Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Damn. You're not bringing Baltro."

"... that wasn't a snowball"

Complains as Thor and Asmo tap off the snow on his body.

Bartolo went back to the kitchen in a good mood as he sank Tor and Asmo into the snow.

"It's because the two of us are coming at us. I was trying to protect myself."

"That's why I'm not."

"Overdefense."

It wasn't a snowball fight earlier, it was just a ravage.

There's no need for you two to complain like that. That's why I won't apologize because I'm not going to be sarcastic with these guys honestly.

"So what do we do now?

When the complaining soothes, Asmo asks again.

I've come to ask you out to see me, but I don't seem to have decided to do this in particular.

"I guess I haven't seen the village in a long time. I haven't seen much of the village lately."

"Especially when the grownups are playing snowball."

"You've been active since morning."

Villagers have a busier image of farming and domestic work.

"This time of year, I'm staying at home and doing all my internal work. This is how you move your body outside."

"Jeez, it's hard when it lasts too long."

Is that true, too? From them, who usually have a lot of manual labor, it also builds up frustration that domestic work has always been at home. I guess the means to get rid of that is snowball.

But I wonder why. That only sounds terribly pre-built. The people in the village of Coriat just wanted to play because they were young.

"Let's just go to the village first"

"Ooh."

Since we have decided to head to the village of Coriat, we leave the courtyard and continue on the main road.

The thickness of snow on the ground seemed to increase considerably because it was snowing last night.

There were about 30% of the snow clouds left in the sky, but I could see more of the sunny blue sky.

The wind isn't that strong, so it's a relatively unbittersweet temperature to walk outside.

"Oops!?

Walking relaxed, Thor raised an odd voice and broke the balance.

"It's buried with snow, but it's by the creek, so it's subtly inclined."

It's hard to notice because of the bright white sides around, but that's by my favorite creek.

It was also natural for Tor to be taken as the place where he placed his feet was inclined.

I have walked many times, even if it is difficult for my eyes to understand, so I know the general location by the distance and time I have walked.

"Tor, dull"

"Shut up! There's a lot of snow over here and it's hard to walk!

Thor says back to the words of Asmo, who groaned bossly.

Unlike in the vicinity of the village, this main road travels very little. The difficulty of walking with the snow was also that there was no choice.

"Shall I make it a little easier to walk"

If Thor falls again and gets injured, he won't be able to, so he magically builds a curved plate about the width of the road and moves it forward with a psychic.

Then, the snow that had accumulated became more and more decisive and easier to walk.

If the snow overflows from the board, it will come to the end of the road.

It feels like a magical partial reproduction of a snow truck that was in its previous life.

"Wow! The snow keeps shredding!

"Walkable and helpful"

You're supposed to be happy for me, but I have myself getting annoyed somewhere when these guys walk me slowly. Is it because it gives me a lower end as if I'm building a path for a chimp?

Let's not think too deeply.

As I walked away from the main road snow, I lost so much that I reached the village of Coriat.

The wheat fields are, of course, pruned and there is white snow on the roofs of standing private houses.

"Oh? You're not playing snowball right now?

It was pretty quiet compared to last year and didn't seem like we were having a snowball fight.

"No, I'm doing it. He's over there, isn't he?

Seeing where Thor pointed, villagers, including Roland, were gathered behind the snow wall.

"Look, we're gonna act in pairs. We're slowly approaching with the snow walls as shields."

"Oh dear. Westa's team is gone from HQ! I'm sure it's coming in from somewhere."

"Then let's put out a scourge. See where they're coming from."

With that said, several villagers moved away.

The villagers, including Roland, hide behind the ice walls and are jittery.

When I looked closely, there was a frying pan in my hand as a shield instead.

"... haven't you gotten any tactical? Last year we were all storming out in a roar, weren't we?

This year's snowball has a different flavour and two flavours. It feels more like a military exercise than an innocent play, or a bee sport to say. It's like savage.

"Because I imitated Al making ice walls and using pitfalls"

"Yeah, well, you got a level after that snowball. And it looks like they've joined the vigilante lately."

Apparently, this is what happened because of the confrontation between me and sister Elinora.

I used ice magic to build walls and approach them, magically play them, and use the snow and ice columns around me.

"Well, it's nice to have a wider range of plays, but this makes it hard for kids to play"

"The ones near the adults are mixed up with the adults, but kids our age are relaxing on the practice floor."

I felt sad that the soothing snowball was gone, but that didn't happen.

Looking at the vigilante's practice area, kids our age seemed to have a fun snowball.

A little snow wall has been built, sounds like a rule to play in a determined area.

I hear little kids and girls shaking, very soothing.

"That sounds like fun for us to play with."

"Uh, we're not mixed up over there."

"Huh? Why?

I'm a seven-year-old, Thor and Asmo are nine-year-olds. He's an old man who hasn't reached the age of majority yet, and I'd say he has the right to mix with a peaceful snowball fight over there.

When I asked, Tor and Asmo seemed out of sight at first sight. I have a bad feeling.

"... hey, what have you done?

"No, you just used a small worker to win a little, didn't you?

"Yeah, I just kicked up the snow, blinded, pretended to be one of them and infiltrated an enemy team"

"Wow, not very popular"

In short, I guess what these guys do is gone awry and banned from exiting.

There is no way that all of the things I have just given you are examples. I should have set something worse up.

"It's very popular. We're probably the same kids. Basically, why do you have to fight them from the front! What's wrong with doing what you can to win!

"You don't have to go out of your way to fight fair. I like to fight on the stage I'm good at. Eat the shit out of a dirty front game."

It was always the way my brother, exposed to the threat of his sister, thought to survive strongly.

"I agree with both of you, but you can't do it to a normal kid."

"I know that, but my back itches when I do it straight from the front like that."

"You're gonna want to hit me or something."

If it comes from two superior people: unintentional, deceptive, eyeballing, petty workmanship, betrayal, anything, I guess that kind of honest battle is hard to do.

"You guys are distorted, too."

"Shut up. I don't want Al to tell me how to use magic in a snowball fight."

"Al has been removed from the child frame since the beginning, just like Master Elinora."

"Such an idiot..."

Apparently, me and my sister Elinora were watching a bee magic ant confrontation, and they were excluded from the children's frame first.

"I mean, you think we're gonna have to mix up with the grownups if we're gonna have a snowball fight with everybody?

"That's what I'm talking about. What are we gonna do, mix it up over there now?

That's what Thor tells me, and I'll watch the adults snowball.

"It's Rumba! Rumba's out!

"His snowballs are crazy! The snow wall will smash in one blow!

"You're suddenly intruding! Somebody stop him!

Rumba just seemed to have broken in in in the adults area, and a lot of villagers had been blown away.

It's a sight I've seen somewhere. Pillow-throwing, which was specifically an inn in Kagra.

Now there was a rumba in front of us.

"... let's not snowball today. I have other games I want to play."

"Right. Rumba's here."

Look at that sight, no one will want to mix it up.

"Let's make snowballs and close the door to the village chief's house before we travel."

"Right. Every year."

Because you're doing that, you're gonna be framed for getting the title of evil kid.

But it looks fun, so I decided to help too.