Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

The sound of the cork ball bouncing on the table in the hotel garden echoes in rhythm.

Rumba and I, who had met enough, took turns, and this time Irvine and Malt were rallying.

"Ihihi! Spoiled and peeled malt!"

"Cum! Irvine! Just aiming at the backhand netinechi and it's dirty!"

In table tennis between beginners, Irvine, whose character was more dirty, seemed to dominate, and shot relentlessly into the malt backhand.

It's sober to hit shots like a drive from time to time for beginners.

Irvine relentlessly attacked the backhand side of the malt during the drive and hit the sweetened ball gently.

"Hehehe, malt is a choro."

"This guy ...!"

Irvine laughs at her face and throat, and Malt goes angry to pick up a cork ball.

I'm irritated even when I'm not playing.

"Fear, pick up the ball quickly. Can't the game resume?"

"Wow! Wait!"

Despite being challenged by Irvine, Malt explores the bushes in the garden and finds a cork ball.

The slowest return is probably to Irvine, who was provoking.

"Okay, the next serve is my turn."

"Yes, that's right.

The table tennis serve is changed twice. Saab has also taught the rules that everyone should be able to bounce on their own court and put them on the other's court.

Now that Irvine has served twice, it's time for Malt to serve.

When the malt tried to reach the serve position with the racket, he dropped the cork ball from his hand.

"Well, the cork ball has fallen .... Hmm? I don't want the cork ball? Irvine.

"Ah? What are you doing? Where is it?"

Malt quickly served as and Irvine looked under the table.

"There is a chance! @ Irvine!"

“Oh!

"If I can see your goofy side, I don't care about any means!"

... It's an ugly battle. If I thought Irvine would play nasty, Malt was at the same level.

"Look, pick up the ball without complaining! Is it the job of the pointed loser to pick up the ball?"

"Gunnu! Puchikushou!"

The composition is the opposite of the previous one. Irvine was told by Malt to be proud, and went to pick up a cork ball, regretfully.

"Gahaha! They're fighting fun!"

Next to me is Rumba drinking red wine in good mood.

The reflection of the smash just turned red because it struck directly between the eyebrows, but it seems particularly calm.

It's not a ping-pong ball like in the previous life, it's a cork ball, so I think it's painful, but for Rumba, it doesn't seem that much.

Watch the Irvine and Malt rally while relaxing with Rumba.

"Hahaha! Do it! I win!"

"Don't get angry when you lose to Irvine!"

Irvine seems to have taken away the eleventh point first.

It was a game without a fair play spirit, where each other used dirty hands.

"Hahaha! Who is the next partner!"

"Well? Then I--

"No, next is Alfleet!

When Rumba puts her glasses down and stands up, Irvine is upset and nominates me. You probably remembered the smash that Rumba hit earlier. I'm scared because Rumba doesn't know where to fly when he hits the smash.

Well, Irvine isn't dangerous and good. Not only did I teach, but I wanted to hit it soon.

"Then I'm going next."

I stand in front of Irvine, receiving a racket from the malt I regret.

"Hehe, I'm already used to table tennis. I can win Alfleet today!"

It is a word with the same smell as before. It can be said that the word thimpira matches well after Thor.

"... It's too early to beat me-ah !? I'm still talking!"

"Hey! He's a bad guy! He's the best scorer!"

When I'm stunned, Irvine laughs with a spatula.

This bastard. If you come that way, why don't you forgive me?

I picked up the rolling cork ball and handed it to Irvine while being swift.

Then I set my racket out of the air and wait for a serve from Irvine.

Irvine, who saw my vigilance, started to serve while tongue tapping.

I mean Irvine anyway. It will probably serve to attack the backhand.

Irvine's serve came to the backhand side as I expected. I expected that and returned the drive straight with a quick touch.

"Cheap! Did you stretch!"

Irvine has surprisingly switched it to a dexterous cross.

I thought I would hit it if it was sweet, but it was surprisingly deep.

According to Irvine's words, remembering that you already anticipated and stretched the ball is something that you swallow quickly.

While wrapping the tongue at the speed of swallowing Irvine, I hit the ball again while moving toward the returned ball.

However, in my step length, the body is not easily entered into the early returning ball, and the returning ball is slightly sweet.

"I was waiting for it! Eat my back drive trained with a back attack against the malt!"

Irvine happily holds it backhand. I psychically deflect the cork ball slightly as Irvine swings the racket.

Then Irvine's racket brilliantly cut the sky without hitting the cork ball.

"Oh !?"

“Hahahaha! I ’m just going to breathe that way while breathing!”

Malt points and scorns Irvine, who rounds his eyes by swinging empty.

I guess it's just that I lost to Irvine.

"Now, let's keep the outfield silent! We'd definitely have my score if we decided now!"

"If you hit the racket properly!"

Irvine picks up the rolling cork ball, laughing at Malt.

Well, it's common for beginners to make empty swings at table tennis.

I don't seem to notice Irvine yet, so let me do a little more.

I received a cork ball from Irvine and smiled grinning,

"Ahaha. Don't miss the next time?"

"Please serve early!"

Speaking as if I were just making fun of the empty swing, Irvine shouted with a look as if she was thirsty.

Let's serve immediately without being told.

I'll serve instantly, like running away with a subtle spin.

I jumped on my court and psychic again when I entered Irvine's court.

This time, instead of moving the cork, speed up the rotation of the cork so that you can disguise it as a rotation.

The cork ball bouncing at Irvine's base suddenly turned out of court.

The cork ball passes as if escaping from Irvine's racket.

"What, what ?!"

Irvine was also surprised at this, and he was solidified with his empty posture.

"Are you a magic ball?

"Is the ball bent?"

The outfields Malt and Rumba were also surprised and surprised.

"Fufufu, can you cope with my turning shot? Irvine?"

"Let's come again!"

As long as the cork ball is inorganic, I can use psychic without chanting.

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"... That's terrible. Even if you don't do it all the way ..."

When I used magic on Irvine or defeated it on Cottenpan with only her ability, Irvine was succumbed to a wonderful depression.

"A little rumba! If you want to smash, please put it in your coat!"

"Bad bad! I'm just getting stronger!"

In front of us, the changed rumba and malt are playing table tennis happily.

"Ok, that's how Irvine was so tough."

"A man who can aim the corner like that can't seem to me tough ..."

I'm comforting, but Irvine still has a dull look.

It might have been overkill to control the edges with psychic and precise control. If the course changes when hitting the corner, it is truly Irvine, or even a table tennis professional may be suspicious of returning.

"Well, it's impossible to aim for the edge unless you use magic."

“Dirty! Did you use magic at table tennis!”

When I revealed, Irvine grabbed Murakura.

"It's only the beginning. I'm really good at the middle!"

"No, no, no magic!"

"I don't remember nothing. I'd use Irvine.

"Gunnu! Rarely can anyone use magic in such an instant!"

I smiled with a fearless smile and Irvine shouted with a regrettable expression.

"Wow, it was good hot water. Oh? Alfleet, what are you doing there?"

I heard that Irvine's screaming, and a tree that seems to have gone out of the bath comes from the lobby.

"Hey? It's table tennis."

"Somehow this !? Do you want to play again ?! If it becomes a product, please bite me!"

When I answered briefly, Tory came to look excited about table tennis.

I think table tennis is also interesting, but will it be popular?

But it would be interesting if Kagura people wearing Kagura clothes started playing table tennis at the inn.

I thought so and explained to Tory about table tennis.