Seirei Gensouki ~Konna Sekai de Deaeta Kimi ni~

Holy Calendar 991.

Kingdom of Beltram on the Euphorian continent.

In the corner of the slum in its king's capital, the boy jumped up, pushed by remorse to tighten his chest.

"Ha, ha..."

The boy grips his chest so hard that his eyes distract him from the pain of not being able to escape.

That's where I realize my whole body is soaking wet with sweat.

My whole body is hot.

It feels like your body is burning from within.

But strangely, little by little, the feeling turns into something pompous.

(I don't know...)

I don't know, but I could understand the discomfort disappearing a little bit.

I could afford it, so, uh, I look around.

Then you can see a crude wooden house lined up in a dimly dirty alley.

The smell that could irritate my nose, frowning at the unpleasant smell, but thanks to its stench, my head has awakened a little.

But I don't remember when I was asleep.

Dosari, and fall asleep on the ground.

I thought my clothes would get dirty but I feel like I want to lie down a little more.

Looking up while lying on his back, a clear blue sky appeared in his sight.

(You slept on the street drunk?

I thought about that with a vague thinking force that I hadn't awakened yet, but I didn't remember drinking.

The surrounding buildings, unlike Japanese wooden houses, are unfamiliar.

The boy remembered the indescribable discomfort.

Besides, I'm not feeling very well. My physical savings hurt because I slept on the street and cut it cold.

(Huh!?

Trying to get up again, the biggest anomaly I've noticed, screams in the boy's brain.

Yes, the hands and feet that came into the boy's sight belonged to a young child.

I should have been a college student myself.

No, I should have been an orphan myself.

(What do you mean?

The boy is confused by overlapping memories.

The boy in doubt stared slowly at his hands and feet.

That's not beautiful skin like a child living in a satiety Japan.

While malnourished and too thin, it is dry and rough, and thinly dirty with dirt.

Assuming my memory as a boy, I don't remember taking a bath.

(Seriously...)

I accidentally caught on to my uncleanness.

All I'm wearing is hemp worn clothes.

Of course I don't wear shoes that are superior.

Should I be thankful that I still have something to wear?

I don't know what noticeable nose stand out, but I found the stretched hair to be thin dirty but black.

On my bone-like hands and feet, I had myself overlooking this situation with cold thoughts, apart from my confused head, looking at the worn clothes that surrounded me.

The boy's name was Rio, and he was a Tenkawa Spring Man.

I remember seven years of living in this world, and twenty years of living as a Japanese.

Sit on the ground and work your head to confirm an emergency that has happened to you, even as you feel the glare of standing due to hunger.

I can generally recall my memory as a Spring Man in Tenkawa until just before I die.

I could normally remember how my memory as Rio had also lived before.

I didn't know why I lost consciousness on the street this way, but for now, I'll leave you alone on that point.

The illumination of my memory as a Tenkawa Chunman and my memory as a Rio led me to conclude that where I am now is not Earth.

There is no busy upbringing in Rio, an orphan, but I know the name of my own country.

Judging by the general circumstances of cultural standards, the language spoken to it, etc., it was concluded that this is not a country on Earth.

Perhaps I was reborn.

(Hard to believe... No, is there still a possibility of a dream?

But the dream seems unlikely, Rio thinks.

My consciousness is too clear for my dreams.

My head is calm, and I don't even feel like it took me a little while to think.

Above all, the pain of the body's verses, as if it had caught even a cold, insisted forcefully that this was the reality.

A world where there are nations that I have never heard of, a world where privileged classes such as kings and nobles exist, a world where there are countless orphans and vagrants and slaves in cities, a world where there is no single product of science, such as appliances, and a world where demons exist.

It's a dream, but, and there was no way this was Earth.

The place where Rio is now is Slam Street in the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Bertram.

It is no exaggeration to say that the status quo is the lowest, and my life will not last long as it is.

Being able to live to this point is fortunate in itself.

With the exception of orphans who live in the luckiest orphanages, orphans who live in slums will inevitably be malnourished only if they fish leftovers, steal, if they are lucky, put them on day labor for as much money as tears of sparrows to buy even cheap and hard bread with that money, and the means of obtaining food.

Rio has lived that way to this day without much leakage.

To be clear, it's not strange when you die.

I want to have a decent meal for now, but I wonder what's wrong.

Weak orphans would inevitably form a group, but Rio, whose dark hair colours are rare, seemed to have been kept out of the company of any group of orphans.

It is therefore difficult to work with other orphans to deal with things, and we must do something about this state on our own.

(I just want to get some kind of job if possible...)

There is no way that people can be found so easily to hire orphans in this tough society.

If that's easy enough, there shouldn't be any orphans or anything like that.

Even if found, they are likely to be put to work at fairly low wages.

Then I will remember what I can do and my stunts that are likely to help me in this world.

When it comes to stunts, the majority are cultivated in previous life.

First, being able to calculate would be a huge advantage. Luckily a decimal law has also been adopted in this country.

Is there anything else that might be useful about ancient martial arts, cooking, and other knowledge of everyday life I've developed in my previous life?

Explore in your head ways to utilize those skills.

However, I have to say that in the present situation, which has no social identity or connections, it is even very tough to take advantage of them.

or so, nothing solves the problem when you're here.

If you don't move yourself, nothing will start.

Whipping her hungry body, Rio decided to try walking around the city.

Then Rio noticed another change that appeared after his memory had awakened.

What Rio has noticed is that each of the people walking in the city emits a very small amount of light from their body.

At first I thought it was an illusion, but when I looked at it, I didn't either.

The amount of light overflowing seems to vary from person to person, but for the most part it is really very small.

I should have been able to gauge a fairly accurate average since my memory awakened, because I was so different from hundreds and thousands of people.

Secondly, when I looked at my own body, I realized that at some point the same light was overflowing.

The amount is considerably higher than others.

No, it's more excessive enough to drool.

No other human being sees an inexhaustible overflow of light from within his body.

Light light is overflowing from Rio's body so that boiling water becomes steam and blends into the air.

Moreover, the amount of light is increasing slightly.

At the same time, I felt my senses gradually sharpen via light.

It's like the five senses are spreading to the atmosphere.

The world you touch via light knows better than to see with your eyes, to take it in your hands.

A feeling of infinite spread, where something was invisible to the eye.

(I don't think it tastes good to get any more...)

I also wanted to leave myself to the feeling of spreading, but I began to wonder if more people around me would notice anything unusual.

I'm not the only one who can see this light.

It would be dangerous to exclude that possibility from the outset.

Because the amount of light overflowing from Rio today is obviously unusual.

Anyway, I had to get to a place where there were few people, and when I hurried to the unpopular alley, Rio sat down to the ground.

There was still an increase in the amount of light overflowing, but there seems to be no change in physical condition.

There is no need to rush.

That's what I think and calm my mind.

Rio meditated and once decided to reset his mind to a state of nothingness.

I don't know what's going to happen in the world because ancient martial arts trained by my grandfather can help at times like this.

The hustle and bustle of people who heard from the street at some point after how much time had passed was also in consciousness and out of bounds.

When he realized his mind had settled down, Rio felt something like a powerful energy overflowing from himself.

It filled my body more densely than the blood around my whole body.

Its identity is pale light, magic.

Magic is overflowing from invisible little holes in the eyes present on the surface of the body.

When Rio understood it by instinct, he imagined controlling magic.

Wonder, I didn't feel like I couldn't do that.

(I can...)

So convinced, slowly, but less of the amount of magic that was dripping from Rio's body.

I felt the procedure was similar to killing signs somewhere.

Not entirely equals, but I noticed something in common.

When he realizes that, Rio turns his magic control into a thing at once.

Right now, Rio's body is not overflowing with any magic.

I can't explain it in words because it's sensory, but somehow I figured it out.

Rio smiles thinly.

But the question arose as to what the hell this light was.

So far I can see a change that my senses have sharpened.

And more or less humans are all releasing magic from their bodies.

Wouldn't it be strange if there was some way to use it?

I wonder what the quantity, quality, means and conditions are.

In order to allay the doubts that came to my mind, I also tried to spin magic all over my body for now.

Various verifications have shown that magic can move slowly but as imagined, and can also gather magic in certain areas.

But I don't know what it will be where it was done.

There is too little information.

When he made sure there were no signs of people around him, Rio decided to try releasing more magic from his body.

The flash flashed, wondering if the energy of the body could make the body act.

Yes, for example, you think it strengthens physical abilities?

I vaguely imagined strengthening my physical abilities, and there was a change in Rio's body.

(... light body)

It was as if strength were rising from within the body.

When I tried and jumped to try, I was able to jump the height of a professional basketball-like despite being a child's flesh.

It was the image that inspired the strengthening of physical abilities.

Then I decided not to be vague this time, but to clearly imagine strengthening my physical abilities.

Remove the brain limiter and wrap up magic with the image of acquiring more physical abilities than you can possibly do.

And the idea was right.

When Rio imagined it, his physical abilities were enhanced just like that.

I try to move my body gently to see how it works.

Then I was able to make moves that I would not normally think of.

(Oh, that's the first thing I would do if I continued to strengthen it any more...)

However, when more than a certain amount of magic is poured into it to strengthen it, the flesh has been screaming.

No more damage is likely to occur to the muscles and bones.

I guess the flesh can't keep up with the enhanced physical abilities.

Then, if we strengthen each flesh, we do an image to enhance the strength of the flesh, such as muscle fibers and bones.

Then, suddenly, the load of the flesh was reduced.

This also seems to be the correct answer.

Rio is satisfied with the results of the experiment for now.

But my belly doesn't swell where my physical abilities and flesh could be strengthened.

My stomach screamed loudly.

It turns out to be interesting, but it is not a good idea to continue to train like this in the current situation where food security is unavoidable.

Looking up at the sky, the day had already begun to tilt.

It will be time to start getting dark.

If we get food by decent means, we won't talk about it without money.

Worst of all, I just had to be prepared to eat nothing today, but I just wanted to keep some eye on it.

Rio walked out of the alley to find tips on getting gold, even for his own future life.

Walking through the market fluttered, and, uh, a large building caught my eye.

Rio knew the building was an Adventurer's Guild, although he could not read the letters written on the building.

Becoming an adventurer is one means.

But I can't be an adventurer at Rio's age right now.

Adventurer Alliance rules set the working age at twelve.

I used to pinch other orphans talking about adventurers in my ears, and I knew about the age limit for adventurers.

Being able to work from the age of twelve also seems pretty black from the Japanese working environment, but there are more jobs in this world that have no age limit in the first place.

Because in this world, where simple manual labor is predominant, even a child's labor force can be a fine force.

However, in the case of adventurers, there is an age limit because there are many jobs with content that cannot be accomplished by the workforce called children.

But Rio thinks.

Speaking of the adventurer's work, vaguely, there was an image in Rio of selling materials obtained in adventure.

Then I wonder if I can pick up something that will be gold and sell it myself?

If it's just for sale, it's okay that they're not adventurers' guilds.

Traders are also merchants.

So Rio decided to look into what the merchant was likely to buy away.

Think about it and move on to immediate action.

Rio followed the map of Wangdu in his head to the market.

"Hey, kid, what the fuck are you looking at? Get lost!"

However, as Rio looked at the store's merchandise in the market, the clerk who noticed what he was aiming for had been careful to yell at Rio.

The treatment of orphans within the market is not good enough to tell them to be careful if they see an orphan on the market and not work stealing.

Some of the orphans have money, so they won't be knocked out of the market without asking, but the clerks were careful about the orphan's trends so that the goods wouldn't be stolen.

Orphans and other orphans who observe products arranged in the store as giddy would be the first to be suspicious.

I can't even observe the products lined up in the store with grandeur because of it.

I wasn't likely to find the means to earn a living after tomorrow as I am.

Then you have to get your hands on leftovers.

I thought I had to do that as Rio, but I had a great deal of resistance to it as a Spring Man in Tenkawa.

So Rio decided to make use of the techniques he had developed from the training of ancient martial arts in his previous life.

They killed the signs to blend into their surroundings.

Because Rio's presence diminished all at once, or rather the clerk paying attention to orphans, became less conscious of Rio.

(Ok......)

With the signs killed, I will look over (fumble) the products lined up in the store.

Walk slowly thinking about what sells and where you're going to get it and all that.

With this skill, you can also run short circuit to steal.

But I felt discouraged from doing it.

The morality of the Haruhei Tenkawa as Japanese people is abhorrent to it.

In doing so, as I walked around, I found that there were various products in the store.

Among them are plants such as herbs and vegetables, which Rio saw in his eyes.

I asked the clerk at the store where those items were lined up as politely as I could about the items, and the clerk told me to ask him to be a little persistent, although he was wary of Rio.

Many are successfully cultivated on farmland around the city, but some of them seem to grow only in natural environments.

Since such objects are located on land far from urban areas, it seems common to hire adventurers to collect them in groups.

Adventurers, etc. seem to be buying away what they collect with pocket money, but they sent me advice along with a sympathetic gaze that even if a child went alone, he would just die.

To the clerk's advice, Rio thanked him with a loving laugh.

There's a risk to my life, but I can't replace my belly on my back.

I have the technique of strengthening my physical abilities and flesh.

In my previous life, I was also taught ancient martial arts, so I think I can stand around in battle.

Then you won't have a hand to not go.

But the sun is already setting.

I had to refrain from putting food in my stomach by the end of the day anymore.

He will not go fishing for leftovers as usual, and Rio decides to return to Slam Street.

With the intention of distracting hunger, I will reflect on the shocking and fresh events that have taken place in one day today.

The biggest event is the awakening of memories from previous life.

Since I woke up to my memory, my consciousness as a Spring Man in Tenkawa has always dominated me, but my memory and consciousness as Rio also remain, and the two consciousnesses seem to merge to form one self.

The fact that they are both on the table but mixed together without contradiction?

So the Tenkawa Spring Man is naturally able to accept that he has lived as Rio.

And Rio, who has lived as an orphan, accepts that he is a Tenkawa Chun.

As a Spring Tenkawa, I lived in my previous life with the sense of purpose of searching for childhood tampering.

Its aims, regardless of whether it is feasible in the present situation, have been brought together so far.

But now I have to live now as Rio.

Rio had goals to do in this world.

Rio didn't live in Slam Street from the start of anything.

Rio's father was an adventurer and Rio's mother was an adventurer.

They were from an exotic country, traveling the world and combining.

Rio's mother temporarily retires the adventurer when she conceives Rio.

Naturally, the money will depend on Rio's father.

Rio's father, who had ever made a request in combination with his mother, was to serve on a mission he had organized with other adventurers.

And he died lightly.

Rio's mother raised Rio not even in honor of her husband's death.

If the two of us cut down on the money we earned from being adventurers, we could still live even if we managed to raise them.

But it didn't last until Rio was five.

Rio's mother was an exotic beauty.

And there was a kid named Rio, but he was young enough to be sent a downward glance by the man around him.

Rio's mother will take Rio hostage and be humiliated and killed by a man she knew as an adventurer.

Rio was kind. I also witnessed my mother being raped at home.

Rio remembers that time, including the person's name and characteristics.

Rio has lived sipping leftovers without giving up, because he vowed one day to take that revenge.

Yes, Rio sipped (soot) leftovers, but the reason he lived was revenge.

That vengeance still wants to burn quietly in Rio.

But on the other hand, the Spring Man of Tenkawa had a negative image of revenge.

And it came to pass at the time when my mother was offended in my head, and Rio looked abominably at me.

Rio shook his face hard to the left and right to speed up his walk.