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

Why can tailed animals often forget the existence of objects stuck to them?

I was thinking about that as I watched the blue dog at my feet twirl around the tail that I could see through to the edge of my sight.

This demonic blue dog is named Ziff and seems to be adored by everyone as an idyllic presence here at Magical Schenker Group Headquarters.

The other day Pickle told me happily, "When I touch you, you lick my hand."

A large number of slaves are still moving around today on Schenker Avenue in front of headquarters, and it looks like the fall festival is well on its way.

The drums of the prototype were beaten on top of a good place, around which the slaves seemed eager to practice singing and dancing.

"Master, this is the book behind you."

"Yeah."

Confirm the sale of artificial demon crystals brought to you by purple long-sleeved one-piece chicken, rolled in a pepper.

It's a bum you shouldn't find out by mistake, so it's less profitable than you thought with a very far-fetched cover-up on the way to distribution.

Still, you can't stop laughing because you make about half of the annual profits on our table.

There's no money on the table, but there's as much use for it as there is.

"Master Pisces said we could increase the supply."

"Leave what the head says alone. But he's handsome no matter how old he is."

"Do you mind?

"It's okay. Tell me you want more, and what do you think will happen when that comes out soon?

"Aren't you happy?

"You're not. If you scratch your stomach, you won't be able to sleep because you're worried about what's coming out."

"Huh."

"Look, chicken, if you mean it, don't give it all. I'm gonna do everything I can until I die."

"Is that noble teaching?

"I know how to work with animals."

"Shh...?

I guess I said something I don't know.

Well, it's a dead man's bullshit.

You'd better not know for life.

When I look back at the paperwork, an unexpectedly strong wind blows in through the window and shakes my forehead.

It's been a little while.

It's cooler now.

With this coolness, you can't go in the pool anymore.

"How are the slaves these days?

"I'm fine."

"Do you have a playground or something?

"A lot of kids were sorry they couldn't play in the pool anymore, but now that we're in, we're gonna catch a cold."

Yes, it is.

Pools are really a luxury because they can only be used in summer.

You used to keep things like that in elementary and middle school in your previous life.

How to use the water field......

Is there anything?

Water, water...

Swimsuit...... black...... white...... bikini...... no, it's not.

Water. Water. Water. Autumn. Autumn.

Fish.

Speaking of fish, I guess fishing.

"Chicken, have you ever done fishing?

"Fishing is the one you do at sea, right? If you've ever read it in a book."

"That's right, I can't fish this river"

"The demon in the water field is so dangerous, because every year a pedestrian horse is dragged into the river"

"If you can do it, you want to try it?

"No, I can't imagine..."

"Oh, yeah?

Chicken is so indoor-like, even if the fishing culture was in Turkiiba.

Well, try things, shall we?

So I was coming with Laura to the swimming pool refill fishing moat.

About ten geese that have already been transported from the farm have been released, and pump demons have also been mounted to pump oxygen into them.

Several round-tails have also been installed in the water, making it a hiding place for fish.

To make it look like a fishing moat once, I handed the board to the pool and also made scaffolding.

The rest of it. Whoa.

Should there be some aquatic plants or something?

Well, if I say baldy, it's a macho carp, so I don't care about any environment for it and keep living.

"Here's the thing, how about...?

"Thank you, I think if it goes well, I'll ask the farm people to take care of this place."

"Or maybe..."

The long-haired, silver-haired fisherman crept down, and me and Laura set up a fishing rod.

I didn't sell the fishing rod, so it was handmade by Laura.

At first, I made it somehow, but I couldn't do that on the way. They took it away.

That's right, I'm from Port Town, and I seem annoyed with fishing.

"It's been a long time since I've been fishing, but I used to go fishing on my father's boat in my hometown."

"I've had very little experience, so tell me all about it."

I'll take care of it.

By the way, the needle is also a special order.

No one fishes inland like this, not even close to the river.

Until we had more fish in our farming, it was a pretty fancy dish to muddy with river fish.

I didn't expect that much more.

Anyway, I threw Laura's special creamy conditioning bait onto the tip of the needle and into the shadow of Marutai.

"Look, fishing is a battle with patience. No matter how much you can't catch, you shouldn't be in a hurry. Make sure you get one chance."

"Yes!... that! Coming!

"What! Already?!?"

The bald spot has eaten into the bait in an instant.

Pull the rod all the way, but the force is strong and it's like I can't stand my teeth.

Strengthen your magic as much as you want on the fishing rod that started making noise with the mistletoe as soon as possible.

"Whoa, whoa!!

"Make the fish weak, pull in the direction you ran!

As Laura advised, when I pull the pole, the fish run against it.

Pull the rod on the fish going again, and vice versa.

I do that over and over again with an obsession, but the fish have no sign of weakness at all.

My arm was pampered by a few minutes of defense, my hips were helo, and on the contrary, I was about to be dragged into the water.

I use regenerative magic to heal all, but hey, I feel like this is too much fish strength.

I was just starting to get sick of it, and Mr. Laura's hand overlapped my hand.

"All right, well done. Shall I raise it with you?"

"Thank you"

"I'll put it up in Ippatsu."

"Okay!

Yi...... to......, so dopon! and making a good sound of the economy, the bald hag jumped high in the sky.

... What was the struggle just now?

Is Laura's power awesome or am I too weak...

Do you want me to say that the fish was strong?

I glanced around the ground, small hands on a big bald guy with as many puppies as I could.

Laura then tried to drip the fishing line too, but once again the fish ate quickly...... the rod broke quickly.

I knew the fish were too strong.

The needle is a precious item, so I dived into the fishmonger child earlier and had him collect every bald spot.

It's cool now, but it's bad.

In the end, bald fishing turned the rod into a fat bluebamboo, which turned into a slightly weird game of fighting fish all over my body.

"Gu...... no no"

After me and Laura try each one, I try to make everyone who brings me here today do it in order to see if it's a play that can also be made into a normal slave.

What I'm trying right now is a long-haired fisherman from earlier.

She desperately wraps the thick thread wrapped around the middle of the thick bamboo there and pulls the fish with great struggle.

Geese geese storm around the pool, so nature and the fisherman also make a dynamic move to the right and left.

Looks like a complete line with the fish.

That's a lot of exercise.

"Ah! Ha ha... I won! I won......!

Next to a desperately pulled up bald spot, the fishmonger child is happily banzaed.

I can take pictures and commemorate the camera.

"What do you say? Fishing."

"I hate to call this fishing, though."

"Uh, well, it's messed up, one, I'm tired"

The kid just now is a troubled face.

I'd say it's faster to dive in and take it, but I guess I can't.

I guess I should have brought in other than the fishmongers.

Well, for a while, can I keep looking at things like this?

By the time you start baking the caught bald spot, the sun is already setting, and the red sunset is a pretty good mood on the water.

The guys I followed with are eating the fish each caught a little further away.

I almost caught what I put in the pool today, so I'll have to bring the fish from the pond again.

It would be more productive to open up to the slaves, even as a weird fishing hole, than to let the pool play as a water field for bugs and birds, too.

I don't want to fish again myself.

I thought so from the bottom of my heart as I roasted the half-cut bald baldness with salt.

"What do you say? My fish."

"No, it's delicious."

It doesn't taste too delicious or it tastes rustic.

"You bet, the fish I fished myself hard for are exceptional. That might be surprisingly fashionable."

"Yes."

Laura stares at the darkened surface of the water with a face that sees what she misses.

"How was Mr. Laura?

"It's not like local fishing, but how could it have been fun?"

"It's a local town, isn't it?"

"Oh, as cold a harbor as it's going to freeze in the winter"

She put a little mouth on the bald bald salt grill and looked up to the golden moon.

There will also be a moon floating in the far north harbour town.

It's a little different from my hometown stuff.

There's a big line in the moon on this planet.

They say, "Lid of the Moon" or "Keyhole of Truth," but I guess a heavily drunk old wizard shot magic into the moon.

But thanks to that single line, when I was a young girl, I couldn't help but be distracted.

Unlike me like that, Mr. Laura is such a distance that she can go home if she wants to, so it'll be extra hard.

"One day, would you like to go home if you could?

"What?

"It's home."

Laura re-stabbed the fish skewer near the fire and laughed small.

"Now. I haven't been home since I joined the army in 15. Whatever father or brother I've seen in the army, my mother and others are already suspicious."

"Still, it's my hometown."

"Well, if the day comes when I'm going home, I'll take you with me and show you around"

"Yeah, show me everything."

"But... don't you want to go home?

I just had a little trouble replying to those words.

I don't want to go back to Japan either.

Of course I don't like company animals, but in retrospect, it wasn't just a life of work.

There were a lot of good things going on now.

Of course there were things I wanted to do, things I was going to do, people I wanted to see.

Still, if I could go home, I had a clear reason not to.

"I won't... over there, because I don't have you"

"Really? You want me to follow you?

"No, I can't, there's probably no magic over there. The demons are atrophied and dying of multi-organ failure."

"What, I don't have a dream"

"That's what it is."

"Well, I hope I lived on the most endless island if I had you too..."

"Really?

Laura said, looking up at the sky.

"Without you... the desert is the same, even in the homeland of nostalgia"

"It's... I'm the same."

A cold wind blows through between them, shaking the flames of the burning fire.

The sound of firewood burst, and I got cold all the time.

Under the moonlight, the two shadows approach slightly from either...

I stuck around, and then I couldn't leave without it.