The Man Picked Up By the Gods (Reboot)

"You did it flashy again, Lyoma. He looked a lot better, so I guess I got enough rest... this is the result of playing on my day off... oh, I don't have to explain. I mean, don't tell me the details here. You know who's listening."

Surrounded by four serious facial escorts, Mr Hughes told me on his behalf.

"Kamil, you know magic best. Tell him how it went from you."

"Copy that. First of all, we still know we're going to have that much sandstorm. Because I felt I was releasing quite a bit of magic at first, and some magic of that magnitude when it comes to advanced magic.

There's just one power that makes a big building completely dusty.

The other thing that hasn't affected you at all off the premises, aside from using all that extensive magic.

The last time I might have used different magic without chanting, but at that time I didn't get my hair wrong with the situation, and the one thing that seemed to me to be responding by changing the range and movement.

If someone with that much knowledge of magic sees the difficulty that the magic just mentioned is unlikely to be normal from the three points raised. I guess Lyoma managed to solve that difficulty... its magic, no way? Anyway, Lyoma, you might as well call that "family heirloom magic."

"" Family magic "?"

I've never heard of it before, but the magic that comes from the sense of speech to the house, I guess.

I'll check,

"I'm fine with that perception, but to add a little bit... Family magic is a collection of research that a family famous primarily as a magic researcher communicates only to a limited number of people in the family, or something a little special or elusive about magic. You can call it a secret.

Powerful magic becomes a powerful weapon, and so called “rice seed”. So anyone who wants to know comes out as much as they want. But anyway, if you've sinned with it or something, I don't like it when they try to force you to reveal a secret even though you don't, and it's a problem, right?

Especially since magic researchers have a lot of secrecy and twists, and famous clans are largely aristocrats, bad things can then develop into big problems. So if they say it's genealogical magic, it's taboo to pursue more about that magic. There's an implicit understanding. Mostly among the nobles, but that should be the easiest way to engage in pursuit "

"I see."

"If someone comes too persistent to pull it off or something, talk to us right away. I think we're gonna be okay with this like that."

"Okay."

All right, that's it for now.

At the end of the advice from Mr. Camill, Mr. Hughes broke off the conversation with Sputnik and the next topic.

"In the meantime, the demolition is over with rheumatic magic, and what do we do next?

"Oh, yeah."

I don't know what to say right after I did it flashy, but there's actually one more thing I wanted to try.

"Just like earlier, while I was on vacation playing and doing a lot of things, I came up with something that at that time I played too much and couldn't experiment without enough magic..."

"Isn't that nice? After what you've done, and now you're not. And I think it's better if we're here anyway."

'... Indeed'

I gathered my consent to Mr. Hughes's words, and I had no choice but to... I got permission.

So another one!

Also give instructions to Sandslime to activate Sand Magic.

Once again, the sand that has become a mountain starts to move up in a gust of wind... but now instead of letting it move as complicated as it was earlier, it just lets it descend into a corner close to the edge of the site.

The sight is created as if flipping a giant hourglass, and eventually its appearance is like a giant tofu, a mountain of rectangular sand is created.

Perplexity seems to be greater than surprise, as some of the people who were looking at it have raised their voices, but have not made such complicated movements as when they were dismantled.

Surely you wouldn't know just from the outside.

But I'm contracted to sandslime, assimilated to sand, and I know what's going on inside me. And now that I've finished what I was thinking.

"Ooh!?

As the artist stripped the veil on his unpublished work, I broke down the sand heap and removed it.

After a wave of sand was created and moved to the vacant land. All that's left is a "two-story building".

It is about one-fifth the size of the entire site, with a large entrance and hall in the centre and a staircase in the back.

It is a relatively simple structure with shared toilets and private rooms along corridors stretching from left to right.

Especially not from the outside.

But was it more shocking than dismantling that a seemingly finished building emerged from the crumbling sand?

Or the recoil, where the previous work has been plain, is raised loudly from all around.

"Wow... you're lying..."

"What's this magic, not too convenient?

"Certainly convenient"

This is the opposite of when it is dismantled, and in the process of stacking sand, the particles of the columns and parts that touch the walls are connected to form a shape. It's like reproducing a 3D printer with sand magic, if you will.

Working with Sandslime dramatically improves precision and freedom. And even the somewhat complex structure made it easier to make, and on the other day off I enjoyed making tons of models and repeatedly breaking them.

This time, I just said that I did the same thing as modeling “in a size that people can actually live in”. The use of 3D printers for building houses on Earth should have been studied, as well as magic and massive

With sand, I was sure I could make a shape.

Although,

"Actually, not yet."

That's when I said,

"Wow!"

"Home!

"New home!

Some of the children who were out there expressed joy all over their bodies, rushing to the building they had just built. The maids and elderly children who were beside them seemed surprised to see the building, and the reaction was delayed.

"Ah! Stop those kids!

I finally made a move calling, but two kids are amazingly fast on their feet to see if they're beast men. I'll be inside soon.

"'Teleport' eh! Gotcha! Wait a minute!

- Successful capture in the last minute!

The corpse retrieval after the Mad Salamander crusade on Fatma territory reveals the fruits of repeated practice of spatial magic plain.

"Ha ha!

"Home!

"Oomi - Hey!

"Hey, wait, 'cause it's still dangerous"

That's how you're stopping two kids.

"What are you doing, you stupid kid!!

"Oh......"

"Between rebuilds, it's dangerous, so I wouldn't have gone in until I told you I was a good adult!

Mr. Ribble, a slam compiler, caught up faster than anyone else and captured two children.

He further did not tolerate resistance on that sword screen and handed it over to an older child who later came back.

"Damn. I'm sorry the kids got in the way of my job."

"It turned out fine, so it's fine."

"Right.... but that's amazing magic. I think I'll break it or fix it."

"This is still under study, or I just made it on an experimental basis."

I thought it was possible for me to make it, but what I shaped by applying sand magic becomes a “sandstone-like" material where sand is compressed and solidified.

Sandstone has a half-sided, brittle or weather-prone nature that is easy to process. In addition, the absorption rate is high, and in winter it may be frozen, so it may not be very suitable for exterior walls, etc. It's the first one I've ever made in this size in the first place, so I think there might be mistakes and deficiencies somewhere, and I need confirmation in terms of strength and safety.

"So we'll build the kids' houses better. That's why the workers are here."

"For once, why don't you check?

"Huh?"

Turning around, there's Mr. Zeph.

Mr. Arnold has joined everyone else who has spoken earlier.

"Let me talk to you. More than half of the workers I gathered today are experienced in architecture, so I was wondering if I could help with safety checks."

"Is that okay?

"The work has changed slightly. I built it here, and I think it's safer for those kids to get a bunk asap, right?

...... that's for sure. Maybe the kids who were flying out were anxious to lose their place of residence after all...

"Mr. Ribble, I also planned to build a garden where kids could play, but would that just be okay with a certain part of this building? When you have a decent house, it feels like crushing it and turning it into a garden."

"What a luxury the garden is. I wish there was a place where the kids could sleep in peace. If there's no problem with this building, I'd like to keep it in use."

"Okay. So, Mr. Zeph, can you get us all the workers? Please check the safety of this building for the first job description today and check the dimensions of windows and doors if there are no problems. When you're done, build a wall that surrounds the property."

"Copy that!"

Following Zeph, who replies and runs away,

"Well, let's get back to security."

"Right. More and more people are approaching to see the building."

"See you later!

Mr. Hughes, Mr. Jill and Mr. Camill each scatter to sort out a circle of people.

Then Mr. Arnold from the bureau approached to replace him.

"Good luck"

"Good day, Master Takebayashi. Let me take a look at the work. It was a little, no, very different from what I had imagined."

"Ah, haha..."

Perhaps he normally imagined working with hammers and other tools a little more modestly, even when using magic. Even I would have done more authentic work if I hadn't realized the possibility of sandslime on holiday...

"But I didn't know we could get this far in this short time from the start of work...... let's get ready to zoom out?

"Right. Exactly. I can't get around it all by myself, and I need the help of the workers, but you don't need to take the time to dismantle the existing building. As soon as you put it in for rebuilding, the construction period will be shortened.

And I said this building needs a safety check, too, but I'm not going to have built anything that collapses in a day or two. I personally believe that it can be used as an impromptu shelter or a temporary shelter to sneeze a rainstorm, so please adjust it to take that into account.

What about the rest, while looking at the situation in the field, and being flexible?

"I have no objection. It's quick and helpful."

"Please agree with the residents properly."

"Naturally. We will also work with Lord Ribble to convince the residents."

Saying so, he smiles confidently and sees Mr. Ribble.

"If the bureau's gonna give us a decent response, we're not wasting any opposition either. At least I know you're still someone I can talk to, and I'll work with you."

"Thank you. Even for me, I was fortunate to have an edge on the face of the community. It made it easier for residents to reach their raw voices."

"Hung."

"Then it's time for me to excuse myself. Because I have other work to do. Call me when you see me again at the cat's forehead (cafe)."

"Take care. Oh, and sometimes you should eat a decent meal as well as cake, right? My aunt at the cat's forehead said there were more take-home orders than before."

"… will consider positively"

I'm going home with a bitter laugh.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't think so."

"Absolutely."

Mr. Ribble, who thought the same thing about me, left after this, saying he had business to do.

Subsequently, when Mr. Zeff asked the workers he had gathered to check the building, the result was that he was concerned about its suitability for the climate around here or its service life, but would have no particular problem living there for a short period of time.

Then we measure the dimensions of the windows and doors, leaving the window and door making to the slimes. The workers are entrusted with the construction of exterior walls with magically prepared stone. In the open space, I laid the groundwork for building an authentic children's home, and with the sunset, the day's work was over.