The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

"... is it cherry blossoms"

Words spoken almost unconsciously are exposed to petal winds.

What you see while on Neguseau's back is a stunning cherry tree line.

Cherry trees are planted to surround the entrance to the town and the path that stretches from it. The cherry blossoms overflow on one side of the boulevard, and they catch my eye.

Straight down the boulevard, I saw a big mountain. There are no cherry blossoms there, but the greenery is deep, and if you try it as a view, the mountains seem beautiful surrounded by cherry blossom frames.

"It's almost full, but it's as beautiful as ever."

That's how Kuzha shrugged when she got off Neguseau and went back to looking like a person.

The background of the town where cherry blossom petals descend suits her well in Japanese clothing. Is it annoying to have cherry blossoms piling up your tail, or is it adorable to shake your tail regularly with wasabi and drop petals?

I shake my fox colored ears so tightly that she looks back at me with a grin.

"What do you say, Mr. Alger! Sakurazaka is one of the few destinations in the Republic of Yotsuba! It's famous for its cherry tree-lined streets brought all the way from Sacranomiya, the capital!

"Oh, I see. This is amazing indeed."

I forget about name teasing (the usual array) and take it honestly. That's how distracted I was by the sight in front of me.

Somehow, it's a sight of great familiarity.

Of course there are tree-lined roads with cherry blossoms, but people on the road have a lot of Japanese clothing, and the buildings are wooden bungalows, all of which are equipped with tile roofs.

The illusion as if it had come to the ancient capital of Japan. I'm going to forget for just a moment that this is a different world.

I feel like I'm here at the Great River Drama studio. Feels like you want to walk on your slippery feet for nothing.

Regardless of the ridge foot, I wonder if it's dangerous to be on a horse to get into town. With that in mind, I'm getting off Neguseau.

When I stood on the ground, I felt that the smell of cherry blossoms was more intense. In a nostalgic sensation, I'm about to immerse myself.

... I haven't seen cherry blossoms in years.

I haven't been able to get out for a long time. The opportunity to see real flowers was almost lost because of it.

Once upon a time, someone showed me flowers, but she never brought in cherry blossoms in front of that room.

Cherry blossoms are weak. Sometimes it withers as soon as it folds. Around there, I guess she cared. Because he was a kind man. I hope you're doing well in that world.

It's been a really long time since I've seen raw cherry blossoms and seen petals touch my cheeks and hair. Sakura salted is delicious, isn't it?

"Mr. Alger? What's wrong with you?

"It's nothing. Kuzha, where can I help you in this town?

"Hehe, you'll see that when you go. Come on, let's come. Keep your hands together."

Kuzha is in a good mood to get this hand. The right hand holds Neguseau's reins, so it's the left hand that gets gripped.

My feet naturally leave if I don't resist the pull of my hand, and I follow Kuzha. Neguseau is also honest with the drawn reins.

He stepped forward with Neguseau as he followed a wolf-cut and beast ear that wobbled in his upper mood.

There are cherry blossoms and townships all over my sight, and my own silver hair peeks into my face at the edge.

If you walk around, the nostalgia you feel at the entrance will be darker.

Both the flowing and coming scenery can feel "sum," which is still "nostalgic" as an overall sentiment. I just don't realize it, I wonder if it smells like soy sauce or miso.

... Now if you're the only one walking, you really feel like a time slip.

People who walk and slip away have a lot of humans as a basis, but many don't.

Someone with beast ears, like Kuzha.

Brown people with a halfway look between people and reptiles, covered with urchins all over their bodies.

Someone whose elbow to tip of both hands is on the wing of a bird, and knee to tip is still on the feet of a bird.

Obviously, there are more races than my world, or even things that aren't people wandering around.

Compared to the kingdom, quite somehow, there is a high rate of outsiders. I couldn't play with the town's name earlier, so I'm dying to give it an interesting nickname from one end.

Curbing the springing prank, I spoke to Kuzha.

"You have a lot of non-human species."

"This is a tourist destination. People come from all over."

"It seems that more or less people are wearing Japanese clothes… kimonos"

"We also lend kimonos"

"You're more and more a movie village chick......"

"Erumura?

"Oh, no. This is the story."

I know there's no way Kuzha knows those words, but from what I've told you, it's a different world story for her. Keep words cloudy for question marks.

Although Kuzha leaned her neck against my words, she immediately shows her head back over here again.

Walk the cherry trees that serve as boulevards without falling on the side roads. After a while, I could see the end of the boulevard. And at the end of the road, there was one building.

A Japanese-style building with mountains on its back and soaring. It's not a bungalow, it's a two-story building.

The entrance is big enough to tell at a glance that it's a shop, not a house, and a wooden sign on it. Although the letters on the sign are not in a language I know, it's easy to decipher what they mean. Because that's the kind of skill I have.

Almost at the same time I understood what it said on the letter of the sign. Kuzha uttered the word.

"" The Garden of Cherry Water. "It's the pride of Sacramento, the Onsen Inn!

"Tyrannical Mass?

"It's Sakura Yu's Garden!

Consider why Kuzha came here while satisfied with what she could not have done earlier.

... You wanted to take a bath.

Though my healing magic can make me look good, taking a bath is something that makes me feel good.

As far as I'm concerned, I prefer to take a nap to a bath, so I don't think it's particularly problematic in a style where I don't take a bath just by sagging off the dirt with restorative magic.

But then I know how it feels not to taste. Well, Kuzha-chan has been forced into forced labor.

Even the thought of losing her mother must still be there. It's understandable that you don't have to go as far as solving that stuff, but slowly dip it in hot water to calm it down.

"Is there somewhere I can keep Neguseau connected?"

"Yes, of course! This way, please!

"Thank you. Neguseau, can you come over here?

"Oh, okay"

Kuzha's guide is something I can tell you know a lot about this area.

Perhaps I've been here many times. I'm sure I came here because I had the chance to be with a family that wasn't here anymore.

Something other than tiredness or heartbreak. A nostalgic atmosphere can be felt from her.

So I didn't dig back into it, and I just followed the guide and pulled Neguseau's reins.