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

With my brother downstairs and his escort, I walked through the snowflake city with a pot of soy sauce.

To meet my sister-in-law who knew who this pot was, I let her breathe out and ran unobstructed.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

The taste of my first hometown in sixteen years was pushing my back hard.

Just a little way into South Town, a cozy house is my brothers new home.

About before and after we got married, I heard I started helping my parents' chamber of commerce for a little while...

Even though it's about Sweet's father, I don't think he's getting paid that much either.

He creeps through the plaited front door marked 'Welcome' and hurries to his sister-in-law as he pushes his brother's back.

"I'm home."

"Welcome back, have you given it to me properly?

"Uh, once."

"What are you doing for me, taking care of me?"

"I know, come on, that sawaddy. Come on."

"Hmm? What?"

Sister-in-law cutting tons of vegetables while having a warm couple conversation.

Such a quiet, heartwarming group of newlyweds, there were those who watered.

It's me.

"I'm interrupting, Lina. Lina, my sister-in-law! I'm talking about this!

"What!? What...!? Mr. Sawadi!? Why!?"

There was a rolling sound of color and hardware.

My sister-in-law seemed to have taken off a surprising knife and walked in on me holding a kettle with her blood running eyes.

I'm sorry, but it's not the other way around, I let my sister stand up with my brother and put up a pot of soy sauce and asked.

"This! I want more of this. Huh! Where do you get it?

"Uh... you mean Se-yu? A hometown merchant occasionally brings it to me..."

"When does that come?

"I came last month, so about a year from now...?

To that word, the power falls out of my knees.

I almost took the kettle off, but the cat tribe of escorts quickly soaked it out of my hand.

It's a dangerous place, it's a precious thing.

I managed to regain my mind. When I nodded small at her, she gave her thumbs all the way back.

What the hell is that?

Where did you remember that?

"I'll put out a merchant squad! Lina, Lina, introduce me to your sister-in-law's hometown store!

If you can't get it back, it's not until I go get it!

There are plenty of people out there, just let them lead the merchant squad to trustworthy faces.

"Oh, no... it's far away, isn't it?

"I don't mind! I'll send you anywhere!

"Well then..." said Sister-in-law Linalina, taking out a little wooden box of things from the

"This is the family crest of the house, but I think my relatives' collection will accommodate me if I show you this. Because our clan lives in the west of Tarabara."

Handed to me. It's a wooden box like a soap box in the size of a palm with a string through it vertically and a family crest sculpture on the surface...

My heart beat slackened.

I've seen it in the epoch.

It's a Japanese epoch from a previous life.

That can't be in this world.

It was an imprint with family crest.

"Um! This... this stuff...?

"Oh, you've figured it out a lot. I put salt and medicine in this. I was putting in a silver coin just in case... because I came over and used it"

"It's a country craft, ma'am," my sister-in-law laughs, polypolizing her head.

That's not the problem.

To me, this cage was more shocking than soy sauce in a way.

"Ko, this... what kind of people are you making this for?

"Huh? You mean our local clan?

"Yes, thank you. I feel like I have roots outside of Crounia."

You're not, are you?

Not on a level other than Crounia, is it?

It's a far, far place where you can't even walk home, right?

Right, right, right.

Tell me it's not just me.

I'm not the only vagabond!

I'm not the only one left in this world!

Say that!

"No, Crownia is Crownia. It came about 200 years ago from the other side of the Bar Sea."

"… So you mean the people on the old Crounian side after the War of Independence"

"Yes, I heard that Kandinava has a sect on the land. We've never been there, so I don't know the details..."

My heart bugs me.

My chest is about to be torn apart by the loneliness that suddenly touched my hometown stuff.

But now, I want some information about my sister-in-law's hometown.

I want to do something to stick to that spider thread that might be connected to Japan.

Tears, don't just come out now.

My heart is about to burst out, stop.

He spun his words with a trembling mouth, forcing his thighs to restrain him as his face was about to draw.

"Yes...... no. Thank you, thank you. By the way...... what is your sect's, name, etc...?

"Oh speaking of which, I inherit the name of that sect over there, Grandpa Luzoge..."

"Ryuzoji Temple! …"

I accidentally shouted out loud, making my sister-in-law wander off.

No, I just have to calm down now.

"Are you okay?"

"No... it's okay, it's"

"So, you know, the grandfather is the wrapper, so show him the one with the family crest."

"... ok. Thank you. So what else do you know about Kandinava's sect?

My sister-in-law, um, roared a little while looking at the ceiling, talking to me just a little bit as I sat under her nose.

"I know you have a history... but I don't know much about the old days. Se-yu was also made by the first generation of Soujia, or so much so that he used to have territory...... sorry?

"No, enough…"

In my notebook, I write in Japanese (...) like Mimizu, Ryuzoji, Kandinava.

Already, suspicion had turned to certainty.

There he is.

It wasn't just me, there was a certain reincarnation or transfer from Japan in this world.

One, I felt like that, like I could take a heavy load from my heart, like the loneliness I had all along diminished.

My brother quits stiffly saying, "Stay - it's a miscellaneous fish sleep," and walks out the path where it's meant to be thin and snow.

Recently installed, the orange light of the infinite demonic street lamp was lighting its feet lightly.

The side wind blows and the fine snow hits my face.

Now I wasn't even willing to wipe that anymore.

Because I was so overwhelmed with tears that it made no sense to wipe them.

It wasn't just me.

I wasn't alone.

A delightful, uncut, little word vanished in the wind.