Even though it was a different world, it was not a medieval Western style. It's not like an RPG
Neither cheat ability nor administrator privileges could be used, and I couldn't see my status.
I don't remember being hit by a truck when I came to this world, so of course …If you dare to say, the retro-modern world.
Dense wooden construction, galvanised iron with tiled roof, bare light bulbs and tatami mats. Wooden window frames and wooden telephone poles that are not aluminium. Electric wires stretched around for unknown purposes, an Enamel signboard, and a wooden fence.
In such a "Showa" scene with a fusion of inorganic buildings and factories, giant unidentified machines and buildings. Scenes such as cobblestones and stylish street corners reminiscent of Western Europe from the century before last are mixed.
In addition, you can see and hide the exotic designs of the Middle East and Southeast Asia, and if you look more closely, you can find "something" that seems to have escaped from the world of nightmares.
A strange world where such "nostalgic things" and "unknown things" are mixed that's what I see right now.
And if you close the shoji on the window of your room, you get the illusion of being in an old apartment in the original world or a shrivelled inn.
Speaking of which, can you roughly understand the environment in which I am? Is the technological stage of this world about the 1950s or 1960s?
It's ambiguous about this world or the city where I live.
(To me now, at best, I only know about this city, maybe in the future
Because even this city is weird and all you can't understand)
This is because it is based on a magical thing called "psychic power" rather than electric power.
What is psychic power? How is it different from electric power? Please don't ask me because it's a simple thing for me. At first glance, it looks like a standard light bulb. It shines above me. Naturally, it shines with psychic power. With that in mind, it was different from the light bulbs in the world I remembered.
It feels like it's giving off a mysterious light, maybe just because of its weak output.
So in this house, in addition to the lamp (religious light?), There is also a refrigerator and something like a fan and radio.
(Both are old-fashioned designs like those in museums, and therefore, on the contrary, it feels novel)
I don't know if it's directly related to psychic power, but thankfully the toilet has a flush. Just every time I flush the water, it's fantastic! Gabo! Zuuahhh!
Please forgive me for making the sound of hell. And because there is magic, Youkai, spirits, and youkai all exist as a matter of course.
If you walk in the dimly lit open field, you will see something black in the corner of your field of vision. And it feels like it disappears.
Also, if you walk around the city, you will occasionally see things that look different from humans.
I walked as a matter of course, and no one made noise. I live in such a city.
By the way, I'm going to talk a lot about this world or this city.
Let's talk about me first.
How did you come to this city? I don't remember. It feels like I've arrived before I knew it while I was lost. As you walk from alley to alley, the scenery around you is. It changes to something nostalgic. Something is wrong, however. It should be nostalgic.
Only the letters on the familiar signboard. It looks strange, as if it were garbled. Yes, of familiar company advertising. It's like looking at a version of a country you don't know.
What's stranger is glimpsed and hidden. After all, something that looks like a person but is not a person. I was walking … So I panicked and ran around and was exhausted.
As soon as it was picked up by a couple who were still indebted. I got help, but at first, I had a hard time.
After all, I can't understand the language. Fortunately, the words used in this city were similar to the original Japanese in the world. I was able to learn it relatively quickly.
Did I have such a linguistic talent? As soon as you want to doubt. This may be the CHEAT ability given to me. That's a joke.
But the written characters and printed matter are good. Regarding conversation, I only occasionally say "Gonyo Gonyo."
Sometimes I can't hear it. Well, this is because of my listening ability. There are different words other than everyday words in this city.
Besides, words other than people …I can't afford to be the couple who picked me up forever.
I tried to find a way to earn a living. Fortunately, the couple introduced me to it. I appreciate it.
The job can be anything about the world in which you live, so the job of reporting in a sentence—writing ramblings on science, cultural society, entertainment, performing arts, etc. But what is it used for?
Will it be used for research? Or is it treated as entertainment? I'm not sure where the request came from in the first place. Is it a research institute or a publisher? However, "I want to know about this."
Occasionally there are some requests, and nothing is said. The salary is still paid.
This city has a somewhat developed society. There is a pretty sloppy part because people who do not have a resident card from another world can live normally.
Well, it may be unavoidable because it is a world where youkai and spirits exist. I may be treated as a kind of such thing.
It seems to be in a dream rather than a different world. There is always a vague feeling somewhere.
Even if you know something is wrong, you don't know what is wrong.
Such a feeling.
It's also related to my memory. For some reason, when I try to remember it, I can't.
I don't know why it happened, but it gives me an ambiguous feeling. I'm sure it's helping.
Now, let's get back to my life when I got used to living here. The couple who took care of me offered me, "Would you like to marry my daughter?"
The girl is constantly bright with a cute smile and short hair. It was very kind, and I was taken care of by her. I'm about two years younger than me, but I look younger because of my baby face.
Still, there are some strange things, such as being away from the world. I've been taken care of, even though I thought it was too bad for my to-be wife. She seems to like me too, so I was told by all means. I'm glad the fact that she liked me, who was mediocre. Even if I return to the original world, I have no regrets. Although I felt guilty, I immediately agreed.
Then, preparations for the marriage were made in a hurry, and the wedding was held in no time. The wedding was held at the couple's home and the house I was allowed to stay in. From the street, it looks a little big, but it looks like a house. The depth is much deeper, the so-called "eel bed."
There are a lot of unused rooms. By removing the bran, it becomes like a banquet hall in a restaurant. The ceremony was held there. Many relatives and neighbours on the other side attended.
In a dimly lit venue where many candle lights are lined up without turning on the spirit lights
Some shadows were not humans. I stood out with a crested hakama, so the woman who will be my wife, Uchikake, I thought her wedding dress would be white.
Surprisingly, it was a mysterious costume that seemed to be a mixture of Middle Eastern and Ainu-style folk costumes. I realised that even if it resembles the original world, it is different.
But she looked so beautiful wearing it. She wore a mysterious beauty that was different from usual. Even if it is a ceremony, a person who becomes a mother-in-law wears the same costume as her daughter.
(She looks so pretty and young that I can't imagine having a daughter of marriable age.)
I danced, and the old man sang a celebration song. The rest was a banquet. It was an enjoyable and impressive wedding. And about half a year has passed since the newlywed life was peaceful.
Even though it was a newlywed life, we stayed with our parents. It's not much different from before.
One day,
Our parents called us. We sat face-to-face with each other in one room. Then my father-in-law in formal wear said in a mysterious tone.
"It's about time for the—" He wanted to say, but his wife pinched him, making him shut his mouth. He changed the framing of the sentence.
He cleared his throat, looking at the couple, "Are you ready for the hospitality?"
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