Why don't you build a village on top of the world tree

First story, traveling.

"Amane, get me some water before you train in the morning"

"Copy that, Ji-chan. Get ready for it."

As my raised parents, Jichako and old Jaynes, told me, I left the house with a scalpel on my shoulder that caught two wooden pots back and forth.

I live with two people in a house on the outskirts of Lemuk Village, so the hard work of this hand is in my hands.

"But seriously, I didn't know you were going to be reincarnated"

I look up at the dark sky and laugh bitterly because it hasn't dawned yet.

Maybe fifteen years after I was born in this world, I finally got a sense of reality, but sometimes I remember things from my previous life.

Enjoy the feel of "bark" on the back of your feet through the soles of your shoes, while I head to the water intake area for a small run with the meaning of training.

There is no such thing as a well in this world. Not because it hasn't been invented, but because it can't be made in principle.

Anyway, there's no ground here.

"It's on the world tree."

This world, which seemed to gush by now after fifteen years of reincarnation, was fantastically extreme.

Human beings - elves as it were from my previous life's knowledge - have a lifespan of a thousand years. It seems to be a difficult physical condition for children to be able to form, and they do not seem to be in trouble due to the fact that the population is growing too much.

In this world they all make dwellings on the branches of the world tree, and they make villages, and they make towns, and they make cities, and they live.

If you look up, the branches of the world tree will emerge in the sky that have begun to whiten, with varying thickness.

The thickest branches are hundreds of meters in width, however world-tree and other flavors. I can't see it coming from here.

In spite of the anxiety associated with the scaffolding on the branches of the trees, flying and jumping is not frightening.

But of course, there is harm, so it is not on the ground, so it is said that I dug it up. I just mass produce scraps and water does not come out. Digging up without permission in the first place is a criminal activity.

The pot that I am holding up with a scale stick is not made of clay, it is made of wood that was cut out of the branches of the world tree.

It took me fifteen years to get used to everything because it's different from the exact way of life I put my foot on the ground in my previous life. Well, life expectancy is over a thousand years, so maybe it's not even as big as fifteen years.

I'm so fantastic about a monophonic elf that if my predecessors heard about it, they might well take out their smartphones. There's no magic, but there's something magical about it.

When I arrived at the water intake, I lowered my scale stick and held one pot. It's quite a size though wooden, so it's dangerous if you can't support it with both hands, even if it's me who held the adults close.

Place the kettle at the tip of the world tree leaves and place another kettle at the tip of another world tree leaves in the same way.

I can get morning dew on the giant leaves of a cold world tree in the night air. When I look at giant leaves that seem like a little house, I illusion like even dwarfs have become.

I thought I was a coloboccle. It's not a fluke leaf, it's a world tree leaf.

Morning dew accumulated in the leaves flows along the leaf veins, gathering, and accumulating at the tip of the leaves.

"I wonder if it's something like this"

Follow the leaves properly with your fingertips to make a breakthrough. Yeah, I made another boring gag.

Morning dew falls from the tip of the shaken leaves and enters the wooden pot. It got a little zero, but I've never crossed a lot.

By the time I filled the two pots with water, the morning sun was rising.

I put the kettle down to watch the morning sun and look back.

It extends into the morning sun, as the branches of the world tree so far away as Kasumi points out.

World tree branches covered in brown bark and giant world tree leaves wet and sparkling with morning dew.

It's a familiar sight, but it's a sight to behold.

I lifted the kettle up again with a scale stick and pointed my foot at Jicha's house, the parent of the breeding.

Follow the same path as you did when you came home. It's a treehouse by classification because it's on top of a world tree, but the branches of the world tree are not much different from previous life homes because they're hundreds of meters wide.

Old Jaynes, nine hundred and thirty years old, a landlord, was waiting for me to return in front of Rutsu-chan's house in the attic on two floors of wood, with bows and arrows for two.

She has bright white hair that makes her feel old, but her body looks faded and muscular. You look like an old samurai who looks good with the letter "QUALITY RIGHT" when you're standing in silence.

"Oh, Amane, are you home? It was fast."

'Cause nobody was here.

"Luckily, I thought I'd stop by the woman's house. It will be almost fifteen. One or two or ten or a hundred or a thousand women you want to hold, there will be."

Why did you multiply it ten times from the middle of nowhere?

"He said collecting all the people who live in the village won't reach 800 people. The other two hundred sprang up somewhere."

When I put in the scratch, Jicha looks at me like she was impressed as she stroked her white beard.

"That temper to deal with all the villagers, young and old, is a big deal, Amane. I don't care if there's any more holes."

"Why does that happen?"

A second scratch just now.

However, Ji-chan waves back and forth with her hands on her hips without feeling overwhelmed.

"In about a hundred years, you can have the rest of them in your head. Here's the hole."

Put your right hand in a barrel.

My temper to scratch shriveled, and I sighed and carried the kettle into the house.

He says he's a good-looking old man with deep carvings and flavors even when he's older, but the contents are porn kid elementary school students. on a level that is really out of hand.

"Don't go in there because the kettle is a hole."

"Who will!

I said back to the voice that chased me from behind, and I put the kettle down, and I cleaned out the scale stick and went outside.

"Jicha, bow"

"Here."

Grab the bow thrown by Jicha in the air, check the string tension, etc., and then hang the arrow barrel that was standing on the wall of the house on his shoulder.

While I was going to get some water, there were about thirty pieces installed by Tsuki-chan, dotted four or five hundred meters away.

Jicha stands next to me and points to the target.

"Well, I guess I'll start my morning training. This morning, I shoot three numbers from Target XVII to fly. As soon as possible."

"Okay."

Look for the seventeenth target and keep an arrow on the bow.

Jicha took a step back and opened her mouth.

"Be polite with the intention of breaking the membrane."

"Distract me, so don't punch me in the bottom line!

"Hit a servant with an offal?

"I don't know!

There's really nothing I can do, this guy.

Until then when it comes to the usual things, but it's a rather sad fact that this is always the case.

Arrange bows as taught by Jicha since the age of seven. Bows made by sharpening the branches of the world tree use long and short bows according to their application, but in practice they often handle long bows. It is also the long bow that is taught by Jicha.

Squeeze the strings and shoot them out one after the other with the seventeenth, twentieth, and twenty-third. Next on the thirtieth, it starts with the third.

Fly the arrow through the ninth, which is placed behind the seventh, into a bow, to the twelfth.

"Number fifteen, let every eighteen in the back penetrate and shoot through."

After receiving additional instructions from Jicha, I set a target on the fifteenth, while increasing the leg opening and squeezing the strings through my head.

The unleashed arrow penetrated the fifteenth and stood on the eighteenth.

After that, shoot through the target in order and finish the training.

I let go of more than thirty arrows to keep standing, but I can't get tired of the training I've been doing for years.

"Amane still has a talent for fast fire."

Jicha looks over at the target and strokes his jaw.

"I hate premature ejaculation, so be careful"

"Why did you take the story that way!

I want you to stop shaking your bottom story right after you praise me. I honestly can't be happy.

"I'm going to retrieve the target, so get in the house first."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry"

Jicha brutally strokes her head.

The treatment of children remains the same, even though the fifteen year old of an adult is already close. They're over nine hundred years old, so I guess I'm no different than I was born today yesterday.

Until I'm three years old, I'm a young man. It's a world of idioms and idioms.

Collect the target and bring it into the house, and I'll leave the house with my luggage in one hand.

"I'm going to the workshop. I'm gonna stop by the market on my way home, but you got something hanging up or something?

"Right. I want salt."

"Okay. I'll get it."

I also heard about your use from Jicha, and I headed to the village. Jicha's house is outside the village.

Walk on the branches of the world tree. This branch with the village of Lemuk, where I live, is roughly five hundred meters wide. The general road in the previous life was just over three meters, and the width around Gunma Prefecture in the Rinen River was about five hundred meters?

They say if you go to the trunk, it's going to be different, but there's basically not much land available. Land, or tree branches.

Arrive at the village and I'll be on my way to the workshop in no time.

"Grandma, here we go."

Oh, Amane, is that you?

Calling to the workshop, the old man, who had carved the design into a sculpture knife, stops working and looks at me.

"Just get up there. You don't have time for this anymore."

"Well, sweeten to your words,"

Take off your shoes and go up to the workshop and replace them with work shoes.

Hands a near-made bow that stood against the wall.

Grandma looked at the bow and put her arms together.

"You're going to make it somehow."

"I don't know what to do within today. I don't know if Jicha will use it."

What I'm building is a work tool that I give to my parents at a bar mitzvah.

In this world, it is customary to give work tools to parents in order to thank them for what they have raised.

It doesn't have to be a practical thing because it's only a ritual custom, but I don't want it to be a decoration if I'm going to give it away anyway, and I'm asking my old man in the workshop to coach me.

Nevertheless, since the bow Jicha uses in action is the finest bow made from a demon worm (mazumi) similar to the Nanafushi called Branch Mimic, he won't be using a bow made by me that isn't even a professional craftsman.

"These kinds of feelings matter. It's rare for a young man to make it this far."

That's what Grandma says, watches my work.

"My daughter has a lot to do around here."

"You're cleaning this workshop, aren't you? I think he's a good guy."

Keep following your daughter, Grandma looks around the workshop.

"That's right. I've been aggressive about cleaning and cooking from a small point on, but I didn't show any interest in making a fine piece of work. Amane, will you succeed me?

"I'm sorry, because I'm a demon bug hunter. I have other dreams."

Jicha taught me to bow, but I don't know sculpture or anything.

I'm only fifteen, and I know it'll be a thing there if I start now, but I have a dream. I don't have time to train in the workshop.

"Hey, I got it!

Sometimes the work continued while we talked, and the bow was completed.

Try to pull the string once and see how it feels. The bow, which was the moment I let it go, reverted, and the pan sounded petty.

Pretty good job. Although it is slightly inappropriate, I think it is good enough for practicing.

"Can you put me here until tomorrow's bar mitzvah?

"Oh, don't forget to pick it up."

Raise a ready bow and ask Grandma for permission.

I put my bow against the wall, and after cleaning, I left the workshop behind.

Walk down a leaky path with bark and aim for the market.

The market is lined with vegetables from this world such as Matra and Mippa. On the rug spread by the merchants in and out were sold dried meat of livestock similar to a sheep named Koyo, which is not raised in this village of Lemuk.

Thirty coyote thigh bacon. If you are malnourished and cut down on food costs, the meat is still expensive, considering that the cost of food for two people is fifty iron coins.

"Oh, Amane, is that you? You're getting big."

A merchant finds me and calls me. By the time I finally started walking alone, I was just already in and out of the village, and I'm familiar with my face.

"Are you almost an adult?

"You say that every time I see you, don't you? Tomorrow, it's an adult ritual."

"Oh! Finally, Amane, do you mean you're alone? She fell down at the entrance to the village and poured water all over the place."

"Don't say that."

I was talking to you years ago. It was ten years ago.

"No, no, I didn't cry a lot. The men in the village complimented Amane on you, did they?

"I don't care what you say while you sneak around, you lack credibility."

Pointing out, the merchant laughed Kerakera.

"So, what do you want today?

"Do you have salt?

"The finest products made of cloud-no-layers -"

"The guy in the clouds is fine."

"It's a shithole."

In this world, the branches of the world tree are divided by reference to the height at which clouds can be made, and are called the upper, middle, and lower cloud layers. In branches above the cloud no layer, the salt can be removed when the bark is simmered. Salt was limited to imports because the village of Lemuk is in the lower cloud layer.

Salt made of cloudy no-layers has little influence or pleasant sweetness from the sap of the world's trees, making it a seasoning that brings salt to light. Because it is expensive, I am not going to buy it this time.

Buy a piece of salt prepared by the merchant for me with an iron coin.

When I went home off the village after the market, Jicha was making arrows by hand.

If it exceeds nine hundred, it will be a multitude of arts, or the arrows of finished products arranged on the desk can be defeated by the artisans there. Straight shaft without distortion. There is also fine construction on the arrows according to the application. They're all made of wood scraped from branches of the world tree.

"I bought you salt."

"Keep me under the floor."

"Ok"

"Don't use strange words once in a while, Amane."

Throw salt in the underfloor storage and I'll head to the bookshelf.

Pull out a map of the world tree that Jicha bought when she was young when she was traveling all over the place.

My village of Lemuk is located east of the world tree. From there, towards the western trunk, there is also the skyscraper Joynesley, the largest densely populated area in this world.

Skyscrapers. It's about cities that have gone from the lower cloud to the upper cloud. There are only two things in this world.

Every time I turn this map, I think of the work I've done in my last life.

I want urban development. Because even if he died, he couldn't die, so he was reincarnated.

- I want to build a skyscraper.

The night I was fifteen, I was dressed in a dress.

It is a luxury product made from a giant spider yarn that creates a nest with a radius of more than twenty metres called Bird Eater Spider. A number of buttons are also decorative and sculpted one by one.

"Oh, that's so sweet."

Jicha looks at me and puts her arms together.

It's a village bar mitzvah.

In this world, fifteen years old is considered an adult.

I also thought it would be a lonely bar mitzvah because I'm the only one in the village who turned fifteen this year, but we're all just hungry for excuses to make noise and are happy to prepare for a grand ceremony.

I'm a little scared of village enthusiasm. If I step into the village now, all I see is a future where I will be mocked while being hung with words of celebration.

Jicha strokes her mustache, looking at me with delight.

"It's been fifteen years since I picked you up. It's early."

"Jicha is over nine hundred years old. How many times mine?"

"Sixty-two times better."

I'm going to give you a blatant and outrageous number, but it's true, so I can't help it. It's an overwhelming difference in life experience, including in previous lives.

"The difference in age can be represented by a multiple, but I'm sad that the difference in women's experience can only be represented by additions. Hey, virginity."

"Whatever you hang on zero, it's zero, and it's a big favor!

After more than 900 years of living, why is it still only porn in my head, this grandfather?

I sit in my chair and look at the village. From this house on the outskirts of the village, there was a good view of the bustling village.

Jicha, sitting in the chair across the street, follows my gaze and looks at the village.

"The villagers are still alive."

"Kind of lights up, though."

When you think you're getting ready for me, I really do.

I have vague memories at the time, but I was dumped over the branches of the world tree here, and I heard Jicha came to defeat the stupid giant bug called the Devil Bug and protected me.

So, I'm a stranger to this village if I may, but they still all celebrate their mitzvahs.

Jicha laughed furiously as she saw through my mind.

"It's only natural to take care of a child. I don't even have to imitate you two."

Two of the wings, who are the characters of mythology in this world.

A couple who became birds of the wings when demons overflowed the earth, and they brought their children and grandchildren to this world tree to bring our ancestors?

So much so that there is such a myth that people in this world take care of their children.

Jicha looked at me with a sip of water in the glass.

"Amane, you're going to grow up sunny too, but what are we going to do?

"What do you want me to do?

"You're leaving the village, right?

Nod to the question, I look at the bookshelf on the wall.

Before Jicha settled in this village, the map fit in there when she worked as a demon bug hunter.

"I want to get out of the village and look around while I'm a demon bug hunter"

"Again?"

I thought I'd look lonely, but Jicha laughed happily against my expectations.

"You are still the son of Non. I didn't know you'd make up your mind to go and hold women from all over the world before the bar mitzvah."

"Hey, here!

"What's the difference? Right, men too."

"Not at all. Don't take it personally!

At all, there was no alarm or gap.

I moisten my throat with a glass of water before revealing why I decided to leave the village.

"I want to see the skyscraper."

"Skyscrapers... you mean Yoinsley or Beautellam"

Jicha also glimpses a map of the bookshelf.

Skyscrapers, it is the largest city in this world.

In this world where clouds can be divided into three layers based on the height of the clouds, the cloud-no-layer, and the cloud-no-layer, the places where people live are divided into villages, towns, cities, and skyscrapers.

If only on one level, it is called a town, and a city spanning two floors, a huge city spanning all three floors, is called a skyscraper and is respected. Even in town, on a single branch of the world tree, this lemuk-like place calls it a village.

Currently, there are only two skyscrapers in this world: Yoinsley, east of the world tree, and Beautellarm, west.

I've always wanted to go check on those two skyscrapers since the day I found out they existed.

But I'm only going to look at it for reference.

"Jicha, I want to build a skyscraper. The third skyscraper."

"Ho."

Jicha shrugs and stares at me.

I want to do a leftover urban development job that I did in my previous life, which I've been holding onto in my chest since I was in the mood in this world.

I want to see a city created with my hands and reborn to go.

In the past life, he ended up dead before he saw him reborn, but I want to try to live without such remorse in this world.

Jicha read the determination out of my eyes or opened her mouth with a serious face without tearing it up.

"I taught you how to work as a warbug hunter, but even if you can make a living from it, you can't build a skyscraper."

"I think so, too. That's why I'm trying to qualify as an architect. Yukukuku is going to be a bridge-builder on it."

Architects and bridge-builders in this world are professions that require important qualifications that, if false, can lead to extreme sentencing.

This world makes villages and towns inhabited by men on branches. Naturally, the branches have load limits, and if we were to build large groups of buildings such as villages and towns unplanned, the branches would break, and all the people who lived on them would go to the roots of the world tree.

So it is also unacceptable for architects who calculate the load limits of branches and plan and build houses to be named without obtaining permission issued by the clan of founders of the skyscraper.

Naturally, I have a reputation for having a difficult qualification exam.

And architects have their superior profession, the Bridge Builder.

It is a necessary qualification when building bridges and other structures across multiple branches, an elite position that cannot be named without diving through a considerable difficulty test.

If you want to create a skyscraper that spans three layers, from the lower cloud to the middle cloud, and even the upper cloud, you will definitely need your knowledge and credentials as a bridge builder.

Jicha strokes her beard with a difficult face.

"You're out big. It will be difficult for you to get a disciple into the Jianqiao family. Can you guess at the master?

"I'm going to ask for a direct apprenticeship because I think the Jianqiao family lives in Saratin City."

This is all I have to say to look forward to, but I have never left the village. This is the plan I have now.

Because Jicha knows that, too, she didn't ask me in any particular detail.

"If you're a Demon Bug Hunter, you're going to be able to work on your own tomorrow. Don't worry about anything if you just live. The desire to build a skyscraper is also a good dream for a young man. When it comes to understanding and challenging difficulties, Noh will support you."

"Thanks"

I thought I might be able to hold you back, but I was surprised to get your permission.

Jicha looks at me laughing at Nimanima.

"Did you think I'd hold back?

"Bye."

Jicha chuckles.

"When I was younger, I walked around. Sometimes I have experience gained from that. I know it's early, but you can have as much of your own ass as you want to grow up."

"In Jicha's case, weren't you chasing around a woman's ass?

"I'm satisfied with myself."

I said it without offense, and Jicha laughed grandly.

At that time, the door of the house was slammed rampantly.

"My God, Grandpa Jaynes!

I can't even wait for the door to open, so I can be called from the outside.

Soon I will stand up and exchange my gaze.

"Why don't you just calm down and talk?"

While Jicha goes to open the door, I take the bow and arrow that are standing against the wall.

A village boy stood at the end of the front door opened by Jicha.

The boy points toward the village and opens his mouth all the time saying it's too bad to breathe.

"I just got word there was a bruncheater at the base of the branch. He wants me to crusade him right away."

I still give my bow and arrow to Hajicha, thinking it was a demon worm.

Branch eater, commonly known as branch eater, is a giant beetle about three metres long that eats and roughs the branches of the world tree, as its name suggests.

If it is damaged, the branches will be broken, and every village will fall to the bottom of the Nara. As soon as discovered, crusade is recommended.

Amane, let's hurry.

Jicha speaks to me with her work face and runs out as she slips through the side of the boy with a figure that doesn't make her feel old.

I chased after him with my own bow and arrow.

Running toward the base of a branch where Lemuk Village is located, I saw Branch Eater for a while.

biting and chewing branches with powerful jaws. A large double eyed eye worthy of a giant body nearly three meters would already capture me too.

"Don't be eaten much. Have you delayed your discovery?"

Jicha stares at her face, bows, and squeezes.

The arrow released from Jicha's strong bow shot through Bruncheater's double eyes in a straight line.

Branch eaters who were eating branches stop eating and move their tentacles.

"Amane, turn around to the right side. If you shoot through the base of your head, you'll move dull."

"Okay."

I have been in action several times before, so I have no particular fear. You just have to do what you always do.

While Jicha is drawing attention, I turn to the right side of the bruncheater to take the longer arrow from the arrow barrel and pull the bow.

I saw the distance from the brunch eater, and I put my bow about eighty degrees up and let go of the arrow.

An arrow that flies into the mountains strikes from directly above the bruncheater, shooting through the base of his neck and turning him into a branch of a world tree.

Immediately release the second shot to prevent the right leg joint of the branch eater from ejecting and moving.

The Branch Eater has a strong vitality, and even if it chops off its head, it is Theory who makes it move for a while.

Jicha takes a sharp iron arrow and squeezes the strings full of force. Made from the mouth of a bird named Ironmouth Bird, it is a dedicated arrow when stabbing a stop at a demon worm.

The iron arrow that Jicha unleashed at all costs pierced the head of the branch eater without overaiming.

The weak, brunch eater is moving his safe left leg, but he'll be dead soon.

Jicha hangs her bow on her shoulder.

"I'm glad you're a weak individual, but don't worry about the slightly more devastating"

To Jicha's words, I look around the branches of the world tree.

This branch we're wearing is 500 meters wide, but most of the bark has been exposed due to the damage caused by the bruncheater.

Deeply dictated bite marks followed diagonally by about seven hundred meters, like a little cliff.

"Are you okay, this"

"The life force of the world tree doesn't cause branches to die because they're stupid, but I'm concerned about the load limit. We need to call the Kagai guy."

When Kagai, the architect of the village of Lemuk, uttered his name, he saw the hunters running from the village.

He looks relieved when Mr. Lott, who was in the lead, finds a desperate bruncheater.

"Was it over? It's Grandpa Boulder Jaynes and Amane."

"He was a weak individual. But the damage is enormous. Get me Kagai."

Nodding at Jicha's words, Mr. Lott speaks to the hunter behind him and makes him run for Mr. Kaguy.

Mr. Lott looked surprised when he noticed the clothes I was wearing after he looked at the food damage and frowned.

"Amane, are you here in that outfit?

I look indescribable not only to Mr. Lott, but also to the other hunters, dressed in costumes to go out to the mitzvah.

"I didn't have time to get dressed. It's not broken, so take a look."

"I'm not worried about my clothes. I thought I was injured hunting demon worms with such hard to move clothes. I hope you're okay."

Even though he says he's no longer a child, Mr. Lott puts his hand on my head and brutally strokes me like he's been doing for a long time.

Nevertheless, in this world with a lifespan of a thousand years, Mr. Lott is a little over three hundred this year, so sensibly I guess I'm like a baby born today yesterday. Adding to my previous life's age can't even reach 300 years old, and I can't get out strong either.

"Even the bar mitzvah is a disaster, but let's say you think it's foiled. Don't be discouraged, you're the star of the day."

"He said he wouldn't be depressed by this. Or my neck hurts."

"I can't believe you hurt your neck to this extent. You don't work out enough."

Such an unscrupulous.

Apparently the damage caused by Branch Eater was more serious than I thought, and as soon as the investigation was completed, there was a place for discussion.

After attending the meeting with Jicha, I sit in my seat as I am thrown a word of celebration for my adulthood.

When the village chief looked around the meeting room to make sure they were all there, he called out to Mr. Kagai to start.

Nod, Mr. Kaguy gets up.

"The scale of the damage caused by Branch Eater was quite serious. We've recalculated the load limit as well, so look here."

Mr. Kaguy spreads the paper with the results of the calculations.

I flushed it, and the faces in the meeting room looked uniformly dark.

Mr. Kagai opens his mouth like it's hard to say.

"I think you can see that the load limit amount of this branch is critical due to this dietary damage. Of course, it's a number that I could afford, but it's impossible to keep the village alive."

"You mean you need to be alienated, right?

Jicha speaks what no one tries to say.

Mr. Kagai pulled his jaw and saw the village chief.

The village chief opens his mouth.

"With a deadline until the branches recover, the villagers are asked to alienate. I'm going to arrange a place of neglect here for those without relatives, but I have another decision to make."

The face-to-face of the conference room looks anxiously at the word decision-makers in the midst of endangering the viability of the village.

But the village chief smiled to reassure him, then mouthed the rest.

"This one case is only a problem because this village of Lemuk is on a single branch. You can't alienate a branch that keeps its life every time it gets damaged. So I decided to do a support branch."

"Supporting branches?

Jicha explains to Lot, the warthog hunter who tilted his neck.

"It's a construction that stretches and heals new branches from the trunk of a world tree or from another branch, and supports them from the bottom. By distributing the load, the limit amount is increased, while also being insured against this kind of injury."

"Oh, I see."

Moving his gaze from Lot, who looked convinced, to the village chief and Kagai, Jicha strokes his jawbeard.

"Supporting branches shouldn't be possible without qualification as a bridge-builder, but what are we going to do?

"I'm going to keep in touch. You'll have to ask Kagai's master."

"What about the branch escort during the construction period?

"I want the Devil Bug Hunter to stay in the village, not alienate, mainly old Jaynes and Lot. I have manpower to take care of the village."

It seems to be alienation with the least amount of manpower necessary to maintain the village.

Jicha looked at me. If you're leaving the village, you want to say you should make a statement on this occasion.

I raise my hand and speak.

"Excuse me. I was leaving the village, so I can't stay."

"What, Amane, do you want to go on a journey"

Mr. Lott asks as surprised.

When I nodded back, well, I groaned and looked lonely.

"Well, maybe it's a good opportunity"

"I'm distressed when the village is in trouble..."

"You won't have to worry about that area. Isn't that right, village chief?

The village chief nodded when Mr. Lott spoke to him.

"As for the Devil Bug Hunter, if there's an old Jaynes or a lot, I can put it together. Amane is good, but the others won't lose. You should safely embark on your journey. But every once in a while, Jaynes, you're gonna have to write one of your letters to Old Man."

"Thank you"

I can hear the words, "I'll miss you from around here," but I don't have a voice to pack up that the village is leaving at a difficult time. Instead, I even hear voices congratulating me on my travels.

"Until a few years ago, I was walking. Amane's going on a journey. The months go by so fast."

"I've been solid for a long time, but sometimes you worry a little because you dodge"

"Go fetch some water and fall at the entrance to the village."

"You're going to fall over and over in the same place. I laughed at that."

My failures are spoken of.

He's shrinking. He looked at me, and the village chief laughed bitterly and stopped everyone.

"Keep it around there. Rather, it's a period of neglect, but it's estimated in ten years. The completion of the support branches will be roughly the same."

They only have branches of the world tree that grow so fast that they think they are bamboo, and grow enough to support the weight of the village in a decade.

If I had ten years, would I qualify as an architect?

I just want to come back once as an architect when the alienation is solved and people come back to the village.

At the end of the meeting, the participants rose one after the other.

I guess I'm going to head out to the districts and tell the residents about the alienation.

Guys, gently tap my shoulder or stroke my head to celebrate the doorstep before leaving the auditorium.

"We're going home, too. Amane will have to prepare for the journey."

"I have clothes and stuff for you. And then there's food and stuff."

Stand up with me while I return my words.

Exit the auditorium and head to the house off the village.

"Speaking of which, I need to give Jicha a bow"

"Is that the bar mitzvah?"

Nodding, I think of a bow in the workshop that I couldn't stop by because of the noise of the bruncheater.