Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

My name is Masaka Tanaka, and I'm 41 years old.

That's a plain name, isn't it?

I think so too.

I was born into three men in a country temple, but I didn't lead a particularly unusual life.

If I insist, is that enough to go to Buddhist high school?

In Judo... I was forced to come in half the time. It's a good memory in retrospect, but I didn't like it at the time. Really.

When I was 23 years old, I married my wife Yumiko (Yumiko) and got a job at a local food processing company run by Yumiko's parents.

It was a fully clan-run company, so I was pretty heavily treated as section chief, too, huh?

That said, my job was warehouse management, and my men were just local part obachans and stuff.

The child is 18 years old for his eldest son, Masuta, and 16 years old for his second son.

They're both good, unlike me, and they go to high school at the local level.

My proud sons.

Me? I'm a third-rate private college graduate...... that's all right, that's not true.

Well, I was happy.

My wife laid it on her ass because of work, but I did 30,000 pennies a month and I could smoke and drink.

I have a loan, but I built a house, and two cars.

This wasn't a bad money in the province.

I have my life insurance, and I have my scholarship insurance.

I don't think I've ever been so worried about the future of my children.

I just wanted to see it until I was an adult, but I guess I had no choice.

Actually, I'm dying.

She had stomach cancer... When she found it, she had a terrible metastasis, and she had four to five months to live... well, she had no choice.

If you are happy that you have lost weight or something, this is the case.

Well, then I lived six months, and it made it easier for me to take the pain.

I think it's really great that it doesn't hurt, seriously.

I think I was happy.

... because there are people crying so much for me or something...

... I was happy, I was happy...

I really don't want to die.

More, I wanted to live.

I don't want to die.

………………

I'm falling now.

No, I don't know, but I feel like I'm falling.

After I die, I get out of my body to stain... and when I realize it, I'm right.

... There was definitely a hell of a painting I saw at my parents' house that said hell that keeps falling even... the worst innocent hell (mumbling) or Nantka in the eight great hells...

Come on, the river of Mitsuji and the demon are busted to hell... Was I that guilty?

Well, I lied, and I killed, ate carnivores, drunk women... is that it? Not too bad, huh?

Still, it's deep. I'm not sure if it's falling or what it is.

Hell for nothing...... I guess they would have fallen for thousands of years and eaten me for being a dragon or a ghost...... I'm already dead but I hate to be eaten.

I don't like it.

... Oops, I see something.

………………

... Ouch!

I woke up with a sharp pain in my shoulder.

"……… What is this place?

I feel uncomfortable with the sound I hear out of my mouth.

Is something wrong with you?

I felt instinctive danger and looked around.

I was supposed to be in the hospital room. I was standing outdoors for some reason... for some reason there was an angry giant standing in front of me.

I don't know what you're so angry about, but you're so angry.

Big guy, big guy anyway.

My height is 172cm but without jokes it is about twice my size.

And the face sucks.

The all-back black hair, black eyes, and moustache (beard) are dandy... but the scars that I've never seen are bimuscular (fuzzy) on my face, obviously not the face of courage.

These giants look beautiful in front of you, don't they?

Besides, if you look closely, I have a wooden knife... you're dead, me.

What a punitive game...... oh, this is hell.

"XXXX! xxxxxxxxxx!

Yabeye, I'm saying something, but I have no idea.

"xxxxxxxx!

And the giant punches me in the head with a wooden knife... naturally, I got beat up for nothing.

... Is this what the pain was earlier...... were you getting beat up...... Ha ha, that's hell.

I just woke up and let go of my consciousness.

………………

Also, wake up.

Bed? on... kind of dirty. And smell.

I woke up and checked my surroundings.

Zukin

Moving your body hurts where the giant hit you...... head and shoulder.

It is a boneless room made of dim stone that endures the pain and looks around.

It's a room that could be mistaken for a room without a small window.

I heard a child singing from outside the window.

Somewhere out of tune singing is mixed with some fun laughter.

… of the window, from the outside?

As he glimpsed the window, which was strangely high with his fluttering legs, a foreigner, a girl and a boy stuck their feet in Tarai.

Would it be water play...... no, I'm stepping on something...... apparently laundry.

Laundry on foot?... This window doesn't even have glass in it... how weird is that?

I twist my neck.

If you look closely, there are no lights and thoughts in the dim stone room.

Unglazed windows in unclean beds, unlined ceilings… are foreigners outside the windows at the end of the quote.

When I was thinking it was just unnatural, the kids outside the window noticed this way and rushed away.

... what? I wonder what...

As I thought about it for a while, the door inadvertently opened that looked heavy.

It was a foreign woman who came in.

A woman around the age of 30 with a fuzzy atmosphere, bright brown hair with green eyes... has a face that falls into the category of beauty (Hanchoo) sufficiently.

Besides, she's a giant too.

My back is only around her chest.

× × × × × × × × ×

I still don't understand her language either.

It's not even English, and it's extremely inconvenient not to be able to communicate at all, plus I'm chot scared when I can talk to a foreigner I don't know.

The woman frowned in surprise when she saw my reaction.

Then came the brunette giant, who wasn't very bold earlier, and he talked about something... but it still doesn't make sense.

"Excuse me, does anyone understand Japanese? My name is Masahiro Tanaka.

A strangely tall voice came out of my mouth.

In my words the two giants stared at each other with a look of surprise.

"Do you know Japanese?

I'm not even good at it. I ask him if he understands Japanese in English, but he doesn't seem to be able to... I thought he could handle it in English.

"Niehao, Bonjou, Chao, Gutenmorgen"

Pronounce the appropriately conceivable foreign language from one end, but it doesn't seem to... Well, I can't say anything if it's returned in French or Italian, but somehow.

It's mentally tight not to know anything.

"xxxxxxxxxx! xxx!

A woman cried out.

A man giant calls out to comfort a woman, but it seemed counterproductive, and the woman blamed the man hysterically.

Zamar Miró.

Good, do more.

I watched a man's giant become a tadzi, but it's compelling to call it a foreigner's fight, minus the giant.

But they both look strange or qualitatively shaped... is this a de country in Eastern Europe or somewhere?

The man's giant even has a sword on his hip.

Seeing how uncomfortable I was, I finally realized that I might have gotten involved in something absurd.