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

Shiatsu, it's something that will never go anywhere in the world.

It continues to arise as long as we live in people… it is a terrible monster, inseparable from social life.

"So, I'd like to ask Sawadi to take charge of Shenker Street."

"Dear Town Chairman, please don't do this. Besides, there's no such thing as Schenker Street."

"Because you must already be a nobleman. I've already changed the name of the street in front of your headquarters."

"I'm still a useless student. Give me a break."

Back in the middle of the summer, this is how I was behaved by the town chairman, Oyaji.

It's a genuinely unscrupulous gesture to let the streets in front of headquarters occupied until this time be rounded up at the Fall Festival so you can cheer me up.

I've already changed my name to Schenker Avenue. I was heartfelt annoyed by the town chairman who said no offense, but I was annoyed, so how can I do this?

That's what smudges are.

I've been looking after this town chairman for a long time.

It was the town chairman who brokered the building at the Magical Schenker Group headquarters, and I used to owe him a little money, and he used to give me a bath when I got wet in the rain.

It was also this jerk who arbitrated me against a young girl with a blade when my older brother teased her eight strands and trained her in childhood.

It was also this jerk who pulled up a horse he couldn't walk on when his younger brother crashed on a horse.

Brothers, you're all taking care of this jerk.

"Anyway, please. This street."

"Please stop bowing your head, because I understand"

I can't let this jerk keep my head down.

I guess I'll have to do it after all.

Fortunately, I have a lot of people to work for besides me.

Yes, my beloved slaves.

Our reputation in the neighborhood can be tremendous thanks to the slaves cleaning in front of our headquarters and strongholds every day.

Especially since they used to say "Necktsuka Street" and so on, now "Schenker Street" is famous as a beautiful place for Turkiiba.

The slaves' attachment to 'Schenker Street' was hard because they practiced the band every day for over six months on that street and ran the stalls.

I was ecstatic about the news that the name of the street had changed, and there were even tears in the story of being entrusted with the whole street at the Fall Festival.

I don't know, but I'm honestly glad that the slaves I was forced to bring in from somewhere around here liked this town.

I'm glad...

I want you to take the liberty of collecting the campus, paving the ground, and stop stating 'Schenker Boulevard' with road signs.

It's a lie because it's not Boulevard, and we're gonna rewrite it later when we change our name.

The road itself didn't become ours... but the town chairman thanked me for the pavement.

To the head of those slightly runaway slaves, I had come to discuss the fall festival.

"Can you entrust me with the whole street at the festival..."

"That's right, we're with you until last year, and we're gonna play a play, right? Thought you might have a tough staffing..."

"That's not true, it's enough to help me with more work."

Chicken, the lead slave, shook his head to the side.

"Really?

"Yes, everyone wants a temporary job for the holidays by saying they have too many holidays. The slaves, as well as the retirees."

"And veterans? Don't you have that much money?"

"Girls cost a lot of money. Clothes, marriage money..."

"Hmm."

"And then it was fashionable to go see the play, and they're all saving money."

"Let's play. That's good."

Maybe one of these days I can rent out the theater for welfare.

If it's to get more fans of the play, I don't even hate cutting my money.

"Anyway, if you're going to get paid, I think people will get together without any problems. When my husband said," I can't do it, but I will. "I'm a slave."

It's a bitter chicken, but I'm the one who's forced to do it and get more work.

Who would treat an injury or illness?

"Anyway, don't force me to shift. I'll do it from the foundation."

"Okay, what kind of festival shall we make?

"That's got an idea for me. The musical team is busy, so gather the musical instruments."

"Yes, sir."

I feel like I'm being unscrupulous.

But the point of our practice is this guy, the lead slave.

Talk to this guy if anything happens, throw everything round.

That's great, that's very helpful.

It's hard, but I'm paying about three times as much as a regular worker.

I'm a man who rewards his contribution.

I had an idea about the festival.

Instead, should I say that there was a festival I wanted to see?

Speaking of these festivals, they're kind of plain with things like celebrating abundance and praying to the Spirit.

I don't really sing or dance with a mountain bike running around the city.

But when I say festival, it's a song and a dance, right?

When it comes to festivals that Japanese people want to see, they don't have to be bonsai.

"Are you going to make a gig, play on it...? Is that what you want?

"This street is under our heavens, you don't mind."

"Well, if your husband says so."

I leave my territory to the cattle people in charge of the scene, and I'm ready for the trinkets and the 'phonetics'.

"Audio Head" is the heart of the Japanese, because songs, sardines and rhythms are engraved in their souls, not memories.

Anyway, I have to make a drum first.

Though I thought so and prototyped it, I haven't had a good time for a while...

Thanks to a handmade slide sitting in the pool at the end of the summer, I was able to unearth talent.

"Are you going to creep through the contents of this big tree?

"Yeah, I'll make two, just in case."

It was a slave named Mamoi who was good at woodworking who pulled it out of the trinket shop we run.

If you do it, you are clever and fast at work.

At a time like this, it would be nice to have a thick talent base of slaves.

Of course I'll do some phonetic practice in parallel with the existing drums.

You can't wait to finish the drum in time.

But I remember the song, you don't have the lyrics.

I don't have literature or anything, so I managed to get in shape by only mouthing the lyrics Hunt wrote to me.

I think it's called "Turkiiba Sound Head".

Dancing is a lot, but the easier it is, the better.

We're all drunk anyway, and that's fine if you take a look and easily imitate it and get mixed up in a dance ring.

This is how the preparations for the festival themselves were going well without being busy...

It's only when you're busy that people talk about things from weird places that make you feel so refreshed.

He's a musical team that played a bissy at my wedding the other day, but he's pretty reputable for that performance.

The next week a nobleman from a Turkiiba residence offered me a rental to use for my daughter's wedding as well.

That's nothing, I've planted proper courtesy, and I have an extensive repertoire of songs.

Besides, Leona, the conductor of that band, was originally a salon bartender in Wang Du, and she was familiar with aristocratic customs.

The band, trained in training, was a group of supernatants among our slaves, with all their minds and moves, so they were able to respond comfortably to the rental.

Well, it was good then.

The problem is that another request came in from the other nobles who were at that wedding.

The band that can do marching was a little fresh over here, apparently.

You already have a bad feeling about this, don't you?

I did, too.

From that date on, lend, lend, and lend again.

Weddings, parties, tea parties, ceremonies.

Called all over, praised all over.

Well, Mendelssohn does it all too.

Fine. Who wrote that song?

It's not me, is it?

But I'm the one who taught you, right?

Soon afterwards, a sudden request for composition came in from an unsprickly aristocrat, and I had a complete head...

"No, no, you can't"

"Even so, my opponent is a great faction man. That would also be your grandson's birthday celebration, no one can say no. Is there anything more to your past life's bending?

"Well, there is."

"Then why don't you do it? If you weren't a big guy, you could poke me, so I thought this was the only time I tried my best."

That's what Laura tells me to cut my nails next to the couch...

Even the Mendelssohn marriage march I did at my wedding wasn't easy to reproduce.

Because I managed to get all the slaves who could do the music together and write many patterns along the main theme to make it look like it.

I happened to be good before, but I'm not sure.

"The slaves who are here today, are you powerless?

"You're feeling a little nervous ~"

"Why don't you buy it? Let them gather skilled slaves."

"Oh, well... you can buy slaves other than defective slaves"

"What are you talking about"

Laura laughs like a cookie villain and drops a kiss on the back of my hand with her nails clean.

I knew it would be great to talk to your wife about anything.

I haven't visited a familiar slave trader in a long time, and I was told of a long celebration of marriage and meditation by Perseus, a hot tearful slave trader.

This is a strange edge, too, but you've been taking care of this shitty jizzy from your grandfather's generation.

He's probably the one who's happiest about my birth, and he brought me a morning celebration and my favorite treat for a wedding I can't get out of.

Honestly, I already think like a relative's uncle.

"… so this Perseus was convinced of this leap from the moment Sawadi was born"

"No, no, that's too much. It's time to show me your slaves."

Waiting in the usual room, shaking off the hot and painful Perseus, naively brought in the slaves.

I only told him to gather musicians, so this time it was especially untied...

For some reason, they were all defective slaves.

"Master Sawadi has become a legend in the slave traders' world, and these people have volunteered to become slaves if they have treatment."

"Yes, the normal one didn't come?

"If I recruited only musicians, the frame was filled only with defective slaves. Everyone has a proven track record."

"Phew, could there be these guys in each area?

"It's already young and old."

"If I told you I was going to buy it, would you get together?

Perseus chuckled with his canine teeth out with such a bad face as he had never seen before.

"I've been waiting for that word"

"... No, I just said it. Just sayin"

There's nothing wrong with it, and I'm not buying it.

I don't even have a lot of management to catch up with now.

A technician who can't be used for simple labor is a treasure troublemaker if the middle management isn't growing up right now.

Well, if the slaves say they want to learn something, can we buy one or two as teachers?

A group of musicians is just fine in that regard.

Many of the slaves say they want to play music as a hobby or a job, so when this conversation is over, let's let these guys do some personal instruction.

If I could play a keyboard or something, it might be conducive to my marriage... more importantly, music enriches my life.

There's really no entertainment in this world.

But if it's for wedding purposes, should teachers like poetry and embroidery also buy them early?

This is a pressing challenge because many of the slaves have aged women.

Treated a group of musicians who took them home from the slave traders.

The slaves in the apartment, which was then somewhat despicable, were moved to another building, where the musicians packed them.

It's louder when you play music, it's better if you don't have any neighborhood problems outside of town.

Then, on the day I let them move in already, I decided to quickly gather everyone together to give a job description.

I've got a lot to do, Tequila, or I won't make it.

"Just now, nobles asked me to compose this time. I don't know how to compose, so I decided to ask you guys to do the trick. So I want this guy to do his own braids using the melody he teaches as his main theme. Hey, Moimo, do me a favor."

"Ha! Master Sawadi!

"This guy is clever, he has some knowledge of composition and braiding, so ask him questions about the instruments he uses."

"Leave it to me!

"Dear Sawadi, may I?"

The grandfather of the Raptors raised his hand, accumulating a white beard.

For what I saw, I wonder if this guy will be the elder of a group of musicians.

"Forgive the question"

"Who is the nobleman who will deliver the song this time?

Former Major General of the Army, Lord Suriyawa.

"Ooh..."

"What an honor..."

"Who is Master Suriyawa..."

"I've only seen you once..."

"I am the protector of musicians..."

"Great story..."

To the deliberate musicians, I heard a loud voice from next door saying, "Drink!" The voice flew.

... Surprised.

Don't be a little eary Keane.

Moimo, tempered, had his face turned bright red and held his fist in front of his chest.

"What are you doing in a civilian mood?" It's in front of my husband!

…………

"I don't know who you were before, but now you're slaves, get lost!

I don't know, I'm out of bees. I guess I shouldn't pinch my mouth.

Moimo, who saw the slaves go quiet, bowed his head, "Excuse me," he said.

This guy... what kind of worldview is he living in? You all right, buddy?

"Any other questions? One at a time."

Silently fingers a middle-aged woman who raised her fearful hand.

"Oh, I'm afraid I have a question, how long will this job be due?"

"Right, a month"

Really, I have a two-month respite, but when I keep saying this, I'm late.

"Yes, a month...... I did"

"Oh, I'm afraid, do you mind if I ask you a question"

It is the young man of the cat tribe who has asked the question in the replacement.

I'm getting a lot of nervousness and my mouth doesn't move well.

I pointed at him silently.

"Arrangement Yes... How far are you sure?

"If you can do something good, it shall be unlimited"

"Yes, thank you"

Poor thing is shaking.

Haven't people yelled at me before?

Do you want me to tell Moimo not to do much iron fist education or something?

Because the mench who brought in the basics of our education was rough anyway, my slaves are so army like.

"The one with the other questions"

I don't think so.

"If you have any questions, ask them through the band. Well, Moimo, let me listen to it for now."

"Okay."

When Moimo sets up a trumpet, everyone sits down in solitary spit.

The ride of the Valkyrie poured out with a dry, good sound that stained my heart.

I feel like a hell of a soldier.

Try to open the window of the apartment with enthusiasm.

On the wind, I caught the leaves of a tree that began to stain red with my hands.

I breathe dry air all over my chest and I feel a slight coolness in my sweaty cheerfulness.

To Turkiiba, autumn was coming.