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

Even though it's still hot, summer is almost over on the calendar these days.

We were digging holes outside Turkiiba.

In a site built adjacent to the western gates of Turkiiba, there is a great deal of enthusiasm with large numbers of workers not commensurate with their size working together.

With scoops and tsuruhashi in the earth, the people and feet carry out the stones and soil that have come out in mockingbirds, uniting the forces of everyone to make the cracks of the ground a little bigger.

Once it's a job with a budget out of the school, there's a part-time wizard stationed at the scene from the School of Magic Instruction to combat super giant beasts, and he still sprinkles his cigarettes fluttering in his chair looking bored.

Around the scene, shielded by the slab walls, security and adventurer groups of humans surrounded it all the way, and a strict attitude was laid not to let a single rat through the demon.

"The bottom of the hole is to be flat, dig vertically for two with your back length"

"What! Two humans vertically!? Do you dig this that deep?

The long-time management dillen in a crustacean helmet took off his pencil with a stunned look as he alternated between my face and the design book at the end of the scene like that.

"Not only do we have to dig, but we have to solidify ourselves like a pool, we have to stick ingredients in this and build a big demon."

Yes, what I'm digging right now is an experimental pool for the manufacture of large demons.

Our lab has been causing us to go right and left for the past year or so, to take Crounian royalty's entangled "Plan to Build a Super Giant Demon for the Showdown" a step further.

There is still going to be a respite by the royal decree, but there is room for life in the job, because there is nothing too bad about putting it forward.

"You're a demon, that's tough, that's a big job."

While writing "Souma" in the design document, Gillen said in a voice that she didn't even seem to think was particularly difficult.

That's right, because for the construction side, it's a job to dig holes, and it doesn't matter what you do with the holes you dig.

Shall I just threaten you for a second?

"Let me tell you something more amazing."

"What is it?

"You're gonna end up digging a hole the size of a Turkiiba."

Shall I call it a giant, no, cyclops class if I say so?

Anyway, he's only about twice the size of a man.

The Ultra Giant Demon Manufacturing Plan for the Showdown ultimately decides to make even urban classes the same size as the city.

What a showdown weapon, you won't have any trouble being too big.

"Same size as Turkiiba!? Can you do that!?

"Well, I'm going to let the demonstrators who built it help me dig holes, so I don't think it's that hard."

"No, I still think it's so hard... oh, my God, I'm getting kind of a headache..."

"Whoa, are you okay?

I might have threatened you a little too much, maybe I did something wrong.

I put regenerative magic on Gillen, asked her to remember the later, then crossed the demon bicone and left the scene behind.

While greeting the security department and the adventurers before heading to the city gates.

Looking back, the construction site was glowing brilliantly in the evening and darkness.

Light that cleaves the darkness.

It (...), contrary to the natural management, seemed like a symbol of sin, of a species called man protruding a step from an animal.

Even in my last life, if it hadn't been for that light, I would have left the office every day on time, and I wouldn't have died.

No, on second thought, you even turned the gas generator on the day Bill lost power in the typhoon and worked in the explosion...

Foreword withdrawn, there is no sin in light.

Unlike the president of a black company in my last life, I'm a man who pays well for my work.

Janjang Bali, you can work with confidence.

Is it about two weeks after such drilling began?

Me and Mr. Laura, under the crisp, sunny skies of early autumn.

, was playing baseball with the Schenker family slaves.

With her long hair ponytailed and a leather helmet from above, she is holding the bat on the left side of the home base.

Relatively speaking, as a pitcher, I was checking the grip of the ball on a platter mount.

"Should I hit a flying ball with this stick?

"That's right, it's practice first, I'll go ~! Here!"

The ball released by a good overthrow on my axis penetrated the middle of Mr. Laura's strike zone and stunningly fit into Iska's mitt as a catcher.

The referee standing behind that Iska raises his right arm with a bah.

"Strike!"

All right, all right, I'm confident in control.

"You! Is that a good ball to hit?

"It's a great ball ~!

Sounds like you haven't forgotten the trick.

In my previous life, I used to play games at batting centers where I used to hang out with my boss. Regardless of the speed of the sphere, I could use a change ball.

"Return the ball! Let's go!

"Ray!"

The return ball from the tiger tribe Iska with the tiger's tail comes bumpy, but this one has a lot more speed...

Well... I can throw five different types of change balls.

"I'll go for another ball!

"Come on!

We're almost in the middle next time.

I lifted my left leg, shook it up and threw it.

Kakong!

The bat that Mr. Laura shook gently made a mild noise and the ball stretched over my head high and high into the blue sky.

The beginning of the matter was a ball for tennis that was picked up for our twin babies, Noah and Lax.

"You, what are you gonna do with a baby like this? You want me to work out my grip?

Ms. Laura said so and tilted her neck as she gripped the white ball.

The ball was in a toy cage that I was collecting to give to the twins in the near future.

My kid can't even get high yet, but, well, there won't be anything bad in case.

"No, no, there's a lot of different ways to play ball, like catch ball, baseball"

"Phew, I've never heard of it in the north, but is that the kind of play you have here?

I was hacked when they said it.

Speaking of which, I don't remember doing that either.

Of course I did better with the ball play itself, but when it came to the ball, it was the size of a soccer ball, and there was nothing like a baseball ball.

Some balls are for tennis like this one I picked up, but tennis is a noble hobby, something that has no connection to civilian children in the first place.

Well, there's no baseball in the other world.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry... catchball and baseball were my last life's games"

"Huh? Oh, my God, really..."

Looking a bit unfortunate, Laura threw Pong and the ball up with a snap on her right hand and caught it again with her right hand.

Could you have been a little interested?

"Oh, no, if it's good... I'll give it a shot?

"Play with your past life?

"Yeah, have a little fun. Laura recently said she wasn't exercising."

"Well...... sometimes it's good to call it a sport"

She floated the ball into space again and took it with her left hand before returning it to the toy cage

When Laura does something that doesn't make sense, it's a good time to be in a good mood, maybe she's looking forward to it.

Unlike me, who lives in a hobby, she's got her life done with reading, swords and work.

You won't get much chance to play with people when you grow up, and I want you to enjoy your first glance this time.

Then for a week, I had the tannery make gloves and balls, the woodcarver make bats, and the Civil Engineering Department make the ground for the theatre to be built.

Of course, baseball is played by eighteen people, so team members were also selected.

I asked Roth the Fishman for a scaly mench, Maam the Sheep, and various other adventurer groups of main battle forces to pay for overtime and practice.

I also did the Centaur pickle and the Birdman bongo. I did so, but I couldn't get into the membership because there were going to be a lot of problems.

Bongo has difficulty communicating his will without a pickle, and if the pickle takes a seat, the strike zone is too high to take a catcher.

That's how we played baseball on the ground today.

The spare slaves who somehow have gathered around the ground are single-handedly watching the liquor and even though they haven't called it, they're out to the stall.

It got festive at some point, but okay.

"One more ball -!

Laura, who just flew a home-run hitting ball now, urges me to throw as she tilts her neck for some reason.

I hope I'm still practicing.

He re-gripped the ball back from the field and now threw it to the inner corner higher-eyed with more force than he had just done.

I've been up to 95 kilometers fastest, that was service.

"Whoa."

Con!

The bat, which she waved lightly as she voiced out of her mind, captured the ball brilliantly, once again slightly over my head.

Ha, ha... because Laura is ex-military, and she's like a pro.

"Now let's start the game!

When I declared to Pitcher Mound that Laura was standing in the batter box, there was a big round of applause from the galleries around her.

"Shh!

"Boy, let's win today!

"Ugh!

Healthy voices are also returned from the defensemen behind them.

All right, all right, it's a game, though recreation, so we're gonna win today.

Laura, wearing a helmet in her eyes, stares at me with a serious face.

I secretly changed my grip, swung and threw.

"Become!"

The ball, which sank slightly in front of the batter box, blushed under Laura's bat into Iska's standing mitt.

Hehe, this is the world of battle.

"It's bent!

"I mean, there are moves like that!

I laugh a nigga and now I throw in the curve.

Half a sphere in front of the batter box. Only half a turn to the bottom left. It was slapped with a thoughtful bat and gently crossed over a crate placed in place of a home run fence in the field.

Was the amount of change too small to be the same as straight......

"Yay!!

Ma'am! That's right!

"That's one thing, isn't it? Maybe a hundred points.

While he was saying whatever he wanted out in the field, Mr. Laura went all the way around the base and homed in.

Because, well, Laura is a no-can.

The other eight are amateurs, and you can hit them back on the hitting table.

"Number Two, belonging to the Adventurers' Group, Maam Ku "

The sheep maam came into the batter box along with the unique intonation announcement I taught him.

Exactly. I was going to bassen to the baseball amateur. There's no way I'm going to lose, and this guy is a crisp threesome.

"Let's go!

"Ha!"

Me and my catcher Iska gave a voice and then nodded at each other, throwing a special slider.

I only flowed left for one finger in front of the batter. That felt good eating into the bat, Kakong! and sounded refreshing and disappeared far beyond the field.

Hmmm......

This is...

"Pitcher change!

"Eh!"

"It's only the second one. Okay?

"Stick more, please. Hey!

The slaves are saying something, but I guess this is going to be a game.

My changeball, later the slower ball, slower ball, slower ball and no-con. It's just the fireball straight.

"I mean, it's just your husband and wife practicing pitchers. Yo!

"You said I'd take care of it!

"Oh yeah?

"You said there were seven colored demon balls!

Blame it.

The pickles and bongos that were in the audience came to me in trouble.

"Your husband! Leave it to us. I've been practicing mixed up with everyone for a week!

"…………………………"

What the...!?

You weren't chosen by an athlete but you were practicing for me...

Yeah, maybe this enthusiasm can't replace anything else.

"All right! Pickles, throw it!

"Ha!"

I gave the pickle a glove and a sphere and nodded towards Iska.

Iska looks disgusting, but are you worried about Nocon?

Well, it might be cruel to want as much control as I do, but for that matter, you'll make up for it with the ball and speed of the punch off this tappa.

There's a strike zone problem too, so I'll do the substitution.

"Match resumes -!

"Number three, belonging to the Adventurers' Group, Liebler Ku "

I don't have a bullpen with a refrain pitcher warming my shoulders, all of a sudden it's Bookie's mount.

Pickle turned his torso back and threw in a straight ball with a foam like a toss.

I don't see the ball at all.

It's just, "Bagong! 'The bursting sound just sounded, and the bat of the batter was snapped, and Iska and the referee were falling backwards.

"Iskar!"

"I'm nabbing."

The centaur of grace, the ball thrown by Pickle, seems to have been fast and too strong to play baseball.

"Pickle sooo! Exit!

"Eh!"

I gave Pickle an exit on a bitter decision, playing regenerative magic on the eye-turning Iska.

You can't have a fast ball that just won't make the game.

"Pitcher changed, Bongo!

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

I put my gear on instead of Iska, and I'm a catcher as it is.

"Throw it inside this. Yikes!

Bongo nodded small as he magically wrote his batter strike zone in the air.

She swings wide and releases the ball so that she can do it all over her body.

'Dpan!' he said pleasantly, the ball overflowing from the catcher mitt to the front by accident.

I picked it up in a hurry and threw it back.

"Straik!"

That's pretty ball speed, I was just as scared when I hit 120 kilos with Bassen.

The second ball is critical to the inner angle.

The batter is dropped off.

The third ball has a lower outer angle and the batter is empty and three strikes.

Three balls so far, steady and in strike zone.

"Batter out!

"Ahhh."

The bearded uncle Adventurer Reebler leaned back to the bench with his neck tilted.

From there, the other two are retired, and it's a change in no time.

"You do bongos. You practiced for me?

"... ho... meh?

I stroked Bongo's head on the doya face going to the bench with gassi, and I took a bat and took a seat.

Me and Laura are the hitters and pitchers today.

I was brave enough to be a pitcher.

"Best, Owner, Sawadiku "

Laura, standing on pitcher mount, gazed at the catcher's mentch, grinning lightly and throwing the first ball.

From Catcher Mitt: 'Pa!' That sounds good.

"Ball"

Not as fast as Bongo, but not so much control.

I'll show you the stick I worked out with Bassen...

"Batter out!

I couldn't hit the ball in the end and it was a tear strike.

I knew I couldn't beat someone who was really exercising.

But the next and that next bat hit and the fourth batter came out at first base with a one-out.

"Number Four, Adventurers Group, Roth Ku "

"Sister!

"Hit me!

Cheers flew from around to the loins of the fishmongers twirling their bats in their seats.

Our army's bright red uniform fits her red hair and looks like a very gorgeous player.

The first ball drops off a ball ball with a lower inner angle and the second ball is a strike in the middle but misses this.

Third ball, hitting to soften up the fastball that had been aimed at lower outer corners, the hitting went beyond the home run fence like a kite blown by the wind.

"Bye!

Roth circled the home with his arms up, and now this one has a one-point lead.

But is the ball bad?

Baseball wasn't such a stupid sport to have a home run with.

Thereafter, we continued to fight with each other and get hit, making it a pretty funny game for what we see from the outside.

I'm just doing it inside. I'm already a heck of a guy, and I'm gonna drop the ball. I'm gonna get it. I pulled the team's leg as much as I wanted.

And with nine backs, thirteen to ten points, and no two-out bases, the scene of another battle between our daughter-in-law and the fourth-batter loin came.

These two have been playing a much better game in their hitting seats so far, and the stadium was showing some of the best excitement of the day.

"Hit the loin. Hit it. Hit it! I bet you gold! It's gold!

"Please, Mr. Tsubaki, please!

"Ma'am! Please! Today's drinks!

"The guys in the back! If you get hit, you're gonna die. Take it!

In response to a sad cry from the guest seat, Roth waved a vid response, and our daughter-in-law just grinned at the edge of her mouth without even turning a gaze.

I mean, the guys in the guest seat, don't treat Frank like that against the military, even though he's inside!

I'm the one who's harassing you!

And Laura wiped the sweat off her face, and the first ball she shook and threw all the way around was almost directly next to Roth's face.

"Ball!"

I can't tell if it's a rampage or a provocation. I don't make fastballs, but I don't make the No. 4 fishmonger loin slight either.

The guest seats are uplifting, but the area around the mount was rather quieter than just now.

The second ball released in tension is critical of the inner corner high eye.

"Straik!"

I felt the batter's loin move pickly, but I didn't shake it.

Does that mean it won't just end with a hit?

Third ball, lower ball ball ball.

"Ball!"

And the fourth ball, another low ball ball ball.

"Ball"

Three-ball one strike, the fifth ball thrown in a situation where everyone swallows solids, is the height of the inner corner.

Roth's bat caught the high ball at hand after the low ball continued, though clogged.

Laura, the pitcher, jumped on that ball, which began to roll along with an uninspiring blow.

He quickly regains his momentum and moves forward, sending the ball to first base with his knees down.

Whether the loins run fast or our daughter-in-law sends the ball fast, the battle was only a matter of seconds.

The first baseman had a glove on a loin that stuck from his head in the base, but the referee's signature was safe.

"Yay, yay, yay!!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

"You can drink!!

"Ohhhhhhh!

Sadness This is a rough audience, and the No. 5 hitter is out with exactly three balls, and it's a game set.

As the winning team cited Seiji, pitcher Laura and No. 4 hitter Roth exchanged a disappointing handshake beyond the hedge of identity.

I wasn't active at all, but if Laura enjoyed it, I'm glad.

Even if I play baseball in the future, I'll focus on the owner business... sweating isn't for me at Intelligence.

Oh, my God, that's what I was thinking at this time.

In the end, after this, Laura took me to baseball games that were unexpectedly pandemic all the time.