughs nasty.

No, Sheena needs to be more sober, or he'll shake you from time to time sneaking up on you.

An absurd story melts at night.

The conductor, Leona, too, just looks a little troubled and shrugs her shoulders.

We don't have to check now, but we all have streams staining our bodies.

Neither do I.

Soon, the tension seems to have gone somewhere, too.

Yeah, everyone here would be fine, wouldn't they?

What you've done so many times, there's no way you're going to fail.

That's right, I'm about to be a retired slave to the Schenker family.

Looking forward to it, I wonder what I'll buy.

Small drums for myself, clean clothes, decorative chains to put on costumes, or other instruments.

Oh, yeah!

I might want to buy that liquor first, with your wife's name on it...

I can't believe you named me for alcohol. It's gonna be a snooze ~.