I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 43
My bad but, my dizzines still taking a big toll on me.
2-29. Next Morning
The futon was very warm. While I wanted to continue lazing around in it, I kicked the futon away, remembering what happened yesterday. I sat up and looked around; it was the usual Oni-style room* where I usually slept. (The Oni here have Japs tradition)
Come to think of it, I was sent to Uchikage-Ojichan’s place by Hime-sama here. What was that magic…? Oh, but in the case of Hime-sama, is it categorized as skill?
I folded the futon, opened the sliding door, and stepped into the corridor. There were two strong auras present – Uchikage-Ojichan and Amariaz.
Is that Uchikage-Ojichan’s workroom?
They seemed to be talking about something. Maybe I should go… I’m curious about what Amariaz is going to do. Let’s go and see.
I trotted down the hallway, and followed the presence to its source. Opening the sliding door and entering the room, I found Amariaz sitting in the formal Seiza sitting style, and Uchikage-Ojichan in his usual spot.
It seemed like they were expecting me. Amariaz noticed me as soon as the door slid open and waved.
“Good morning, Yuuzen-kun.”
“Good morning, Amariaz. Uh, what are you doing?”
“Can’t you tell just by looking? We were about to have a talk.”
“Can I listen too?”
“I was waiting for you, Yuuzen-kun. Come, come.”
Amariaz gestured for me to join. As if he was waiting for me… I have a bad feeling about this again… But this time, Uchikage-Ojichan isn’t giving a long explanation, so maybe it’s just my imagination.
Invited by his gesture, I sat next to Amariaz.
Wait, Amariaz is wearing… a kimono…?
So, I stared at Amariaz. He was quite short, showing a charming cuteness that seemed fitting for a five-year-old. His pleasantly soft gray hair was cut into a short style. The distinctive feature was his eyes, with a color close to white but more like a grayish white upon closer inspection. It was slightly eerie, but his attractiveness compensated for it.
“Ah!?”
“Whoa, what!? What’s going on!?”
“Wow! Amariaz had that kind of face!”
“You just realized that!?”
Because, at that time, I couldn’t really stare at his face, and it was dark!
Also… there’s a weird feeling without the blindfold…
Amariaz, after expressing a surprised expression, burst into laughter.
Did I say something funny…? Well, I should have noticed sooner.
But I didn’t notice… Mm.
“Hahaha, hahahaha, haah. I also saw Yuuzen-kun’s real face for the first time yesterday. Hahaha, like you, it seems I didn’t look at your face much either.”
“The same!”
“Same here!”
Then, Uchikage-Ojichan cleared his throat. Since the conversation wasn’t progressing, he seemed to be reminding us of his presence.
We both straightened our posture, facing Uchikage-Ojichan, ready to listen to the conversation. After the affirmation, Uchikage-Ojichan began.
“…I have many things I want to ask, is that okay? Both of you.”
“Yeah.”
The satisfying response earned a nod from Uchikage-Ojichan, and he turned his attention to Amariaz.
“Amariaz, we’ll leave your personal matters for later. First, I want to hear about last night. Do you have any idea why you were targeted? Why those people tried to take you away? Their words were something like ‘To our god.'”
“Oh.”
Uchikage-Ojichan squinted his eyes a little, showing that this was new information. After a brief contemplation, he returned his gaze to Amariaz.
“And then?”
“I have no idea. But they tried to take me, a person with skills. The guy said, ‘To our god…’ or something like that.”
“I see.”
This was new information for Uchikage-Ojichan, and he continued to listen.
“I don’t know what they mean by ‘god.’ But I can say for sure it’s not a god as we know it.”
“On what basis?”
“Gods don’t manifest in this world. So what they called ‘god’ is probably some other entity pretending to be a god.”
“…Do you know anything about that entity?”
“No. I only learned about their existence yesterday.”
It was becoming a complicated story. Amariaz felt that way when explaining, and Uchikage seemed to sense that too. Currently, all they knew was that there were individuals targeting those with skills. The purpose behind it, what lies beyond targeting those with skills, and what they were trying to accomplish—all remained unknown.
However, there was still the parchment and the equipment to examine, which might provide some answers. Yet, decoding the parchment seemed nearly impossible. It wasn’t a magical tool, it was just slightly thicker than regular parchment.
So, what about the characters?
Was the pen a magical tool?
No, even if the pen was a magical tool, it would still be a challenge to continuously produce ink. So, did they cast magic on the characters?
If there was such magic, Yuuzen would definitely want to see it. Even if that magic existed, reproducing the two different ways of seeing the characters would likely be impossible. At best, it could make the characters wriggle like insects or ripple like water.
In that case, what was it?
The most convincing answer was just one.
“…Skills.”
“Seems likely. By the way, I couldn’t read it. There were characters, but I couldn’t understand them.”
“A skill that writes characters that only specified individuals can read… let’s call it that.”
Huh?
What are they talking about?
I’ve been listening right next to them, but I have no idea what they’re talking about…
Could they please explain it so that I can understand?
Oh, but it seems like they won’t listen to my story now.
They’ve already started a different conversation…
“About the equipment, Uchikage-Ojichan, do you know anything?”
“That was something left by a person named Thekil. He was a master at making magical tools. He created that by himself.”
“He made that equipment alone?”
“Yes. I’m not as skilled as him, but I know how to make magical tools. However, when I made that, I immediately discarded it. He made the most potent equipment to protect his brother, and the moment he completed it, he got scared. I praised it as a splendid achievement, but he… didn’t understand developers, it seems. For some reason, he got angry.”
“He got scared, huh… I kind of understand that feeling.”
…Um…
Hey, is there a reason I’m here?