Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

After eating breakfast at the ryokan, most of the members of the Shokai were gone, whether they were working or not. Silver Wind members also serve as escorts, so no one is near.

The only thing left was me and rumba, and quiet time was flowing in the lobby on the first floor.

"What do you do today, Al?"

Rumba sitting on the facing sofa asked.

"Well, isn't it bad to relax while drinking the green tea that the landlady brews like this?"

While saying, sip the warm green tea brewed by the landlady.

The taste of green tea with unique bitterness is irresistible. The taste of tea leaves is enough.

"... It's a great sightseeing? Isn't it inevitable to stay at the inn all day?"

"Isn't it okay to relax at a ryokan in a foreign country like this?"

If you go outside, you will not be accompanied by a landlady or Sannosuke.

If you are relaxing in the lobby like this, the proprietress and Minosuke will brew tea and serve you sweets?

Wouldn't it be nice to talk and take care of everyone while watching the scenery of a foreign country?

"Al is still a remark that I don't think he's a normal child. If you come to a foreign country, why don't you go out? I seldom come, so let's go out?"

No, I can go anytime because I have a space magic transfer.

But Rumba is obviously unhappy if he wants to go out.

That said, rumba isn't always available.

Even though I live in my own home, I came here because of Rumba, who persuaded my dad, and came from a distant Coriat village.

Perumba isn't the kind of character that she can do at an inn all day, and would she go outside?

"... Okay, so let's go outside."

"Oh! After all, children aren't!"

When I show my determination to go outside, Rumba rises happily.

It feels like I'm glad to be outside and I can't stand it. Looking down at me sitting on the sofa and waiting like a dog now or now.

"Okay, I'm up too--that?-I don't have any power."

I can't stand up even if I try to stand up. It's weird, I've decided I'm going out with my heart, but my body doesn't follow.

When I think about getting up, I feel that the soft sofa is taking the power of my whole body to prevent it.

Soft sofa in the warm sunshine in the morning. And delicious green tea. This doesn't kill people.

"Oh, what happened?"

"... I can't get up because the sofa is comfortable."

I answered with a weak voice, and Rumba suddenly pulled my arm up.

Then he was put on Rumba's right shoulder, as if carrying a rice bale.

"Then I'll carry it! I'll go outside!"

Rumba said that and walked with the wild boar to the entrance.

"Oh, this isn't too bad either. Then, let's go with this. Oh, Rumba. Take my shoes at the front door."

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When I went outside with Perumba, Kagra's main street was still crowded with people today.

The colorful kagura clothes are messed up just like watching a flower garden. Even more, today was not a shoulder car, but was being carried.

It's rare to look at the scenery in this position.

I'm being carried backwards by Rumba's shoulders, and I just look around.

But why? I feel that my eyes have gathered a lot from me.

It is natural that Rumba and me are not black hair, but it is natural that their eyes are not strange, and I feel anxious and fearful.

Even if it seems strange that being carried by an adult, such a glance will not turn.

A man walking behind Rumba shouted, wondering at the people's eyes.

"... Well, am I okay? I'm so dead and I'm losing power from my body?"

"I'm OK. Don't worry."

Speaking of me, the man whispers with a voice that seems uneasy.

"Are you really okay? I'm afraid of the person who is carrying something, isn't it actually being abducted?"

If you thought that your gaze had seemed strangely uneasy from a while ago, what kind of misunderstanding did you make?

Well, rumba has a strong face and eyepatch, and it looks like a yakuza.

"No, it's really OK. I know this guy right now ... Rumba, I'll walk myself soon."

"Oh?"

This position is easy because you don't have to walk on your own, but I can't stand being misunderstood everywhere. So I decided to hit Rumba's shoulder and get off.

When I saw the friendly exchange between Rumba and me, some people behind me seemed relieved.

"Al, is there any place you want to go?"

"Hmm, yesterday I went around the main place and ate breakfast. I would like to go to a place away from the main street today."

"Okay, so let's walk around freely."

Nodding to Rumba's words, I walk down the street.

After leaving the main street, the road width becomes narrower and houses line up.

We wander in a quiet residential area. While walking along the street, a woman who looked like a housewife was hanging out laundry and children playing tag on a narrow street.

It is a truly peaceful sight.

Unlike boulevards, I thought that rumba might be boring because the residential area is not flashy.

Such a residential area and rumba, I came out to a big riverside.

There is also a residential area on the other side, and a wooden bridge with a beautiful arch is hung so that you can go there.

It ’s a good thing and it ’s quite long.

It is not bad to see the river scenery from the bridge.

"Oh, don't you smell something good?"

When he tries to move to the bridge, Rumba walking behind his muttering his nose.

"Well, isn't it an open-air street or a bit away from a residential area so you don't smell the food?"

"No, I do. This is the smell of burning fish."

Roomba says, but it hasn't reached my nose yet.

"I'll start from the bottom of the bridge! Let's go!"

As I tilt my head, Rumba steps forward and heads down the bridge.

Oh, thanks to the rumba's bitterness, I'm under the bridge from the top of the bridge.

whatever. I love the space like a secret base under the bridge, and it's not bad to look up at the river up close.

I follow the leading rumba and aim under the bridge.

"Oh, the smell of burning fish really came out."

"Well?"

When I ran a run to keep up with the large rumba, I smelled the fish burning as Rumba said. Is it fish grilled? It smells very fragrant.

Walking around a little and the hungry stomach is stimulated by a good feeling.

Walking to the smell, a number of fish were skewered and burned just under the bridge.

"... Is anyone baked?"

"I can't see a person like that."

I looked around with Perumba, but there was no sign of anyone.

Then, who prepared the salted fish?

"" ......... "

In front of our eyes, delicious fish sprinkled with salt is scorched.

It's a fish you saw on the streets yesterday, so it shouldn't be a bad fish.

The waste water of the fish flies and the surface is burnt clean. It's almost time to eat now.

Me and Rumba look down at the grilled fish and make a throat.

"... If you continue to bake like this, you'll get burnt, right?"

"Oh, yeah, that means neither the fish, the people who cooked the fish, nor we will be happy."

So, in order not to waste happiness here, we mean that we eat before the fish burns.

Me and Rumba looked up and nodded at each other and reached for salted fish.

"Wait a minute! That's what I caught and baked carefully !?"

Suddenly, a man came out of the river with only one funddo.

… Is it baked carefully? I don't want to eat it asexually.

Me and Rumba gave a glance to the man, and immediately returned to the fish and stuck.

"Because the baked person is in front of me and stopped, don't bite!"