Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

My eyelids are tingling and trembling.

"Mmm."

Lift your eyelids slowly.

"Morning, huh?"

Wake up your body.

Look around with a blurred head.

Purple-toned room with a calm atmosphere.

"Here... where?

The room was quiet.

A soft light is inserted through the large windows of both openings.

My eyelids are heavy because I'm dragging drowsiness.

Wow, and the yawn leaked.

and so,

"Oh, well..."

One after another, what happened to me comes back to life vividly.

Yes, it was.

I, I came to another world...

I look out the window.

"Other worlds, huh?"

I felt strange.

Another world different from the previous one.

I'm there now.

"Is that it?"

Notice a single blanket on your body.

"A little bit of this, Mr. Makina...?

…………

This kind of meticulous attention makes me pretty grumpy, though.

I'm going to fall in love unexpectedly.

"Speaking of which, where did Mr. Makina go?

There was no appearance of her in the bed with the canopy.

Has he woken up and gone somewhere?

If I'm left alone, this makes it hard to move...

"Do we have to wait?"

and

"... Mm"

Bullshit, here I come.

Well... I mean, it was a urine wish.

Fortunately, I've never needed a toilet since I came to this world... but I wonder what's going on with the excretory behavior over here.

Is the sewer and other infrastructure in place in the first place?

Damn.

failed even so.

I should have checked as of last night.

It's plain, but it's very important.

…………

Anyway, we need to find the bathroom.

When I paid for the blanket, I popped out of the room.

The dean's office is ahead of you when you leave the room.

There was no sign of Mr. Makina here either.

View the entrance to the room.

I heard this is a school.

Then it's not weird to have one or two toilets.

It's a little distracting to get out of the room in silence, but that's the thing.

And... the time left is not surprisingly much.

I don't know how.

"Mm?"

I'm about to go for the entrance door, and my eyes close to the door on the other side of the school director's desk.

Speaking of which, apart from the room that just popped up, was there another room connected from the dean's office?

The possibility that that's the bathroom over there... is not zero.

"All right!"

I opened the door to hope, and I stepped inside.

…………

In conclusion, there was a toilet.

Besides, it looks pretty much like the western toilet that was in the previous world.

It is a great pleasure to have met a familiar form of toilet.

But I didn't care about that now.

I, the "we", stared at each other, stiffened.

"... you"

Breaking the silence first was sitting in the toilet seat with her lower body exposed (okay, I haven't seen it at an exquisite angle where it matters) - it was Mr. Makina.

…………

Clothes, by the way, remain negligent.

"Shh, shh, I'm sorry!

Bhattan.

When I jumped out of the room in a hurry, I closed the door behind my back.

And he sits nagging as he slips the door back.

The unpleasant sweat is flowing.

I can't stop my heart bugging.

"Ya-"

Do it, damn it.

What are you doing, me?

Though I didn't know you were there, you know, stepping into the bathroom where the girl is in...

"Done, done"

Even though I was in a hurry, why didn't I do one of the knocks?

But now it's too late to regret it.

You can't complain about this, even if it's really capital punishment.

I heard the water flowing.

I think at last, my heart beats even harder.

Oh, I don't have a face to match.

When I walked out the door, I got ready for the dugout.

Align your knees on the ground.

Let's at least convey our sincerity and apology.

I should apologize first, even if I'm not allowed to.

Gino, the door opens.

"... what are you doing?

"This was the biggest thank-you in my country when it came to being grounded, but it's the biggest apology I've ever seen."

"So?"

"It may not be something I apologize for... I'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable this time"

"Oh... I don't really care about you right now, that's all right"

There was nothing particularly sarcastic about it, and Mr. Makina told me to flush it out.

"To?"

I look up to unexpected attitudes and words.

Mr. Makina breathes small as he wipes his hands with a white cloth - which would be a handkerchief.

"It's my usual habit, and I'm sorry I wasn't locked up."

"So,"

"I forgot to tell you that the room was a mess, and, well, it was my fault."

"Ha..."

"And... because it's not something to be seen or diminished"

"In your case, I think it will decrease."

"Oh, really?

Mr. Machina folded his handkerchief nicely with a clear grin and put it in his pocket.

And he thumbed the toilet door.

"In the meantime, go ahead?

"What's going on? Didn't you want to use it, too?

"Ah."

Yes, it was.

Grr.

If I recall, suddenly, my bladder...

"And excuse me!

I rushed into the door.

"Well, though your plans for the future"

I managed to avoid the worst (which in another way caused the worst), and where it looked like a reception space in the dean's office, I was across the street from Mr. Makina across the table.

Apparently she changed while I was adding something for her, and Mr. Makina was in a slightly different goth dress than what she was wearing yesterday.

Is that what you usually wear?

It's adorable, so it will look after your eyes.

"Are you enrolled today?

"No, I think enrollment will start tomorrow. I haven't done anything yet, and I have to arrange your uniform."

"Oh, right"

If you think about it, don't you want to start school today?

Between last night and today, there wouldn't have been time to go through the process.

"In the meantime, let me tell you about the policy we have in place at this stage."

"Yes."

"You are going to be enrolled in an educational institution that will train Saint Tree Men"

"Um, can I ask you something?

I raised my hand small.

"Yes."

"What the hell is that 'saint tree man' about?

"Well... it would be easy to understand if you could think of something like a knight serving a king and a holy tree. Knight, does that make sense?

"Rather, thanks to that word, I was able to grasp some image"

She added that the details would be taught early in the class, so that's about as good an understanding as it sounds now.

"So, do I feel encouraged to enroll in this school and study to pursue the saint tree master?"

"That's what's gonna happen. Just..."

"Just?"

"You know very little about this world, otherworldly. But when I said," I'm from another world, "no one would believe me first."

"... right"

It's easy to understand if you replace it with the previous world.

Even if all of a sudden a transfer student introduces herself to 'I am an alien', no one can believe first.

Even though it was because I tied it to the fact that I could read the curse document of the curse, I'm sure Mr. Makina, who believed me, is more special.

"Nevertheless, you will need to" come from ""

"From, is it"

"Yeah. Sometimes you'll be asked where you're from and so on in living your school life. I need a provisional origin."

Hmm.

Tentative origin?

Uh, and Mr. Makina coughed up.

And there's a good idea for me.

That's the school director.

Looks like you're already working on a plan.

But...... although tentative, what the hell is it from?

After all, this place is called "A Boy Drawing the Blood of a Nostalgia Hero is expecting the power of the school director to specially scout for admission! Will it feel like '?

A little, it burns to.

Damn......

I don't know, the main characters are amazing.

"This is what it feels like."

Correct your residence and Mr. Makina begins to talk.

"You have come to this country from the back of the mountains where little or no one leans in the east."

"Hmm."

I swell my chest to expectations, and I ride myself out and listen.

"You know so little about the world, though you can do the conversation because you've been growing up in the back of the mountain all this time"

"Hmm."

"At one point there was a saint who was visiting a mountain in an eastern country on a special mission. But he suffered an unexpected major injury in the mountains. So, by chance, you helped that saint who was dying to move because of his injuries."

"... Hmm"

"That's when that saint, who fell in love with your wild talents cultivated in mountain life, invited you to try to be a saint. And he did the letter of recommendation for the Candidate Saint Tree"

"... wild, talented"

"I accepted that. Let's just say I didn't have a name on the roster of candidates because... well, I forgot to process that letter of recommendation. On an exceptional basis, I would say that I took the exam locally."

"... I see"

"Oh, don't worry? Because the role of the saint is to ask a trusted person to keep his mouth shut. Then I'm going to ask the three of you who were in the place where the curse was activated to explain how it went later and match their backs. Of course, though I'll keep my mouth shut that you're a different person."

"... be, I see"

"As for the fact that you were falling near the school on your induction day... well, let's just say that you're in a hungry physique and you've passed out a lot of hunger,"

"Belly Peco Attribute......"

"What do you think? As far as I'm concerned, it's a perfect setting."

…………

I wonder what it is.

Sorora Kurohiko, a belly peko natural wild child from an exotic country.

I feel the main character I was expecting has already moved far away from the other side.

And... what do you think?

In the first place, the East is another country because of the feeling, right?

Is it okay to be a saint who scouts humans from other countries for benevolence?

It was also true that looking at Mr. Makina, confident though, I felt kind of bad and unwilling to pin my doubts on him.

but did you unconsciously look uncomfortable?

A shooting gaze flew in from Mr. Makina.

"Are you dissatisfied with my idea?

"... Yes, no, I'm impressed. That's right, school director."

"Nice."

To be honest, I would have liked to have been chosen a little more.

No, I guess he's the chosen one in a way...

I can't help complaining here.

Most importantly, she knows more about the world than I do about this school.

So we should leave this place to her.

"I wonder if this is the place to come from. Well, it's today, but you're going to--"

It was then.

You couldn't stand the hunger, my belly screamed.

"Shh, excuse me..."

"Oh, are you hungry?

"Yeah, well... well, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday"

I haven't said anything since I got here.

Surely the last meal was the tuna rice balls and baked noodle bread I bought at the convenience store after I left the house?

"Well, let's eat first."

I look up at the clock Mr. Makina is hanging on the wall.

"In time, just in time."

Clocks also seem to exist in this world.

Short and long needles.

Twelve symbols that draw circles.

The calculation of time seems like it would be good to think about it in about the same way.

Right.

That would seem easier to convert into units of the previous world at will in your brain.

That's when the clock needle just carved 'Seven o'clock'.

I mean, now, I guess we can think of it as seven in the morning.

And, as if waiting for it to be seven o'clock, the entrance door was knocked.

"We have brought breakfast, Master Makina"

A woman's voice.

"Come in."

The door opens.

The girl over there offered her respects.

"Excuse me, sir."

Dark blue piece, apron dress, and frilled kachusha.

"... meh, maid?

Real?

A real...... maid,?

"Hmm?"

I realize there is.

Is that it?

That thing with the head...

And the maid smiled at me.

Chuckle.

"Oh, what do you think?"

Return the meeting as you wander around.

I found my face fever rising rapidly.

Or... if you could turn such a nice grin on me, a coarse man could fall in one shot.

And I naturally fell below the same man.

The maid leaked a tickle, a grin and then pushed a wagon with a caster into the room.

Is that a service wagon used to carry room service at a hotel or something?

There's a silver bowl-like lid on the plate.

The maid arranges breakfast on the table like she's used to it.

Salad, sandwich, soup that looks warm......

Milk poured from silver pot to glass.

Mr. Makina has a clear face just saying that this is the usual landscape.

After all, could she be an amazing powerhouse?

"Oh, um... Dear Makina"

A maid who had been looking at me as a flicker for a while now called out to Makina.

"What?"

"Sir, are you? If necessary, we can prepare breakfast for you."

"No, it's cool. I always leave about half of it... and I'll have him handle the rest of it."

"Yes, sir."

As I bowed, the maid took a step back.

"I'll introduce you to her before you eat."

Makina showed the maid by hand.

Keep your hands together and the maid will correct her posture again.

"She's a samurai with me, Mia."

"My name is Mia Posta. Best regards,"

Maid - Mia, carefully bowed her head.

"Oh, uh, I'm Sora Kurohiko. Mr. Makina... Mr. Mia..."

"It's like the first time I've seen a subrace in that reaction."

You must have prepended the question from my perspective, a sip of milk, and then Mr. Makina said.

"She's a subrace called the Ferrills."

"The Ferrills?

I saw Mr. Mia again.

That's right.

From Mia's head, who is wearing kachusha, her ears were stretched, clearly not human.

Ears reminiscent of a beast of the same colour as long colored hair.

That ear is somewhat reminiscent of a wolf there.

If you look closely, he was also peeking under his skirt at what looked like a light-colored tail.

And I notice that Mia is about to shrink her shoulders.

"Ah... su, excuse me. I mean, seriously."

Right.

It's rude to watch too much.

"Yes, no, don't worry... you didn't seem to know the subrace, and it would seem unusual, naturally..."

What was on her smiling expression was caring.

…………

Kemono-eared maid.

Somehow, he seemed so good-looking.