I'm an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~ (web version) - Episode 2
Well, let’s see what’s going on. I found out that I was reincarnated as a baby. I was a little surprised, but I’ve heard of reincarnation before, so I don’t think it’s that confusing. It’s seem I am reincarnated as a human again. If I had been born as an animal or an insect… it’s a relief for now.
Next, let’s see where i’m reincarnated. I move my head and look around.
…what part of the country? At least not in Japan. I’ve never seen a house this LOHAS. Maybe I’m using LOHAS a bit wrong, but I don’t care.
First, the bed I’m sleeping on now. I know it’s made of wood, but at least it’s not made in Japan. It’s too roughly made. To tell the truth, it’s a “tangerine box”. It might be closer to say “a wooden box that contains imported goods sent by sea from South America”. There were many gaps and the boards were unevenly thick. It stings when I touch it.
Furthermore, the cloth in the middle of it is hard and coarse like linen. When I moved my face, it rubbed against the cloth and hurt a little. It is too irritating for a baby’s soft skin. I feel like crying.
Aside from the bed, the house itself is roughly constructed, though the thick beams running across the ceiling are magnificent.
The wall seems to be an uneven earthen wall, and there is no glass in the window frame on the right side, which seems to be made of wood, and it is supported by a wooden stick. The chair with a backrest by the bed is also made of wood and is no different in construction from the bed. The door from the left corner of my foot is also made of wood. Overall, it is reminiscent of the famous anime of the Showa era. The one with the girl in the mountain.
And there are no electric lights in the ceiling. I can’t even find the wires that run the electricity. And since there was no ceiling plate, there was no place to hide it either. In fact, as far as I could see, there were no electrical appliances in sight. Hanging on the wall near my head was probably an oil lamp. Seeing from my feet, on the other side of the door, there is something that looks like a porcelain cabinet, but it doesn’t look like an electrical appliance. It’s probably for clothing.
Maybe there is no electricity? Is it possible? Even though we can use the internet even in the hinterland of the jungle these days?
Come to think of it, I’ve heard that there is a community overseas that lives without any mechanical civilization, like reversion to nature or something. They don’t use electric appliances, cars, refrigerators, electric lights, or even bicycles. Horses are used for transportation, food is stored in smoked or dried meat from and ice chambers, then candles, torches and oil lamps are used for lighting. I’ve heard that the emergency phone at the village chief’s house is the only machine available. Maybe this is such a community. If so, it’s a little tough. It’s impossible to ask someone who has been completely immersed in the modern civilization to leave all that behind. I can’t go back to the life of the Edo period, I can’t.
When I manage to grow up to be independent, I’ll have to think about how getting out from here.
As I was thinking about this, the door opened and someone walked in. It’s a middle-aged Gaijin. She’s a woman with long dark brown hair, pulled back in a bun. Her eyes and nose are chiseled and western looking. Slightly tarry eyes and a high nose, not beautiful but not ugly too. The impression is that she seems to be kind. Her age is around 30 years old.
Her height is about 160 cm. Her body shape is slim, but she seems to have the right amount of unevenness.
She’s wearing a short brown vest over a not-so-thick raw silk shirt, a simple moss green knee-length skirt. It must have been worn for a long time, and it looks a bit weedy.
Is this person my mother?
Hmm, it’s look like here are foreign country. If I can talk to them, I can get a rough idea of where I am.
If it’s English, I can handle it. Otherwise, it might be a bit tougher. By the way, my second language in college was German, but I can barely remember it anymore! Gutentaku! That’s about it.
“waell, boy, diied yah geh’ up?”
Dialect, or rather, Japanese! Looks like, when a magical gringo speaks, it’s so strange! Hmm? Does that mean I am in Japan?
“yah’ll hahve a good toime and dreenk yoah muhthah’s meelk.”
It’s Japanese, after all. It’s a suspicious dialect, though. I thought it might be some special ability that babies have that automatically translates other languages in their brains, but there was no difference between the mouth movements and the sounds I heard. She’s definitely speaking Japanese. What does that mean?
When i had that thought, she lifted me off the bed. As it was, the woman sat on a chair by the bed and put me on her lap with her right arm to hold me in her arms. Then she unbuttoned her vest and shirt and raggedly…oh! You’re not wearing any lingerie! The presumed C!
“hy, it’s frawm the roigh’.”
No, ma’am, that’s not good! Your husband is coming home!
After all, I can’t beat my appetite. Isn’t it lust? Really? Maybe it’s because babies are still weak in reason, or maybe it’s because they’re still very hungry and they have a tremendous sense of hunger from earlier on. This must be an instinct. So, excuse me and let me to.
Thank you for the meal. It’s like thin low-fat milk plus a little condensed milk? Yeah, it tasted nutritious. I’m full.
After a pat on the back and a ‘kepp’, she put me back on the bed.
“hmm, ih’ hahven’t come eow’ yaeh’.”
I was squeezed around my crotch. Incidentally, only the diaper is made of soft cloth, and a simple sewing maternity dress is put on top of it.
“Oy’m off t’ the fields aguyn, sao whoy daon’t yah be a good boy?”
My cheeks are pecked with her fingertips. It’s a little rough and hard fingertips, but I can feel the affection. Not bad.
Hmm, apparently we’re farmers. It’s natural for the community to be self-sufficient, so it’s not strange to be a farmer. However, the Japanese language is a mystery to me. I’ve never heard of such a community in Japan. There’s no reason to use Japanese in foreign countries, either.
…How about this? This is Japan after all, but it’s the future. I heard that there was a lot of internationalization and that foreigners were living in Japan as usual, but then the civilization declined due to a global natural catastrophe or something, and over the years it returned to the medieval level.
It’s not out of the realm of possibility. It doesn’t necessarily mean I was reincarnated right after I died, and it could be hundreds of years later.
Anyway, let’s confirm it.
I’m just a baby now and there’s little I can do about it. Let’s listen to what my parents have to say without letting them now about me, and gather some decision-making information to see what the situation is like. Then I’ll decide what to do next.
Hmm? I hear slamming footsteps coming from the door. Is someone coming? My mother seems to notice it and walks to the door. Then the door opens vigorously and a middle-aged man comes in. He seems to be in a hurry and breathing heavily.
“love, yah weah in a hurry, whaht hahppen?”
Hey, is this guy my father?
The height is a little short of 180 cm. He’s wearing over a collarless raw silk shirt, same a brown vest, and underneath are a simple beige cotton pants. The length is a little short.
His arms, peeking out from his buttoned-up chest and rolled-up sleeves, are toned and tanned. He don’t look like have protruding bellies, and I’d say he’s thin and macho.
His face is still deeply sculpted, with cool eyes and a sinewy bridge of the nose, and he has a long face, and although he might look like a gentleman, the beard at the end of his chin gives him a wild look. He has pale blond hair, about the length of a bob cut, which is pulled back in a ponytail.
It’s mean, he’s handsome. Blast him!
No, no, no, thank God my father is good-looking. The fact that I have a handsome father means that I have his blood in me. I can expect a little bit of good things from him.
“There’s a monster in the woods! Dent just went to inform the master. Yah stay here and hide with ahh boy! hy, Oy’m going to help the master.”
A monster? That means this is a different world! Seriously, what?
Oh, it came out a little. No…
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