Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri (LN)

I woke up from a dream.

But I don't remember what I was dreaming about.

A very important content, the words of those who should not be forgotten.

Refreshing memories were lost, as if someone had cut them off.

"Did you sleep well last night, mountain man (Yamato)?

"... oh"

"The beginning of the day's vigor starts with breakfast. Come on, we'll have your mother's delicious meal! Gahhaha."

I woke up. I surround the breakfast table with my parents.

Bear-like physique father is the same big eater. A luxurious laugh echoes in the living room in the morning.

"Oh, Mountain Man (Yamato). You can eat carrots now, can't you?

"Mother, because that's a childhood story"

I experienced abdominal pain at an early age, and then there was a time when I didn't like carrots.

About twenty years ago now, I was in kindergarten eating my favorite carrot like a mountain. I want you to forgive me for still saying that.

"Oh, it's been so long. No matter how old my child is, I can't feel the child."

Even after all this time with my mother, I may be in the mood of my parents. It's embarrassing for me to be already a member of society.

(Like it or not... After experiencing food distress, food gratitude could be rediscovered...)

Eating is equal to living. The hard work of "everyone” suffering from hunger made me feel grateful for food.

("Food catastrophe" … well, what are you talking about…)

Ask yourself, thinking for yourself.

I wondered what I was remembering right now.

(In Japan? No, there is no such haz......)

In Japan in this age of satiety, there are rarely areas of food distress. Of course, I've never experienced serious food distress before.

(Food distress... famine... everyone...)

Even if I try to remember, another headache blocks (whispers) it.

I'm happier not remembering... as if I was sounding so alarmed.

But I don't mind digging up my memories.

(Village... Girls... Children...)

A few more words came up in my head. But the headache gets even worse and my consciousness is about to fly.

"Mountain Man (Yamato), are you okay?

"What's wrong, you're not feeling well?

My parents, surrounding the table, called out. I am worried about my son, who is suffering from sweat.

(Lee............ ga...... ton......)

But I don't mind continuing to dig up memories.

'Happier not to remember like this. You don't have to bother throwing yourself in a place of pain and danger'... such a devilish sweet whisper sounds the alarm over and over again.

"This is... what..."

While enduring severe pain, I unconsciously get my hands in my pockets. Like asking for some clue.

And in my pocket, there was something of a small grain. It is something I do not remember entering myself.

"This is nuts..."

What was in my pocket was brown nuts.

It is a variety I have never seen but resembles walnuts. Perhaps it is the fruit of eating, to observe from the touch.

"Mountain Man (Yamato)... what could that be?

"Hmm, of the South American species... no, not if you look closely..."

Parents calling themselves adventurers and familiar with plants around the world. Neither of them were strange nuts that they had never seen.

"This is... just..."

But I knew.

that this is a form of food. I remembered that it was a valuable source of nutrition in the surrounding villages.

"This flavour..."

I put the fruit I had in my mouth and eat it for nothing.

Seek clues to lost memories over and over again.

"Still not a belly addition... I think it looks like this..."

In no time, the nuts in my mouth will be gone. Even if you pour it into your stomach with the liquid, you won't get the fullness.

"Speaking of which, this was your first meal in the village..."

With the nutty aftertaste, the word came naturally.

And a fragment of my memory cut out of my brain slowly pours in.

"Food Distress... Suffering Minority Villages..."

The first impression of the place is poverty. A village on the border that was suffering due to the oppression of the former lord.

"Children... old men..."

There were only young children and old people in the village. The adults are taken away, and the village is in the abyss of doom.

But everyone was trying to live to the fullest.

"Hunting… farming…"

I taught them the skills to give back. with the knowledge of getting food to live.

"Street... Deal..."

After resolving the food distress, a deal was initiated to further stabilize life. Carry the village's specialties by carriage and go around a number of large cities.

"Knight... calling himself a Player... Acting Taishou..."

I met a lot of people in the big city.

It is a world of culture and ideas different from modern Japan. They followed their beliefs and lived upright.

"Battle... Spiritual Beast..."

That was a tough world for people to live in.

You need to fight with your weapon in your hand to protect yourself and your people. Even if that is the opponent of a mighty outhuman beast.

"Bunch of spiritual beasts... super empire... for peace..."

The continent was exposed (even) to a peril by one boy of mighty power.

I challenge the boy to regain his peaceful village life.

Yes... with my people.

"Leanhardt...... Sildria...... Bales...... Rack......"

My buddy's name overflows from the depths of my memory. Reliable people with faith and courage.

"Gaton...... Isis...... Loki...... Maria......"

Memories of those we meet everywhere overflow like geysers. My cut memories bring back one clear color and sound after another.

"Children... and... Mr. Riesha... or"

The last time I said that name, I remembered everything.

About the world I've been spending the last three years in. And I recall clearly that I was forcibly repatriated in the middle of nowhere.

"Well... that's what happened"

I remember everything. I check the status quo.

I was on my way to the Woods at that time, where I was ambushed by a racial administrator (All Master).

And under the "reverse summons" technique, he was forced to return to modern Japan.

"I was losing this memory... Mr. Riesha..."

I heard her last night before I dreamed. "Bring Yamato into the original world. Glad to have you back in peace, 'said the voice.

Leisha was probably responsible for my loss of memories of the other world.

She is used by the Race Administrator (All Master) to activate the "Reverse Summoning" technique. But he may have activated the art of oblivion for my peaceful life by squeezing the last of his powers.

It would also be her fault that the equipment she was wearing was back before the transfer.

(But first... that means last night's dream was...)

I had two dreams last night.

The first is the empire capital of the Hizan Empire, dreaming that Roki, the prince, was struggling alone.

And the second is the Holy Capital of the Holy Kingdom of Romanus, a dream in which the Virgin Mary was taking action risking her life.

(Was I also a reality that is actually happening...)

Maybe the deep consciousness between the other world and me is hard still connected.

Possible information that Reesha unconsciously showed me, which became the soul key (Mana Key).

(but the difference in time over a month...)

Strangely enough, in the course of the conversation in my dreams, it's been a month since I was forcibly repatriated. Even though it's only been half a day since I came back to Japan.

(Well, does time flow differently...)

Perhaps the course of time is completely different from that of the Earth and that other world.

Even if I'm still spending three years over there, it's only been a few days in Japan.

(Relativity...... no, we're not talking about that dimension...)

A simple comparison of time is too fluid to be calculated.

But only one thing is certain. That's a lot of time going on in the other world while I'm in Japan.

(That's... that's not good...)

Last seen footage of the Holy Capital, Grand Duchess Marnen said. 'A large number of spiritual beasts are summoned and a great invasion of Orn begins'.

From the Woods of Uld to Orn is a few days away by horse. But if not sooner, the city of Orn will fall before the great army of spiritual beasts.

(But how... if we go back to the world over there...)

Shortly before he was forcibly deported, the racial administrator (All Master) said.

"Goodbye, Yamato. By the way, it's impossible to come back on your own again '. I mean, I can't go back to the other world right now.

(And is it best for that world for me to go back...)

Originally I am a forcibly transferred otherworldly person.

Initially, to live in a strange world, I was just taken care of in a village in Wold.

Speaking of natural dishes, I am an alien species, a "peculiar species (error)" that should not be in that world. Maybe my presence evoked the race administrator (All Master).

"Hey Mountain Man (Yamato)...... it's ok"

"Hmm. Eat that nut earlier, it's crazy."

My parents call me again.

He's worried about his son, who eats strange nuts and then talks to himself about bumps.

"Mother... Oyaji..."

I turn my gaze to the parents who gave birth to me and raised me.

Life comes back to life like a running lantern. And a future life to give back to two old people.

"Mother, I'm sorry, but I'm coming"

"Go... where?

I'm ready, I open my mouth.

To that look, which is too serious, my mother also perceives something.

"I can't say where I'm going well. And maybe you won't be able to come home."

I haven't found the means to get to that other world for sure. Also means to come back to Japan.

"To the jerk and his mother, it might annoy him..."

The sudden disappearance of his son, a social worker. The servitude will surely turn to his parents.

"But I have not yet fulfilled my favor to the people of that world."

I was ready. Everyone in the village of Uld I took care of, and many people I met. Even abandoning all of Japan, he chose to reward them by giving back.

"Mountain Man (Yamato)... You..."

All of a sudden my son mentioned that there was no clapping... but his mother was guessing something.

that my son, who does not joke or lie, is telling the truth. I felt that a lifetime of parting had come.

"My son... No, Mountain Man (Yamato), take this"

"Oyaji... is this...?

My father, who was listening silently, takes something out of his chest.

It was a small stone. It is an important treasure that my father had for a long time without letting go of his skin.

"That's a stone passed down to my house from generation to generation. According to legend, that ancestor of the Warring States went to another world and came back."

"No way......"

Happily observe the treasure balls in the words of my father. There were engraved letters of a different world from the Earth.

And I recognize that letter. letters that were carved into ancient super-empire demonic props and were grossly similar to

"Was the world a good place... Mountain Man (Yamato)?

My father sees my reaction and sees everything. I come to visit quietly about the world my own son is headed to.

"I don't know. It was a primitive, hard world to live in..."

I answer with a bitter laugh.

Life in different worlds is never as easy as a story. There is constant strife on the continent, and sometimes there is trouble with tomorrow's food.

But it was a good place.

There was an indescribable fullness in that world.

Thoughts I didn't get from traveling through the secrets of Japan and foreign countries. It had become a world in me that seemed like home.

"You look good now...... Mountain Man (Yamato). Go be careful."

"Oh...... I'm coming"

I give up my secret stone from my father and give him my final farewell greeting.

A self-proclaimed adventurer of unknown vocation, my father, who has raised me to run free. A father who is always luxuriously laughing unplanned and the opposite of himself.

But thanks to that, I really had a lot of experiences.

"Mother, don't cry, let's celebrate our proud son's doorstep"

"Yeah... Yeah... Mountain Man (Yamato)... Just be careful with your body..."

"Oh... so is my mother"

Gently embrace the shoulder of the mother who is spilling tears.

Instead of my free-flowing father, my mother always taught me something important.

“A favor for one meal at a time", that was also an important word taught to this great mother.

"Well, I'll be there"

Finishing my last goodbye to my parents, I fly out of the house.

I'm wasting more time now than anything else. Throw away all your life in Japan and head to where you want.

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It was the spiritual hole in the back mountain of the main house that headed for it.

(The secret stone from my ancestors... demon knife... I mean that...)

I could see my way back into the world.

Three years before I moved to another world, I was meeting a single samurai. It is precisely the spirit of a samurai possessed by a demonic sword.

The spirit was talking about herself. He said one day he was battling the world of warring nations, surrounded by a dazzling light. And he said he was standing in a strange exotic country.

(One of the samurai descendants is me...)

Perhaps the secret stone was brought back by the samurai ancestors.

I don't know what the cause or effect is, but I was moving to the same different world as my ancestors. And he was also fighting an inhuman beast.

"Well... here it is"

I reached the end of the cave.

In the deepest part of the hall where the Shinto platform is located is a pedestal with the hands of men. Here three years ago, I was meeting the spirits of my samurai ancestors.

"I need your help... Nanbei's right guard..."

The samurai named Nanbei right guard. An ancestor with the same last name as me.

"No,“ Black Demon ”... I need your help"

I snap my ancestors aliases.

That's the name the race administrator (All Master) used to say. A young man with dark eyes and dark hair and a song knife wearing black armor.

It is the name of a warrior who defeated the super empire in order to open up those who became slaves.

"... this is a name I miss... my offspring Yamato..."

I hear voices from nowhere.

The voice of the same Nambu right guard as three years ago. It was from the secret stone of the left hand. Obviously an unscientific phenomenon, but I don't have time to get lost.

"Again, I want to go to that world. I want to help everyone... my dear companion."

I speak toward a space where no one else is. I never thought such an unscientific thing would bring me back to that world.

But at the same time, I felt it and knew it by instinct. This place became the key, and three years ago I transferred.

"The Awkward is already trying to form a Buddha... it's unlikely he'll make it to that world... my offspring"

"That's enough. If there's only one possibility, I'll bet on it later!

Bet on the odds it's like grabbing a cloud. Such an inefficient self has never been possible before.

Maybe I went to another world and I changed myself.

'Is that so? Then put that demon knife in your hand...'

A wave of sword appears in the universe with the words of the soldier's right guard. Much like the Japanese knife, the body also depicted ancient letters.

"It's a product that the Yamaguchi blacksmiths have reworked the Awkward Sword for me. With this armor... '

"The Mountain Hole tribe a thousand years ago..."

That was the knife my ancestors used when they defeated the super empire.

An animal that had power far beyond the Devil's Sword and was feared by the ancients as a demon knife. The Mountain Hole clan has been working with my ancestors for thousands of years.

"Grasp the demon knife and the secret stone, and remember strongly. about that world... and the faces of those to protect... '

That's the only possibility of returning to that world, the soldier's right guard (Hyeon) says.

The secret stone is one of the demonic props of a thousand years ago, with the power of reincarnation metastasis. The stronger that thought, the better the chances you'll be able to go back.

"Oh, okay"

Grasping the demon knife and the secret stone, I remember strongly. about a world far away.

(Guys...... and Mr. Riesha......)

And I think of the faces of those I have met in my breasts. Put your true feelings into honest words.

(Wait for me...)

The feeling of thinking of people spreads throughout your body. An indescribably warm thought came up in my chest.

(I will definitely go and help...)

And the next moment - I was surrounded by waves in a dazzling light.