Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! (WN) - 159 The Decaying Leaf Family, to the Dojo

– Taking Lefir to the Decaying Leaf Mansion.

This is one of the things Mizumi always intended to do once she returned to modern Japan.

She is now in a state of some troubles, such as’ being held weak by the enemy ‘and’ cloudy on the sword muscle ‘.

I was hoping to be the thread for that resolution this time, and I tried to engage Lefir with Mirror Shiro.

Shiro Mirror of Decay Leaf. Strength is in an outward frontier, yet it sways in the frontiers of the human world, and is at a far height as a swordsman. Because I thought that a man like that might save the core of Lephire’s troubles and offer a definitive solution.

Therefore, as yesterday, visiting the neighboring Decaying Leaf Mansion and the Japanese House was combined.

Now next to Shuiming, there is Lefir. He is possessed by a small tremor like a samurai tremor, seeping into pieces the way he is dawning somewhere. Hatsumi, her father and master, with sword arms she herself acknowledges. He said he would meet such a human being. I would have just said that it is very natural to see restlessness in every part of what you do.

Now, he is dressed in clothes procured by Hydemarie, almost in the world, except for his floating away beauty. Unusual t-shirt with loose jeans. It comes together in a boyish outfit.

Because it is going to be a dojo, Mizumi also advised her to dress more easily.

“This is still easy enough to move. All the clothes in this world are superior.”

and. With that said, Fermenia, dressed in a piece, was also pleased that the quality of her clothes was superior.

“I’m sorry. – Was that it? Don’t all the clothes in this world stink?

“If it’s like over there, it’s not enough to get pushed back with defective products.”

“That’s… but if you remember this, hehe, maybe you can’t go back”

“I don’t know what else to do.”

Walking with such a joke between us, eventually before the Decaying Leaf Mansion.

Refile looked up at the gate and gazed at the Eight Keys Mansion next door to what he thought.

“That’s a lot different from Suimei’s house.”

“My house seems to have developed a rash as a result of incorporating an overseas magic system. It’s been like that for a long time. Common is the house there. Hatsumi’s house is traditionally built in this country, right?

“This one feels calm”

“Fine, Japanese-style mansion.”

Shuiming nods yeah yeah. Despite the fact that he was born in a Western mansion, he feels spiritual tranquillity in the Japanese room because of the Japanese? This can only be said to be because of DNA anymore.

Shuiming thinks about it, while Zukazuka and I inexplicably go into the Decaying Leaf Mansion.

Lefir watching it turns his eyes to surprise.

“… can I come in on my own?

“Here’s another monster like me. – Snow Oisa, are you there? Right?”

Calling in an extended voice, eventually, from behind the clash of doorways, Snow Odd, mother of Hatsumi, appears.

Snow Odds dressed in Japanese clothes, as usual, echoed the sound of patties and slippers.

“Mr. Shuiming, there you are. You’re the friend I was telling you about yesterday in the back, right?

My name is Lephire Grakis.

“This is polite. My name is Yuki Hatsumi, my mother.”

I was a refir with my head down once, but I’m reviewing what Snow Ode looks like and patting my eyes out. Perhaps you were surprised that Snow Ode said Mother. Both Mirror Shiro and Yuki are too young to say they look like high school parents.

“Beautiful.”

“Oh, you’re good. You make a girl cry, even if you’re blowing it that hard on everyone, right?

“No, not as good as Suimei around there”

“Hehe, that’s for sure”

“… I think if I did it yesterday, I’d be the source of the story.”

When Shuiming is no longer in stock and miso, he smiles from both of them. And I asked him in anticipation of the end of the conversation between Refill and Snow Ode.

“Mr. Yukio. Where’s the master now?

“It’s a dojo. I have an audition today.”

“Uh, do you have one today?”

The prolonging voice reminds me of its annoying smell.

If we keep going to the dojo, we’ll be bowling with the other disciples.

Shuiming is basically, poorly reconciled with them. For this reason, it was well thought that some might complain when suddenly they were to take outsiders.

But I stopped thinking if I could help myself.

Either way, we have to get Mirror Shiro to engage Refill.

“This way, please.”

Follow Snow Ode’s guide and take off your shoes and go up to the house with Refill.

What you can see from the edge is a beautifully maintained garden. Refill leaks an admirable breath when he sees a garden of flair that is not found in the other world.

“Lord Lemaire is about to say he wants to have a drink while looking at the moon.”

“Uh, that’s what that fox guild master would say.”

Talking about that, we eventually arrive at the dojo. Opening the drawer, disciples, including Hatsumi, sat side by side at the edge of the dojo.

Is there a lesson to be learned from this, or was it even going in Zen? When the water comes in, it runs deliberately. That would still be, naturally, surprising.

What the hell have you been doing without showing your face to the dojo so far?

You must be thinking about that. The quality of my gaze wasn’t very good either.

That seems to be the case because Shuiming often does not come to the dojo and is taken seriously by them. Of course, there’s a reason for that, but I can’t let you say it.

Anyway, Shuiming first worships the shrine and asks Lephire to do it as well.

(Swimei. A less welcoming atmosphere, though?

(It’s my fault. I’m sorry, but please don’t be uncomfortable)

When people talk like that and end their worship, they realize that there is water.

“Oh, you’re back, Tsutsu.”

“Yes. It’s been a long time, Mr. Mizumi.”

Lowering his head with words was a handsome man similar to Mirror Shiro. Stroke your forehead back and feel like long hair. Dressed in dojo attire, a wooden knife is placed on the side.

Hatsumi’s younger brother, Shigeye Tsido.

“You’ve already heard the story, haven’t you?

“Yeah. I thought that Mizumi did something pretty daring.”

“Hey, what’s that? You’re blaming me.”

“Ha, it’s a joke.”

Turning to the sticky gaze of accusation mixing, Chido laughs happily. The way you laugh looks just like your father, Mirror Shiro. Shuiming, like Hatsumi, is a familiarity from a long time ago. When I was young, I used to bake care as well as when I was in Hatsumi, so I was quite respected.

Safely colluding with my cousin, whom I haven’t seen in a long time, raises a voice pregnant with insurance on my pretense.

“Hey, you, don’t even show your face in the dojo. What were you doing?

“Hmm? Oh, Mr. Suwa.”

There were accusations. It was the young man, who was also seen as a promising stock in the dojo, who unleashed his voice. I guess this is how I make a strong statement here because I am confident in my power and if I do it, I am the type to let the senior wind blow.

In contrast to such an offering stare, Shuiming shrugs her shoulders with a breeze that blows,

“Stop, stop, stop.”

It was Mirror Shiro who immediately went into the stop.

“Normal But!

“In front of the guests.”

“That’s why I can’t show the one below then!

“I don’t show…”

Mirror Shiro also wants to stop or not, his attitude is vague, uncertain.

Speaking of Hatsumi, on the other hand, is he starting to get irritated by what Hatsumi says, or is he starting to represent restlessness.

… Indeed, my father’s intention to travel abroad a lot in mystery-related work, to not be able to participate in the audition, and not to grow up as a magician if he had too much reason as a swordsman, prevented me from doing a decent audition along the way. It can be said that there is no alternative to being taken seriously. But Mitsukshiro, the master, is well aware of the area, so there is no reason for him to say anything.

And naturally the others have no reason to know.

Out of the blue, because Mirror Shiro didn’t come out strong? They start making noise if they don’t talk.

Usually here again, Mirror Shiro gives a softer drink, but it still doesn’t look like it. It just makes sense. It just gives us a glance.

Maybe that’s what this is about, asking me to do something about it myself.

“Hey, why don’t you say something!

Takeshi tells him to blame again.

…………

“Are you going to ignore me, you!

I can’t stop sighing in an international loud voice that echoes in the dojo. Jesus Christ, I thought you were still a swordsman. I want to tell you to calm down a little bit because you’re Zen in the dojo.

And it came to pass that Mizumi, who had never opened her mouth, was about to rise up,

– Shut up.

Shuiming says so.

One of those whines was enough to dominate the field.

Mage Intimidation – Psychic Chills (Psychic Cold) to force silence.

The mystery worked and the dojo’s body temperature dropped all at once. All the noisy mouths and tongues stop moving as if they were frozen. The enthusiasm that was growing with complaining and anger until earlier became foggy as if it were an illusion or something.

One more sigh leaks out of Shuiming’s mouth too easily to quiet down. I think the mouth cracking is intolerable, so I peered sideways and said that the only people who are not intimidating me are the five people, including Mitsuro.

After confirming it, Shuiming walks up to the visitor. When he exposed the fire-eye golden jade to stare from above, the young man, who was favoring the width, hardened as if he had been in gold bondage.

“… Until now, I didn’t want to tell you about the gymnasium, but I’m a better brother, right? Just keep your mouth shut around here.”

“What…, but…”

“I need to complain about something. Now you can move, and then you can say it… I won’t say what a luxury. But if you’re gonna squirt, at least not until you’ve got enough nerve to talk properly. You got it?

Saying so, I turn my heels back in order to get back to the place under Refill.

And as I recall, turn around,

“And I’ll tell you what. The audition for the part you’re doing is over by the time I’m ten.”

When Shuiming finishes saying that and untangles the intimidation, he gradually starts to sound surprised.

Eventually I heard a laugh from behind the dojo.

The Lord of Leaked Sneaky Laughter is Shiro the Decaying Leaf Mirror.

“Kuku…… Shuiming. Don’t freeze my dojo.”

“I’m sorry”

When Mitsumi honestly bows her head, Mitsuro asks.

“And, Master, what’s the story now?”

“Oh. Just like I said, huh? Shuiming is finishing the whole foundation by twelve. We have to do a lot of things. You know, you’re not smart enough to be schooling us.”

In his middle-aged, bear-like appearance, he gazes.

He is currently a schoolmaster at Decaying Leaf Dojo.

“Ju, schoolhead…”

“In this dojo, the Eight Keys are more ancient stock than in the Normal Dynasty. If they say that, no one can say it back.”

He’s right, it wasn’t long after the dojo was formed that Mitsuro started learning the sword from Mirror Shiro. In a way, Shuiming is also his best disciple.

Two, a man called the schoolhead turned to Mizumi.

“Boy. Mon says if you sprinkle that intense majesty in your usual days, you’ll be tight inside the dojo, too. Hey, Normal.”

“Naturally. He’s the son of a man I admired with Aniki, isn’t he? There’s no way you’re weak. Everyone I don’t know is plotting against me. Hey, Hatsumi.”

“Wow, I knew as much as I knew the water was strong!

“Really?

As Shuiming scratches his head behind him, he hears the sound of applauding the shrine from behind.

When he arrived, a girl with long dark hair was giving thanks to the shrine.

Dark hair illuminated in blue, separate from the dark ones held by High Demary. With molluscs under both eyes and medieval beauty. The manifestation of a Yamato stroke. It’s the perfect Japanese beauty. The atmosphere makes the snowflakes even clearer and quieter. As the shadow may seem thin, the signs are terribly thin.

“Izuki.”

“Long time no see, Mr. Eight Keys.”

The girl responding to Shuiming’s voice shows a gentle grin and bows her head.

She is another genre of human beings receiving sword gestures from Mirror Shiro. Its power is high, equal to that of Hatsumi. Strong enough to be invincible with the arms of a sword to the extent of water.

“I felt something cold earlier, did something happen?

“No, it’s trivial. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“No, I was worried about you two, and I thought it wouldn’t matter.”

“Hatsumi and I have already paired?”

“Yes, I borrowed your garden tip earlier, about three bottles”

When she turned her gaze to Hatsumi as Mizumi asked, she smiled invincibly.

“Win, lose, split.”

“Is that you now?

“That’s right. That’s Izuki. I’m gonna wake up.”

Hatsumi and Izuki, they are laughing at each other. Sometimes the years are the same, and we’re usually close.

Then, Izuki turns her gaze to Lefir. His eyes were lit with definite slashing and belligerent light. Having eyes like that must have spotted the power.

And as we show it to be true,

“You too are quite skilled.”

“Are you enough to compete with Miss Hatsumi in the arms? I’d like to go along with it.”

“Yeah, if you get a chance”

When Refile turns lightly to force, as soon as he does, silence dominates the perimeter of Izuki, along with swordswallowing signs.

Sound, die. Because of the unnatural silence as if words like that suited me, I can’t even hear the noise of mingling, breathing.

against a swordsman who sank himself silently, while Mizumi panicked,

“Hey Izuki. I brought him here because I wanted my teacher to see a lot of things. I’m sorry, but I need you to wait.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

When Izuki solves the signs, she remembers the sound coming back. And a mundane smile.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me”

That’s what she says and bows her head, sitting right in the open area of the dojo.

(I see. It’s grainy)

(Is he, Hatsumi, Chido and Kunda special?)

Shuiming finds herself in conversation with Lefir in a small voice.

“Ah, Master. If you’re working…”

“Don’t worry about it. If I told you from scratch, the sun would go down.”

Shuiming leads Lefir to guide him and makes him sit in front of Mirror Shiro. When asked to take an easy-going stance that he would not be used to the front seat, Mirror Shiro called.

“So you’re the one who needs advice?

“Yes, my name is Refile Grakis”

“I’m listening to you in advance. Take it easy without straining your shoulders.”

“Thank you for your concern”

That said, Refill bows his head gently. And look up, and look seriously at Mirror Shiro’s face…

…………

Such a strange face.

“What’s up?

“No, I heard Miss Hatsumi’s father.”

“Oh, you’re definitely my father, aren’t you?

“… so did your inner instincts, but you’re young”

“Sort of. Forty-five this year.”

…………

When I heard Mirror Shiro’s words, Refill’s eyes dotted. The look of Snow Odd is also young in his thirties or so, but as for Mirror Shiro, he is young in circles.

“You’re a monster.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Really.”

My son, daughter, and nephew tell me that, and Ugh Mirror Shiro distorts his face.

“You guys.”

They say, but they all turn away, as they have shown. Breathtaking Mizuminos.

Together with that, Shuiming asks Lefir.

“… so what do you think of the first look?

“I’m scared.”

“Heh?”

“I wonder what. I guess it’s because it only looks normal. I don’t doubt you because you are strong. [M] But I can’t see one scale at all.”

“Right. – Master, it’s a fraud.”

“Cheater, I don’t think that’s what you can say.”

The pointer comes in again from Refill, and Shuiming gets his tongue out.

Then Mirror Shiro stood up quickly.

“Shall we just do it?”

“Are you sure? Isn’t there more of an audition for the dojo?

“No problem. You’ll be trained to just watch.”

Mirror Shiro leaves his gaze wandering like a wooden knife and other hanging walls. But that look is not as sharp as an eagle targeting prey – it’s like an amateur eyewitness crawling a frigid gaze at a pot dot bonsai.

Mm-hmm. And as far as I can see, there’s some confusion.

And have you found something that suits your intentions?

“Right. There’s nothing exactly like replacing your weapon, but how about this?

Mirror Shiro offers Lefir a longer wooden sword. The length is a little shorter than her gain, and she is not wide, but it seems to be the closest of the wooden swords currently in the dojo.

By offering Mirror Shiro without asking at all, Lefir exposed his confusion.

“Um, give me my stuff”

“Yours is a big, wide sword, isn’t it? Tahei or something like that.”

Returned to Refill was a nibbly grin like a naughty kid. Huh. Refile said, “Did you tell him?” He leans in the kind of gaze he explores, but Shuiming shakes his neck to the side.

Mizumi, too, just told him there was a swordsman he wanted you to see, and he didn’t even say that.

Then,

“That’s all I know.”

Mirror Shiro, this is it. Saying so like a liar, Kerakera and laughing were still obscured by the creeps that didn’t make her feel like she was only there.

The look on Lefir’s face, who held the wooden sword, was a slight grin full of anticipation. I guess I was reminded of Mirror Shiro’s out-of-the-box, and his excitement as a swordsman swelled up.

As soon as she got to her standing position,

“Hmm? This is…”

The first person to raise his voice was Mirror Shiro.

Even if I just looked at the setup, I guess I knew something. Although it is common to take a gap free structure, did you discern from the fact that you deliberately took a gap created structure that you said you were experienced?

Refile holds the pattern of the wooden sword with both hands, stands with his sides tightened, while Mirror Shiro, on the other hand, says, holds the wooden knife on his shoulder and stands unwrought.

That’s just it.

Eventually, Refile stepped in…… and the stand-up began.