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

The wind blowing down from the autumn sky shredded the reddish ground, and the soil smoke blowing up soiled my jacket.

The planned construction of this theatre will soon be paved with cobblestone, but we are not even ready for it yet.

Why are you still paying for the land, there will still be a period of preparation for the start of the work on the supermarket.

I guess you'll be forgiven for doing this too because it's something you do in your personal hobby, if you're doing something so long as you're part of an organization, you're fired instantly.

Well, there's no problem at the moment, let's try to be temperamental.

The Magical Schenker Group's squad yard was set up on such a planned theatre construction site.

A lot of people were hissing there today.

"East Ea! Red Mench Tea!

"Wow wow!!

"Leader!!

"Let's do it - Huh!

"West Wee! White Roast Tea!

"Sister!

"Deputy Leader -!

"Sister Yu!

When the red bowl-rolled Scale Men's Mench and the white bowl-rolled Fishman's Roth stood opposite each other, behind them lay a line of sloths and team faces.

Each dressed to be easy to move, he wraps a bowl around his arm and head.

It's an awesome crowd because it's a team that includes not only adventurers and security teams, but also affairs and sales, almost all of them assembled.

Can you handle this properly?

Chicken with lead slave in red and dillen with managerial candidate in white, but I'm a little worried.

The audience sits in the seats set to the left and right of the slaves' hissing squad, cheering and whistling.

This audience is the people of the city the athletes have invited.

I thought it would be more motivating to have someone to show me, so I took this form...

It was difficult to store Shiitake Mushroom Field trees underground once, just in case it was okay for the guests to wander around our land on their own.

"Yale, yale, knob."

"Oh, here, two ales!

"Maiduo!

The audience has sellers with beer and knobs running around and the hospitality is perfect.

Of course I'm taking the money.

"Oath! We're not together! Beat your enemies with dignity and I swear I won't resent you too much (...) for losing!

The subtly noisy athlete's oath ended and the footrace for the first competition began quickly.

Fifty meters, a hundred meters, and four hundred meters around the truck.

Eight players lined up in the starting line as they pressed against Doya Doya boosts their temper with the pre-start count.

Back there's a brave song played by the musical team, and it's a good nervousness.

"About position! Three, two, one... '

Bee! A golden hairball pops out of eight people rushing out to be pushed back by a whistle that rings.

He walked alone kicking the ground in a forward leaning position about four legs and cut the goal tape with nearly three seconds difference to the other runners as it was.

"Whoa! It's out of bounty! That was a post office cackle!

Apparently, she's from the post office.

She is cheering and waving to her guest seat as she carries a loosely wavy, rich blonde.

In the end, Kakura scratched the trophy at an overwhelming speed, not just fifty meters, but even one hundred or four hundred meters.

"Fast! You're going too fast! What legs are you wearing!

"Way to go."

'What is it? Idaten.'

Yashimo, a Goat genus sitting next to me as an announcer, has eaten up on my own.

This guy with a name similar to Moyashi is totally the type whose name represents his body, and he's worried about it.

Then you're more edible than people, so maybe you're in a non-fat shape.

"I mean the one who runs fast."

'Heh... then everyone! Red team, give a big round of applause to Idaten's Kakura!

"Oooh!

"You're too fast, dude!

"Now the Red Team is one step ahead, the White Team can rewind in the next competition!

"Fuck you!

"Do it tight -!

"Cackler! Let's do it!

"Yikes! Postal star!

Yaji flew from the white group and cheered from the red group.

Let's take a big look at the slightly worse gala, the audience seems to enjoy it too.

The next competition is a tripod.

It's a surprisingly difficult competition, with the two of them joining the team and tying their inner legs together for a goal.

"About the position -! Three, two, one... '

Beep! The women who ran out at the same time as the whistle that rang.

Everyone fell in the first step.

"What are you doing? -!

"Take it seriously -!

"Ugh! Try it!

"Idiot! Get up!

Yaji flies from the passenger seat and the ground is already soft.

He seems to be trying out a strategy for each team, a team that stands up and tries to run again, a team that keeps crawling, a team that throws away its inner rear leg and goes on all fours, and for what it's looking at.

Eventually, the battle continued until near the goal, cutting the tape as it went, and the Whites won.

Some running competition ensued, and I watched the women sneak around drinking and running.

What we're doing now is a mystery solving competition.

The runner runs, takes the title and brings it back to his formation.

And the intelligence pride of each faction solves the mystery and comes here to say the answer.

"Uh, what the... in the doghouse!

'In the doghouse, no!

"Eh! Why not!

A voice of condemnation rises from the Red Group faction for the failure of the runner's fishmonger tribe.

"Chi Chi!

"Idiot! Remember it properly! Come back!

"Go back! Go back!"

The respondent's fishermen ran more and more to the chicken that was shouldered by the mentch and waved the red set of flags, and it was the white set of runners who rolled into the broadcast seat because they misplaced it.

"Uh, uh... burnt castle!

'Burned castle, no!

"Huh? Why!?

And the white group said, "Go back!" and the call goes up.

I can feel the tiger cat tribe Iska doing the general command roaming in the back, because I didn't have that many difficult issues in place.

Was it a failure to lick the instantaneous lack of memory of the Adventurers...

In the end Larry went on and on after this, making it the most time-consuming competition ever.

I guess the runners and respondents should have split up...

Well, it's exciting, so you need to consider it.

At the end of the competition, it was time for a lunch break.

When I say lunch break, I really don't just take a break.

It is also time for children of different races who are not fit to compete and to perform at aspiring gatherings.

"Pugh......"

Bongo songs sounded from the sky, and the performance of formation flights by a dozen of the birds in our midst began.

The audience applauds the maidens dressed in sparkling, physically reflective costumes.

They entertained the eyes of those who looked up with those hands, as they reconstituted their lines at the point of need and drew colorful clouds with smoke tubes on their backs.

That's how the flying squad continued to fly for about an hour, seemingly sprinkling something apart into the passenger seat at low altitude before returning.

What is it?

"Well, according to the material at hand, the last wrap the flying squad sprinkled was a handmade treat."

What a treat.

Looking up at the sky, I see Bongo, who was only one person left and swirling.

As she descended sharply, she threw one of her earlier wraps over me and went back to her companion.

When I open the wrap, it's like a little sartar undaghy in there.

I'll try one pinch, it tasted slightly honey.

Yeah, it's rustic and delicious.

Afterwards there was a red and white ale exchange and a marching performance by the music team, and the afternoon section resumed.

By the way, I ate a large serving of udon noodles from the udon stall, which was in a big queue for lunch, with all the fried food on it.

This seems to be very popular in the city right now.

I love these kinds of meals too, so as long as you're happy they're popular in the city.

'The next event is a stick pull! You will win a group that takes fifteen sticks placed on the ground into its own formation and gets more sticks than your opponent!

"All right!

"Let's do it!

"Do as you're told!

"What's an operation? Give me a stick... bring a stick?

"Kill him!

"Ugh!!

'Please don't kill me! Direct attacks are against the rules!

The fifty to fifty competition is spectacular even if the athletes have just lined up.

I don't know if it's because of what I've been doing all morning or if these guys get too hot, but I feel so much enthusiasm from the players.

Something's all glaring in my eyes, and I feel like my adversary's heating up too much, but is it my fault?

Anyway, expectations rose even if the athletes were not satisfied, and the cheers of the athletes' names flew from the guest seats.

"Get in position! Three, two, one... '

Hundreds of women rushed out in unison with Whistle.

Almost everyone hit each other head-on, ignoring the stick, and the big dirt smoke went up.

"You mean top showdown"?

"I didn't know I was going to make out with you!

At the far end of the front, Menchi and Roth jarring and beating each other's arm scales, a lot of noise.

"Take the stick! Awesome!

"Down! Down! Bring the thin wooden one. - Whoa!

The sad voices of chicken and dillen as military teachers echo from each of the red and white waiting seats.

But nobody cares in the field, it's a big match between fifty and fifty with a complete stick.

"Please…"

Iska, who was giving instructions behind me, put the microphone of the loudspeaker conductor I took from Yashimo in front of me.

Is it unconscious, a long tail stroking my back with a shrug?

Don't feel her anxiety twitch.

"Uh, no direct attacks, don't beat or kick"

To my words, 200 eyes pointed at the broadcaster at the same time.

…………

…………

After a moment of silence, the women face each other again...

I started pushing each other together in disappointing fours.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Damn it. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Push, push, push, push!

"Push all these guys back over there!!

'That's not the rule! Take the sticks away from each other!

No one has heard the announcer Yashimo.

Also from the waiting seat, "Sticks!!" "Turn down -! Down!" and voices fly, but they are all Chicato.

But even in disregard of the rules, the guests are overjoyed.

"Oh man -!

"Menchi's sister. Huh! Win!

"Roth's sister. Eh! Lose!

I took the microphone again and broadcast it for every pair of warriors.

"Uh, chicken, dillen, exceptionally admitted to participate"

"Ugh!

"Ah! Chicken chirping. Go!

In the end, the stick was a victory for the red group of chickens because it was a takeover between the two military masters and Dillen got into a dispute and got knobbed along the way.

I guess I needed a prep exercise...... this needs to be considered too.

Well, to be honest, I'm anxious, but shall we move on with the competition?

'The next competition is the ball insert, the ball insert. Throw a ball of your own set of colors in the cage at the end of the pole you put up, and the more you have, the more you win.'

I took the microphone again and said.

"Don't take their balls, don't touch them, don't even touch the pole, that's it"

"Ugh!!

"Ok -!

I get a healthy voice back from the ground, but can I believe it?

While suspicion remained, the ball-picking began.

"Let me in. Let me in!

"Come in. No!

"Throw them all!

I'm relieved by the players throwing pompous balls from below, but after the competition lasted for a while, the white group suddenly gathered to begin consultations.

What are you gonna do?

"Collect the balls!"

All gathered balls, and one held a large number of balls.

Then he ran towards an athlete who was solidifying in the position of receiver in the Valley, putting his foot on her assembled hand.

The receiver side lifts his hand so as not to kill the momentum, and the player with the balls also uses a knee spring to pop out into the air.

It didn't look like a dunk chute with a slightly uneven direction, but it succeeded in tapping the balls directly from a little above the cage.

"Alright, alright, alright!!

"Landing!

"Ohhhhh!

An athlete who screams but lands safely receives a passive will immediately collect the next ball.

What a dangerous thing to do...

Are you sensed or the opposite group starts doing the same thing?

The passenger seat is "Nice -!" "Do it!" and it's a big buzz.

It was a great creative idea to try a shoulder car for the three of us afterwards and create a human staircase.

What kind of acrobatic competition was that?

I'm banning the competition next year.

Who do they think will heal if they get hurt?

Since then, the competition, such as the Great Rope Jumping and the Horse Jumping Competition, has been fussy and the athletes, as well as the operational side, have had two remaining events where they have been greatly exhausted.

"The next competition is a draw, a draw. In the middle of the line, if that middle crosses the white line on each side of the set, you will win that white line '.

Announcer Yashimo's tired already, and you're feeling like you're not sure what to explain.

Well, it's a simple competition, so you'll be fine.

"Ugh! Winning is the Red Team No!!

"Shh!"

"Pull down the Reds!"

"Make sure White wins!

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. There's a difference in scores at this point already, and we've decided to win the Red Team, but we don't even care.

Well, the last competition allows me to rewind white too.

It's like a quiz show, the one who answered the final question wins, and that's better.

I don't know if you're being jerked off.

"About the position -! Three, two, one... '

Whoopee! With a dumb whistle that rang, the ten proud men of each team pulled the strings together.

"Yachima eh!

"Come on -!

"Lose!

"Pull, pull, pull!

Big cheers fly, but don't let it be slight in the middle of the line.

We were totally antagonistic of each other, and we didn't even hear from the women who turned their faces bright red and pulled the strings.

"Whoa, whoa! This! Totally! The power is matching! I won't let the line be slight!

I thought I'd gone just a little red, I'd go back to white just the same.

Repeat that for five minutes.

The voices of backup also lurked more and more, a curtain pull in both factions slipdown when the guest seats went out of their way to worry.

Honestly, I was licking these guys' guts.

I wasn't thinking about time limits. That's my responsibility.

I rushed to the scene and used regenerative magic, so it didn't matter, but regenerative magic made it difficult to recover my health.

There were also a number of players who were going to participate in the horseback riding battle for the last competition when they went down, so they were set to serve as substitutes abruptly.

"Iska, you're in for the horseback fight, too. Not without a back length like you."

"No, the..."

It was the Chicken of the Red Army Master who came thus to requisition Iska, who takes the overall command of the Games.

Well, only Gatai is good for Iska.

If it's horseback riding or a horse role, I think it's okay to be hectic...

Iska seemed to be totally butted after watching the rough competition just now.

Don't tangle your tail in my arm because you're scared.

Iska, go.

In my words, a tail wrapped around my arm shook in a freak.

"Management is also a job to wipe your ass down there. You have to be willing to do anything."

"Yes, Iska, your husband is right."

"Yes..."

Shiruru, a black and yellow tail left my arm.

Trying to drag his nagging tail off, Iska, who took off her jacket, was taken by a chicken.

But management takes responsibility below, or...

Projects I don't know......

Guests I've never even met...

My only dungeon...

Ugh, my head...

... Well, in this world, I'm the president by skipping managerial positions.

Responsibility to employees can be taken by wages and benefits.

The problem is that a lot of guys are like gangsters with guts in their employees...

Well, do we have to try not to be resented?

'This will be the last competition! It's horseback riding! In a competition that takes place in pairs of four, three make horses and one rides up as a knight! The knight falls off when he takes the hat he wears! As a special case in this competition, you will be awarded ten points for the last remaining group of knights!

Tsujitsu, but without this, it's going to be a digestive match.

Because it's only a pleasure.

"It should be noted that Miss Pickles of Centaur and Miss Bongo of the Birdman Nation participate in a special group of rapidly vacant whites, which means they will participate in pairs."

"Bongo!

"Pickle Sue!

You have a voice coming from the audience.

Pickles seem happy because his physical abilities are isolated from the rest and he hasn't made it before.

'It's the last competition! Then get in position! Three, two, one...'

Horses rushed out simultaneously the moment the pea whistle sounded, clashing in the center of the ground.

Why oh so rough...

It was a pretty strong hit, but the only horse that collapsed was a squad with Iska.

I knew how much Gatai couldn't keep up with the power of the manual workers no matter how good they were......

"Give me your hat!

"If you can take it, take it!

"………………………………"

"Ah! My hat!

'There is a fierce feud going on! Bongo, pickle set strong! Bongo, the pickle set is too strong!

Bongo, on the shoulder of the pickle, plunders his hat while swimming the enemy's hand, then puts him on the head of the pickle.

Exactly one human horse, no, one bird horse.

Anyway, the two move in the breath of Ayumu, scratching the hat from one end.

Roth, the white leader, also laughed bitterly.

"White dominance in no time! It's a white advantage!

"Huh!

"Ah! My hat!

"Oops! Red Mench players are strong too! That's the leader! There's a piercing lock!

From behind the kicked red pair of horseback rides, a horseback with a true-beating mentch appeared to snatch the nearby hat.

Mench's horseback riding is solidified by the adventurers we usually work with, and teamwork is perfect.

And before that, it was the white group leader, Roth's horseback riding.

"Menchi! I'll settle it!

"Call me."

Menchi, Roth, and the showdown between the leaders has begun, and the boom in the guest seats is so painful in their ears.

Scaled arms meet each other, distract, assemble, and play.

The whole venue was sipping and watching for a special battle that only amassed upper body skill, because his legs were stopped.

A loin slipping straight through the mentch with a scaly neck releases a single penetration into its arm.

Before a sharp fingertip is stabbed, it is difficult to grasp all the exchanges that take place at high speeds, menthes that rotate and play back your arms.

A mench that takes a poking stand and a loin that builds a knife with your sides tightened whether you intend to take a later tip at the interception.

Tension increases.

but the next moment, Menchi's hat was ripping off from above his head.

Soon, all the other red knights had their hats taken...

The last hat Mench wore was held on his chest by Bongo, who was hung upside down with his leg grabbed by a pickle, holding his head cap in one hand.

"Game over -!!

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong!! and the drum is beaten.

"Huh? What happened at the end?

'Uh, last but not least, it's probably something Pickles swung around with Bongo's legs and took his hat from outside of Mench's time!

"What the..."

Don't use your coworker like a sickle...

Pickles next year, no more bongo pairs.

It's too strong.

"The winner is the white group, the winner is the white group!

Around Pickles and Bongo, the members of the White Group gather to make a scene as they say Worker.

They're fine.

I'm just tired of watching all day today.

'We will now have a closing ceremony. Athletes...... No, players who can walk should gather in front of the broadcast seats'

Well, there was still a closing ceremony...

You want to do a doozy from morning to evening, and stay on fire here after this, and launch a fork dance and a barbecue, right?

How much of a physical assumption did you schedule?

I'd like to see the face of an idiot thinking about this sporting event...

Oh, it's me.

Then next year you'll never make errands and leave... is that a tournament that makes sense for me to leave...

It's a blockade!

From now on, let's think a little bit more and make an event...

I've been in heat all day and Hetohetto's me, and Roth pushed me on the back while I was nagging him and took me...

After the closing remarks, for some reason the white group of guys were trying so hard to torso me...

Why are these guys doing so well!

The cold wind that tells the night blows all over my body, further widening the temperature difference between me and the athletes.

Totally cold, I can't even stop my torso from lifting, but I just thought you wouldn't come this day next year.