The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

"Trouble."

"You're in trouble."

A village in the Republic of Keros.

Looking at the farmland, which was formerly a field and now blossomed with vegetable flowers, Master Suknahikona and Mr. Aska muttered in a way that did not look troubled at all.

"Now what are you going to do?"

"Ah, terrible Saros. It's like we're the starting point for everything."

"At least the cause of these recent disturbances here is either Asuka or Little God."

Mr. Aska is puffy and angry at Saros-kun's point, but if there's actually going to be a big problem in such a rural village, there's no doubt that Mr. Aska and Mr. Suknahikona, the external factor epilepsy, will be the starting point.

How bad is the countryside is less of a change.

"The President's been coming to us the whole time, hasn't he?

"I've been telling you a story that's unlikely like a public tale!?

President, what a presence on the cloud from the general public like Saros-kun.

I'm yawning over Mr. Aska's shoulder. Master Sknahikona is also on the cloud in a way, but don't worry about the details.

"He wanted to increase rice production, so he asked me to send a bunch of people to this village for technical guidance. I'm in trouble. I need you to tell the village chief that."

"We can't even accept it on our own."

……

I'm a girl and a god saying something common sense, but if I have to, Mr. Village Chief, I'll definitely smash it up and move on.

Instead of names, there's nothing a village chief can do that doesn't even come out in the making.

"And if you start making rice elsewhere, you'll lose the character of this village."

"Right. We need to differentiate ourselves from other villages with something."

"No, why do we have to differentiate?"

Asuka and Sukhnahikona, who are worried about how to get to the village, don't care about the local resident Saros.

You see reality for your age. Saros is satisfied with that if you have just enough harvest to eat.

"If they grow spices and stuff, they can get rich all at once."

"This land is difficult because of the temperature and humidity. Why don't we go with the same rice?"

"Ah, that's good. I want some mochi. Mochi"

Sometimes there's just talk that it was exchanged for the same amount of sand, and spices are not something that can be produced in large quantities anywhere.

Or if it's that easy to cultivate, Mr. Magellan hasn't bothered to go around the world or anything.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Er..."

On the other hand, Saros-kun tilts his neck because he doesn't know what the mochi is.

Asuka can't think of any other similar products on the question, so I'm worried about how she explained it.

"It's a pasty meal that crushed a sticky comeback called rice."

"Right, right. That's why I often die because of my grandfather and grandmother."

"What is that noisy food?"

Following Sukhnahikona's explanation, Asuka begins to explain the dark side of the mochi for some reason.

But I have to say that the Japanese, who don't stop eating mochi knowing the slightest danger of death, are just full of food.

I told a foreigner I knew I was going to eat a river pig, "Are they insane!?" and it is not Dada who suspects the contents of his head.

"I can't help it because it's delicious."

"It's delicious, so you can't help it."

"It's not an acceptable risk you have no choice!?

Here is a groove of delicious, problem-free Japanese and other worldly people who haven't eaten that much.

The other world is still peaceful today.