Chapter 5: 5 Episode 3 42 Wards

It was the first time I had ever felt that night was so frightening.

What is this world!?

It's really dark in the middle of the night!?

The moon is almost hidden, I can't see any stars in the countryside, I mean, it's been cloudy all night, there's no streetlights as a matter of course, and I can't even see any early light coming out in any house.

The only thing that glittered was the cat's eye.

I'm even more scared!

I said, "Huh!"

I almost cried!

I cried a little!

After teaching the humane clerk about the hardships of the world, I left the cafeteria and walked around looking for a bed.

There were naturally no convenience stores or comic book cafes, and everything was completely dark.

A ward with a large number seems to have a very low standard of living, and there is not a single inn. No one will stay in the Forty‐second leg, I suppose.

Well, even if I had an inn, I wouldn't have any money.

That's why I slept in the open air... ...the horror of darkness... ...even I, who don't believe in ghosts, shuddered with fear.

No, ghosts are cute.

Anyway, this is a different world. What kind of beast may be hiding.

There are giant frogs, too... ...when I thought they'd come out of the darkness... ...just thinking they'd be staring at me in the darkness... ...they'd shrink too much and become girls.

That's why I shuddered with joy when the sun peeped into my face.

I've been worshipping the rising sun. Oh, I wondered if it was like this for an old woman in the country to see the sunrise.

In the end, I can't sleep a wink, my head is pounding, my eyes are dry, and my legs are unsteady.

But there are two things that I found out in the early hours of the night.

There are beasts and beasts in this city.

I said earlier that the cat was keeping an eye on in the dark, but it was definitely a cat.

But the bipedal cats I saw at the gate were probably of a tribe of cats.

There are beasts and beasts of the same lineage.

I feel that humans and monkeys are different, but what is the line drawing?

Is there a sense of camaraderie?

Do you understand the language?It's a mystery.

the first thing I found out

Birds, as well as cats, are distinct from the Tori (which may be subdivided among the birds because of the Aum people).

Early in the morning, hearing the cry of a chicken, I rushed there. I wanted to be relieved to see living things. The Tori people were picking up birds' eggs.

When I asked him, "Are you going to eat it?" he replied, "Of course," and when I asked him, "Are you going to lay an egg, too?" he gave me a flat hand. ...it seems to be s*xual harassment to the Tori people. Let's be careful.

In other words, what I'm saying is that the Tori people eat birds. It's neither cannibal nor even disgusting in the first place.

They probably also keep birds for meat.

Then it's safe to assume that you don't have a sense of camaraderie.

That's the second thing I found out.

Oh, and one more thing.

The s*x of the animal race is beyond description.

It would be easier to understand if there were distinctive things like crested mackerel and sea lice...

Well, that's why I took action right away in the sun.

I won't let you be swallowed up by such darkness again. How long did I wait for dawn trembling... my heart fluttered away.

First of all, it's an inn! You have to secure a safe bed!

That's money! We need to get money that can be used in this world.

The sale of spices can be postponed. You can get money by any means!

By the end of the day! More than one night's lodging! No matter what!

So I walked about in the 42 wards.

I thought I might have lost some change!......it wasn't there.

That's right.

the poorest neighborhood in the city There's no way people who gather here will leave their small change behind. "If you pick up small change, it's a big city" is the rule of a small change hunter.

Ideally, there are people who think, "It's not worth squatting down to pick up small change."

I can pick up a sack

Incidentally, if there was a big festival at the level of the Gion Festival, the time to go would be tomorrow morning. The street lined with night shops is interestingly full of small change. Shopping at the festival is full of small change. It's easy to fall, and the crowd makes me hesitate to squat down and pick it up. Some people don't realize it.

There I had the experience of picking up a small change worth just under 20,000 yen. I felt like a winner of my life.

The only thing you have to be careful about is the 'professional.' People who are so-called homeless and have a bit of money to spare are looking around for small change, so you have to be careful not to find it. Being discovered means death immediately.

Don't do it for fun... it's a dangerous job.

Fortunately, I have never encountered such a fellow in the Forty-Second Ward.

That's right. I don't think I've lost any change.

I wonder if there's any result from walking around this much... d*mn it!

However, it gave us a general idea of the geography of the 42 wards.

The wetlands adjacent to the Thirty Wards are the most desolate, and from there they become lively as they approach the Forty-first Wards. The number of houses has increased, shops have begun to appear, and inns have also been discovered.

and on a hill close to the border with the Forty-First Ward there was a magnificent building.

That's probably the lord's residence that governs the 42 wards.

As proof of this, the area where the lord's residence was located was well-maintained and fairly clean.

There must be a gap in the ward.

A lord will decorate himself to show his power.

The streets around there are probably the best in the 42 wards. It's low. It's not impossible to see.The restaurant called "Yodamari-tei," where that manly salesclerk was located, was located in one of the lowest places in the 42 wards.

That's a trap that won't even attract customers.

the wetlands on the west side of the 42 wards There is an exterior wall to the south, beyond which a forest appears to stretch.

There are some flourishing areas on the east side, with cliffs on the north side just like the other side of the wetlands. In other words, the 42 wards are built on a dead end surrounded by cliffs in the west and north, and on the south by outer walls of the city.

...Wow, a gloomy location.

For the time being, in the spirit of "If you want money, go where the people are," I go to the thriving eastern region.

It's not until noon, is it? I was wandering around the 42 wards right after dawn, and I was able to kill time in a nice way. If the shop isn't open in the early morning, there's no one there.

wander around in the city where one is finally beginning to see life

The first is observation.

I wonder if the 42 wards are half human and half animal. From the perspective of people going to the streets, it seems so. By the way, "the race of beasts" is the name that I have chosen to call the dogs, cats, birds, fish, and other people who walk on two legs like humans. I don't know the official name.

There are few dogs and cats, but there are many sheep and lizards. ...sheep may be a little beautiful when you look at them like this... ...well, they're way out of the strike zone.

I don't think there's a girl who's got a good‐for‐nothing.

The city seems to be intermingled with different races.

But... still, there are no frogs.

There were so many in the wetlands. You can't see anything in town.

"Wait a minute!"

It was when I stepped into a wide street that I heard such a voice."

It's a big street on the main street of 42 wards of 42. The road is wide enough for two horse-drawn cars to pass each other, with bars and restaurants lined on each side.

In the middle of the crowd, a man was kneeling down.

In front of him stands a muscular, vicious-looking man. He's the type of face that has a beard on his skinhead that has been shaved up so smoothly that at first sight he doesn't want to get involved in."You wait, my dear fellow," I've waited long enough, haven't I?"

Macho, with a strong face, looked down upon the man who was kneeling down in a thick, dossy voice.

"If you can't keep your word, you'll have to be a frog."

"Oh, please! No, please! Just that!"

"I'm sorry, but that's the rule of the Spirit,"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

The prostitute, who looks up, hangs on to the macho with tears and a runny nose.

As if to deride such a prostrate man, Macho, with a strong face, spoke out in a thick voice.

`"The Spirit's Judgment!"'

Immediately after Macho declares, the prostrate's whole body is enveloped in pale light.

"Wow!? I don't like it."oh!"

A strong-faced macho makes a translucent panel appear, with a wailing prostrate on his back. It's a conversation record.

"Look at this, look at it. It's written here, isn't it? 'I'll pay back the money I borrowed on time.' You said it yourself, didn't you?"

"Oh, no... I'll pay it back! I'll pay it back, just a little more..."

He had begun to excuse himself, but suddenly he began to suffer.

The pale blue light that envelops the whole body gradually turns red, creating a dazzling amount of light.

"Well......... it's......... it's... it's... it's... I don't like it."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With such a shout, the prostrate disappeared.

After the dazzling light cleared up, there was a big frog about 80 centimeters long.

Wearing rags of cloth, the clothes and equipment worn by the kneeling man were scattered on the ground.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Are they really going to be turned into frogs? . . . . .

"Then I'll give you this equipment, and your house, your family, and any other property,"

"Rock! Rock!"

A giant toad is clinging to Macho, who bends down and picks up his equipment, and he continues to cry desperately.

"Taemae... Don't touch it!"

The angry, strong-faced macho beat the frog away and kicked him in the face as soon as he got up.

Frogs fly in the air like cotton dust and roll back and forth on the ground.

"The frog has been abandoned by the Spirit! He has just been deprived of all human rights! If I kill him here, no one can complain! If you find out, disappear before my eyes!"

The frog manages to rise with its unsteady feet in a terrifying roar.

No one offered a helping hand, even though he looked around and pretended to ask for help.

On the contrary...The eyes of those around the frog were filled with contempt.

What's going on?

Will human rights disappear if they become frogs?

I've only been a human being... is that what frogs are like in this city...

The frog shrugged off his shoulders, burst into tears in his goggling eyes, and ran away in great tears.

The frog headed west of the city... toward the wetlands.

This is the rule of this city.

Is it a rule decided by the spirit that governs this city?

So there are no frogs in the city, and the doomsday man is afraid of becoming a frog, and the angry man is about to turn his opponent into a frog.

What a horrible city!

Does lying mean that human rights are lost?

I saw something unpleasant.

I don't mean to sympathize with him at all, but...I find it repulsive to see Macho cheerfully picking up the bags of the man on his knees.

I felt... as if I were looking at a fool who was overjoyed at being a fool.

Let's get out of here quickly.

For the time being, I don't want to get involved with that tough face macho.

I was going to walk along the main street, but I have to walk by Macho with a strong face to get along the main street. I don't like it.I had no choice but to step into the store I had at hand.

It was like a bar, with a square table and several chairs lying about.

There are quite a few visitors even in the daytime. Many customers seem to come for lunch, but some of them seem to be drinking all day long.

As soon as I entered, there was a counter and a tall man with bent ears like a bulldog called me in.

I walk past the counter and sit down at an empty table.

Soon a young clerk comes to me to take orders.

"Have you decided what to drink?"

Speak informally...?

The girl's ears, tanned with skin, had drooping ears like golden retriever. There is a tail on the buttocks.

Is this a shop run by the Dogs?

As I stared at the tail, the clerk hid his buttocks with his tray and glared at me adorably, "Ech!"

What's this? It's kind of cute, isn't it?

All right, I think I'll do my best today! ...Oh, I don't have any money......

Well, shall we run away again?

"What kind of liquor do you have?"

"There's wine, ale and beer."

A girl who laughs carelessly says in such a friendly tone that she even feels familiar.

Your attitude toward customers is 50 points. Well, this might be more popular with drinkers.

...drinking!

"Do you have soft drinks?"

"If it's grapefruit juice or grape juice,"

"Then, grapefruit juice."

We may have to run as fast as we can after this. Let's give up drinking.

When I announced my order, the clerk smiled and held out his right hand.

"20Rb!""...what?"

"Grapefruit juice is 20Rb!"

"Oh......."

Pay in advance!?

I see. If you pay in advance, you'll be able to avoid eating and running. That's a very simple story, isn't it?

Is that a natural system in a city like this?

But I'm in trouble...

I have no money with me.

glance at a clerk at a dog's ear

He's holding out his right hand.

Is it possible to leave now, saying, "I have no money?" ...I'm sorry, but

"Mr. Guest, if you came to our restaurant to eat and run, my father wouldn't shut up?"

Dog ears say with a smile.

You smile, but... you're so powerful. I felt my canine teeth glistened.

Oh, Dad? That counter shit... well, it's cool... well, no matter how muddy the expression is, it's going to be translated as 'deb' by 'forced translation magic' anyway... is that fat his father?

...I'm glad I didn't look like my father.

"Oh, sir, sir, sir, sir. Two, zero, Rb!"

The pressure from shop clerks increases.

That's not good. If I say "no money" here, I don't think I can get out safely...

What should I do? How can I get through it?

I was thinking about it????

"Oh, come on! That's my seat! Get out of my way!"Suddenly, I heard a thick outcry from the entrance of the bar.

When I turned around, I saw the man sitting at the counter with a strong face, Macho.

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"... again, Godfred's man?"

A clerk clapped his tongue and stared at Macho, who was sitting in the back seat, pushing aside the customer at the counter.

Is he called Godfred?

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"Do you know him?"

"There's no one in the 42nd leg who doesn't know him,"

The clerk at the dog's ear put his face close to my ear and whispered to me, covering his mouth with a tray.

"He's a collector of 42 wards. He stared at me, but at the end of the day all my property was taken away, and I was thrown out of the way."

"You ought to pay your debts properly,"

"Oh, my!"

Maybe the fun is on the way, but the clerk at the shop, with lively eyes, raised his index finger and waved in front of me.

"He's so perverse that he asks for more money than he owes, and he even asks for money he doesn't remember."

"It's a hoax, isn't it?

"But his words can't be judged by the Spirit's Judgment." Even if you think it's absolutely strange, you can see that he's more accurate than you can see in the conversation record..."

It's a classic trick of fraud.

When I'm listening, it sounds like there's nothing wrong, but when I open the lid, I'm like, "That's not the case!" However, the contract says so, and ends up in the conclusion that 'it's better not to listen carefully.

I wonder if such a business can be done in this city... ...how are they doing? I'm interested.

"And he likes to turn people into frogs more than anything else. There's no bad taste at all, is there?"

"What happens to a frog?"

"What? Nothing's going to happen, that's where life ends."

"Is life over?"

"Oh, I can't live as a human being any longer. and no one will save him from becoming a frog.""Are you a relative?"

"I can't believe my family has turned into a frog... ...that no one wants to know. If that happens, it's better to lie and say, 'I died of a sudden illness.'"

It's better...

It's strange to take the risk of becoming a frog in order to hide the fact that your relatives have become frogs.

"Can't a man who has become a frog ever return to his original form?"

"To return, you must fulfill your broken promises."

"Then can you go back? What will happen to human rights after you go back? Will you be deprived of your status? What will your family reaction be?"

"What, sir? Did an acquaintance turn into a frog?"

"Oh, no... it's my first time in this city, and I'm a little surprised." I saw someone who was turned into a frog."

Oh my gosh!

I can't say that I'm going to be a frog, can I?

Did you listen to it too much? with a little self‐assurance

"I don't mind if it's a promise I can make later, but if I don't make it on time, or if I break a promise I can't make later, I'm out."

"I see,"

"Then, if I can get back into human form, I'll treat you the same way as before. Man lives under the protection of the spirit. Human dignity will also be restored."

Just like before?

Is that possible?

How about the one who abandoned you, and how about the one who abandoned you? Can you treat the other person who abandoned you the same way as before?

In the first place, it's impossible for a relative to suddenly come back to life one day after a sudden illness, isn't it?

Anyway, when it comes to frogs, it's almost the end of life in this city."But I don't like the act of maliciously turning someone into a frog, do I? So I hate him!"

Bite, the dog ear clerk sticks out his tongue at Godfred.

What is this girl a little cute?

While we were talking, a man who had just been robbed of his seat at the counter came to the table in front of me. Or is it more appropriate to say that you have evacuated?

At the table in front of us, three familiar men were taunting and pointing and laughing at the evacuated man.

"Why are you running away?" Give me a good beating."

"Don't be silly! ... It's Godfred. If you go against it badly, you'll be turned into a frog."

"But he doesn't like it, does he?"

"All right. I'll tell you what I said."

"Buck! Stop it! Seriously!"

As far as the conversation goes, that Godfred is notorious for being hated.

Even if it's certain that you don't die well, you're the kind of person you want to have a hard time in your life.

I always bump my little finger against the corner of my wardrobe every morning. ...that's easy, isn'

"But that's him. I'd like to give you a punch."

"Oh, you can't do it. I'll be half killed."

"Yes, Godfred is no match for those adventurers in swordplay and martial arts."

"I'm already in a maze of delusion,"

men who laugh at such a story

The shop assistant is looking at the men with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

......oh, this smells like money!"Why, it's only in delusions. I'm sorry."

I let out a sudden sigh, and the men at the table in front of me stood up all at once.

He glares at me with a scary look.

No, uh... I'm scared, can you stop looking at that face?

"You're not going to punch him in the face, are you?"

"Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi

The man who was kicked out of the counter took a bite at my provocation.

"Fukasu" means "whispering." ...isn't there any bias in the words translated?

You may need to look it up one day.

"Well, I don't think you'll be able to run away in fear."

"What!?"

"Well, if I feel like it, I can come back here unharmed."

"Then shall I ask you to do it? It's a punch to Godfred's face, not Ossan next door?"

Is it to leave promises in the conversation record that I keep talking about?

I see. Some people get anxious if they don't speak this carefully, which means verbal fraud is rampant... It's interesting, isn't it?

But if you're an amateur who talks too much in vain, you won't be my partner.

Fraud is because the moment you think you don't want to be fooled, you're sure you'll be fooled.

"I can strike Godfred in the face,"

I dared to emphasize every word.

Men exclaim, "Oh..." Are you numb by cleanliness?

When I looked at it, I saw a clerk with a wide eye.

"Well, I'll have you hit me," Right now!"

The man who was robbed of his seat by Godfred comes at me half‐heartedly.

He doesn't like the fact that I said I could hit him when he ran away with his tail wrapped.Short-tempered people are also scammed, Ossan.

"Don't you make a bet before that? If you pay the premium in advance, I'll pay you four times."

"I'm on!"

"Me too!"

"Of course, so do I!"

"Then so do I!"

All four of the Ossans in front of us came aboard.

"The latch is 1,000 Rb. Which one are you betting on?"

When I said that, the Ossans unanimously replied, "Don't hit me, 1,000Rb!"

Take a bite all of them... Adventure, Ossans!

Come on. Let's stir it up a little bit.

"Well... they're salty." That's why I get licked. You guys should live in the shade for the rest of your life. Oh, why don't you move to the wetlands? It suits you."

"What!"

"I can't keep quiet if you say so much!"

"Well, then I'll have three bites!"

"Four mouths here!"

"I have three mouths!"

"Me too!"

13,000Rb for four of us... well, that's not it. It's 130,000 yen.

Thirty thousand won't take me anywhere near the end of the night.

All the Ossans, blinded by the quadruple dividend, give me a premium in advance.

Oh, that's a bit of a joke.

"Hey, clerk. What about you?""What, me!? I pass! I'm not interested in gambling."

"Well, don't say so. If I hit him, will you buy him a glass of grapefruit juice?"

"Oh, that's all? That's all I have to say. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"It's decided,"

So I got 13,000Rb and a free drink ticket and started walking towards the counter where Godfred sat.

There was no one at the counter, perhaps afraid of Godfred.

Only the poor master can't escape and is shrinking himself behind the counter.

I plump down into that rattle counter seat.

"What about you, Taemae? Are you complaining to me?"

Suddenly, I was like, "Do you have any complaints?" ... you know you're living a life where you can complain to others.

Well, I'm not here to fight.

I came to have a business meeting.

"Would you like to make a bet?"

"A bet?"

"Oh, I'm going to hit you with one shot... I'm not sure if I can hit you with just one shot."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

Godfred burst into a big laugh.

Hmmm. Grabbing sounds nice.

"It's not a bet, is it?"

"Ah?""You won't know anything unless you try,"

Say that and put 10,000Rb on the counter.

"If you're not confident, you can go down."

"... a kid..."

On top of the 10,000Rb I gave, Godfred hit 10,000Rb with the strength of a grudge against the counter.

"It's good. Come on as fast as you can."

My face is scary!

He won't fight back with a conditional reflex, will he?

"Well, here we go,"

I'm going to get through with it because I think I'm going to get through with it after watching it for too long.

I swung my right arm wide and drove all my energy into Godfred's cheek.

--a peck.

There is a light collision sound that can't be called a sound.

......I'm d*mned!

My arm! My finger is broken! I must have done it!

It really hurts! I want to cry!

On the other hand, Godfred... ...was surprised, perhaps because my punch was so shabby.

"... well, as the rumor has it, it's hard to do it. You win the game."

Having said that, I darted away from the counter.

I have nothing more to say. Then I'd like to get away with it.

Because he's scared of his face.

I'm sure Godfred doesn't make sense.

My real intention is to show up all of a sudden and risk 10,000Rb to go home with a punch.

They look weak, but they're actually super strong. I might have imagined that"This man must have a chance of winning," he said. "Otherwise, he would never have been able to play such a reckless game." Most importantly, you would have thought, "There's no fool like this that would lose 10,000 Rb."

But it's all right.

From my point of view, I got 3,000 Rb for free and 30,000 yen for Japanese yen. I've made a clean profit.

I'll give you as much as I can, for example, 100,000. My pocket is full of pain.

When I returned to my seat, I was greeted by Ossans with delicate faces.

"What are you talking about? Isn't Gofrade's guy pinned?"

"What? Did I say, 'I'm going to faint Godfred?'"

All I said was, 'I'm going to punch Godfred in the face.

And I did it beautifully.

Where's the problem?

A glass is placed right in front of me.

It was a clerk at Inu-ear who brought me a glass of grapefruit juice.

"I certainly hit him in the face, though... ...it's kind of like... ...it's very stuffy."

I'll tell the dog-eared clerk with a delicate face as if he were rolling a bitter insect on his tongue.

in a refreshing manner

"It's that muddiness that makes you an adult."

What I've been really looking forward to, but when I've actually tried it, it's rotten.

People grow up with that kind of muddiness.

Thus I enjoyed the fresh grapefruit juice and left the bar.

I wanted to eat or something, but it wasn't an atmosphere where I could relax.

Anyway, I wonder if I managed to secure the hotel charge.

3000Rb. It's the first currency I've ever acquired in this world. This will work out.

Today, just now, my life in a different world begins.

Yeah. I think it's a good start.I'm sure it'll be fun.

My heart fluttered with hope for the future, and I was approached by an unexpected person on the main street.

"Oh! I'm glad I found it!"

Looking back at the familiar voice.........

"...you...!?"

"I've already looked for it, sir,"

The person there was a clerk at the old restaurant "Yodamari-tei" where I dared to eat and run last night.

My heart beats fast.

lose one's breath

That's crazy...

I'm telling a clear lie to this guy...

And I made a clear escape from eating...

If that's what he's going to do, I'm going to...

I shudder... and the chill was running down my spine... and I...

Maybe I'll be turned into a frog...?

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