Act II Part 2

AN: Ahem. Here are two chapters, one from yesterday and one today.

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"Sigh…"

Placing the pestle aside, the short old man sighed. He looked quite melancholy, maybe because of what Kaigaku had said before leaving.

"You're alright?" If he had not helped me when I was unconscious, there is a chance that I might have died. If I can help him with something, I could at least give it a try.

"Just… contemplating." He replied.

"Who was he? Your grandson?"

"Grandson… Yes, you can say that both he and Zanitsu are my grandsons. Just… they don't get along."

That much I could tell old man.

"What's the problem? If you don't mind telling me. It gets quite… stiff laying here and doing nothing." I asked with a soft smile-"OUCH! What the fuck old man?!"

"If you get stiff then get that ass moving. No one is stopping you from doing so. Stop trying to act cool in front of this old man. If I wanted to see something cool, I would have looked at myself in the mirror."

"Damn you, short old man, stop poking me with that wooden stick!" And here I was trying to help this old fart.

"Humph!"

"This doesn't suit you in the least. I almost vomitted-OUCHOUCHOUCH!"

"..."

"You don't have to worry about this old man. I haven't become senile to not know what is going on."

Rubbing the side of my body that was poked mercilessly, I looked towards him and asked.

"Then why do you look like someone fucked your wife?"

"I'm really regretting saving you now."

"Don't fret it. It isn't every day that I get to talk so freely. Folks back at home were quite stiff with everything. I was already getting tired of all that 'to pretend' shit."

"It seems that you are from quite a well-known family."

"... You can say that." Well, my family indeed was a noble from Germany. Just that, a fallen noble. Yet those old farts stuck to the tradition so stubborn that it was suffocating. I'm really glad that I was yeeted out of that place.

"Zanitsu… That kid is trying his best. It's not like he wants to be like that, but even though he wants to change, no one can change just because they want to be. It takes time and dedication."

"And that black-haired-"

"Kaigaku."

"-yeah, him, he is too prideful to have someone like Zanitsu associated with him?"

At least that is what I could tell from the way he talked and called Zanitsu. It felt like he felt distaste for having the same status as him.

"You don't have a bad eye." He nodded. "Kaigaku, sigh, his thinking is way too constricted by his own ideas and ideals. If only he was willing to open up more, and have someone protect his back as he does for others, he wouldn't be like that. But maybe due to his past, he finds it hard to trust other people."

[Humph! People like them are the hardest to trust. What nonsense this old man is splitting]

It seems Ddraig has a different opinion about Kaigaku.

I stared as he applied the ground herb over my body before bandaging it up. Slapping my shoulder lightly and making me wince in irritation.

"Go and do some exercise. Maybe go and take a walk in the village or something. You look like someone who has never left his house. It's a good opportunity to get yourself familiar with the outside world."

This old man…

[He is quite perspective, to be able to tell that you have close to zero knowledge of the outside world]

'Yeah… kinda scary not gonna lie. It feels like talking with political people. Never the most pleasing talk.'

[Hahaha! When someone talks politically with me, I would just smash them before destroying everything. They wouldn't dare to talk back with me again. Hahahaha]

'For god sake Ddraig. Violence is never the answer.'

[It's a question, and the answer is yes]

'... Stop looking at my memories!' Sighing at the dragon that seemed to enjoy his time while peeking at my memories, I left the house and walked outside.

'From the architecture, it seems that we are in Japan once again.'

[Medieval Japan. Most likely around the 1920s-1930s]

'That's… quite a specified guess.'

[I have seen such Japan back in the past. It shouldn't be a surprise that I can deter the era from a look]

'No, it isn't. I'm surprised that Dragons even bother remembering such things. I thought they were all about the fight, kill, treasure, and shit.'

[I was close to beating Albion at that time…]

'I knew it.'

…

The old man… Why is he living all the way up in the mountains? His place is so far from the village. It took me almost half an hour of walking to reach it with my current body.

Does he have no self-consciousness? Asking a wounded person to walk so far and check the village. I almost died.

Anyhow, for better wording, the village looked poor. Not really bad but it wasn't really good either.

There wasn't any remarkable shop either, just your everyday necessities; food and all that. There were some shops that were of questionable origin, as a man of justice, I'll check them later.

[Just say you want to check out brothels]

Ah shut it. As if I will stomp so low! I have standards!

"You seem new to this place. Why don't we come here and enjoy our baths? We'll make sure to serve you healthily."

… If only I had some money.

[Look at yourself]

"Ahem! Sorry miss, maybe next time."

'What? Do you hate used products or something?'

[I hate entering the Grand Canyon. Do you get it?]

'Well… can't fight with that. I was looking for a massage anyway.'

[Heh!]

'... I don't like the way you snickered just now.'

Anyway, there ain't much to see here and the sun is setting too. I guess I'll go back then. Not gonna lie, I am kinda disappointed with how...normal this world is.

[Why? You want goldy brings walking around mortals?]

Understandable. Have a nice day.

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