Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

With a revenge match in the alley, Subaru stood in front of the beauty of the ghetto - the collection of stolen goods - on an evening already heavily tilted by the sun.

"Ya finally found it.... I'm in a lot of trouble, Chicken Shoe."

Wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, he finally enters in front of the destination he reached.

I kind of run around, and it's been almost two hours since I got here. I could only confirm the elapsed time on my cell phone in my pocket. Definitely two hours.

"I thought I could afford it because I just went..."

It is still true that the inability to read the letters on the information board has been a major obstacle for Subaru.

In the Wang capital, which is lined with many similar streets, Subaru without land exploration cannot even rely on the notation of place names or store names.

As a result, we had no choice but to win the road in total while reproducing our memories.

"By the way, I was talking to Satella and Pack. That's how I remember the road."

The trend has been even more pronounced since entering the Glades.

Unlike a few hours ago in particular, thanks to someone politely cleaning the jersey, the response from the residents is cold. There's room for it. It's also uncooperative.

Subaru couldn't possibly do it with his interpersonal skills, such as jumping cheerfully into an exclusive atmosphere, and even when he came here Subaru was isolated and helpless.

So for now, I want to compliment myself for getting this far.

That's why rewarding yourself for your hard work.

"Finally, open it, corn potage flavor. In the first place, I even went to the convenience store because I wanted to eat this. It's not an exaggeration to say this guy's the cause of a different world summons, guilty."

Subaru opens the mouth of that bag of treats with various mouths of excuse.

The fluffy, sweet smell unleashed and dominated the nostrils by a happy sensation. Remove the confectionery from the bag and throw it from your trembling fingertips to your tongue. - Bliss, that ravaged my taste.

"Ugh... Super Ugh...! When I thought about it, I didn't eat anything. Super."

Reflect on your previous journey while eating sweets.

I've been hungry ever since I missed an apple-like fruit. I endured it for about six hours after that.

That's how he misled his hunger, while Subaru also realized he couldn't mislead his emotions.

My heart rattles and the rate of beating is unusual. The momentum, not comparable to the state of excitement in the alley earlier, allowed me to feel the feeling of blood circling my whole body.

The hands and feet are heavy and the saliva is dry independent of the confectionery. A sharp pain like being hit in the head was running around again and again with a high ear ringing.

- In this collection of stolen goods, there is the answer Subaru is looking for.

There's a sight I don't want to accidentally breathe in and remember the back of Subaru's brain.

An indoor, unarmed corpse of an old man who became a sea of blood. A powerless limb of a mutilated and dying self and Satella caught up because of that self.

"Don't freak out, don't freak out, me. Stupid... No, stupid, I am. How can you go home without looking at the answers?"

In the first place, there's nowhere to go.

Subaru noticed as his knees laughed as he never looked forward to his will and about to walk out.

Lower body that shivers and doesn't listen to you when you're reluctant. When that knee punches its fist into the lump and forces the tremor to calm down, it is now time to take a deep breath and Subaru proceeds.

In the orange sun, the door to the stolen goods collection seemed to silently refuse Subaru's visit.

such an illusion by his own weakness, Subaru fisted toward the door,

"Is anybody there?"

Though I thought it was a glimmer of hope, I gently knocked on the wooden door.

A surprisingly dull noise must have sounded inside and out. but what returns is so silent and silent that he can't stay.

The tranquility is terrible and Subaru slams the door hard knowing it's useless.

"Somebody... you've got someone! Please, reply... please"

I don't want to see the hopeless consequences of dying here.

I don't want to admit it. I want to deny the reality, and Subaru hits his fist so hard that the door snaps.

Unable to accept Subaru's passion, the door angle gradually inclined and the old butterfly connection began to deform.

- It's about that time.

"- Yikes wow!! You don't even know the signal and the word, you're going to smash the door!!

The door in front of me opens up vigorously and Subaru, who kept his weight so that he could enter, blows away.

Flying nearly five metres back from the entrance to the stolen goods collection, Subaru rolled unnecessarily on the ground, his eyes blackened and white and his face raised.

In those stunningly open eyes, an old man staring at Subaru with his face bright red at the entrance.

Big, bald old man.

The jacket, which may have been white, is brown and discolored with dust and years of sweating, and seems unhygienic to see. A slightly fragrant odor may be caused by an array.

Underneath that garment is packed with muscular flesh, and the toughness that does not make you think of anything of weakness, contrary to the appearance that makes you feel that age, is hidden.

In other words, there stood a super healthy looking jizzy with a big bald body.

"What are you! What are you doing here, hanging on an unfamiliar side! How did you know I was here, how did you get here! Whose introduction?

In a whimpering momentum, Jijii packs the distance and squeezes Subaru up with his huge palms.

Feeling her legs floating lightly, Subaru turned to herself saying she was in good shape. The case just now is special. I knew I was an ordinary, ordinary, ordinary bone.

Unless there's more to it, the base health you can't beat is this.

Nearly two meters tall, he's in charge of Jijii, and he doesn't have the energy to resist at all.

"- Here's one for your approaching mark."

Angry emotions One shard of corn potage flavored confectionery against a colorful face - it was full of refinements to throw in.

After the encounter, which would have been a fierce evil impression on each other, Subaru had been invited inside the collection of stolen goods.

Counter right in through the entrance, sitting in a fixed chair for visitors provided there, uncomfortably repositioning their buttocks.

There is a sharp irritation in the buttocks due to the fact that the seating part of the chair is given to me. If your anus is critical on the verge of an outburst, it is definitely a danger that could trigger it.

"What are you so worried about?"

"It's not like I care about dick. I don't know, give me back my confectionery bag. I didn't say I'd do it all."

Beyond the counter, it is a big old man who stands in a place that would otherwise be the owner's fixed position.

from that musculoskeletal body, he lifted a small bag to the point where he wondered if he had gone insane in distance,

"What an ass smell. You're going to hell."

"Doesn't jizzy go to hell eating such good other people's stuff on her own? It's a bad habit for a bunch of people to put themselves on a shelf and complain."

"I don't know again. Use words. This is why the young guy... stays good"

"Don't eat it!!

He rides himself out, stretches his arm, and manages to take the confectionery bag away from the old man's arm. but most of the contents are already after being tucked away in the belly of an old man.

Look inside with only a few left, Subaru drops his shoulder.

"Oh... there's a precious corn potage. You might never taste it again."

"What was such a precious food? Well, it's certainly not food I've ever seen. Why don't you ask for the rest of the replica magic?"

"Duplicate magic?

"It's not magic to add one thing into two. Gawa isn't the only one who can imitate creatures, but he can replicate them around food."

Subaru knows even more about magical convenience in the words of an old man stroking his bald head.

While I was impressed that you were omnipresent in every sense, Subaru's gaze wandered subtly indoors.

Evening burglary - there, I can't feel any trace of the tragedy Subaru has tasted.

As always, the products with zero sense of unity line up with the narrow space, unconstructively covering the vast space in the collection.

You noticed the gaze of Subaru like that, the old man in front of you narrowed his eyes meaningfully,

"What, kid - are you interested in stolen goods?

And I've poked at the core of this one.

The big old man - negotiating with someone who named him Rom (who said you should call him Grandpa Rom) went smoothly in addition to his thoughts by the golden treat he offered against his anger (in this case in the sense of being, not a metaphor).

Grandpa Rom became obsessed with the unknown taste thrown into his mouth, and as a result Subaru's body was quickly and safely freed.

After that, we have business to visit, we have listened to middle-aged people in the Glades, we have communicated them and convinced Grandpa Rom, and thus we are on the counter with each other.

Beyond the counter, Grandpa Rom put that shitty arm on the table and laughed small as he poured liquor into a thin, dirty glass,

"The purpose of the man who comes here is twofold. Bring in the stolen goods, or what can I do for the stolen goods themselves - from either of them."

"Sure, one of the purposes is that"

"One, huh? Okay, so you're saying there's something else you need to do?

Grandpa Rom's one-eyebrow rises in Subaru's conditional affirmation. Subaru nodded, then hesitated, making inquiries ready to be ridiculed. It's

"This is ridiculous... Grandpa, have you ever died recently?

He slashed his neck and right arm.

I stopped adding that word. From what I've seen, there's no joints in the neck or shoulders.

Upon Subaru's inquiry and gaze, Grandpa Rom often opened his grey eyes and then broke his face as time had moved.

"Ha ha, if you think about what you're going to say. I admit it's a dying jitter, but unfortunately, you haven't had a dead experience yet. At this age, I don't think it's a long story."

Laughing as I'd heard even in a painful joke, Grandpa Rom said, "Do you want a drink?" I would also recommend the glass to Subaru. Reluctant to hand gesture the alcoholic odor that pokes his nose, Subaru apologizes for his current statement with few words "bad".

I apologized, but the discomfort just swelled in Subaru.

This is how Grandpa Rom is exchanging words right now - Subaru saw his body.

In this place, in the dark, this old man, whose arms and throat were cut with a blade, turned into an unspeakable body.

But as he denies that sight burned in his eyes, Grandpa Rom is cramping his big body into the counter in front of Subaru.

The red face tilting the glass did pass through blood, making a clear difference from the dead phase, which was morbidly blue-white due to massive bleeding.

Grandpa Rom is definitely alive. And that, on the contrary, can be said of Subaru.

Looking back, it was a natural wound that Subaru, like Grandpa Rom, was dead. Nonetheless, this is how I visit this place with a body that leaves no such trace.

Even in his daydreams, Subaru was becoming untrustworthy with the contents of his head.

"Is all that feeling a dream...? Then how can I be in a world like this?"

The crying words that the anxiety was causing me to forget were creeping up again getting a place to calm my hips.

If that notion of self-blame is that the pain of burning fatalities only slightly touched the warmth of the girl is all but remnants in her dreams, why am I here?

At any rate, it would be better if the other world summons told me everything was a dream.

After the Summoning of the Other World, I was more convinced than told that what I felt was a dream.

"Grandpa Rom, have you seen a silver-haired girl here?

"Silver hair......? No, don't look. If it looks that prominent, I won't forget it. There was a rattle in his head."

haha, and grandpa rom laughs off lavishly, but the look on Subaru's face receiving it is not excellent.

Did you take that attitude seriously, Grandpa Rom, when he stopped laughing perfectly,

"Drink."

Shit, the glass was sticking out in front of Subaru again.

Leaning a liquor bottle into an empty glass, an amber liquid is poured into it. Against Subaru watching it in silence, Grandpa Rom said "drink" again briefly.

"No evil, but I'm not in that mood. Besides, you're not so bad for drinking."

"Dumb. Drink up and call evil a kid. Drink up and burn the inside of your stomach. I can't stand the heat anymore and all sorts of things throw up."

"So drink," Grandpa Rom says three times, pushing the glass towards Subaru.

Take the glass in your hand so that you are pressured by its hard attitude and bring your nose closer to the amber liquid. A thick alcoholic odor tapped his nostrils sharply, and Subaru looked sinister as he was about to accidentally.

But while I made such a stance of denial, I was also driven by the urge to follow Grandpa Rom's words.

Running for booze, what an underdressed adult epitome, even though I thought so.

"Yes... stay!

Tilt the glass and pour the liquor all the way down your throat.

I don't know how much booze the degree was, but Subaru felt it get as hot as his whole body had ignited shortly after he drank it.

Scream like a liquor passage burned, slamming the glass on the counter with momentum.

"Ugh! Oh, my God! Hot! Fucking shitty! Mm-hmm. Oh, shit!

"Don't say it again and again, there's a punishment! He doesn't know what liquor tastes like. He doesn't know how to enjoy half his life. He's a fool."

Grandpa Rom sighs the liquor as he yells at Subaru, who exhales a stirring fever. Luxuriously, I flipped the bottle over and drank the trumpet without pouring it into the glass.

The old man laughs as Subaru throats more than three times as much as he drank.

"Well, I've had a good drink! Shit. Do you feel like you can spit it out?

"... Oh! Just a little! Grandpa, I'll serve another purpose."

Turning away from the grinning old man, Subaru fingers the back of the zoo as he wipes the spilled liquor with his sleeve. Unlike the crude product that rolls there, there should be a high value stolen item there.

Grandpa Rom's face takes on a serious flavor. Seeing that, Subaru also made it clear that

"I'm looking for a badge with an embedded gem. - I want you to give it up."

I told him my purpose in words.

The original purpose - apart from checking Satella's cheapness - was the original reason I visited here.

A jeweled badge that the satire was stolen. Reason hasn't been given, but for her, it's a dish that needs to be reclaimed, even if it's risky.

I've been told that stolen goods brought into the Glades will always pass through here.

If the badge at least exists, Subaru can affirm the daydreams he has seen.

In response to Subaru's demands with such thoughts, Grandpa Rom looked difficult, though.

"Badges with jewels... No, I'm sorry, but they don't bring that stuff in."

"... are you sure? Remember that. You're a mess, you're a mess."

"We're in great shape with the booze in. If you're coming out in this situation, all I can say is I don't know. but"

Grandpa Rom laughed pointlessly niggly at Subaru, who was about to be cut off from his last hope,

"I have a big mouth to bring in today, I ask in advance. - If you do it with a jeweled badge, there's plenty of potential for that."

"Bringing it in a little bit... is that a kid named Felt?

"Why do you even know the name of the person you stole it from?"

Subaru accidentally guts posing at Grandpa Rom's words like he clapped out.

The line that I thought had been cut off plumply came here and connected.

The girl who supposedly stole the badge, Felt's name, came out here. Naturally, then, we can also prove the reality of a girl named Satella who stole her badge.

At least you could say that the possibility that that silver-haired girl is a convenient event character that Subaru's delusions have generated has diminished.

"I was in a hurry to see if my silver-haired heroine preference was reflected..."

"I'm sorry for the strange reassurance, but it's not another story about whether you can buy what's been brought in? If it were a jeweled badge, it would be a good value to judge."

"Ha! It's no use seeing how much underfoot you are. Whatever it is, I have nothing!

"Let's not talk about it!

You were even trying to catch the value in the negotiations, and Grandpa Rom yells like he ate a shoulder blush. but Subaru waved the fingers he put up against Grandpa Rom like that to the left and right,

"Chitty. I certainly don't have any money. Oh, my God! Money isn't the only way to get things in the world. Barter's a means, isn't it?

I have no objection from Grandpa Rom, who shuts his mouth. Subaru wandered his trouser pockets in response to the silence urging him to continue. And that hand that pulls out holds the

"- What is this? It's the first time I've seen it."

"This is Phone, the magic apparatus that cuts and freezes time for everything!

Compact size white phone. Subaru quickly entered the operation against Grandpa Rom, who makes his eyes black and white on the first look he sees - shortly after, the white light cut through the dim store.

Paschali, and the sound of the effect rings, and Grandpa Rom, pointed at the light, rolls across the counter in surprise at exaggeration. When Subaru laughs unexpectedly at the magnitude of its reactions,

"What's that now?! You're gonna kill me! Don't lick too much jizz by imitating it suspiciously."

"Well, wait. Well, wait. Take a deep breath, calm down, and watch this."

Subaru pushes his phone screen all the way to Grandpa Rom, who blushes for a different cause than booze.

With his frigid eyes, Grandpa Rom lowered, gazing at that little screen - opening his eyes.

What you see there is the face of Grandpa Rom that we just shot. Camera features on your phone, shooting with it. Naturally, such technology does not exist in this world.

As Subaru expected, Grandpa Rom looked at the screen to eat in.

"This is... Non's face, bye. What's that supposed to mean?

"Told you? Cut the time and freeze it. I cut Grandpa Rom's time earlier with this tool and locked him in here."

Change the camera orientation as I say and shoot myself.

If you show the screen again to Grandpa Rom, who wants to know the results, now the face of Subaru, who decides to sign the piece, is displayed on the screen.

"This is how we can cut time. It's not such a waste, it's actually used to leave more memorable paintings."

"I see... sure, this is... uhm"

With his hands on his chin, Grandpa Rom is peeking into his phone to think about it.

More than expected, Subaru felt a bargain in the negotiations.

As a boost to such Subaru's certainty, Grandpa Rom took his cell phone and looked at it.

"I've never seen it before... but this is what I hear, the one called 'Magic Device'"

"Magic device?

Subaru tilts his neck at the emergence of words he is unfamiliar with hearing. Grandpa Rom nodded "um,"

"I'm talking about a tool that allows you to use magic, even if the gate isn't open like a wizard. It's a rare item, though, so it's not the first time I've seen it."

Grandpa Rom groaned as he was impressed, shivering and watching as he licked his phone to the counter.

Then again, turning to Subaru,

"The value of this guy is certainly immeasurable. I've been in this business for a long time... since I've never dealt with a magic machine. But... I'm pretty sure you'll have an unprecedented value."

I guess I'm excited to see the magic apparatus for the first time and to be able to treat it as a business product. "That's why," Grandpa Rom foretold, shaking his voice slightly,

"Getting this out for barter is a little too much for you. I don't know the value of the badge I'm looking for, but there's not much more to it than this magic device. If you're simply comparing it to the amount, you'd better sell this magic machine yourself.

Behind the Glades, we put together stolen goods and started working behind bars. It's Grandpa Rom's advice that I don't think he's such a tight businessman.

That's definitely a fascinating piece of advice for Subaru.

Subaru's worth nothing in this world.

If you can't use magic, you don't have the strength to jump through it. The fact that none of the knowledge can even read the words on top of nothing, and even worse is the fact that there is no sentence.

If we can sell this phone, we can unlock the worst of them all. At least, financial worries will go away for the moment.

I just see a troubled future for tomorrow's meal as well, which is something that Svalbard wants so much that he can get his hands out of his throat, a choice that should be just as naturally chosen if he drinks coke. But...

"Oh, that's fine. Exchange this magic device for a badge brought in by a child called Felt."

"Why would you do that? You got more value than this magic machine? Or are you telling me it's worth the money?

Grandpa Rom is frightened by Svalbard's attitude. While questioning the value of the badge, even mocked emotions are hidden in the latter words.

It's about him living in a place like this. Even if we know conceptually, such as the existence of something more important than gold, we can't actually admit it.

While acknowledging that there are such values, Subaru shook his neck sideways saying, "No,"

"Blah, I've never even seen the real thing. If I trade it for gold, honestly, it won't cost more than this magic machine, and I'm sure I'll lose the whole thing."

"If you know that much, why would you do that?

"You've made up your mind. - I'm losing money."

Subaru sees Grandpa Rom making his eyes black and white three times with pain.

Yes, that's the answer.

Whether you're having trouble eating tomorrow, the future turns dark ahead, or the expansion of filling the bathtub with a bunch of bills has gone away, it's worth the loss.

"I want to repay you. I'll pay the loan back exactly. Otherwise you won't feel comfortable sleeping. I'm a nervous wreck, because I'm a modern kid. - So even if you lose a fortune, you get your badge."

"Hmm... to hear about it now, I mean, the badge wasn't originally yours, was it?

"I have a silver-haired girl who helped me. I don't know why, but it's important."

"And the benefactor? Aren't you with me?

"Right now, searching! I mean, maybe I got some help, and the very existence of that beautiful girl is a delusion my dreams made!

I grip my fist in a good way and laugh at the anxiety I just denied.

So far the situation has been connected. Satella, there's no way that girl doesn't exist.

Get your badge, I'm sure we'll meet that girl again.

Looking down at Subaru consolidating such determination, Grandpa Rom looked at something unusual from the bottom of his heart.

- You're an idiot.

And he blew off all his emotions and just laughed fun.