The hot season has arrived.
The summer cicadas have started to chirp a bit.
It’s early summer.
“Did you just think about ‘shota’?”
The pervert Shirokusa has also started to chirp.
“No, I didn’t.”
I denied the perverted samurai’s garbage telepathy while slurping on shaved ice.
“Mmm, it’s delicious.”
Today, I was visiting Shirokusa’s mansion. Surprisingly, this airheaded samurai lives in a fairly large samurai residence.
“Everyone else is out, so make yourself at home.”
“Thanks.”
Although it’s the base for his party, the “Defensive Blades of Sakimori,” this mansion was originally given to Shirokusa alone by his family. He’s actually a rich kid.
“It’s great that your house has a big ice cellar, Shirokusa. Thanks to that, we can eat shaved ice even in midsummer.”
“Haha, isn’t it? Here, Chick-kun, you have some shaved ice too. It’s got strawberry syrup.”
“Piyo piyo… Piyo!?”
Interested, it pecked at it, but one bite made it jump up.
“Piyo piyo piyo piyo piyo piyo!?”
“It’s super mad!?”
“Don’t give shaved ice to a chick.”
It’s probably not good for birds’ diets. But, actually, this chick has never had any health issues, no matter what it eats. It’s tough, having survived in the Monster Forest.
“Chick-kun, one day you’ll be strong enough to peck at Shirokusa, right?”
“Piyo!”
“Please don’t encourage that!”
We continued to enjoy the shaved ice while having silly conversations.
Shaved ice in a summer mansion. I never thought I’d have such a Japanese experience in this reincarnated world.
If only the person next to me were a beautiful, black-haired woman in a summer dress, it would be like a story.
“By the way, Jade, I realized that it’s not the ‘Ahegao double peace’ itself that’s erotic, but the situation where someone with a beautiful face is making such a vulgar pose.”
Next to me, however, is a beautiful black-haired man doing the double peace sign.
This story’s over.
“Hehe, only someone like you knows that a serious and cool guy like me is actually a bit perverted, so I can’t help but talk about it.”
“Oh, is that so? Well, good for you.”
After the “mad sake” incident the other day and the frenzy that followed, quite a few people have seen your hidden disgusting side, you know.
Well, since you’ve lost your memory of it, and everyone else is deliberately avoiding the topic, I guess it’s fine.
“You’ve been so helpful to me, Jade. Feel free to come over for shaved ice anytime. After all, you helped bring back ‘miso.’”
“Ah, that takes me back.”
That was when I first met this guy. I thought I could finally eat Japanese food because I heard there was a surviving Japanese person.
“But to think that the essential koji mold for making miso was no longer available.”
“Yes… Our ancestors lamented that in their writings…”
Yes, the method was passed down, but the crucial koji mold, which only exists in Japan, was missing. Miso is truly a miracle seasoning.
“I was so surprised when you brought the koji mold, Jade.”
“Ah, well…”
Upon learning that miso didn’t exist despite the presence of Japanese people, I flew to Japan at lightning speed.
It was all over. Due to the monsters emerging all over the world, the Japanese people were completely extinct. It made me a bit sad. This Japan wasn’t the Japan I was born in, probably having diverged in history around the Kamakura period due to the emergence of monsters.
But still, it was a country with the name of my homeland.
So, I exterminated the ‘Oni’ monsters that were strutting around as if they owned the place. Then, I found a well-preserved miso warehouse and generated the koji mold. After that, I returned here to old Britannia at top speed.
“I was really surprised. I think it was something made in your birthplace, right? And that’s why you knew about Japanese food.”
“Yeah, my ancestors were supposedly Japanese.”
That’s the story I’m going with. Given my black hair and East Asian appearance similar to my previous life, Shirokusa easily believed it. It’s not entirely a lie.
“… My hometown has been destroyed by monsters, and I can’t see my parents anymore.”
Even so, being able to enjoy the taste of my homeland makes me happy.
As I murmured that, Shirokusa, with teary eyes, grabbed my hand.
“W-What’s up!?”
“We share the same roots! So, we’re like family, like brothers!”
I don’t want a brother like you!
“So, come eat Japanese food anytime! –I’ll make you miso soup every morning!”
“Huh!?”
Just then, the sliding door opened, and three samurai servants of Shirokusa peeked in.
They saw me holding hands and being told, “I’ll make you miso soup every morning!”
“Please, take your time!”
Then they left. Hey, wait! Wait a minute! You’re misunderstanding something! Shirokusa just wants me to be like family!
“Is that so!?”
That’s not what I meant!
