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

At a time when the cost of utilities was increasing in the fall night, I was caged in a lab.

"If you excite this circuit... your left arm will move..."

When Professor Marino, the lord of the Turkiiba School of Magic Instruction and the Demonstration Laboratory, passed magic through the operating artifacts, the left hand of the little homunculus, standing on the lab desk, lifted unbridled.

The neck of the homunculus is plugged into something like a plate, from which the cable stretched is intricately intertwined and connected to the operating magic.

"That circuit is for contracting the muscles of the upper arm, so the elbow joint just flexes"

"Do you have to operate other circuits while maintaining this? That's hard."

"I'm still going to stereotype the behavior from here."

In response to the problem that demonic crystallizers with a dramatically longer lifespan than conventional demons would acquire themselves, the solution that I launched when I was cramped was the homunculus on this desk.

Bypass the brain that forms the self and thought, that the surgeon directly controls the movement… is a substitute for the utter denial of autonomous behavior, the uri of the demon maker.

Name it, Remote Control Demon Builder.

Well, then I guess I don't know, so why don't we keep it with the manipulative demon?

"But in the end, you couldn't figure out the demon's self-acquisition during the scheduled period."

"I can't help it, because depending on what you think, you can say that demons are creatures, too. It's beyond our control to uncover the mystery of life."

Professor Marino took the mug he had on his desk and sipped a sip of his chilled tea.

"I guess it's not a very good thing to make, use, and not understand something like that."

"When I say that, magic is riddled with mysteries, so I don't know. Whatever the contents, you can use them, if you can."

"Easy, is that merchant style?

"It's the Lower Loyalty."

To my answer Professor Marino bent the edge of his mouth and laughed reluctantly, igniting the official cigarette he had removed from his chest pocket.

"Speaking of which, did you start something again?

"What is it?

"Look, they're gathering people to play ball. A professor of dark magic wondered what kind of play it was."

"Oh, is that baseball? It's... it's like filial piety to your wife, and Laura said she lacked exercise, so I thought,"

"Did you do such a big thing for that? You're a rooted pawnbroker."

A pleasant autumn breeze blows in from the city stained with sunset as the professor opens the window to let the purple smoke that he spits out laughing.

When I felt the signs and looked up at the sky, a bright white dragon was flying in the bright red sky.

Did you get rid of the super giant beast?

I was staring at the white-winged dragon flying east to pull the night.

One autumn sunny day, I was coming to the baseball field after a petition from the Schenker family security department.

Somehow he came to the baseball field day after day and was called in to ask for a response because there was a woman in good standing who was making a scene, maybe noble.

"So, where are you, that woman?"

"You're at the fence behind that referee."

"Batter!! Hit it, hit it, hit it! Hit me even if I die!!

On the tip of Rubica's finger, the head of the security department, who frowned with a troubled face, there was indeed a woman dressed like nobility to see.

He was cheering for the batter by holding onto the fence with one hand the liquor he was selling on the stadium.

Waving silver long hair, amber winning eyes, and an interminably big voice.

I know that woman.

The city's most famous Knights, Lord of the White Winged Dragon, woman on salary cuts all year round, Tezion family loudspeaker, Grapevine Coffee Banner No. 1.

White Dragon Knight of Turkiiba...... It was Miss Arcelica Tezion of "Stardust".

"Hi Tezion, it's been a long time"

"Oh, not the son-in-law of the Sleira family!

"Ha, thank you"

Mr. Arcelica and I have been dating since last year or so.

The fact that you and I attended Laura's wedding started getting along on the brink, and our group of adventurers had been helping us for a long time, so we started giving them seasonal gifts and stuff.

She is active and super luxurious, abruptly in Astrobucks, my run coffee shop, and likewise banned from bringing cats home from my run grapevine coffee, so to speak.

"Grapevine coffee is good. It's called here, and everyone in this city is involved in something that sounds interesting!

"Yeah, well..."

"You can see this place from the sky, I've been wondering what you're doing! Come on, you're doing something funny!

"Oh, thank you very much"

There were aristocratic mechanical reasons why I couldn't handle Mr. Arcelica with cancer involved.

She's a Knights member and a lieutenant equivalent in the Army, but my daughter-in-law is a former major and above her, and I have no rank at the moment.

Just a title, she's a baron, my daughter-in-law has no title, and I'm a knight equivalent.

Mr. Arcelica doesn't get his head up to our daughter-in-law somehow, but I don't get his head up to Mr. Arcelica somehow, that's the relationship.

Of course, you can poke at the impossibility, but nothing tells me that I'm not so unscrupulous, and I'm not the kind of person you want to antagonize.

To me, she was a thinly tangled local Yankee senior.

"This is what you thought!?

"Yeah, well, more or less..."

"Don't do it!! I feel a serious battle between pitcher and batter, chivalry spirit!!

Your voice is shitty.

My ears are getting keen, so I snuck up on the recovery magic.

"So long! I need a favor!!

"Huh, what is it?

"Me too, that! I want to!"

That's what she said, making a swing gesture of the bat.

The wind pressure is amazing even though I don't have anything.

"Ha..."

When I saw the ground properly, the game stopped at some point, and the players and guests looked at this one worryingly.

"Well, I'll go. Yikes! We're done with three strikes!

"I know. Yo!! Throw everything you can!!

Up on the mount quickly, I was checking the seams of the ball in the glove.

I just can't let the players play noble opponents.

Noblemen and civilians must not interact.

Whether that's play or what the nobility wanted, waiting for the civilians who beat the nobility will probably be ruined.

No other nobleman will allow a civilian to overthrow a nobleman, and no other civilian wants one.

"Playball!"

I gave one nod back to the catcher who was sending me an eye-catcher and pitched all I could with an overthrow.

I threw it right next to Mr. Arcelica's face.

I'm only confident in control!

Even change balls can throw five different kinds!

From Mitt, span! And it sounds good, but she's totally catching the ball with her eyes and doesn't make it slight.

Second ball, full force ball in the middle of the strike zone.

"Strike!"

Mr. Arcelica waved the bat, but it's not the right time and it's empty.

Then the third ball.

Cuckoo!

"Shh!!

He was hit to soften up the straight he threw at the lower outer angle, and the ball flew over the head of the field with pleasant sounds.

I lost.

but there's nothing like being freed in one go...

"Come on!!

As a matter of course, I threw a hello demon ball at Mr. Arcelica, who once again raised his bat and urged him to throw it.

Mr. Arcelica called me to tell me how many home runs I would have been hit, and how tired my shoulders threw the ball.

"Hey!

"Yes, yes, what is it?

Walking towards the batter box, she whispered to me with a refreshing grin.

Even if I say whisper, it's just whispering for Mr. Arcelica, more affordable and louder than Osama the drinker.

"I'd like to hit that bird boy's ball, too."

"What, is it our Bongo? No, no, no."

You can't just let the slaves risk their lives with this kind of play.

I can't wait to get three strikes and get disrespected.

"That being said, aren't you guys competing with all kinds of kids? It's sloppy! Can't you handle it?

"Even though I am inside that child..."

Yikes! and it's bad for her to stick her teeth out, but her insides are the top priority.

If you want to do it, you can do it on your own with the Knights.

"I was going to bring my crew next time... it sounds like everyone else is wondering from the sky"

"This is a common man's game, give me a break"

"That said, there's no other way to sound funny! Even those audiences have gathered on their own, haven't they? Whatever's funny, gather people!

"Hih..."

It's impotent.

But maybe I was licking the thinness of the layers of entertainment in this world.

I haven't said a word to the slaves about practicing baseball since the last game with Laura.

And yet the nonstop guys got together on their own to play, and they sprung up to the audience on their own, and now they even said they wanted to mix it up with the Knights.

Speaking of which, Professor Marino from the magic lab told me about baseball.

Regardless of the Knights in the middle of the sports club, no more rumors are coming around to the professor of the Indoor Nest School of Magic.

My troublesome sensors are responding so badly.

A sign that matters is the bin.

"Okay! Think!"

"You mean you can do it! Hey, bird boy!

"No!! You say you think!

"It's hard to talk about you! This is why scholars are...!

"Anyway! I will be answering the Knights in writing shortly, so please read it carefully with your boss and then reply"

I'll tell the kid to listen. You don't care if I eat, Mr. Arcelica is trying to inflate his cheeks, distorting his face and appealing to his own displeasure.

She roared a little, then turned away with her lower lip still out.

This guy's the only captain of the platoon, so he's got his men, and the Knights are in trouble...

"I get it! You just have to get it back out!!

"You can't come tomorrow!

"I'm going to work tomorrow... what happens in three days?

Mr. Arcelica I hear on Doya's face, but I still don't understand the story at all.

"Wait for the letter to arrive! Absolutely! Read it with your boss!

"You can't help it! Sooner or later!

I say it with all due respect, but I even doubt she will remember it until she returns.

I shall send the letter to the head of the Knights of Turkiiba.

I shook my hand with Gucci and somehow dropped off Mr. Arcelica, who left with the bat, and a big sigh of nature came out.

It's a hassle, but if there's nobility involved in baseball from now on, it's going to be a bad thing if we don't make the first dedicated rules right.

Whatever the nobility wins or loses, it's the house and the house that gets involved, if we can rub it in baseball and talk about an outbreak of civil war, it's a big deal.

I don't know...

It's a pain in the ass...

Targeted at the silver-haired dragon knight who left in a whim, I went home with my back rounded and my face supple like an eggplant soaked in bran.

Everything, if you decide to do it, better be quick.

As soon as I got home, I wrote to the Knights, "I'll make the fine rules, so baseball will wait a while".

And the day after that, I ran around with my wife, Laura, and started working on baseball rules for nobility.

I decide the rules for baseball players, and I turn to the big nobles in Turkiiba for their opinions on the nobility issue.

The quickest way to prevent crossspears from nobles is to use another nobleman.

To the dean of the School of Magic Instruction, the famous hero Estomaon, who was also my instructor to hit Laura's relatives, and the son of Count Snore, Lord Turkiiba, who happened to be appointed......

Numerous other such mentions gave me examples of aristocratic rubbing, opinions on it, and written admissions to the original rulebook to be prepared.

The contents of the rulebook became almost like a sportsmanship explanatory note, including athlete pull-out provisions, retaliation provisions, no-side spirit, and referee selection provisions.

And by the time the original book, named "Noble Baseball Practice," was completed, the season was already the end of autumn.

I couldn't touch the fall festival as if I had fallen asleep to much intense duties at the fall grand athletic event, the Slaves' entertainment project, and my daughter-in-law scolded me.

You can't help it, because I've been staying at the lab every night or at the giant demon making site.

Blah, maybe the busiest time in the world.

I worked too hard to get ten yen bald on my head.

But thanks to that, I managed to give the captain of the Knights of Turkiiba a copy of "Noble Baseball Practice" before winter arrived, and I was stroking my chest down.

I'm really glad I believed in my troublesome sensors.

Because by then, the city was in big trouble.

"Now let's start the game between the Schenker Scorpions and the West Street Shopping Street Green Caps."

"Yay!!

"Roth is working in a dungeon today -! You can win! West Street!!

"Ah Yale, no snacks."

"Bookstore! Show me what your ex-soldiers mean. Yikes!

"Athlete. - Picture. - Yeah."

"What do you expect! I'm gonna sell it! I have all the information on how the athletes are doing! I'm gonna sell it! Predictions!

"Liquor store!! If I lose, I'll change my liquor purchase -!!

Today there was a game between the Schenker Scorpions (Scorpions), of which I am the owner and pitcher emeritus, and the grass baseball team launched by the aspirations of the West Street mall.

The West Street team is almost amateur, but they're not surprisingly alarmed by the fact that there's some kind of store playing ex-soldiers and adventurers.

The predictor said earlier.

The ballpark is full of guests, even though it's getting very cold outside.

The guests are not only the townspeople, but also the obviously aristocratic mix.

Probably disguised hard, but everyone had their clothes brand-new and too classy to float completely from around.

It's an anomaly just that nobles come to see civilians play, but the problem is that there were a number of nobles who stepped further from it.

What a time during the fall when nobles got two owners baseball teams up and those guys mixed up with civilians to start the game.

He's already hit it with our team, and he's pretty strong and he's usually lost.

And it seems that the Knights are all starting an aristocratic ball club in the Knights, splitting up in two hands and playing Red and White.

Though it's still only locally thriving, the way it thrives isn't half the way up.

A replica of the uniform dyed crimson and embroidered with scorpions all over the back seems to be selling slowly, even though it's a good price.

I set up nighter equipment on our baseball field and started lending day and night for practice, but they're surprisingly making money over there.

What is it?

Was it good for anyone to see it for free, unlike an opera or something?

Or was it the first large-scale sport ever played in this city that was ugly?

To be honest, I didn't expect baseball to drive the Turkiiba people so far.

Slowly, I feel like something very big is starting to move, but there's nothing more I can do.

All you have to do is leave yourself to the flow, more than hit the hand of establishing rules.

Winter Torquiiba, summer and autumn festivals are over, and wild work is over, a period that was originally scarce for entertainment.

The city, where fuel called baseball was burned, had begun to burn quietly but surely at high temperatures.