My First Trip was to Another World

Today's camping point is the woods ahead heading east from Wang Du. We plan to line up around the boundary between the forest and the meadow and set up a tent. Lower the magic bag containing the camping tools to the ground and view the place to be set up.

I've come this far and noticed that I hadn't checked Ricky and Kate's camping tools. I wonder what you're bringing.

Each of these two carries a small backpack. Capacity is about 20L. If this is a magic bag, the apparent capacity doesn't matter. A few times that should be in there.

"Hey, can you give me some camping tools for now?

"Oh, yes."

The two nodded lightly and as they lowered their backpack to the ground, they began to fish through it.

After a while, Ricky took out a chunk of cloth and spread it on the ground, a conical tent supported by a single strut, a tippy. Probably a tent for two. It's so used up that it doesn't look familiar to newcomers, it's full of joints and it's pretty worn out.

"That's a tent with a lot of years..."

"I lived in my parents' neighborhood, and my former adventurer's uncle gave it to me. They say it's a luxury product that incorporates demon-proof magic props."

Back off. Might be just right for a run out. I just need to use it when it's worn out. Speaking of polar theory, all you have to do is rain and wind up a tent.

However, there are too many missing seasons. I don't have enough pegs, and on the contrary, I don't have any struts.

"Heh. That's good. The magic props in this hand are expensive to buy. By the way, what about the struts?

"It's broken. Now we use the rope to set it up."

Ricky replied hazy, but Kate pinched her mouth with an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Brother, you're not, are you? It's true it broke, but if I fixed it, I could have used it. My brother mistook me for firewood after I broke it..."

They burned it. As is often the case. You can't if you put a wooden stick near the bonfire. Because there is a high probability of making a mistake.

"'Cause you can't help it. It was dark then..."

"You don't have to be dark to make a mistake. I can't help it. If you can substitute with a rope, fine."

"Yes, thank you...... But I'll buy it when I can afford the money."

While I was talking to Ricky, Kate finished packing. Apparently Kate was carrying dishes and a lunch box, arranged on one small piece of cloth.

"Anything else?

When I hear that, Ricky answers with a bumpy look.

"That's it...... sorry"

Ooh! Low gear! You know what I mean. The flavor of the camp is how to reduce gear. Simple and very good.

"I'm impressed. That's the camper."

"What is it?

"Camping only with carefully selected equipment. Fine."

Nature and grin abound. Human beings with the same values are precious. It's hard to meet. Luna approached me with a subtle look as I nodded and looked at the two pieces of gear.

"Um... I think that's just Mr. Coe, right?

"Excuse me. I didn't like it and reduce it. I just can't buy it because I don't have the money..."

Ricky shrugged sorry.

Seriously. I finally found a good man...

"Oh. Well, you should get used to less gear. Because it helps when you have to."

Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be a person of the same taste. That said, you should get used to camping with less gear. I don't always have convenience tools. We need the wisdom to devise in less.

"Excuse me, Mr. Coe is not persuasive."

Huh? I thought I looked around and a gorgeous living space was built around the lavish tent. Looks like everyone else was finishing up the setup while we were talking.

A daytime tarp is hung around a bell-shaped tent for ten, with dining table sets, incinerators and cooking platforms arranged side by side. It doesn't look like he's camping very well. It's like a villa.

"That's fancy..."

If it had fitted the Luna's, it would have been extravagant if the camp had done it sometime. All my dissent was silenced, and the tools of convenience grew one after the other. And now it looks like this.

Convenience isn't a bad thing, but it's more comfortable than staying in a bad inn... I don't feel like camping. Camping is something more inconvenient, inconvenient and difficult, something you would enjoy the difficulty of it.

Claire has spoken as she looks emotionally at the tent where the installation is complete.

"Look, don't just stand there and help me."

The tent is complete. Nearby installations have also been completed. You don't even have to let me do this.

"There's nothing more to do, is there?

"... so is that. Help me withdraw, right?

Claire says dissatisfied. Even I don't want to. I was just finished today when I realized it.

"I know. Oh, if it starts a fire, can you help?

"Right. So let's just pick up some firewood."

It's no use picking up firewood. Efficient if done at the same time as sourcing ingredients. I don't think I can pick mountain vegetables at this time of year, but I might get something.

"Then let's get some food."

"It's okay. It's in my magic bag."

"No, because of that, shouldn't we let those two go through it, too?

"From now on, it's dangerous. Because the sun's about to go down."

Firewood can also be picked up in the vicinity of the base, but it must be kept away from the base if food is to be procured. If it's just us, no problem, but I'm bringing a beginner today. I guess it's a little dangerous to go behind the dark middle woods.

But we have signs. In case you get away with it, you'll soon find it, and you'll soon notice if a dangerous demon approaches you. There should be no problem.

With that in mind, suddenly Ricky raised his hand.

"Eh! It's okay! You can go!"

Looks like he was listening to us. He says he wants to go, so why don't we take him?

"Ricky seems motivated, how about that?

"Darmeh! Do you have to be a role model for these kids? What if I imitate you after we break up?"

Claire used her index fingers on both hands to make a bat in front of her mouth and told her to teach.

"Ah...... That's true. Shall I stop?"

"When we were in the village, we were still in the woods at night, right?

When I declared the suspension, Ricky looked troubled and ate down. Claire, who sees it, says, frightened.

"It's a dangerous village... The feeling of direction goes crazy at night. Not even in the woods you're used to. Not to mention the woods you guys don't know you're going to, do you? If you get lost, you better think you'll never get back to base again."

For Ricky, Claire's statement may seem exaggerated. But it's true. I solve it with sign detection and map power, but without them, I wouldn't inadvertently go into the night forest.

Listening to Claire's suggestion, Ricky drops his shoulder sadly. He seemed completely depressed and started talking in an understated manner.

"Really...... I give up today. I'm sorry, it's the food that Mr. Coe sourced... Could you share it with me just a little bit?

"... hmm? Sourcing? You didn't bring the food?

"Because preserved food is expensive..."

They don't have it. You're so poor. Is this the standard for a rushing adventurer? I'm getting pathetic.

"Food procurement is canceled today. We've got extra, so let's all eat."

"What? Is that okay?

"Oh, never mind. Instead, help me out, okay?

"Ha! Thank you!

When Ricky said well, Kate also lowered her head as she thanked her in a whisper. Kate seems to have a lower voice when she's afraid.

I'll leave this to the two of you, and I'll go pick up some firewood. We walked around the base and secured a day's worth of firewood.

I brought the firewood I picked up to base, but Ricky's doing something in front of the incinerator. Looks like he's about to start a fire. But I have something like a little black cloth cut I'm not used to seeing in my hands.

"Hey, what's that?

Ask when you don't know. Speaking to Ricky from behind, Ricky looked back here for a moment as a bicker.

"Huh? Is this it? It's just a carbide cloth (char cloth)..."

"What's a carbide cloth? It's the first time I've seen it."

"Is that true? Don't you need it when you light a fire?"

"Heh... Can you show me how to use it?

"Ah, yes. Fine."

When Ricky put a carbide cloth on the stone and held it in his left hand, he set fire gold with his right hand. Hit the stone with fire gold as it is. Within a few repetitions of the operation, a red spark was created on the black carbide cloth.

Ricky then gently wraps it in a hemp string that unravels its carbide cloth and breathes a huffle. Smoke gradually grew and caught fire beautifully.

Regrettably, it's a few times faster than I do. It wasn't long ago.

"Phew...... Here's the thing. But Mr. Coe has about an ignition demon prop, doesn't he?

"Oh, I have it. But like I said, I have to get used to inconvenient environments. It is also considered an environment in which demonic props cannot be used. It's deadly not to be able to set fire to it."

"Well, that's right. There's nothing you can do if you're out of magic..."

I meant to say something about a demon prop malfunction or loss, but it seems to make sense what I'm trying to say.

Demonic props that manipulate heat like ignition demonic props often consume a lot of magic. We don't particularly care, but I've heard that runaway adventurers even save on that magic.

No, I don't care about that. Now I want that carbide cloth.

"So, what was that carbide cloth earlier? Where can I buy it?

"I mean, I'm gonna buy it, I'm gonna make it. 'Cause it's just a boring cloth."

"Make it? Can you make it? How to make it?"

"Eh...... First add the appropriate borough cloth to a pan with a lid and let it steam bake. Wait a while, when you run out of smoke going up from the pan, it's done."

I'm not sure Ricky explains it. It's too fractured. Important information is missing.

"What kind of cloth do you use? Do you have time to steam it?

"If you ask me that, I'm not sure. The cloth is worn out clothes, and the rest is what I do with my senses..."

Ricky, saying so, showed confusion.

Do I have to try it myself? Sounds like a cloth could really do anything. When it comes to the worn out clothes I have now, it's the uniform I wore in Japan. He wore it all the time during training, so he looks crippled when he sees it.

I tried to burn it when there was no firewood, and I left it in my magic bag. I'm planning on burning it anyway, so I guess I should use my uniform.

"Okay. Thanks. I'll try it out."

That's what I said. When I left Ricky, I sat in the chair in the corner of the dining table and took out my uniform.

The more I look at it, the lamer it is. The blazer is about to break a thousand sleeves and is torn everywhere. My pants are torn and full of holes. Even my jeans are taking so much damage that I can't do too much. Clothes that are likely to come with a high price if they are in clean condition, but if this happens, it won't even be a rag.

Let's burn it clean. No, wait a minute... Wouldn't it be awkward to have chemical fiber in it if you were to steam it?

Check the laundry indication on the uniform. It's the first Japanese I've seen in a while. I miss it.

That's fine, the material was 50% polyester. The other 50% is wool. Subtle as to whether they can both be used for carbide cloth...... No, you probably can't. Uniform dismissed. You should try it around cotton without difficulty.

Speaking of the cotton I have now, it's the cloth I got at the royal castle, but I can still wear this. I can feel it burning clothes I can wear. Let's wait until it's worn out more.

As I was sinking my worn out uniform into the depths of my magic bag, Luna approached me with a strange face.

"Mr. Coe, what are you doing? Dinner's ready, isn't it?

Looks like he was ready before he even helped again. You're behind on carbide cloth. We're on hold until we find the borough cloth. Enjoy camping now.