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

The township you walk with your bad friends looks different than usual.

Nothing. Standing signs can be controversial, eating things that you don't eat alone, and engaging unexpectedly with strangers on the road.

But that's because if you go on every day, that's already everyday.

Freshness fades, and everything is no longer "like this".

And when that routine, which I thought would last forever, is lost, man realizes once again the glow of that day.

"That, Gini."

"Oh, Sawadi, it's been a while."

I met one of my fellow civilians, Gini, the three boys from the furniture store, in the theater, who was only two in the same generation of the school.

Looking a lot tighter, he graduated from school in the previous fiscal year to work at his parents' furniture store.

After all, I didn't wish for a job as a wizard.

Well, the place to recommend it was the house array...

"How have you been?

"No, I'm making furniture with the help of a jerk. I'm busy lightening it up for packing every day, varnishing it with dry magic."

"Really?"

"You're the one who got the daughter-in-law of a soldier and left him in the lab. That sounds like a tough one."

"No, no, the lab suits my skin in the lab."

"Really? Well, don't be too sorry."

"Yeah. Have you seen Ella lately?

"I haven't seen you, it's Ruefma now, huh? He's a fool to go into the bureau on purpose, too."

"Okay, bureau, it's stable."

"What's stable? He's been locked up for six months in Ruefma, where he was sent for backup. Did you get my letter? You cried that your newlywed daughter-in-law had lost touch with you."

"It arrived, it said to go see how it was going. I've never met Ella's wife. Oh, you've never even met your wife, have you?

"Isn't it nice to talk about your wife..."

"Ooh..."

Gini suddenly felt dark.

Is your wife's story a mine after all...

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while, let's go to a tea shop"

"Fine."

The topic didn't run out between the two we talked about for a long time, and the cheer lasted until the coffee shop closed.

Not a drop of alcohol, just sweet coffee and confectionery to crush the day.

They still had taste for themselves as children, even though they had a belt.

Slaves of mass-employed musicians the other day.

I used to wave a lot of work about having festival songs written, but their original job was to make songs for delivery to the great nobles.

Actually, the score of Valkyrie's rides, the song for that delivery, was accumulating more and more on my desk, but I was too busy to check it out and just put it down with a circular saying, "I'm going to come up with another proposal for each of you."

Well, that's really my fault.

But he said, "Tell me what's wrong!" and it wasn't my responsibility to get beaten up by security trying to break into the mansion with all the momentum and thrown into recruit training punitively.

And I had an errand and I went to see the musicians, and I was caught up in a little happening at the squad yard.

"Performance Wu! Begin!"

"Ha!"

The sound of Hyun-hyun and the spear cutting the air echoes, and the Adventurers' sheep show off their moulds while dynamically using their bodies.

Every powerful step involves a big roll of earthsmoke, glitter and sweat flowing down her mockingjay head.

You can feel the beauty of Rin from my amateur, it's a real act.

Now I have to be the fifth person, I wonder if it felt fresher...

In the squad yard set up on the planned theatre construction site, a group of adventurers were pushing around me in large numbers.

An anomaly where the adventurers somehow show off the results of their usual training, even though the musicians just had errands to go to.

I tried to talk to someone who knew more about what was going on, and I caught Roth nearby.

"Oh, that must be because little boys rarely show up at the squad yard"

"What, why?

"No, no, there are many opportunities for other clerical and sales methods to be praised by boys, because the work of adventurers is basically outside the city. I'm trying to get you to look at your normal accomplishments today."

"Well, I guess that's a bad thing."

"No, training stinks, so it's hard for you to come and see it."

"No, that's not true, well, the dust is amazing"

"Isn't that right? I hope our adventurers have a gorgeous stage, like a festival in the meantime."

"Well, that's what the town chairman asked me to do."

"No, no, I know,"

That being said, I saw a spear-wielding adventurer in a sharp motion and somehow felt bad about his ass sitting.

When I think about it, the Adventurers are our important work force, so it's the department that needs to be appreciated the most.

Rights are rights in power.

Freedom is freedom with power.

The Schenkers are also able to do business in a lazy way because of the previous work of the Adventurers and my reputation as a wizard.

This isn't a peaceful Japan, it's literally important to die whether or not you have your own violent device.

"You want to do something like a festival?

If you noticed, that word was coming out of your mouth somehow.

If there was a Civilian Main Festival, you could also do a Martial Arts Main Festival.

All I could think of was such an occasional, one-handed pass in a way.

"Festival, so you mean adventurer?

"Well, do you feel like Adventurers and Security are the main ones?

"Do you even beat each other up in front of a boy?

"No, you are... running, fighting, well, it feels like we're competing to the point of not getting hurt"

"Well, I'm sure it'll be exciting,"

"Without gas...... no, how about dissatisfying the adventurers?

"No, of course that's very satisfying for everyone!

Let's do it.

So let's just say the Schenkers are all in.

I guess you should have a cup of audience or a contender.

"Right, sporting events mean not only adventurers, but also clerks and sellers. Everyone's in. Shall we do it here again next week or so?"

"Okay. Hey, listen.

When Roth raised his voice, the shepherd's son, who was performing martial arts, stopped moving pitterly, and the adventurers around him who had been bothering him shut their mouths simultaneously.

"Master Sawadi says we're throwing a special festival to show our strength! Who wants to leave?

"............... here -!

"Let's do it. - Whoa!

"Wow!!

"I'm leaving, too. - Huh!

Leaving for a moment, a loud voice rises out of a crowd of people.

"The time is next week, the place is here -! I know you might ask me to do a lot of prepping, but you guys don't look nasty!

"Yes!

"Ok -!

"Leave it to me!

It's a relief to hear everyone's energetic reply.

Bad for the hectic clerks and management in preparing for and cleaning up the festival, but try to get them to work hard for a while longer.

Should I also give you temporary allowances?

But if you stand over there, you can't stand over here, and the organization is tough...

Maybe this is how the problem will continue to arise, but that's, well, should we do something about it then?

In the meantime, today, I took a bath and went to bed. No.

When you pay off your shoulders, the sand falls apart from your jacket.

It was me with all the sand and dust from the tense adventurers, and I was completely light-brown.

"So, sporting events...? I know where and when. What should I prepare?"

"Uh, sticks, the ones caged at the end of the stick, thick, long lines... and lime because you need to draw a line to the ground. And I'm going to combine it with a lot of red and white dust..."

At the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group, I came to ask the chickens to prepare for the sporting event.

Next to a chicken dressed in high waist wide pants with suspenders, a large, rare tiger cat tribe desperately notes my words.

Was he just a kid with the name Squid or Skull?

"Wait a minute, you have a lot to prepare. And then, hachi... maki, is that... what is that?

"It's about this wide cloth that wraps around my head..."

I show the chicken the width with my index finger and thumb.

If you can get a blah blah blah, Zeke or something, but the cloth is expensive.

I don't necessarily get a ton of things of the same color, and the procurement costs are better lower.

"Is it like a bandage"

"Well, I guess so."

"That sounds like something you can handle, but you can't let everyone in without tidying up around the squad yard,"

"Oh, I wish I could, but I'd like to make something like an audience seat on both sides."

The purpose of this project is to strengthen communication with people from other departments as well as the venue for the daily results of the Adventurers' Group.

I'm also thinking about inviting guests from outside. It would be physically ill to sit in a place where it's difficult to watch the competition.

"Um, next week, right? The Civil Engineering squad is a little too busy with their appointments, too. Wouldn't that be three weeks from now?"

"Oh, that's perfectly fine. I just told the adventurer I'd be back next week, so can I let him know?

"Okay. So I'm going to leave this story to this Iska..."

The sharp tiger tribe with his eyes bowed his head to peck and said only one word: "It's Iska".

The big breasts that push the crisp khaki-colored back up from the front feel more like a chest plate than a boob.

The long yellow and black tails are basically upwards and cool.

And you're really big body, why is this guy a managerial candidate?

"Nice Gatai, adventurer. Up you go?

"Yes, no... I used to work in the flower market. Adventurers don't like fights..."

"Oh, yes..."

The large body of Iska shrunk down with a shung, and the black and yellow tails drooped down.

Maybe they've said something about Gatai in quite a few places so far.

Well, still, if it's our organization, you don't care, even the adventurers have the little ones.

There's nothing wrong with being in management because your body is big.

"Gatai has nothing to do with my job. Anyway, say hello for three weeks. Let's make it a good festival."

"Yes, sir."

A ghoulish force enters the tail that was hanging.

Something tells me you know all your feelings with your tail.

I guess it's better to be more intimate than an iron-skinned management job.

"Um... is something wrong with my tail?

"Oh, no, it's nothing."

"Iska, your tail's not busy up there and down there."

It was me who deceived you, but the scratch came from the chicken that was rolling the paperwork on the side.

The said tiger daughter hides her tail in her back in a groggy manner.

Ah... your tail is moving, you didn't realize...