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

A few days have passed since it stopped snowing on Turkiiba.

farewell to my winter feathers, which were also fluffy and warm, in some time now.

I put out money with the kid in the same room and look in the full body mirror I bought to get my hair done and put a dagger on my sunny hips.

"Bongo, it's time to go."

"................................."

This evening is a festival.

It's a festival for my partner Centaur, Pickles.

When you leave the newly built quarters, which still smell like trees, people of all kinds come and go through the city illuminated by dim magic lights.

Looks like everyone's on their way to Schenker Boulevard for fun.

Your husband's an event in the winter? He said everyone would be bored because there isn't, but really.

I don't know if that's why I'm throwing the festival on my own, but your husband likes it flashy, too.

"Ah, there it is."

"................................."

The cat tribe in the same room, Lucci, has got his hands in the wings.

I get hit sometimes because it's warm, but I want you to stop because your feathers mess up.

I'll mess with Lucci's brown head, in return.

I can't get out of my hands even though I say guh.

I can't help it...... Enough said.

The wind blows.

Northeast facing dry. When invited to look up into the sky by it, the clouds are only slightly on the lids of the moon on the horizontal line.

It's not going to rain or snow until this morning.

Join the people of the city walking around and head to the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group with a ravenous feeling.

It's been a long time since I've played night games.

I don't know, ever since Roth the Fishman took me to a fancy nightclub.

I was somewhat anxious then and felt like I was clinging to the back of a chicken in a slippery cloth dress.

I'm in a position where I'm stuck on my back right now.

I got in the way, so I brought my feathers forward to wrap my body around them.

"Uh."

Something seems to be bugging me, but if it's cold, you can wear it.

It is my fault that I wore thin clothes because I said they were not stylish when I wore them.

Stylish is called patience, but if I catch a cold with it, I don't think I have an ex or a kid.

"So I'm waiting for someone."

"Can't we wait together?

"Well, if you don't wait in the warmth, you'll catch a cold."

Mm-hmm. There's a bunch of men and women rubbing under the previous magic light.

Maybe it's Schenker's kid, and I'll just look at his face for once.

"... to...?

"Whew!"

"What the fuck!

You were surprised at me for appearing soundless from the dark, when one of the men fell on his ass cake.

Set aside the numb pair and look at the woman's face.

In the long cut's eye, the wheat hair, the face I saw somewhere.

"What the hell are you...!

"I'm surprised!

The men seem angry even though they fell on their own.

I need to tell you that this place is bishy for that woman too.

"…………………………"

"What?"

"What?"

"Well, she says she's inside the Schenker."

It's been supplemented by a look, but you're generally right.

"I mean, that way of talking bird people..."

"Mr. Bongo in 'Silence'!?

"........................................................."

I'm not being silent.

The men excused me ~ and said lightly, shitty and gone somewhere.

I don't know, okay?

"Um, thank you"

"........................................................."

"Be careful, there are so many festival days."

Biscious thumbs up at the woman, me and Lucci started walking again.

As we approach Schenker Boulevard, the sound of the festival prairie becomes louder and louder.

The sound of a drum ringing in the distance excited my mind with wonder.

"…………………… and…"

"What, sound? I can't hear you at all. Bongo has good ears ~"

He stroked my head, so I gave him my hand.

Don't treat me like a child.

"……………………………"

"I'm not treating you like a child. I just complimented you because you're amazing."

"................................."

I'm going to say something back, but I still can't stand the valve.

I was angry, so I stroked him with my feathers.

He looked happy, but you know what?

"Oh, you messed up your hair again."

As Lucci dropped off to look in the hand mirror under the demon light, a voice was heard from nearby through the darkness.

"Um, excuse me. Is anybody there?

"..............................................................."

"Oh good, my sister didn't see me at the rendezvous point..."

What emerged was a woman with long cut eyes, an indelible man, and a child in a shoulder car.

The woman's face looked just like the one I just saw, and she still looked somewhat familiar.

"Didn't you see a woman with the same face as me?

"………………………………"

Yes, I remember, this woman worked in the cafeteria at HQ.

What's your name, Sol...... Por......

Well, okay.

"....................................................................."

Pointing to the path I had just come, the three of them went towards you with a mouthful of gratitude.

I return silently with my thumbs up.

If it's a night festival, it's tough if it's detached.

I'll have to tell your husband to add more lights the next time he does it.

The Schönker Boulevard we reached was as bright as day with lighting demons hanging all over it.

The audio head, which was also shown at the Fall Festival, is played in that, and various people are dancing to it.

There was a mountain bike in front of headquarters that was dumb enough to tell even from the entrance to the street, and that was the only place that let out the different air.

Clearly heterogeneous even from afar it makes its appearance clear as it approaches…

When I got to my feet, it was funny enough already.

"Wow... I've been watching that mountain bike make it, but when I try to finish it, it's even creepy"

"…………………………"

Creepy, or simply scary.

Such a huge mole (...) of mountain bike was made in your husband's liver as the highlight of this festival.

From the nose up there is no light and the whole thing only looks blurry, and the oddly realistic looks go hand in hand. It also looks like an evil statue of a mole.

Me and Lucci used to look up at the giant mole, feeling something creepy on my spine.

"Bongo, this way, this way"

A pickle dressed like a princess is waving over here in front of a mole mountain bike.

Yes, it's a festival for pickles today.

"No, it's not that bad. Dear Tsuruga, you're my god of protection. I'm not patient."

"………………………………"

I looked up at the giant statue of the mole and put my hands together for the first time today.

Yes, the pickle is a centaur with the divine protection of the earth dragon.

It's a festival to hope for her safety as she heads north on the escort mission she won in the game.

I'm coming with you on the escort mission, so I have to pray it's an inconvenient statue.

Pickles, you look like a princess today.

"Thanks. Let's cook it out in front of Pula's shop. Bongo and Lucci can go."

"..................................................."

I'd like to talk a little more, but we're in a big neighborhood, and there's a lot of food tense ones.

Meals are always a top priority.

As soon as he returns, he waves to the pickle and moves on to draw people apart.

The fellow Schenkers, of course, had adventurers, ordinary city people, and people of all kinds.

Everyone is dancing and making noise and drinking and eating something that looks delicious.

I knew a festival would be nice.

Everyone seems happy, happy.

I wish you'd do it every day.

But does that make us all sleepless?

The cookout was a brown stew with meat dumplings.

Lots of utensils and intense flavour.

Bread and noodles are sold in the stalls around, and they all seem to be eating according to the stew.

"Want to go to your husband's?

Lucci listens as he eats trying to get the stew caught in, so he nodded back.

I hear your wife's here, too, and I need to show her face.

Once again, he pulls people apart and goes out the back of the mole evil god statue.

It seems that your husband and wife are here today to offer their prayers to the small Tsuruga Temple, which they have made of their own accord.

No one in the world serves the god of a hazy protective earthdragon, so no one gets angry where they built the temple on their own.

Conversely, maybe this will be the first temple of the earth dragon in the world.

As much as I believe rumors that moles are vulnerable to sunlight and have a festival at night. So I hope you don't just hit the bees, even if it's not profitable.

"Oh, you're done praying."

"………………………"

In front of the small temple, the adventurers line up to see if they want to abandon the pickle.

He seems to throw coins in a box placed in front of the temple and worship them with wonder and diligence.

A short distance from there were your husbands relaxing with their heated demon props.

"..................................................."

"Good evening, master and wife"

"Oh, you're here. Take your time."

"Uhm."

A carefree husband and an awesome wife whenever you look at her.

Your husband would be much safer if he were next to this ex-military wife.

From what I know of your husband when he was smaller and fluffier, he's finally at ease.

"Did you see the mole? You're doing great."

"..............................................................."

"No, it's creepy. This was just a liver test to see if the kids would touch it."

Your wife can't wait to hear your husband say he's happy.

Perhaps your husband is the only one at this festival who is happy with the mole evil god statue as "Kaiju ah".

You still have a weird obsession...

But some coffee shop uniforms, swimming pools, that particular thing came out in a good direction, so, okay.

Break up with your husband, buy all kinds of food and head over to Pickle's.

You must be hungry to be left alone in that place.

Pickles is the star of the day, so I need to take care of you a lot.

I hurried early enough to think about it, but my worries seemed worried.

There's a complete crowd around her...

There was already a crowd of fellows with food, just like me, and all the adventurers who had been looking after me for a long time.

"Mr. Agri, if you can't eat so much,"

"You used to say you could eat a barrel of corn."

"That was when I was ten."

"Pickle Sue! Are you drinking?

Kenyon, you've been called Kenyon lately for "Big Liquor."

"Ooh, it's better than" River Flow. "

"Dance the river! Kenyon!"

"Yikes! Turkiiba, you idiot!

A grin spilled along with a sigh at this fool who took off his cold undercoat and swayed and danced his sagging belly.

You haven't all changed at all.

Five years ago, it was with me when I got here.

I was still skinny. With Pickles, whole with those days when I went around hunting for grass-fed wolves.

"... if... or..."

"Whoa! It's Bongo!

"I knew we didn't have all the pickles and bongos!

"That's cool with 'Silence' Bongo! I want those two names too!

"You already have two names for 'STD' Rawan!

"That was different! It's a misdiagnosis! The doctor was a hebo!

I like festivals, singing and dancing, but I still like the lively and rustic Turkiiba people.

There's no guarantee whatsoever. Adventurers are up and running, but when we get back from the north, we'll roll out again with Pickles to a tavern with adventurers.

Go around the table and pour some alcohol and have a cheap skewer while listening to the little martial arts legend of the adventurer you're drinking from noon.

I sat in the designated seat on the back of the pickle, twirling a bit of soggy flavored skewer.

He enjoyed everyone's fuss until the lid of the moon tilted.