Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

Okay, let's start with the status quo. I found out that I was reincarnated into a baby. I was a little surprised, but I've heard of reincarnation, so I don't think it's that confusing. Looks like he was reborn again. I wish I was born into an animal or a bug or something... for now I'm relieved.

Where did you reincarnate next? I'll just move my neck and look around.

... Where in the country? At least not in Japan. I've never seen a Rojas house so far. I might be using Rojas a little wrong, but I don't care.

First, the bed I'm sleeping in right now. I know it's made of wood, but at least it's not made in Japan. The making is too coarse. Let's get this straight: 'Micah Box'. It might be closer to say 'crates containing imports sent by sea from overseas around South America'. There are many gaps and the thickness of the plate is inconsistent and feathery. It stings and stings and hurts when I touch it.

Furthermore, the cloth laid therein is hard and coarse as hemp. It rubs and hurts a little when I move my face. It is too irritating for the baby's soft skin. I'm going to cry.

Except for the bed, the thick beams running through the ceiling are splendid, but the house itself is rough built.

The walls are like prominent dirt walls with bumps and irregularities, there is no glass in the window frame that seems to be made of wood visible on the right hand side, and the boards that still seem to be made of wood are supported by wooden bars. The chair with the back on the side of the bed is also made of wood, making it no different from the bed. The door you see on the back left, on the foot, also looks wooden. Overall, it reminds me of Showa's masterpiece animation. He's the girl in the mountains.

And there are no lights on the ceiling. I don't even see any wires to get the electricity through. I don't have a ceiling plate, so I have nowhere to hide it. On the contrary, from what I've seen, I don't see anything called an appliance. Hanging on the wall over my head is probably an oil lamp. On the foot, on the other side of the door, is placed something like luggage, but it doesn't look like an appliance. Maybe it's got clothes in it or something?

Hey, aren't you electric? Is that possible? Even though you can still internet in the depths of the jungle?

Speaking of which, I've heard about natural regressionism abroad and other communities that manage to live out of any mechanical civilization. Of course they don't use appliances, cars, refrigerators, lights, they don't even use bicycles. Do you think that moving feet are horses, that food is stored in smoked, dried meat, ice chambers, etc., and that lights use candles, pine lights, and oil lamps? I hear the only machine available is an emergency call at the village chief's house. Maybe this is such a community. If so, it's a little harsh. It is impossible for a human being immersed in modern civilization to abandon all of it and live. Now you can't go back to living like you did in the Edo period.

When you grow up to be independent, you have to think about going outside.

Oh, my God. I was thinking, the door opened and someone came in. A middle-aged outsider. A woman, with dark brown hair long wrapped up behind her. The noticeable nose is deeply European and American in carving. I have a little sauce-eyed, high nose, and I'm not beautiful, but I'm not scrupulous. The impression is that it seems kind. Is she about 30 years old?

A little over 160cm tall. The shape is slim, but the irregularities seem pretty good.

The outfit is a simple knee-length skirt in moss green, a short brown vest over a less thick, spawning shirt. You must be wearing it for a long time, it feels a little grassy.

Is this my mother?

Hmm, sounds foreign after all. If we can talk, we'll be able to roughly identify the location.

English can handle it. Otherwise it might be a little harsh. By the way, the university's second foreign language was German, but I barely remember it anymore! What are you doing? About.

"Oh, boy, did you wake up?

Dialect, you speak Japanese!? It looks so uncomfortable when a Magimon outsider is talking! Hmm? What do you mean, this is Japan?

"Damn, time is good salted plums. So drink your mother's milk.

I knew it was Japanese. Suspicious dialect, though. I thought maybe the other languages are automatically translated in the brain with the special abilities or something that the baby has, but there's no difference between the movement of the mouth and the sound it sounds like. He definitely speaks Japanese. What do you mean?

I don't know what to think, they lifted me out of bed. The woman sits in a chair beside her bed and puts her on her knees so that she can hold me with her right arm. And besides unbuttoning the vest and shirt, boron and... whoa!? Put it on! Estimate c ya!!

"Look, then, it's from the right.

No, ma'am, Akan, go first! Husband said he's coming home!!

Whatever you say, you can't beat your appetite. It's not lust, is it? Really? Because babies are still weak in reason, or just now through hunger and hunger is tremendous. I guess this is an instinct. So don't be rude and hesitate.

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It was a pleasure. I don't know, like adding a little condensed milk to thin low-fat milk? Yeah, the nutrition tasted like it might. Full.

He slaps me in the back with a pom and says' kep 'and then he puts me to bed again.

"Hmm, you're not out yet.

I got cummed around the crotch. Yiyan. By the way, only the diapers are made of soft cloth with simple sewn production and adhesion on top of them.

"Then I'll be in the field again. So, be a good boy?

I get punified with my cheeks at my fingertips. It's a little rough hard fingertips, but I feel affectionate. Not bad.

Hmm, apparently we're farmers. Self-sufficiency is natural in the community of examples, so even farmers are not strange. But Japanese is a mystery. I've never heard of such a community in Japan. There's no reason to use Japanese in foreign countries.

... how about this. I knew this was Japan, but you think it's a huge future? Internationalization progressed and outsiders lived in Japan very normally, but civilization declined because of a global natural mutation or something, and they returned to medieval level after many years?

There is no possibility. It's not like he was reincarnated right after he died, and it's not weird after hundreds of years.

Anyway, check it out.

I'm still a baby now, and there's very little I can do. Ask your parents not to divulge their stories and collect judgment material that can confirm what the situation is. The policy for the future comes from that.

Hmm? I hear footsteps from the dota and the door. Is anybody here? The mother also seems to have noticed, walking to the door. Then the momentum opens the door, and a middle-aged man still comes in. He seems to be in a lot of a hurry, and his breath is rough.

"You panicked, didn't you?

Ho, is this man my father?

The back is a little short of 180cm. It's still a brown vest above the collarless spawn shirt and a simple beige cotton bread underneath. A little short in length.

The arms peeking through the button's open chest or curly sleeves are tight and burnt in the day. I don't seem to be hungry, and I'd say fine macho.

Face, still deeply carved, muscular nose beam under cool eyes. He is long and is likely to be seen by a good man, but he gets a wild impression thanks to the mustache at the tip of his chin. Her hair is pale blonde, clustered behind her like a ponytail about the length of a bob cut.

I mean, handsome, blow it up!

No, no, I appreciate how handsome your father is. That means I'm bleeding, too. It means you can expect a little bit from the future.

"There's a demon out of the woods! Right now, Dent's going to inform his husband. Just! You stay here and hide with the boy! Hey, I'm going to help my husband.

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... Huh?

Demon!? So this is a different world!? Seriously huh!?

Oh, I'm a little out. Yiyan.