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

I kind of licked my brother's connections downstairs.

Preparations for the festival, which our managerial candidate Iska and her younger brother had begun together, were beginning to roll into a major project involving a tremendous number of people the day after it began.

Of course our slaves arranged by Iska came out from my brothers friends to people in my town who have no idea, and even a community of white werewolves known for their exclusivity, and every night the street in front of headquarters is a big boost.

Sponsorship continues to grow day by day, and bang money is being collected not only from central town shops with Schenker Avenue, but also from shops and individuals in South and North towns.

What the hell is our brother talking about?

Though I seem to be making something based on my brother's deceitful legal cover at a previous festival and stitched sponsorship publicity on my back.

Honestly, I don't think it makes sense to invest in a festival that only uses one bottle like this...

Well, it's not like nobility is involved, so it's easy to scratch as an ass.

The call from the festival's preparatory meeting, which was proceeding on its own like that, was about a cold day when there was a beautiful ice-cylinder at the end of the house.

I saw our slaves working with the people in town in a tent set up in front of Schenker headquarters that seemed somewhat difficult to do.

You look giddy wondering if I can give you instructions or vice versa.

They're usually the ones moving within a relatively clear organization of upward and downward relationships, so yeah, I guess it's hard to do when you get into a group that has to start exploring.

I didn't like that either...

Working with moderation was something I felt more tired than doing what I was normally told.

Well, I haven't changed much yet.

What a thought. Ahead of being taken to Iska, a communal power aunt who probably never bothered with anything like that was waiting for me with a Nico smile.

"Eyeball project?

"Yeah, well, I don't know, wow. I wonder if there's one that could make it a lot more fun. It's a new festival that just started last year, but I miss singing and dancing."

My brother with a relaxed face opens his hand to the universe whilst saying that, but I hope he doesn't call me that.

"There's nothing out there if you say it so suddenly."

"Don't say anything. Come on, give me that baseball kind of thing. Come on."

"It's hard to do that on Schenker Street..."

"That's why it's okay to sound like it. What we can all enjoy, please."

You think it's a hitting hammer that comes out of anything about me, my brother keeps wasting it with a gougy shake on my arm he grabbed with both hands.

Iska, standing behind her brother's chair, looks at me with a troubled face, but doesn't even look like she'll stop me otherwise.

Damn, I need you to do something about that passive personality somewhere.

"Mostly, come on, what kind of festival is your brother going to make?"

"Huh? Well, it's a temple festival for moles, so I was wondering if it's a bright festival for adventurers and such who often come to visit."

"Adventurer, hey, why don't you let me give you a prize or a punch? It'll be exciting."

"Beating each other up. Come on, what are you gonna do when the injured get out?"

Damn man, it would be a hassle if I really had to treat him.

That the rough guys will thrive, thrive...

Interests...... End of Year...... TV......

"Ah."

"Something funny?

"No, you don't have to get hurt."

"What?

"Beating each other"

Yes, it was in a previous life, you know, a fine sport where big adults beat each other up and not lose their bodies.

After explaining the concept of 'boxing' to my brother and Iska, I went home to try to do it once.

I remember, but somehow I remember the rules, and maybe I'll be fine.

The day after that, I was just coming to the festival prep with the headgear, boxing gloves and leather mouthpieces that I had my tannery make.

I don't mean to be exhilarating.

My daughter-in-law, who got intrigued by my story, pushed me on my gooey back.

You basically like rough stuff, don't you, this guy?

"I've ever had a duel where you tie your ankle and ankle with a rope and beat each other, but don't ever see a duel that's purely fist-only"

"Why is it looking so fun?

"Because fighting is a fine entertainment that has existed for a long time."

Set aside Laura, who says things like a country yankee who has no time to spare, and I'll double check the rules with my brother downstairs.

You were listening to me from my brother, and there was a crowd of prep meeting faces around.

"The only thing you can use is your fists, and you don't have any money to crush your eyes."

"So you put these gloves on, put your head armor on, put the mausupi on your mouth? The gloves and the head ones are good, but what do you wear the mouth ones for?

"I don't know, but not to keep my teeth from breaking?

"Why can't I understand you?"

"Better not, when I say tooth armor."

I push a set of gear (boxing set) on my brother who follows me on the flank, and I put a rope on the ground to make something ring-like.

It's the right size, there's no way I know it better than the original.

You can squarely do anything.

If I had done so, the spectators would flock around it, so nature and the pedestrian hedges became like rings.

Trying to crack that hedge, nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He was a cute brother with colored glasses and a senior brother (Python), Fasalina.

"Sawadi, hello - I'm late to say hello..."

"Thank you, Senior Fasarina. It's been a long time."

This guy has an appearance, but he's usually a serious guy who works exactly at his parents' stable.

I like to make noise and drink, but I'm not a bad person.

Mostly this world is full of speared adventurers, there's no such thing as a Yankee soft bad guy in the city.

The Yanchas are more or less going to be military or adventurers, because they get serious knowing themselves.

"Mr. Sawadi, you're not the same person anymore..."

"Oh, I'm sorry... and this is our wife, but today I mean treating one privately..."

"Oh, thank you..."

To his peppered senior, Mr. Laura laughed thinly and interpreted him to snap his neck.

Because if you don't tell me this, it's hard for civilians to even speak private language.

My brother, who came out of the hedge late to the seniors, says with ease, "Seniors are going to try me out," but don't ask anyone who cares...

"Eh, the other one then..."

"Oh, well, there are two of us, aren't there? It's not me."

"He said he wouldn't ask for my brother. I was wondering if anyone... whoa! Laura, isn't that Laura's baseball team, Sleira Whitebeams?

"Oh, right. Reebler! Come here for a second!

When Laura raised her voice, a middle-aged man with a moustache who was in the crowd appeared before us trying to draw the people around her.

"Here!

"Beat up with the gentleman there," Laura told him briefly, kneeling in a strange manner.

No, no, you don't know that.

When I explained the rules, he listened enthusiastically, and Kyou received his gear and jumped to the ring of the hedgehog.

"The only thing you can use is your fist! If you can't stand between falling and counting, you lose! No money! … yes."

"Whoa!"

"Fine."

Two people answer Iska's words as a referee.

Getting Started! and the moment my voice flies...

"Oh hey!!

and with the voice of a wild temper, an uppercut that was not even in Reebler's eyes accurately lifted Senior Fasalina's jaw.

The senior, who seemed to float off the ground for a moment, collapsed like a doll with his white eyes peeled off and lost support as it was.

"Wow!

"Yabe, Sari!

"You got a broken jaw? What do you say?"

Senior Fasalina surrounded by her companions at the same time as Three Counts, but I woke up immediately as if my consciousness was just flying for a moment.

"My grandma... pull my hand..."

"Sari, Grandma's still alive!

You seem to see some confusion in your consciousness as to whether your head has shaken, but you don't even seem to have a cracked jaw that has been strongly beaten.

Was it a good thing that I turned into a fairly large glove because of my proper instructions, or did the gel-shaped demonic material I put inside the glove work?

Boxing tools made in different worlds seem to be quite shock absorbing.

Looks like this would be okay for adventurers to have a fight with each other.

"Reebler"

"Ha!

"Thank you."

Having carefully received the three pieces of silver I offered him, he quickly gave our brother a set of gear and disappeared into the crowd.

"Looks like I've been working out pretty good"

"Really? Isn't that what you call an adventurer?

"Not all adventurers can fight like that. Some people are no different than normal people, and some people kill wizards."

"Heh."

I knew the adventurer was from pin to kiri, but there would actually be a good chance that the adventurer and the townspeople would be in a situation like that just now if they fought.

Though the festivities don't seem like the kind of townspeople who challenge adventurers, let's just remind them.

Then we put the magic of recovery on Senior Fasalina, and Laura and I followed a lively preparatory meeting.

Not long after, when did it become the morning of the festival?

Laura said she'd be joining us in the evening, and I was on my own coming to Schenker headquarters.

The super giant demon construction project has stopped, and I'd be sorry if I didn't join you in the morning.

It just seemed like we were making stages and rings in the field, and everyone, regardless of gender age or race, was working together to prepare for the last.

Normally, people like us gathered on these occasions or just inside Schenker seem to spend some time laughing at each other mixed with the people we've gotten along with in the last few days of preparation.

I may never have seen a sight like that before.

Well... no matter how much our slaves need to work for the people of the city, all they're trying to do is migrate and be new to the city for a few years.

Maybe it really needed to be an event where we would mix things up in the area half as forcibly as this earlier.

Or maybe I should have bridged him more as Jimotti...

Let's just say we're careful next time.

Face to the headquarters of the preparatory meeting set up with Deng next to the entrance to the Schenker headquarters, inside was an array of his younger brother Siciliki, who did not hold the cup in one hand, and his older brother Jerstan, who did not know why he was there.

"Oh, are you here?"

Sit down. Sit down. There's booze.

"Oh, I mean, why even Brother Jer?

"My chamber of commerce is paying for the festival, so they told me to show my face."

"I don't think you're supposed to be drinking with your brother."

"Really? Well, I'm sure my dad will be here later, and that's fine."

I don't think so...

You've got three Schenker brothers in full swing without trying.

It's annoying, but I hope I'm not a special unfriendly brother.

Even when I was at home, my father used to say, "You brothers are the only thing that matters."

"That, no. What about Iska?

"You're a tiger lady"

"Iska said it was his last check, and he's been around a lot."

"The Cat Clan can have all kinds of eyes."

"Sissi, don't you have to help me?"

"Me? I was told to have a drink until it started."

That's what I'm talking about. I'm the younger brother laughing, but, well, it's not like I'm needed in practice or anything.

Still, that's an awesome number of liquor bottles... how long have you been doing this?

"My brothers, what time have you been drinking?

"I don't know because I've been drinking since yesterday, the night before, and I said," I don't know. "

"Oh, come on, that's all right."

"'Cause more and more plugs arrive."

It's not that.

"I've been here all morning."

My older brother says that proudly, but he hasn't been so prestigious in the morning.

If you drink this up to me, you can't pack it.

"I'm going to Iska's..."

And the moment I tried to tear the escape from the tent, people came in from the outside and pushed me back inside.

What came in was a man my age, with a liquor bottle in both hands.

"Good morning! I'm Kishiu, a hoof shop in Nishimachi, and I'm sober with this plug..."

"Mr. Kissiu and this naive! Come in, come in!

"Let's have a toast, cheers!

Bad for my brothers who prepare their cups with peeling hands, but I have something to do with it.

My people are working, and I need to show them my face...

"No, I'm a little Iska's..."

"And Sawadi. See, just one drink, yeah. I just got plugged in."

"No, Iska..."

My older brother, who won't let go of me grabbing the hem of my jacket trying to get out of the tent, pulls me back reasonably.

"Uh, I already poured it, this is rude if you don't drink it up"

"... well, just one drink..."

I don't think I can get it back with a syrup.

If it's just one drink, well, okay.

What a thought. Sitting in a chair, people came into the tent again at that moment.

"Chi! In Bedell, a fabric store in Higashimachi! Siciliki, plug this in! Alcohol!

"O Bedell's Trail! Come in, come in! Because I'm about to make a toast!

"That!? There's plenty of people out there, were they already starting? I bought you some booze for the plug. Want a drink?

"Maximilian! You're here! Sit over here!"

While I'm somehow running late, I can't pack any more quickly, and the flow of people bringing plugs never stops...

It was me who ended up having fun drinking with my brothers and their friends until the start of the festival...