Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Okay, bastards! I'll put sail!"

"Hey!"

Douglas's energetic voice resounds and the sailors rush up the shroud for the masted sail.

It's a good feeling to see a lot of sailors move fast.

"Even though it's just a rope, you can climb that fast."

"They're used to it. Don't do that much."

A nearby Douglas answered my exclamation. Despite proclaiming nothing, the expression is somewhat proud.

I'm okay to fall because of space magic and shields, but sailors won't. The more you climb, the farther you get from the ground and the more you can stir your fear.

A more unstable scaffolding rope. It will be shaken by the wind and other sailors running up.

Taking a walk in the air with a shield is due to the transfer that can be said to be absolute insurance. Without it, you would only climb a few meters above the sky.

Looking at the sailors climbing one after the other on the mast, the sailors quickly arrived at each sail.

Thirty meters from the sea is likely to be the main mast. The view of the sea from there will be pretty beautiful.

However, there is only a scaffold near the mast. It's scary, so let's go to the top watch stand.

There you have a solid footing, and if your body is big enough you can sit down.

"Are you ready?"

"Hey!"

Sailors who set up each yard will reply.

Speaking of seafarers, there was an image of a rough man like an adventurer, but it was surprisingly solid. The ship is a vehicle that can not be moved by itself, so it will not be able to work with a poor coordinator without coordination.

Just looking at the series of movements so far, you can see that the sailors here are solid.

Douglas took a deep breath as he looked at the crew and the ship.

"Sail!"

Douglas shouts and the sailors quickly untie the rope.

The sound of the cloth and the sail rubbing, the sound of the metal fittings sound, and the white sail spreads out with Slururisururi.

"I was imagining that it would spread more quickly."

"It's not a small boat. Don't say nothing."

As I turned my gaze, Douglas replied with his mouth closed.

I guess there is no way to imagine the sudden spread of sails, probably because a certain pirate manga is famous.

While we were watching the sails spread with a delicate look, we heard the sound of pleasant sails spreading from a small boat anchored nearby.

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I thought that if the ropes were unwound, the sails would spread out and I could leave immediately, but it was different.

It seemed that the sail did not spread on its own, even if the rope was unraveled.

Douglas took male rumba, irvine, and malt and pulled the rope, and the sails finally spread.

And now, in front of me, are the three people who have been used well as labor.

"Huh ... huh ... I can't do it anymore ... I don't have enough strength in my arms."

"I licked it because I thought it was a cloth. The sail is quite heavy."

"Are you tired so much? I enjoyed it like a tug of war?"

Irvine and Malt fall into, but Rumba was nervous.

Only the sail pulled by Perumba was spreading unusually fast. The proud sailors were also surprised.

"After all, a ship is a ship only if the sails are wide."

"The appearance of the white sails is like a swan."

Aleucia and Ilya, who declared we were weak because they were weak wizards, looked at them as if they were spreading.

I see Irvine groaning at such a woman.

"... Oh, look cool."

"It's okay because we're in the sea after we get out of the sea, don't we?"

The wind that blows Irvine's gaze everywhere. Aleucia is calm by shaking off his dark blue hair.

"Hey, Irvine. He said he was delicate about himself ..."

"Well, don't say that. I admitted I was modest on my chest.

Irvine, who perverts the meaning of delicately, speaks generously, but sinks after Aleucia kicks in.

"Okay, let's sail!"

As Irvine sinks, Douglas shouts.

The anchor, which had been lowered for anchorage, rose, and the ship slowly advanced as the ropes were released.

The large white sails that catch the wind firmly move forward and forward.

Douglas senses the direction and strength of the wind on the skin and gives instructions to the sailors.

It seems that the direction of the sail is adjusted according to the subtle wind direction and strength. The sailors pull the rope constantly and skip their voices.

Thanks to such crew's breathing movement, the ship is accelerating and moving forward.

You can hear the waves breaking through the waves, and the ship leaves the port.

Many people were waving here as if they were watching our departure at Port.

Pray for the safety of your trip and send it out even to strangers.

This is probably the kindness of the people who live in the port city of Espport. This is a natural sight for esports. What a warm city!

If you are sent out, you cannot help but not answer.

We will do our best to send thanks to those who are looking away. People are far away ... to the point.

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It's been a while since I left the esport and was shaken by the waves.

The white cityscape of Esport has long been invisible, and now it is all blue in view.

You can only see the calm sea and clear sky.

When I was trying to overlook such a beautiful sea view from the watchtower, I was caught by bored Irvine, Malt and Rumba.

"Hey Alfleet! Let's play on board alone!"

"Oh, that's good! It's fun to have so many ropes!"

"What's inside the ship?"

Hey hey, playing tag in a place with a lot of ropes like this might be interesting, like athletic. I don't have bad transfers or shields to guarantee security.

If you decide, let's run away.

I aim at the top with my foot on the shroud at a glance.

"Oh! I've suddenly abandoned the demon!"

Irvine points at me while shouting so.

Huh, sweet. The game has already begun.

While doing such a thing, malt and rumba were running.

"The first demon is Irvine!"

"The demon waits on the spot and counts for 10 seconds!"

"You guys aren't dirty!"

Such a thing is an early win. Playing with children is terribly cruel and unreasonable. The rules and common sense do not pass, and the rules are easily created and determined by the glue on the spot and the will of everyone.

When we pressed the demon against Irvine, we naturally climb the rope.

Mizun mast with the main mast in the middle and the malt behind. Rumba is climbing to the fore mast in front.

The way we climb the rope will be monkeys and gorillas no matter where you look.

How can we climb lightly like sailors?

The sailors are watching us with a warm gaze as we climb awkwardly.

Let's get some tips later.

“…… eight, nine, ten!

While climbing with this in mind, Irvine, which had been counting slowly, rushed out.

"I'll take care of you the most toro and take turns!"

Irvine first aimed at malt at Mizunmast.

It may be because he had the greatest climb. Malt wasn't even able to get to the yard he had done most.

Irvine climbs with a look like a hyena chasing prey.

"Come on! Come here! Climb and climb!

Is Irvine used to it? It climbs lightly, though not as hard as a sailor.

"Fuhahaha! Don't say that you can't get it?"

"Hi!"

It is only fear that a man with an old face approaches from below with a vile expression. It was good not me.

While the bastard and the bastard were chasing behind me, the rumba in front of me was not a rope but somehow hugging the mast and climbing dexterously.

Are you a gorilla?

You can hear a loud noise from behind while you are making such a rush.

"Yes touch! Malt, you're a demon!"

"Huh !? I don't want to touch it! I don't lie!"

"I touched it. This finger touched your shoelace."

"Lies! I'll lie as much as you like.

What is it? Dozens of such exchanges at elementary school. I feel like I did it hundreds of times.

"Yes, I understand.

"Now it's none!"

"That's not the rule. Malts that stop are bad."

: From my experience, the action that can take place after this is a fight from returning touches.

"I'm sorry Irvine, touch. You're a demon again."

"Hey, wait a minute! No touch return?"

"No such rule, Barka"

Malt tells Irvine, stunned, and jumps out of the yard.

If you jump down, you can't reach it. Touch cannot be returned.

So that's it. I think malt.

"Ah! Puppy! Poop! That next touches it and pushes it down to the sea!"

It's a demon.

I didn't like seeing Irvine groaning with regret, or something like that.

“…………”

"... Okay, next time I'm Alfleet!"

Irvine decides to do so and jumps out of the yard and comes under me.

"Hahaha! Wait!"

Irvine runs up the shroud with a ferocious smile.

Wow, fast! It's fast, but ... somewhat uncomfortable. It is climbing with a spider-like movement.

"Irvine's use of the body is awkward! Don't come here!"

I feel strange pressure as the spider is crawling from below. And Irvine's face itself is more afraid, probably because it's an old face.

"... that's like a spider"

"Sometimes you're uphill, but you're fast."

"You don't feel like it!

Irvine shouts in response to the voices of Rumba and Malt.

The word “quick” is a word that is easy to get hurt even if you understand it as a joke.

"Don't use the word" Kimo "lightly!"

Irvine was satisfied with saying that, and began to run straight up.

"It's strangely noisy a while ago. What's going on with them? How about climbing Irvine?

At that time, Aleucia, who had just arrived from the cabin, immediately stated that he was a kid.

It is a very emotional voice unique to women. It is a language that seems to be pleased if you have a special propensity.

"Did you say that it's different again?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong with saying something uncomfortable?"

"So I'm free to say that your breasts are small, right?"

"What is it !? It's a different story from this!"

… Is it different? Women are a mystery. Surely it will be different about another belly.

"Hmmm, let's leave that cute. This one gets tired."

"I can hear you! Remember later!"

Aleutian returned to the cabin, and Irvine sighed like he could.

You don't know what will happen later?

"Well, let's just touch Alfleet and replace the demon. I'm tired of chasing."

When he muttered, Irvine started acting again.

Hands and feet wriggle like different creatures.

If you can express that figure in a single word ...

"disgusting!"

"I can't forgive you!

Irvine, who was told by everyone who was watching, was finally sharp.

Irvine rushes up with an expression of anger. Because it's a bad thing!

"Hi!"

"it's useless!"

I'm scared of Irvine's feelings.

It's a rope that is tight. It will be difficult to climb if it shakes greatly.

It looks like a spider thread with a shroud, probably due to the spider moving Irvine.

This is his area. If I climb the shroud as it is, I will be surely killed.

With that conviction, I stopped running up the shroud and moved on to the yard.

"Fuhaha! I fled to the yard !? I can't jump off the height of my child Alfleet.

Irvine is not really mature.

Surely the yard that you have the most is quite high. It would be very dangerous for a seven-year-old child to jump off of this.

This guy, in anticipation of that, targeted me.

"If you don't want to be injured, don't be afraid. I'm hurt to say you're hurt.

Isn't that dangerous enough?

I don't really know what I can do when I get close to him. Do you use this as a shield to escape into the air ...?

As I was thinking about that on the yard, I realized that a rope was hanging in front of me.

When I traced the rope with my gaze, I knew it was a pulley that was firmly fixed to the mast.

Maybe this is a rope that can do something Tarzan.

"Hey, wait, I'll go over there now."

Irvine moved from the shroud to the yard.

I have no choice but to do it.

I moved to the hanging rope, grabbed the rope tightly and jumped off.

"Nannu !?"

My body caught on the rope floats in the air.

And when my weight hangs on the rope, the sound of the rope coming down with its weight is surreal.

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Raise Tarzan's shout and cut through the air with his whole body.

The sensation of breaking through the wind with the whole body, the moderate thrill of throwing the body into the air, and the act of raising the fire are very fun.

My vision shifts diagonally downward in an instant. And when I got down to a reasonable height, I released the rope and landed.

I'm decided.

"" Ooooooooooooo! What's that! It looks fun! "

Malt and Rumba screaming at my Tarzan rope.

That feeling. It's going to be a habit.

"Okay, we'll do it too!"

"Oh, but Rumba! There's no pulley rope here!"

"What? ! Is there only one in the middle !? There is no help for it, if Irvine climbs up here, everyone jumps down and in the middle ..."

"I need to wind up the rope, so Irvine catches up."

"Then stop playing the tag. Now let's play with the guy jumping off the rope."

"Now !?"

Child-like play always fluctuates.