[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

"Huh? Do you live here?" I hugged the cat and took a few steps forward to follow behind him. Nakahara Chuya muttered "Why did he suddenly become bolder?", turned around and lowered his head to continue walking forward. It gave me a cold "um".

I don't have any problem with this attitude. It's not normal for strangers who just exchanged names to show enthusiasm.

"Is there a special hole dug here? It's amazing." I looked back at the sunken ground behind me, and the boy in front of me told me the reason without any concealment: "Seven years ago, this place was flat, and then there was a huge accident. It exploded, and that's what happened."

"The explosion, there must have been a lot of injuries, are you okay?" I was probably alive seven years ago, but I don't remember.Zhong Yuanzhong also heard my embarrassing chat as if he heard a joke, turning half of his body to look at me with a half-smile: "What nonsense are you talking about, how could I get hurt because of such a shit."

Maybe because he didn't want to continue this topic, he asked me while walking: "Oda Kenxun Shrine, your surname is Oda?"

"No, I don't have a surname. I'm an orphan. I'm just looking around at the shrine. I'm not even a maiden."

"Ah, I'm sorry. That, Jianxun Shrine, who is it dedicated to?"

"...Oda Nobunaga!"

"Uh...who?"

See, I'll just say this is so weird that even the locals can't help but be speechless.

We walked all the way and chatted without saying a word. I heard that I was just left alone in Yokohama by my brother. He immediately took the initiative to introduce this city to me-of course, the precautions for living here. What port can’t go, Lei It’s best not to come to Bo Street, never go out at night, and find the nearest bunker to hide when you hear the sound of “da da da”, and so on.

No, is your living life so exciting? !

"You have to pay attention, especially the five tall dark buildings at the port, don't get close to them." He was unexpectedly warm-hearted, and waved his hand to point me in the direction: "That is the stronghold of the port mafia, with a group of mad dogs Like, nothing good."

I looked up and took a look in the direction he pointed... Well, this height is deeply in my heart, and bungee jumping is definitely fun.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't notice my longing expression: "I heard that their boss is sick. I think it's because of a mental illness. Even ordinary people will be accidentally involved in the clean-up list. The military and police are a bunch of waste. Except I can’t do anything with the corpse.” Lala Zaza, a young man, told me a lot of “little common sense about life in Yokohama”, and for his kindness, I decided to treat him to something to repay.

Anyway, they sent me out of the slums, without complaint or impatience, and told so many things that only local people know, I was tired after walking for so long.

I looked up and saw a curry shop standing alone on the side of the coastal road. Although it didn't look like a business, the smell wafting out of it was really good.

"Well, Zhongyuan...Chuya? I'm a little tired from walking, can I take a rest?" Even if I'm not tired, my cat can't stand it anymore.

"Tsk, why are you so useless, walking so slowly and you're tired after just a few steps!?"

"I've been walking for an hour..."

"……All right."

I pushed open the door of the curry shop and walked in, Nakahara followed behind.I saw that he seemed to be taking out his wallet to check something, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Boss, what is the signature curry?"

If you don't speak, you probably won't be found if you stand there until tomorrow morning...

The boss is a fat middle-aged man. A pot of curry is stewed on the stove behind him, which makes the index finger move. There is already a red-haired young man sitting there waiting by the bar.He looked at me with some confusion, as if he couldn't figure out why there were suddenly more people in the air.

"Oh, hello, miss. The spicy curry here is delicious. If you don't believe me, you can ask Oda-kun. He comes here almost two or three times a week."

The red-haired young man at the bar nodded honestly: "It's really delicious."

I looked up at the menu hanging on the wall, then looked back at Nakahara Nakaya, and quickly said to the boss before he noticed something: "Then I want a spicy one and a sweet one, and the sweet one for this one." Bro."

At first glance, he was still a child, so he probably couldn’t eat spicy food!

"Huh? You woman, you look down on me, don't you!" This guy was unexpectedly sensitive, and immediately understood what I meant.

I put the cat on the stool next to the bar, and explained softly with a smile: "Why, it's just hot today, and I'm afraid you may feel unwell after eating spicy food. I'm different, I'm just an ordinary person, and occasionally It doesn’t matter if you have a stomachache or toothache, so you can naturally eat whatever you want.”

"...Hey, you're not as tall as me. When you're a child, be careful to be so hot that you cry!" He found a blind spot, and then poked it happily.

I jumped up like I was stepped on my tail and said to him: "What are you talking about, brat! Is there a certain relationship between height and whether you can eat spicy food?! I am only 16 years old, and I am still in the growth period, and I will definitely grow in the future Tall! It's you, don't keep this height for thousands of years!"

What to see! 1.5 meters eight is rounded up to 1.6 meters!

"You're a 16-year-old woman and you're still so short! I'm different, I'm only fourteen, hahahahaha, I don't know who is taller." He stretched out his hand and drew a gap of two centimeters, triumphantly .

Don't stop me!I'm going to clean this brat today!

At this time, the guest surnamed Oda suddenly said: "Are you relatives? The relationship is really good."

The air immediately quieted down, Zhong Yuanzhong and I stared at each other as if we had seen a ghost, ah, no, he really saw a ghost, because I was a necromancer, and now I am a magical weapon.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, how can I be related to this kind of guy who looks like a pampered lady." He dragged out the stool and sat on it, and I also patted my chest with lingering fear: "Yes, yes, I had been living in Kansai before, so how could I know Kanto's relatives."

Even if there is, I don't remember, and the pupil color is completely different, impossible.

"Sorry, because the color of your hair is too similar, so I guessed it randomly." The red-haired young man narrowed his eyes and stared at our heads one by one for a while, "I'm sorry, except for the color of your hair, you really have nothing similar The point is that I was wrong."

"That's right! Speaking of hair color, uncle, don't you have red hair too." Zhong Yuan Zhong also lay on the bar counter, tilting his head and sticking out a finger to tease the cat lying on the stool waiting for food.I asked the boss for some clean water to feed it slowly, then went to the back kitchen and asked him to scoop up some stewed clean meat and tear it open on a disposable plate, then made a "shh" gesture to the boss, took out Paper bills settled the bill.

I have too much time to count, and I can always find ways to earn money by working part-time, but it is different for a teenager like Zhongya Zhongya who is surviving in a slum, and there is no need to add extra burdens to him.And as a thank you, you can't let the person being thanked pay for it, right?

The boss accepted the banknotes with a smile, and I told him that there is no need to give change, so he happily added a big spoonful of curry to our plate: "I will come here often in the future, I am still very confident in my craftsmanship." !"

The boss and I walked out of the back kitchen one after the other, first put the torn stew in front of the cat, and waited for it to sniff and eat slowly before I sat on the bar and picked up the spoon. Creatures are eating hard.

This curry shop is really worthy of customers. I think that as far as curry is concerned, his craftsmanship is as good as that of the owner of Emiya, and I am super satisfied.After the meal, the boss also gave us iced oolong tea, which can be said to be very conscientious.

"Ah! Great satisfaction!" I put down the spoon and rubbed my stomach. There was still some food left on the plate, but I couldn't eat any more, and I was about to spit it out...

Nakahara Chuya's plate was clean, and the red-haired young man's plate was also clean. I was a little ashamed—I couldn't eat, and I was still fat. I probably couldn't save it.

The boss smiled and took the plate away, and I slipped out with the cat in my arms. It didn’t take long for Zhong Yuanzhong to catch up with me from behind, probably because the boss refused when paying the bill, and he seemed a little angry: “You bastard , I'm not going to let a woman pay the bill!"

"Ah, don't take it to heart. I'm just expressing my gratitude. You sent me out. Thank you very much. Or do you want me to owe you something, and then go to Leibo Street to find you again?"

I can't see that your kid with thick eyebrows and big eyes can still come up with such a routine!

I hugged my cat and walked leisurely in the direction of the shrine. The boy turned his face away and snorted coldly: "Forget it, let's not make an example. Don't go to Leibo Street, it's not appropriate."

This place is very close to the shrine. I walked for about 15 minutes and found the path leading to the shrine. Nakahara Nakaya sent me to the torii gate and looked up and sighed: "You really live in the shrine. It looks pretty desolate!"

"Yes, the master's family is studying abroad, and an acquaintance recommended me to come over to help look at the house and sweep the floor." I pushed open the door of the shrine: "Do you want to come in?"

"No." He refused very simply: "I have to go back. If I'm not here, maybe they will provoke someone again."

For this young man who can see me, I feel a little bit reluctant, and I don't want to be forgotten after half an hour: "Well, it's also a shrine anyway, I can be regarded as a priest for the time being, do you have any wishes?"

Artifacts, of course, are priests, am I wrong!

"Ah? Wish? How could I have such an illusory thing!" He looked at me for a while with an expression of "You guys are so troublesome", and finally lost the battle: "Okay, wish, um ...Let's find out one thing as soon as possible. Huangbatu, do you know anything?"

I stretched out a hand and put it in front of him: "Incense money, five yen Shenghui."

"Are you kidding me?!" His voice was more fierce than his expression, but he still took out a five-yen coin from his pocket for a long time: "Here, if you can't say one, two, three, I'll beat you up." You, don't care if you are a woman."

I took the coin and rolled my eyes: "First of all, don't open your mouth and shut up about women, it's too ugly, be careful that you won't find a girlfriend in the future. Secondly, who said I don't know anymore? Huang Ba Tu is the god of Aomori , It seems to be a kind of Araman Yuhun, it is very old. Aomori, you know? It is only separated from Hokkaido by a strait, and the most famous ones are apples and the statues of Araba spit all over the streets and alleys."

Fortunately, in order to master the curse song, he frantically made up for a period of time, otherwise the ghost would know what Huang Ba spit is.

But this answer was obviously not what Zhongyuan Zhongye wanted. He nodded flatly and said "Oh", "God, I understand." Then he glared at me: "Don't run to Leibo Street again! Let me see you again. I'll beat you up!"

I snorted vaguely and waved at him. The guy turned around and slipped away, running quite fast.