Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"So where are we going next?

Something hung up chanter asked.

"Ah, it's the weapons store right there. No, was it?

You're talking about Saline, so go in and clean up now, and the store will be closed. Was he more of a woodworker than he was at work?

It arrives immediately because it is the same weapon store street. After all, the store was closed.

"Is this another outsider's shop?

"No, it was just a celebrity shop"

"That's right..."

Is that it? There's some soggy air going on, but it's not like that. It just became a way of expressing myself whether to relocate to our village or not...

Something sucks and it's hard to get in, but I had to ask about the moving situation, so I got rid of the moist air and knocked on the closed door.

but I'm not responding. Are you going out?

"... are you there..."

Well, it's only been a few days since then. You must be busy a lot.

"Does anybody live here?

"Ugh, yeah. Ma Na."

Even some brother-in-law speaks of the privacy of others. If you want to talk, get your permission.

"Shh. Go home."

"Is it good? I'm here because of you."

I can't help all this. If it wasn't for what I promised, I wouldn't even be in touch.

I decided to go back to the village just to flatter my shoulders.

Something on the road, I don't feel soggy, but what's the story in you guys?

I'm worried about being awesome, but the air-readable child endures. If you change the air, it feels dangerous.

"I've got a little time, I'll have some tea."

"Earlier store?

"No, it's a tavern. By the way, can you drink Kyna?

"Yeah. I normally like it, and I drink it every night."

Unsurprisingly, adult Kaina. I'm eleven. Your body and mind are children.

"What about Mr. Charter and the swordsman?

Well, for once.

"Ah, oh. I like it, and I can drink it."

"I like something more than just the crowd."

"Right. That's superimposed.... erm, by the way, what about Pritsu?

I asked my self-proclaimed maiden, who was forming in front of me with some glitter in her eyes.

"Well, to the extent I'm fond of it."

Where's the girl? Damn, there's a fairy!

Well, the penetration was also Mendoxe, so I went silently to Grandpa's liquor store.

"Grandpa, are you doing this?

It's a liquor store with no keys, so I went inside on my own and spoke to my grandfather, who was drinking at the counter.

"Whoa, it's you. I'm doing it. Come in."

Don't hesitate to disturb me because I say so.

"That's a lot of people today. Besides, he's got a face like yours. Well, sit properly. Dinner or booze?

"It's booze, but I'm bringing it in. Is that okay?"

"I don't mind. Another distiller?

Apparently he liked it and his eyes were glowing.

"No, it's not. It's booze. I'm sorry, can you cook some of Grandpa's hometown dishes? It's like a knob. And if you can, you can hang out with me."

"... oh. Okay, I get it."

Something made me look weird to my grandfather, but am I saying something weird?

Well, I got to the right seat to see if anything was okay.

By the way, the table seats are me and Mr. Charter. Kaina and the swordsman are in the counter.

Pritsam? Yeah, I'm on the table. Well, if I'm right, on the super fancy leather couch that Kaina gave me.

"Kaina. Will Wally serve us sake? Whatever."

I don't know the difference between sake and sake. I'll take care of it.

"Then I'd recommend the tree king, the cherry blossoms and the eight views of Kijo."

I don't know. I can't say that, so I thanked you very much.

And silence came.

I don't hate silence because I haven't had a chatty personality in my past life or in this life, but the heavy silence of the air is no thanksgiving. Really, what is it!?

"... Lord Bei. Are you sure?"

Not that I can't enjoy silence, but the swordsman who was glittering with the knife just now has spoken to me.

"Yeah, what?

"Shall I name this sword?

What's your name on the sword? And I asked Kaina with my eyes.

"Uh, I guess there is. I don't know..."

"You don't have to know your name to get it out?

"Ugh, yeah. Well, is Easy Mode around there?

Kaina tilting her neck for some reason. Your way of life is in Easy Mode.

"It would be nice if the swordsman named it because it now belongs to the swordsman. Whatever you want."

Give me a cool name for a golden night fork.

"Then Lord Bei will name me. Thanks to the grace of Lord Bae."

It's not like I subordinated a swordsman, so there won't be any favors. I let you out, Kaina. Tell Kaina, that's not true.

"Well, you name it. It's cool."

"Well, dragon knife, Murakami. Maybe even dragons can destroy it. And Murakami somehow."

Don't tell me that you made the village positive because you are a villager. And, Mr. Kaina. Don't look at me like that. Didn't you tell me to name it?

"… Murakami. With a knife to destroy the dragon..."

You seem to like something, and you're up to it.

Silence came again, but my grandfather brought knobs when I watched the swordsman react.

I took out a cup of tea for a number of people from the storage bag and poured sake on each of them. Sometimes I poured it on myself, wondering if I would just go out with the shape.

When I held up the tea bowl, everyone responded.

"Thank you for this encounter. Cheers."

We hit each other with a tea bowl and put only the shape on his mouth.

But what is it, the air like this whole night? What the hell is going on?