Chapter 1 – Where am I? (part2)

Hmm…. what is this…? This warm wrapping, hard floor, and irregular vibration….

“…huh!?” (Yashiro)

       When Yashiro woke up, there was a strange foreigner in front of him.

Oh, shit! English? That hurdle is too high for a middle school graduate like me.

“○ ▲ ☆ ◆ × @ &% $ # -?”

He’s talking to me, but I don’t understand what the hell he’s talking about. Though I did understand that it was some kind of interrogative sentence, at least.

“P-P-Pardon?” (Yashiro)


Dammit, he doesn’t seem to understand English.

“Eh, what are you talking about?” (Yashiro)

“&% $ # ?”

“Huh?” (Yashiro)




‘You need a can opener to take out this can opener’; it has turned out to be this kind of situation in the end.

More importantly, who is this guy? Because we don’t seem to speak in the same language, I couldn’t understand a thing he said. I need to calm myself down first. Okay, calm down, Me!

He talked about something but I couldn’t understand it…. Forget it, let’s try to arrange the information I could obtain, instead.

First of all, this foreigner.

He’s a man, a big man. I’m not really sure because he’s sitting, but his height should be about 190 cm or so. Long hair tied at the back. I wonder if he’s a rock band member. His long hair looks damaged, and it doesn’t seem to be taken care of properly.

He’s wearing armor…. a cosplayer?

I don’t know what character it is because I don’t watch anime, but it’s quite an elaborate costume. It’s as if he made it with the firm assumption that he was going to go on an adventure for real. For a costume, I think the outward appearance is all that matters, while the rest is not all that important.

His weapon is a spear.

I wonder how much effort he puts into his cosplay. I mean, there’s a length restriction on the objects you can carry around. Wouldn’t it be inconvenient to ride a train while carrying such a long thing?

Finally, the place we are now.

There’s a vibration and a rattling sound. It feels like I’m riding on something. There’s also a great deal of baggage placed on the wooden floor, the walls and the ceiling are covered with cloth…. is this cloth, a canopy? If I listen carefully, I can hear the sound of light hooves as well.

……that’s right! This is a horse-drawn carriage. I’m on a horse-drawn carriage’s platform right now.

I’m on a large loading platform with a big canopy covering all directions. Since the front and rear cloth are designed to be partially rolled up, it seems that I can see outside from here. Small window-like openings in the front, and big door-like openings in the rear are visible from here. It seems like various baggage is being transported with it.

If it’s a horse-drawn carriage, there should be a coachman outside. There’s only this cosplay-man and me inside the loading platform….

Oi, isn’t the mood somewhat strange!? Putting that aside, this cosplay-man looks like he’s in his late twenties….

He smiles while looking at me. It’s a somewhat nasty smile. That’s right, it’s the smile of a person who’s thinking about taking advantage of others. I know it because I often smiled such a smile myself.

I shouldn’t let my guard down around him.

“○ ▲ ☆ ◆ × @ &% $ #?”

       The cosplay man spoke again with words that were still unknown to Yashiro.

If I listen carefully, he isn’t speaking in English. He’s using a language that I’ve never heard before.

Hmm, is this also part of the character he’s cosplaying?

       When Yashiro was busy observing the cosplay man, his stomach suddenly raised a grand cry.

“Well, it’s because I haven’t eaten anything for almost a day….” (Yashiro)

       The cosplay-man laughed. He signaled something like “wait a minute” using a hand gesture, and began to rummage around in the luggage. He took out a blackish lump and offered it to Yashiro.

“This is……………. a bread?” (Yashiro)

“○ ▲ ☆ ◆ × @ &% $ #”

       Next he poured a golden liquid from the water bottle into a cup, and handed it to Yashiro. With one hand holding a cup and the other holding a bread-like object, Yashiro tried to ask if he was giving them to him using his gaze.

I don’t know if it was transmitted, but it looks like he has given his consent.

Well, thanks. Let’s eat!

       Yashiro drank the soup and bit the bread-like object without hesitation.

Huh!? This is……………. AWFUL!!!

“You call this shit food!? What the hell is with this soup!? Instead of using this half-assed seasoning, it would be better if you just made boiled water. Then, what is this? Stone? You dare to call this thing bread! Apologize to Yamazaki, Daiichi, and Shikishima!” (Yashiro)

       Yashiro stuffed the poor things that couldn’t be called food into his mouth, while cursing.

I feel like I’d throw this stone bread to the floor if I didn’t give him a piece of my mind. However, no matter what kinds of curses I throw at him, this cosplay-man maintains his smiling face. My complaints don’t seem to get through to him at all.

I’ve actually had this bad feeling since a while ago.

This man’s appearance.

The comfort of this carriage.

The nasty soup and stone bread.

That scent of the Earth’s that has been drifting on the air the whole way.

Putting them together, and I got this crazy idea.

This is indeed impossible.

However, for someone who has experienced an event that could be called the impossible, I’m unable to rule out that idea.


       The cosplay-man tapped Yashiro on the shoulder while saying something, and rolled up a part of the canopy in a splendid manner. The canopy fixed by the rope to the loading platform was partly removed, and the side cloth was also flipped up.

“Oh, it seems I’ve slept for half a day.” (Yashiro)

       The outside was bright and smelled like the morning. Then, illuminated by the morning sunlight, incredible scenery came into Yashiro’s field of vision.

“This is………… like a painting!!” (Yashiro)

       A thirty-meter-high great wall stood firm in front of Yashiro. There were also a myriad of carriages running on the wide stone-paved road, toward a gorgeous gate of about 10 meters in height. Those carriages were making a queue in front of the gate. Countless men armed with spears were keeping watch at the gate and its surroundings. There were even high spires peeking their heads over the high, towering walls. Their presence was majestically displayed under the clear blue sky.

Yeah, this is indeed the picture of a fantasy world.

If I did not time-slip to medieval Europe, then this must be another world.

“……………. are you kidding me!?!?” (Yashiro)

Proofreader: Meihua


Sabishii Note:

  • “You need a can opener to take out this can opener”, a loop, I guess? Something like: which one comes first, egg or chicken?
  • Yamazaki, Daiichi, and Shikishima, are the name of famous bread companies in Japan. Check Google for more details.




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8 Replies to “C1P2”

    1. Have you read Cooking with Wild Game? It’s a novel about cooking but sometime the MC got dragged into fighting. There are many more novels you can use as an example. Anything can happen inside the story, that’s what makes novel interesting to read. This is a product of one’s imagination after all.

    1. Hmm…. there’s almost no romance in this story, I guess? But one thing is certain, there will be times when you feel like vomiting sugar from your mouth when reading this novel. 😀

    2. Hmm… Sweet by what?

      welp i just continue read it for while see what next..

      Thx For RePLy

    3. It’s still a talk for the future but you can expect it. I have my fair share of experience watching drama so it’s not that easy to make me say something like this 😀

  1. Thanks for the chapter! Well the MC is different from the usual naive, mild-mannered Japanese transmigrator… this should be a fun slice of life with bit of a twist. I think the can opener remark is a kind of a loop situation as you mentioned. It’s like buying a package with scissors because you need scissors, and then getting home and realizing you need something to cut open the package with the scissors you bought because you needed scissors (therefore, you haven’t scissors to cut open the package)…

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