Risou no Himo Seikatsu

"Ugh, cum!

Under the morning sun, which plunged through an open window, Hayagiro, taking off his pyjamas for the first time in eight days and dressed in a t-shirt and trousers, stretched out thoughtfully to relax the stiffness of his whole body.

The morning sun, which is still slightly reddish, and the sober breeze blowing in through the window caress Yoshijiro's body comfortably.

"Oh, health is the greatest asset, it's a moonlight word, but it's true."

Under the morning sun as it plugged in, Yoshijiro snapped his neck, groaning so with a sense of universe.

"Blessings of the Forest" and the last seven days I've been sick of them. The doctor gave me a fully healed ink yesterday. Sometimes it was too late to be examined, and last night I just enjoyed a full bath for the first time in seven days, taking care of myself and going to bed.

For this reason, the sense of return is stronger than it is at this time today.

"Speaking of which, today's temperature is... oh, it's only 25 degrees Celsius. You're coming down pretty good. That's why it's cool."

Yoshijiro, who glanced at the thermometer hanging on the wall, read the rising scale of red liquid and raised his voice a little surprised.

Even though it's still a cool time at dawn, 25 degrees Celsius is a lot easier to spend.

For this minute, you might want to spend the day without ice or a fan.

On days when temperatures exceed body temperature, I can't say four or five to the boulder, but if the maximum temperature stays at about the first half of 30°C, it also takes a little patience to cheer up the body in this country.

"Even fans and refrigerators don't know how long they'll last."

I don't want to think about it, but the lifespan of an appliance is shorter than that of a human being. More than no spare, in the future sooner or later, when we let go of the appliance, it should come.

Before that, even if the appliance was still in motion, if it stepped out of the rear palace, as in the previous feast, it would be a scorching Karpua kingdom, and if the outsiders came, as in the case of Princess Isabella's visit, there would be ample thought of cases where it would be necessary to hide the appliance.

While you can afford it, keeping your body accustomed to the climate of this country will never be wasted in the future.

"Uh, naturally, but it feels like your body's faded all at once. You want me to do some muscle treading and lifting?

Sure, I should've brought the soccer ball and air intake I bought in college. "

Yoshijiro touches his body with a pet from the top of his t-shirt and pants, muttering to himself so.

If you fall asleep for seven days, your body will pass dull and it's not strange if you're starting to fade.

If we keep going back to our original life as a cage, we'll be in danger. At this young age, I don't want to be a body that just wakes up or walks out of breath. Sanjiro felt the need for voluntary training.

"Is it okay to leave if it's about the courtyard where I installed the generator? I knew I needed to keep my body moving to a certain extent."

Yoshijiro leaks that way as he bounces the white and black soccer balls he searches out of the corner of the room on the carpet to see how that air is getting in.

Until now, he had enjoyed his life in a cage even though he thought his body was dull. However, the importance of maintaining strength once placed on the hospital bed was stained.

"Lifting is a little dangerous here on a boulder."

After a few liftings in the back of his left foot, Yoshijiro, who grabbed the ball in the air, looks indoors and interrupts the lifting.

This room, which Yoshijiro uses as a tea room, can be described as "ridiculously large" from the senses of ordinary Japanese people, but its wide interior stretches everywhere with power cords drawn from the courtyard and cords of various appliances drawn from it in octopus-foot form.

I should not lean as close to the edge as I can to avoid catching my feet, but due to the positioning position of the appliance and the length of the power cord, some places have cords stretched across the room.

In case you catch that cord with your legs, you can't even get eyes on it.

"I guess it would be best if you had some spare room available later. Anyway, you'll have extra room."

It was then that Sanjiro muttered so.

"Excuse me, Master Zenzilow. I've got what you want."

Konkon and following the sound of knocking on the entrance door, Yoshijiro reacts immediately to that word he has heard.

"Yes, open it now"

Yoshijiro, who replied so, leads to the door when he puts the soccer ball he had beside him on the couch.

It is inherently the role of the samurai to open the door, but from the phrase "I have brought you what you want," Sanjiro, who has guessed that the samurai's hand will probably be blocked, opens the door here for you.

Then, as Yoshijiro had expected, a young blonde lady, rare in the Karpua kingdom, stood with a large wooden dish in her hands, with her spine stretched out in a good posture.

"I asked the kitchen people to make it as you instructed"

What the samurai says is served in a wood dish is a banana sliced thinly and fried in oil. Season only with coarse salt sprinkled from the top.

The confectionery "banana chips" also exists in modern Japan, but this is more of a thing they made as a substitute for potato chips.

They fed me when I was on the hospital bed, and the mashed banana pancakes tasted close to potatoes, so I had the cooking banana cooked with potato chips to try.

"Which, I'll take one."

With that said, Yoshijiro took a piece of banana chips from the top of the plate offered by the samurai and threw them into his mouth. Make a crisp noise and shatter the warm banana chips again.

"Hmm..."

In Yoshijiro's mouth, the rustic taste of salt and quality oil spreads. Because the ingredients on which it is based are slightly different, it cannot be said to be potato chips themselves, but it tastes good as a substitute.

"How about it, Master Zenzilow?

"Yeah, delicious. I guess it's just a little thick. Can you tell them to cut it a little thinner the next time you make it?

"I'm awed, I'll tell you that"

"Yeah, please"

Sanjiro, who had received a wood plate from the hands of a samurai with a small bow of his head, was straight back to his room.

Yoshijiro lowers his hips on the couch when he places the wooden dish on a table with a short leg installed in front of the couch.

"Hmm, a little stiff, but don't replace enough potatoes, this is... It's not as sweet as a dessert banana."

The taste is more nostalgic than tasty.

Sanjiro has been transferring to this world for months. I know it's too early to miss Japan, but it's an indisputable fact that I remember Japanese food on my bed many times until yesterday.

Yoshijiro thought of himself as a person not too confined to food, and in fact I have never been dissatisfied with the diet of this world day in and day out. But when my body and mind were weak, I deplored the fact that the story was completely different in this case.

I'm not going to say too much luxury or my best, but it's not bad to reproduce Japanese cuisine here if it's as viable as it gets if you ask yourself or the chef in the back palace.

Since he became a member of society, he has barely spoken of snack sweets, but now he feels that these potato chips are "delicious," so it is difficult to ignore the idea of a taste-based destination.

"Fortunately, it looks like sugar is normally used in this country, and would you like to try all sorts of things from a confectionery relationship? Oh, but are the eggs very expensive in dairy anyway? When it comes to treats that don't use any milk or butter...... hmm. Did you bring a recipe like that?

80% of the livestock in the Kingdom of Karpua, close to the rainforest climate, are 'dragons' - reptiles. Naturally, reptiles don't milk. Eggs lay to lay, but they are quite different substitutes from bird eggs.

Besides, as we can see from the fact that there are countries on the planet that have hotter seasons than the Karpu kingdom, such as countries near the African equator and India, and yet have normal cattle and pigs, it is not that it is fundamentally impossible to raise mammals.

In the southern continent, it is probably more a question of the continent's ecosystem than a question of temperature that mammalian livestock is not common.

But as a reality, there are few cattle and goats in the Karpua kingdom, and dairy products are precious. Especially since there is no centrifuge, butter or raw cream is a luxury product with super power.

"Not to mention, you don't have a hand mixer, or an electric oven range. There's no such thing as making it in front of you."

Even though I have lived alone experience, what I see is a young man living alone. Cuisine, such as "curry," "stew," "hayashi rice," and then fried rice with vegetables, Yoshijiro's repertoire, and so on.

"And then, is it about fruit? If I had something close to an apple, I'd be able to make about an apple pie though. Apples are pretty northern fruit."

Yoshijiro, sitting on the couch and picking banana chips, shrugged as he turned on the TV in his spare time to start watching DVD.

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Aura and Yoshijiro, who had finished dinner and bathing that night, were spending their first time in a room in the rear palace without water for the couple in seven days.

"I mean, do you want to move your body to the point where it doesn't blunt?

"Yeah, I guess that's the place to put it simply. What do you say we turn a courtyard or a backyard room into my exercise room?

Sitting amicably next to each other on one couch, Aura and Yoshijiro exchange words at close proximity that seem to hold each other's shoulders.

The story relates to Making the Body for Health, which Yoshijiro had been thinking about alone all morning.

Originally the Lord of the Back Palace is Sanjiro, so I don't need anyone's permission to let me clean up the proper one room and do the lifting, or to dribble in the courtyard, but this shows the lack of consciousness that I am the 'Lord of the Back Palace' around asking Aura which way.

"I don't know about that football and what kind of exercise they are, but if you want to keep your body from blunting, aren't you willing to admire martial arts? There's no harm in wearing Ten Techniques."

Aura, saying so, puts a piece of banana chips in her mouth from a wooden dish on the table.

"Ten techniques?

"Mm-hmm. It's about ten kinds of martial arts that samurai should wear as samurai in the kingdom of Karpua. Ten kinds of walking, archery, dragon riding, wooden climbing, hydrology, camping, stone-throwing, swordsmanship, martial arts.

That said, very few are knights who are delivering everything. There are three things that are essential: walking, walking, bowing, if you want to be a cavalry, plus dragon riding, and if you wear one or two of the rest as a stunt, you'll have a good crush. "

"Heh..."

Sanjiro raises his voice like he was impressed. Is it like 'martial arts eighteen' where I used to say in Japan? I'm 20 years old and I don't even think I'll get it decent now, but I'm interested. But Yoshijiro asks back with a few thoughts.

"Sounds interesting, but in that case, who is going to learn the ten techniques?

"Hmm? I suppose that's going to be the selection of things from among the Kings who are good at mentoring?

In response to Aura answering as she picked the banana chips, Yoshijiro shook his neck clearly to the side with such expressions as "Oh, I knew it".

"Oh, you can't do that. The King's Army means the man, right? What this means is that I'm going out of the backyard to be taught, right? Then maybe I'll have a lot of trouble. Besides, even in the limited range of martial arts, there are many kinds of relationships called" master "."

Sachiro, who was in middle school, high school and the football club, replied so remembering the face of the club's advisor.

Even to the extent of advisors in high-altitude clubs, if you look at each other all over the city, your spine will grow reflexively. That would have a stronger influence on Yoshijiro if he became a martial arts teacher who taught to live and die.

Using the relationship of its' master 'as a thread, the human being who tries to hang some approach on Yoshijiro undoubtedly appears first.

Such a troublesome person is enough for Octavia alone, a master of witchcraft and upbringing.

In response to Sanjiro, Aura, swallowed of banana chips, answers without concealing her bitterness.

"Zenzilow, you don't have to be so considerate, do you? Even if you behave a little more freely, I carry it with me to an acceptable degree"

To his wife's reply, Yoshijiro scratched his face with Polypoli,

"No, of course I don't want to bother Aura, but this is one way or another at my convenience. Finally, I'm interested in martial arts, but I'm interested to the extent that I don't have to do it if I'm going to get more trouble doing it."

That's what I said back.

You understood that there was no falsehood in Yoshijiro's response, and Aura shook her head vertically, "Okay," she said.

"If that's the case, I can't force you. Oh, yeah. If you want to try martial arts without leaving the rear palace, you can watch your spare time and I'll do it for you."

"Aura?

To her enquiring husband, Aura threw a few banana chips into her mouth and nodded as she chewed.

"Oh. All I'm wearing is three basic techniques, and then dragon riding and swordsmanship."

"Heh, wow. Then I guess I'll ask if I have time."

"Um, I got it."

In response, Aura nodded satisfactorily, wrapping up a few banana chips from a wooden dish.

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For a while, only the sound of Paris and Aura eating banana chips continues to echo in one of the rear chambers.

Aura swallowed the banana chips in her mouth, and when she reached for the wood plate again, Yoshijiro, who blamed her for the boulder, raises his voice.

"Nah, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law"

"Hmm? What, son-in-law?

In a position where he grabbed the banana chips with his right hand, to his wife, who only points this way at his neck, Yoshijiro hesitates for a moment, then makes sure to shake it off and open his mouth.

"I'm glad you liked my hometown treat, but you should keep it around. I'm a little worried about my wife's shape."

Banana chips, which were full of large plates, are completely eaten up by Aura in the short hours of the night.

"Hmm? If you ask me, have you eaten a little too much"

Seeing Aura, who finally stopped reaching for the banana chips when she was told, Yoshijiro, rising off the couch, takes a cold wet towel out of the fridge and offers it to Aura.

"Look, now wipe the oil off your hands"

"Oh, sorry."

"I thought you left dinner behind. It's not good to get your stomach swollen with this junk stuff."

Aura, who was wiping her hands on the couch, shrugs her neck in a special victory for words close to scolding her very rare husband.

"Well, when they say that, I don't have a word to give back, but thanks for the muddy fish dishes this evening."

In the kingdom of Karpua, a great power, there is also a coastline, but a king capital with a royal palace is a completely inland city. For this reason, the fish that line the table as palace dishes are all river fish, almost without exception.

In general, river fish are more muddy than sea fish.

"Yeah, do you? Especially today's fish. I didn't think it smelled particularly muddy."

Yoshijiro says so and tilts his neck. Sanjiro, who had only eaten sea fish in Japan, is a little bad at river fish. If Aura, who can be a riverfish, can smell so muddy that she cares, wouldn't she realize it first? That's what I thought, Sanjiro, but taste and smell are things that change depending on your health.

I guess my sense of smell was dull because of the rising illness. Yoshijiro took the liberty of concluding so and had no further pursuit.

"In the first place, I shouldn't have really liked dark dishes with a lot of fried oils. For some reason today, I couldn't stop."

Carefully with the banana chips oil that was on your right hand, Aura wiped it with a towel makes such an excuse, but naturally Yoshijiro doesn't fit in.

"No, it's not convincing at all to say that I eat that much banana chips that were full of wood, and I don't actually like them very much,"

With a bitter smile, Aura lets her husband sit next to her grieved mouth, and yet overlapping excuses.

"Well, I don't think I'm convincing, but it's true. I don't like this kind of intensely oily flavor, either. I don't hate it, but it's not something I eat aggressively... it's supposed to be."

"Yes, yes, because I get it. Let's do the rest tomorrow."

Sanjiro, back on the couch, said so as to tomorrow and put a lid on a wood dish containing banana chips.

"Mmm..."

There are objections, but Aura, who understands the current situation is unfavourable, doesn't stick to the defense any further and tries to change the subject.

"Oh, with that said, I gave it to His Royal Highness Isabella to have me and her 'wedding ring' turned into a magic trick. Also, I asked His Royal Highness to identify the" Beads "and" Beads ", and I presented one" Beads "to His Royal Highness as a courtesy. I'm sorry, I didn't say no to the hospital bed."

Hayajiro, who was a rare, rather obvious change of subject for Aura, but has no more bad habits of making fun of his wife, honestly rides the story.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's... I originally only thought it was about insurance when the transfer failed. When it comes to handling the area, you said you'd leave it to Aura, right?

"Oh, sure. It's just that Beeballs have a slightly unexpectedly high price. Things around here will also need to be left untouched by the owner."

Having regained a little seriousness, Aura finally began to talk when she sat back on the couch.

"Hmm, 50 gold coins for one beeball."

The attitude of Sanjiro, who had finished listening, was the one that did not get the guidelines at this time.

"Only one gold coin, roughly a hundred silver coins? But I don't know the price of this world, so when they say fifty gold coins, they don't come a little pinned."

Nah, Yoshijiro is a different world man. Besides, since I came to this world, I haven't had a cage in the rear palace, and I haven't had any experience shopping or eating out. I did the job of typing tax revenues from each territory into my computer spreadsheet software, so I know about the basic currency, but honestly, I have no idea what it really feels like.

"With fifty gold coins, a lower nobleman can buy a home that's not critical and embarrassing. For the price of one treasure ball, this is a breakdown."

"One house? It's amazing on a boulder."

If you can give me a specific example, I can tell Yoshijiro a little bit about its awesomeness.

(Does one house mean it's close to 10 million yen if you fix it to Japanese yen? Ah, but in this world, is it possible that the value of a house or land is not as good as modern Japan)

For now, you just have to understand that there are values that far exceed your expectations. Sanjiro tells himself yes, and the detailed questions are summed up and dusted.

"I had some anticipation that if the world changed, things would change in value, but that's a little awesome"

"From the way you put it, those beads and stuff aren't as expensive in the world, are they?

To the intriguing Aura, Sanjiro answers in a tone that is nothing.

"Yeah, cheap stuff's a good place too. To be clear, a child's toy is about 30 yen, from 10 yen to 30 yen each. By the way, prices are not the same as in this world, so we won't be able to make a simple comparison, but I want you to think that a new house, however cheap, will cost you 10 million yen."

Aura quickly calculated in her head at the words of Yoshijiro and raised her roaring voice.

"If you calculate it at that value, don't calculate that you can buy two of those beads for a single piece of copper coin."

In fact, I can't say enough that one piece of copper coin equals 20 yen because of the different results of each calculation, such as when compared at the labor unit price of a worker, when compared at the price of rice or wheat, which is the staple food, and when compared at the amount of one meal in a common dining room, but it is a rough comparison.

A little over ten yen a grain of beeball over there, 50 gold coins here. In simple calculations, it's a million times more.

"Yeah, that's why I'm a little surprised by the boulders. Wouldn't you be a billionaire in no time if you lumped a beeball in this world? No, I can't. This kind of thing is about rare value. If we do something mass-produced, will we have a price collapse in no time?"

Yet Yoshijiro keeps telling me that it's not, uh, not Ko, but the words hadn't reached Aura's ear from the way in.

To words heard along the way, too shocking, Aura grabs the arm of her husband, who sits next to her, with her thoughts half-stopped.

"Aura?"

"... wait, shit, what did you just say? You said you'd make that 'beeball'?

"Oh, yeah, I said it"

Sunjiro, pushed by the power of his wife, who grabs his arm and looks at this one with a shitty glowing eye, answers so as he leans back on the couch.

"Isn't that a mineral? It's like sharpening things that are natural like crystals and onions..."

"Chi, no, Beeballs are glass. It's a mixture of sand and lime, and it's artificially made."

"Lime in the sand...... so you know how to make that?

If they say so far, then Sanjiro will know what Aura expects.

Sanjiro shook his neck sideways as he leaked his bitter smile.

"I can't. Glass manufacturing is a technology that has been around since BC, so it won't be impossible to reproduce it in this world, but it takes a lot of professional knowledge and skill. Amateurs like me see it. It's not something you can reproduce."

In response, Aura loses momentum.

"... well. Isn't there a story in the boulder that convenient?"

With Yoshijiro's right arm grabbed with both hands, Aura dripped over the sofa with a soaked sauce.

Sanjiro, who felt unnecessarily guilty about his daughter-in-law's heartfelt disappointment, reflexively utters words of comfort.

"Oh, but there must have been times in the DVD I had stockpiled where I was trying to make glass. Look at that anyway, you won't be able to reproduce it, but will you just look at it?

Aura's reaction to the words was dramatic again.

"See!"

Okay, I'll get it ready.

Yoshijiro rose off the couch to turn on the TV and DVD that he was installing across from the couch when he pulled his right arm out of his wife's hand, which he was gripping strongly.

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A few minutes later, Yoshijiro and Aura were side-by-side on the couch amicably, heading for the TV screen.

What's on TV is a certain TV show that Yoshijiro was doing on Sunday night when he got away. The idol group has chosen and played back the glass craft challenge in its show of building villages from scratch and challenging agricultural cropping.

Next to Aura, who stares at the screen to eat in with a serious face, Yoshijiro manipulates the remote control and interprets and explains the words of the narrator and characters of the show while repeatedly pausing.

What is it, the words of the machine do not work with the 'Spirit of the Word'? If Yoshijiro doesn't give him an interpreter, Aura doesn't understand any of the explanations he hears from across the screen.

"Uh, it takes over a thousand and three hundred degrees to get the glass done. So first, in order to create a furnace that can withstand its high temperatures, 'fire-resistant bricks' are put together to make glass."

"Well, I see. That" fire-resistant brick "and just doing it is well worth it. By the way, how much heat is a thousand and three hundred degrees?

"Sure, when I hit iron the last time, he said the melting temperature of cast iron was a thousand and two hundred degrees, so I guess it's another hundred degrees higher than the temperature of a solid iron melting with lots of mixed things"

"Oh my goodness. More than the temperature of dissolving iron? There are no furnaces in the South that can liquefy iron."

"Does that mean there's anything else besides the southern continent?

"Um, the North Continent is a developed country when it comes to iron making. Beyond, I hear there exists a technique of melting and casting iron"

"Well, there's a technology gap in this world, too."

It was Aura, who looked serious and could be seen on the screen, but as she listened to Yoshijiro's explanation, her face gradually became more rugged.

"Well, what did you just say?

"That's why I mixed cracked" refractory bricks "into powder and made" refractory bricks "because just rubbing normal clay doesn't make" refractory bricks "."

"... So how do you make a 'fire brick' when you can't get a cracked 'fire brick'?

"Come on?"

With Aura in a slightly worse mood, the DVD moves on.

"Well, what do you mean?

"No, that's why it takes a lot of heat to bake 'refractory bricks', so I made a special one to bake 'refractory bricks'."

"What, did you make it?

"In 'Fire Resistant Bricks' I've Got From The Extra Room"

"... So where do I burn fire bricks when I don't want to get 'fire bricks'?

"Come on?"

Even more grumpy beside his daughter-in-law, Yoshijiro continues his explanation a little freaked out.

In fact, that's how you get mad at me. This is just a recording of a TV entertainment program, not an authentic glass craft manufacturing manual, etc. I should have told you beforehand that just seeing this footage isn't easy enough to reproduce the move of glass making, but Aura didn't seem to get one now.

After all, was there too much anticipation that glass was a manufactureable object?

Well, I do know what Aura's trying to say.

In the explanation of how to make "refractory bricks", fill the mould with clay mixed with the crushed "refractory bricks" in the powder, and cook carefully with the "refractory bricks", etc., even Sanjiro would like to put in a bit of penetration.

It's like the "refractory brick" is written in the "refractory brick" section of how to make "refractory brick". On the boulder. This would be a little unreasonable.

"So the first 'refractory bricks' made were made without the use of 'refractory bricks'? Didn't you make that?

"None"

"Ugh..."

Sachiro pounds Aura's back, which makes her uncommonly grumpy, with the hands of those who don't have a remote control.

"Calm down, daughter-in-law"

"I can't, son-in-law"

"How are you?"

"Gaugau"

I guess Aura isn't really in a true to grumpy mood, either, around you dating Yoshijiro's light mouth.

"So, what do we do? If it doesn't help either, do you want me to interrupt around here?

Sanjiro, who checked the clock on the side, suggested so, but Aura shook her head sideways after a few thoughts.

"... no, because of this, let's see it to the end. There might be a breakthrough somewhere."

I don't think so.

Yoshijiro's whining was a very small voice, so it didn't even reach Aura's ear sitting next to him.

The clock points to a time when we're usually already in the bedroom so friendly.

As for Yoshijiro, who has been sleeping alone for the past seven days due to his relationship to the hospital bed, I've been looking forward to the time tonight for a long time, but apparently there is still some time between enjoyable times.

"Okay, go on, son-in-law"

"Roger, daughter-in-law."

Shinjiro, who leaked a bitter laugh at the blind spot so that Aura could not see him, continued to interpret and explain the show as he moved the hand he was turning on his beloved wife's back to her shoulder, holding her wife's body in a good way.