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

In the city of Turkiiba, which is a woody blow, there are two things that have been popular all these days.

That's Oden's stall and baseball court.

Oden sounds like some kind of pot.

It's a limited number of test sales, and when they sell out, they get their thoughts and disappear somewhere.

Even though I'm talking about the Schenker family stall where I work, of course I don't have a lot of people around me.

The one in the stall, if you're serving the same house, could have had a tasting somewhere.

I heard it tastes strange and it's not that good, but, you know, I don't really feel like I need to try it.

Stuffed at the thought of that, before me sewing baseball gloves at my tannery, came my drinking buddy, the Cat Clan Reps.

"Hey Kraft, are you serious?

"You don't have to get tired of coming."

This guy's from the Ironworks Department, but he turns up the heat on our factory clerk, and every time he's on vacation, he comes to visit with a souvenir in one hand.

He's not the only one who comes through.

He laughed, "I don't have a problem with tea treats."

"Don't come here to sell oil. Why don't you make a horseshoe in an iron shop?"

"Horseshoe is so old, our factory is building parts for the tracks now. He said he was going to pass an automated trolley to a hole digging site outside the city."

"Oh? What the hell?"

"It's like a little train."

Is that all right with you making it on your own?

Our Master Sawadi can finally do whatever he wants because he's outside the city.

"They're going to carry the dirt out of the hole digging and brick it with the wizards and our civil engineers."

"Heh, are you going to use it for the construction you're doing on Schenker Boulevard? You're gonna build a big building right in front of headquarters."

"I've been working on it since... Oh, no, there's an Oden stall out here today."

"Really!?

"I saw you heading south on the persimmon tree tsuji," said Larnay from the mail I just met there.

"I'm finally dying to read it, I didn't think I'd be out during the day, not just at night"

"Well, I'm glad you didn't have to walk around the city at night. Kraft of the Scales, you're vulnerable to the cold, but if you catch a cold, it's a coincidence."

"I want to eat even if I catch a cold!

"Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa."

I guess I'm not the only one who thinks that.

There are a lot of new lovers of Turkiiba people, and these days young people are walking around in the cold at night trying to get a glimpse of rumored Oden stalls.

What kind of Oden stall seems to disappear after selling out one pan, so about one or two pairs of customers can eat in a day.

I mean, there's only one hundred you can eat during the winter... two hundred... that?

How many?

You don't like numbers.

Anyway, if you ate that kind of precious stuff, you'd be famous among your fellow eaters.

Besides, above all...

"I don't want to trample on the same ice candy stalls as I did in summer..."

"Oh, you. No, you did the same thing in the summer. What is it, Ice... what a stall it was. The one that disappeared before fall."

"It's ice candy! I kept looking every night, every night, but I couldn't eat! I even staked out in front of headquarters with my buddies till morning..."

"We were just here back then too...... now there's even a land survey and you're okay with it, right?

"You'll catch ghost stalls around the land, there's a lot of locals around at night."

"We got a bunch of guys looking for a stall. Thank you. I don't know what drives you guys that far, but good luck at best! I'm going to spend more time with my beloved Mason than with the pot."

The idiot Reps shook his tail as he said that and disappeared as he sang his out-of-tune nose song.

Damn it! There's something extra to talk about.

My regret for missing out on ice candy came back to life, and the base of my tail was itching.

Scaled is often said to be nasty (...), but it really could be.

I can't give up when it comes to dinner, either.

When I hear about the phantom stall I had before I got here, I can't help but want to eat it.

Yes, nothing about Schönker's exam sales started suddenly this season.

According to Menchi, an ancient ginseng scalpel, there was a stall in the spring that looked like a sausage doughnut called an American dog.

What the hell is a sweet sausage?

Kuhh! Try it!

I hear there was a lot of stalls before that, but they definitely mean that our Sawadi is inventing them.

Hmmm, can't you manage to get me to tell you how to route a stall...... do I have to be an executive too?

I kept thinking about that all the time while punching drilling tools in hard leather.

"Number Four, Baron Tezion's House, Miss Arcelica Tezion"

"Ugh!!!

"Tezzy on!! Tezzy on!!"

'This hitting, the rules allow for the use of magic. There is also danger behind the backnet, so please be at your own risk.'

"You can see your wife's ray ball (beam ball)..."

"The other day, Mr. Sawadi the catcher was throwing up blood like a chunk? Are you all right?

"Don't worry, he's immortal if he doesn't die instantly."

Proceed inside a baseball field dedicated to a confrontation between nobles, with a pile of hot dogs.

I was coming to see baseball with the one in my room today.

Lately, then. Normal casinos are buzzing with idle birds trying to hit a beat, which is boring, and now we're all into baseball gambling.

The only thing you can bet on even though it's a game of nobility versus nobility.

Apparently, it's forbidden by the rules made by Master Sawadi to wager in a civilian team game.

Why? I don't know!

"Oh Casio, are you hungry?

"Yeah."

"Eat this, it's good."

"Thanks"

Casio, who laughs rather as he just hits the received hot dog, is only a twelve-year-old.

He's been in the room with me ever since they bought him in sync with me.

We have a lot of women's children, but it's about this guy's children.

I thought we wouldn't be bored by ourselves, and this is how we take each other out when we're off.

It's unhealthy to leave this guy alone because he's been caged in his room doing some fine things.

"Hey, your wife's throwing demon balls."

"Hmm? Oh. You're rarely seen. You've had a lot of noise."

"You know, pitchers throwing balls and catchers receiving them, batters hitting them, you shouldn't throw demon balls unless they're all wizards."

"Oh, really?"

"That's why Mr. Sawadi is on your wife's team today. It was written in the Aristocratic Baseball Manipulation, which I kept at headquarters."

I say happily as I look over here, I'll wipe that mouth.

It's full of ketchup, isn't it?

"Baseball practice? What the hell."

"It's a book, Master Sawadi put it together. I've read it both for nobility and civilians."

"Book? Are you that hard to read?

"Sort of."

I knew I could read a sign or something, but I didn't know I could even read a book.

Kids these days are horrible.

"Ah! I'll throw it!

The wife of an ex-military who was not at all on the ground to which Casio pointed just tossed the ball at Master Sawadi as she wished.

A line of light was drawn straight from his wife's hand to Master Sawadi, who in thick leather armor blew up behind him and rolled for many turns.

Wow, I guess I could kill a little warcraft with that.

Master Sawadi gets up right away and walks back to Hyoko Hyoko, but is there nothing he can do?

I knew it wasn't a wizard.

"Please, Sleira White Light Regiment (White Beams)... If I hazz today, I won't be able to get older..."

"You've lost five points in seven times, so give it up. I'll go dig a hole outside tomorrow. Don't even go out there for dinner."

"Can you dig holes in the cold at New Year's Eve?!

Your wife struck out the fourth batter on the enemy team, but listening to the drunkards around you, you seem to have a bad minute.

Should I have bet on the enemy, too?

"Hey, where did Kraft bet?

"I'm your wife's team."

"Now the White Beams have a 70% chance of winning, and there's a lot of reversal at the end of the day, not a bad bet."

"Winning percentage? What the hell?"

"Stats."

"And... what?

"Statistics, numbers show a strong team."

Numbers, this guy. Do you know the numbers too?

I've been educating the kids in Schenker lately, but it's not supposed to be six months since this guy and I came over here yet.

"You, where did you learn that?

It's my parents' house.

"Home? Oh, no, you said it was a merchant."

"I'm not a merchant, I'm a watchmaker."

"A watch? Isn't a watch magically made by nobles?

"No, there's a craftsman, like my house, who makes them by hand, one by one. It's okay to come in."

I laugh at Casio for saying this story before.

Was I?

It's such a fine moving little thing, I don't think I can make it without using magic.

"Oh, so you're a sick, sold cunt, too?

"No, I've never been sick."

"Is that it? Then why?

"You know, Grandpa Hii told me in his will to serve Lord Sawadi in Turkiiba"

Casio said, staring at the ground, pointing his mouth.

"Grandpa Hii's will?

"Yeah, my house was here a long time ago, serving the Schenkers."

"Heh, but then you don't have to be a slave, you should have come to work normally"

"Well, I heard you did a lot of digging, and now you're just gonna have to be a slave."

"Really?

"Yeah."

Yeah...

I don't think it's such an easy thing to do, but is it a family situation?

"My grandfather was a really, really amazing person... but he used to cry when he drank alcohol."

"Were you crying?

"Yeah, I'm already an octopus in my ear"

I wonder if you intend to imitate Grandpa Hii, Casio started talking with his mouth shut and his eyes pulled down.

"Oh I wish I hadn't left Temple, if I'd only been beside myself, I'd have let you break even the gates of hell for the modern day when there's something going on all morning...... Every time, I felt like I couldn't regret it."

"The gates of hell? What the hell."

"You know, our family was originally bandits, locksmiths."

"Heh, locksmith. Then I guess it means that your ancestors couldn't stay because they were having a bad time here."

"Come on, I don't know... I don't know. No"

Its face, staring across the sky, was so grown up that it did not look very twelve years old.

Leaving my hometown... or I don't know.

Most people like us become slaves without parents, more like they don't have a home.

When I couldn't say anything, Casio scraped the hot dog wrapper round and laughed reluctantly.

"But I don't think I should have come here."

"To?"

"I ended up making up my own mind and getting Grandpa Hii's name to get here. This is where I chose... my city."

I felt something like a hard core in those eyes staring at the ground.

It's something I don't have that lives in self-depravity, falls into slavery, and just eats old.

Somehow I get embarrassed, and I turn to the ground too.

It sounded like the hustle and bustle on the baseball field somehow separated a single board.

But I wonder if that guy... is the kind of person who wants such a child deliberately enslaved until he serves...

In the batter box, Master Sawadi was just about to make an empty triple strike.

Then for a while, at the end of the year when the snow also glistened, I was walking through the night torqui iba with my scaled friends.

The purpose, of course, is to find phantom Oden stalls.

Wear it tight, put it in your belly to the hot tub, I don't know why you're so desperate while I'm at it, but you really can't give up until you try it once.

"... so come on, he says there's a deal on the street that leaves the stall."

and the scaly tribe of the tail, Dutch flies the tuba while so hot a valve.

"I don't know, you know, out in the day, out in the night, out in the west, out in the east, right? You decide on a whim, don't you?

Marcus, the scaly Marcus of Maratha Scales, replies in an unseemly manner.

"But it looks like he's wandering around without an athlete. Spring will be here soon."

These two, the three of them who added me, have been tight for six months now.

Not everyone wants a deck, but only the filth of food is the three of them who can't beat them there.

Such a considerate companion. As we walked down the Drinker Street with our heads up and talking to each other, we saw a bunch of familiars coming from across the street.

They are the enemies and companions of the transport department of Schenker, targeting phantom stalls.

"Oh, you guys from the tannery, they're done for the day."

A golden eye gleamed in the dark, winking like a shine.

"Yes!? Where was it?

"The hardware stores in South Town, the fish farms, they found us."

"Damn! They did it!

Along with Dutch's vomiting evil, I sighed small, too.

It's still empty today...

"Ahhh! What the hell is going on? Why is it just one pot every day!

"You can't help it, what it was, you see... but special condiments are used, right? I can't make a lot of them."

The dogs in the transport department say to mourn the duchess, but we scaled the spiciness of winter for those with hairs growing on their tails. I don't know.

It weighs a lot differently once.

"Can't help it. No, go home. Go home."

"Want a drink?

"It's already every night here. Let's go home."

"Che, this is empty every night. If you miss me, I'll miss you too."

We broke up on the spot and went for a white-explained, dizzy house.

Return to the badly built collective home that Schenker is renting us as a dorm, unlock and enter the room.

Casio, the cohabitant, seemed to be still awake and the room was bright and the humid warm air gently stroked his cold face.

"Hey, I'm home."

"Welcome home, it was cold, how was your day?

"No, I almost tried my luck."

"Huh, do you want some tea?

"Oh."

I wouldn't have had any tea on my own, but I've had it a lot since Casio started buying it.

Nothing. I don't find it even more delicious, but I prefer that to just white water.

"Yes, please."

"Yeah."

Sit in front of the fireplace in the room and sip the wheat scented tea.

The scales on my back twitched and my body, which was somewhat carefree, became crisp.

I knew I didn't like winter.

"No, what was Casio up to all this time?

"Oh, I was making parts for my watch."

"Of the clock?

"Yeah, because Grandpa Hii taught me the whole thing. I'm doing a little work on my paycheck."

"You can do a lot of things. You said you knew the numbers."

"To some extent."

Yeah, this guy from Wisdom might know something about the phantom Oden stall, too.

I don't know about relying on kids, but at least they're smarter than me.

"Cassio, hey, my buddy says there's something going on in the street where Oden's stall leaves... we don't know anything about it. Can you figure it out with the numbers you're good at?

"You mean you want to know the street out of the Oden stall? I don't care if they say that all of a sudden..."

"Well, you're right...... no, I can't say it"

"Oh, no, but if we gather information, we may know something"

"What? Like really?!?

"That's what Kraft said before, but that stall is definitely because it's done by a Schenker person, right?

"Oh, that's what they say..."

"If I'm not even wrong there, all I have to do is narrow down where I can keep my stalls in the Schenker family's managed property... I think I'll know to some extent"

"Right!

"And hey, it'd be better if I could figure out where that stall went through for days and hours"

"All right! I'll ask you tomorrow!

"Never, you might not know"

"Still, me and my buddies. So what's wrong with you now? You just wander around everyday."

I tried as much as I could, and I rubbed Casio's head off and stroked him and I dived into the bunk.

Sharp and drowsiness came quickly as I heard the noise on my back of a child shredding something at night.

From the next day, my buddies and I went around almost asking for information about Oden Street.

My buddies were bumping into each other saying, "Does this make sense?" But there's no other way, so we'll have to do it eventually.

Grandma of the wall-painted cat clan, the long-haired sister of the farm, the princess of the adventurer group, Mr. Pickles......

I ask and find out when and where I saw Oden stalls, even though people look surprised at me.

I think I'll be able to write at times like this.

Until I get to a buddy who can write, I have to desperately recite what I hear and remember.

"So, so, now... Hi-humi, how many people have we got together?

"Well, wait, there's more than ten of us for sure"

"Give me your fingers, you two, and I'll count to thirty."

"Isn't it quicker to show Casio's boy this way than to do something?

"That's right."

Let the two of my buddies wait in the tavern, and I'll walk through the city at dusk and take Casio back to his room.

White snow falling from the sky sparkles in the light of street lights.

It's gonna snow.

It's getting cold right now. Wouldn't this snow be on the road when we're older?

Did the hot water in the hot tub get cold or the tip of the tail caught in my clothes hurt slightly?

"You've come a long way even though it's cold, Casio, you can ask for anything you want."

"This place is a specialty of fried chicken with ginger. Alcohol is watery, but hehe."

"Thank you, Mr. Dutch, Mr. Marcus"

My buddy and Casio have known each other for a long time.

I used to go fishing with him.

Schönker, then the same room is for brothers, Cassio is scaled. Bye, hey, but, well, it's about us all being disciples.

"So, I've got a map for you."

When Casio spread the paper he had removed from his nostalgia, a map of this city emerged, written with fine lines.

It's getting a lot easier, but all the city's main roads seem to be in there.

"That's awesome, did you write it yourself?

"Yeah."

"If you see something like this, even the Adventurers' Observer escapes barefoot, so, what do we do?

"To this, I'm going to write down the information that everyone has gathered."

"Hey Dutch, write"

"Is that it? Where?

"You just said something about stretching your wrinkles."

"Oh, it was under my ass, hehe"

Writing that seemingly unpleasant warmth rolls with a small hand, Casio marks the map with a red pencil.

Red lines are drawn to tie the mark to the mark, and strange shapes can be made, like the wizard's magic formations seen in the play.

"Yes, if you try this, you'll know the whole story."

"What is it?

"Now what do you know?

"Hey, if you don't know, just shut up."

"Ugh."

Casio pointed to the middle of the magic formation and tilted his neck a little and said.

"I think this is the starting point…"

"What!?

"Like really!?

"Isn't this around the South Town stronghold?

The little finger pointing was just a little south of the middle town of Turkiiba.

Close to the drinking district, it is also a war zone where all kinds of stalls meet.

"How do you know that?

"It's like this stall is out in a different direction every day from around here, but the way it's used is mostly determined."

I don't know, but the three of us snorted together.

"So, considering every night and day departure time is the same, the calculations are more or less right when you get out of here."

The three "I see" voices overlapped, but maybe two other people besides me aren't sure.

"So, well, I think there's something suspicious about this dorm or something. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Of course."

"Perhaps."

I don't know, but maybe it fits.

At noon the following day, me in a yarn hat and Casio in the red hat of the Schenker Scorpions were wandering around South Town with earthen pots.

Even if I came after work, the stall would be after I left already, so I decided to keep an eye on what seemed suspicious from daytime...

My work break didn't mesh and it turned out to be me and Casio.

Anyway, it's the dimensions of catching a stall, buying a cup of pot, and taking it home and eating it for everyone.

This is Cassio's idea of an operation, too, my dear.

"I tried to come... but when the stall is about to serve, it's hard to find."

"But the southern stronghold was different, wasn't it?

"I looked it up in the summer, but it wasn't. There's nowhere I can hide it."

"So... how's the girls' dorm over there?

"Well, we've got time, and we'll hit it as soon as we can."

If you go around again, this city is full of Schenker buildings.

Warehouses, shops, residences, factories, everywhere and possibly in Schenker, meet your people wherever you go.

I'm tired of walking around and my legs.

Because for some reason, my kid was laughing fun with Nico.

"That sounds like it at all"

"Hey."

"Hmm?

"It's fun to do this."

"What is it?"

"Exploring places you don't know with someone like this"

When I glanced at Casio, my eyes matched those of the little one over by the hat.

"When you were younger, didn't you walk like this?

"Yeah, because not all the locals were good people, like the crafters. I couldn't get you out of my house."

"Even here, it's not all good people."

"Really? Everybody's a good guy, though."

That's not true, but a weird laugh spilled out of my mouth.

"Everybody's just not having any trouble eating today."

Slaves, we are.

You're not as clever as a kid tells you to be a good person.

I stroked Casio's head a long time and put my hat back on deep into my eyes, staring at the cloudy sky seeping into the gray.

It's cold, even during the day.

"Ah! That!

"What's up?

Chasing Casio, who suddenly rushed out, the red hat stopped in front of a torquiiba baker.

"Hey, isn't this a stall?

"Hmm? This......?

Cassio pointed to boxes and chairs cluttered up in the store.

"Look closely, the one with the cloth under here, this isn't my desk. It's got wheels."

In the cloth rolled with small hands, there were indeed large wheels.

If you take a box on something like a clothed desk, there's nothing in it.

It does also look like a disguised stall.

"Let's hear it go in!

"Yeah!"

Once inside the Torquiiba baker, there were no guests because it was already past noon, and an aunt of the Chilean-headed pig tribe sat in a chair and smoked.

"Um! Outside the stall..."

"Oh, wait till night"

"That, that, that, right?

"What's that?

"Oden!"

"You're the Schenker kids, aren't you? Don't make fun of people."

Me and Cassio were holding each other blindly elsewhere with an aunt who said so blindly.

"Yay!! Yay, yay!!

"Yay! They found us!

"If you want to dairy each other, go out. And what's your order?

"Oden!"

"Wait till night. I'm boiling it now."

"Bye, pork balls!

Me and Casio waited relaxed for the night after eating the Tolkiiba grill, promising to come and share our thoughts at a later date, and brought home the rice noodles we could make in a full pot of dirt.

I wrapped it in a leather jacket that I was wearing to keep it cool and taste the same, and I walked in the cold or something.

We win today!

Thanks to our little sage, Casio!

Oodles I had with my buddies in the room tasted sour and salty, odd, but that didn't matter anymore.

The empty earthen pot trophy only makes me feel happier now than anything else.

If the four of us got together, we could do anything, that's what I felt.

The three of us carry our scaleless brothers on our shoulders and take them to the expensive meat restaurant to mend their mouths.

I've been walking around town every day for six months now.

Now it's like a garden.

I know more than any other city I've ever lived in.

It's my city.

This is it.

Tolkiiba.

It's my city.

The four of us ran north on Main Street, rushed by the snow and dust pouring into the city of Years.