Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

The “welcome feast” was coming to an end.

"Lord Yamato, is this seat vacant?

"Oh, I'm fine. Mayor of the village"

The village chief of Uld sits down in front of me.

The old blacksmith Gaton went back to the workshop earlier to do a fresh book of my requested new drawings.

I'm the only one in the village squares who drinks and chats.

"Did you enjoy the feast, Lord Yamato"

"Not bad"

"That's good."

The old village chief comes to say a word of gratitude. He is always polite and polite.

"Sa, Lord Yamato. Would you like another drink?"

"Oh, I'll have it"

The village chief pours alcohol into my cup. The secret local liquor of the village is slightly crusty, but it tastes good enough to drink.

"Speaking of which, before the feast, it seemed like they were going to the observation deck with our granddaughter..."

"I was discussing the future village"

"I see, do you?"

The village chief of this village is this old man.

But in recent years, when he was getting older, his granddaughter Risha had taken the lead in bringing the villagers together.

Yeah, well, I'm working with her, and I'm talking to her about things.

"Riesha is acting village chief and head of the village. Myself (Yamato) is the Village Ideaman '... This operating position of the village is a human resources project that the village chief also asked me to

"By the way, village chief, I need to ask you something."

"What is it? Ask what it is, Lord Yamato."

The village chief tells me to answer anything to the best of his ability. His knowledge, the oldest in the village, is said to be the best in the village.

Okay, let's just say I'm sweet on your word and ask.

"I don't like to go far. Ask them straight in. Who's" The People of Wold "?

"Are you the" people of Wold "...? Well..."

"As far as I can tell. Let me hear it for the future."

…………

The village chief becomes silent on too abrupt a question.

Pretty awkward vibe, but I really wanted to hear about it.

"Who are the people of Uld?

During the past month, I have been concerned and questioned with hunting and living with the children of the village.

"Can I just tell you a little old story, Yamato?"

"Oh."

The village chief opens his mouth to see if my thoughts made sense. Those eyes that have decided to do so are serious in themselves.

"Once upon a time there was a tribe aimed at the hegemony of a crowded continent..."

The village chief speaks quietly.

The tribe was born with strange powers and excellent physical abilities. With its power, it survives a time of herd ambition and proceeds to victory until the reunification of the continent.

But one day.

In the betrayal of his men, whom he believed, the country perishes.

"The few surviving clans have chosen to migrate to the surrounding mountainous areas and live secluded with nature…"

The village chief's old story ends quietly.

He said this is an oral tradition that is passed on only to historical village chiefs among the villages. A secret fact that no one else knows.

Are you saying that the descendants of the "clan” are the people of Wold?

"It's an old story from the Heritage."

The village chief did not deny my question.

In other words, this would be a true story. The ancestors of the people of Uld were a battle tribe that fought and won the war.

"I see... so children are highly physically capable and fit"

"Wold's blood has also thinned. Now you have the power to crush rocks and run through the sky."

That would mean that the people of old Urd would have been able to do it. It is a horrible story, albeit inherited by oral tradition.

(But now I'm convinced)

Listen to the village chief and resolve my problems. [M]

What was strange to me was the existence of excellent physical and learning abilities for the children of the village.

They use the crossbow (crossbow) they bring in from modern Japan lightly just to teach them a little bit. He was successively absorbing the techniques I taught him, such as working with the Great Shield and covert actions in the woods.

The children of the village are all about the years from kindergarten to elementary school. It was different when compared to children in modern Japan.

"Right. I'm going to teach my kids how to fight during the winter."

"How to fight………"

The village chief's eyebrows move pickly.

Maybe he was upset by my exact suggestion.

"It's for the self-defense of the village. Don't feel bad."

"Then you have no choice..."

Combat training is essential to protect the village from external threats.

I was also talking to the old blacksmith Gaton earlier, but there is still a lot of commotion in this world.

It's a dream story to be stuck in a mountainous village on the border and live in peace like a clan country.

I heard the secret of the people of Uld from the village chief, and I was determined to teach my children how to fight. Instead of protecting them all the time under my shelter, we teach them the way to survive on their own.

"Tomorrow is early. Let me sleep first today."

The meeting with the village chief is over, and I rise from my seat to my bed.

The welcome feast has an atmosphere that lasts a little longer. If it had been so exciting, it would have been okay without me as the lead actor.

"Good night, Lord Yamato."

The village chief drops me off with a polite greeting. There has already been no earlier upset and it is the usual courteous tone.

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you another question"

"Yes, what is it?

"The night I first came to this village. You didn't tell the kids to bring the" welcome nut ”presentation, did you?

"... what is it about?"

To the unexpected last question, the village chief clogs the words. I was more upset than I was earlier.

"I don't like to go far. Remember that."

"……… I command my liver"

The village chief did not deny it. In other words, my predictions would have been true.

"In the custom of this village of Uld, we offer gifts to travellers. As a sign of welcome!

I have nothing to do with the children who gave me "welcome nuts”.

Perhaps at the behest of the skilful village chief, the children visited me, who had just come to the village.

I don't know why I did it, but tonight I was able to double-check.

"I still can't eat you, Mr. Jii, you are"

"He said to me," Old Master Yamato. "

"I'm counting on you in the future"

Pocaface as if nothing had happened. The village chief drops me off with polite words.

(It's Jii, who can't be alarmed...)

At first glance, the village chief is a harmless and courteous gentleman. But he was actually quite a connoisseur.

(but not the type I hate)

To the presence of a tender and dependable village chief, I head to bed laughing bitterly in my heart.

Beyond a harsh winter, dreaming of a spring of hope.