As the ceremony was beginning in the castle——
“Huh?”
It seemed to Kuze that constantly stirring a cauldron with a giant spatula was some form of torture. And, he had a feeling that someone called out to him.
He, who had a triangle bandana wrapped around his head, looked around himself in his apron. He turned around, and there was a single woman standing there.
“ ‘It’s been a while’, isn’t something I can say yet, eh, Kuze-dono? But, what exactly is this?”
The woman—Karuda—shyly observed the unfamiliar machine.
“Ah, sorry. This? Our job right now is making rations for the others.”
Kuze took off his triangle bandana and left the provisional tent to a subordinate as he stepped outside. Kuze’s platoon is using a type of field range in the SDF’s huge field kitchen to cook for those in need.
This way, they can distribute the food they make to those victims who have lost their houses and such. Their current job changed from being the heroes who saved the nation to a disaster dispatch team giving out food.
With the war over and nothing to do, the SDF members were motivated to do something rather than nothing, so a very real development to help the nation on land occurred.
The SDF’s special mission is emergency deployment over real battle. In their original world, such devotion was dedicated to overseas deployments, but the country has slowly started to accept it as well.
But, the idea of them as foreigners, who can use magic and have an unknown goal is still a deeply-rooted thought, and there is not even a single sign of life around. The Ground Self-Defense Force have expanded to the park in the middle of the city.
Right around the corner, you can see the bell tower for the church Ryumi works at. Some time ago, this was a lush place for the citizens to rest at. However, due to the Imperial soldier’s roughness, not a sign of that was left.
But, that there was little damage done to people from the meteorite was something to be happy about amidst the misfortune. Most of the meteorites fell into the ocean. A large number of the civilians had started taking steps towards reconstruction.
The members of the force were genuinely moved by their unending strength. Compared to the crisis of destruction the civilians had faced, this situation may not be so bitter. There was probably a sense of insecurity, but there isn’t too much disorder as there are leaders invested with respect to guide them.
“We enlisted the help of Ryumi-san, since after the war there was a lack of food, we are making food for everyone who we can reach out to.”
Karuda bent down on the bench in the park next to Kuze, who was already sitting, and looked at his profile and faintly smiled.
“As always, you’re a knight who likes simple work.”
“I haven’t been trained to do flashy things.”
He wiped his sweat from the hot sun illuminating the country, and replenished himself with a gulp of water from the bottle on his hip. There, he at last realized something.
“Ah, Karuda-san, those clothes…”
Today, she was not wearing her black military uniform. She was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that, at a glance, looked like a china dress. One could see her long legs peek out of the slits of the dress. If she weren’t wearing the light breastplate, she’d look like a lady going to an evening party.
“Yeah, I thought it’s no longer something that needs to be mourned…”
She said and raised her view to the sky. A small bird chirped while flying over her. Kuze also merely answered with a ‘that’s nice’. There was silence. But, he thought. He didn’t want to say anything awkward or imprudent to her, and he figured that if he simply stated his opinion, she could forgive him.
“Though I don’t have anyone I loved who died…”
“Ah.”
“… If I were to die, I’d want those I love to be happy.”
As he returned his water bottle to his waist, he added with a bitter smile.
“Well, I think maybe once in awhile I’d want to be remembered, though.”
“It would be something unforgettable…”
“Probably.”
“But, I think those who just make excuses and never move past it are cowards.”
Kuze gazed at her face. Was it common in this world to take years to move on? At least, if it’s for beautiful girls like her, that surely wouldn’t help, was the feeling he had.
Just as is, she was naturally pretty enough.
“… So, wh-what do you think?”
“Eh?”
Karuda, as though it were difficult to ask, averted her eyes away from Kuze when she asked.
“Do-does it look… Good? It looks like an import, though.”
Kuze, without thinking, was flabbergasted. He didn’t expect Karuda to say such a thing.
“Eh, eeh. It looks amazing, I think.”
It was a lazy statement. It was an ultimately bland thing to say.
“R-really? You mean it?”
“Y-yes. I mean it.”
But, with that, she seemed happy. A the same time, she looked down, out of a sense of embarrassment. Kuze, who had worried about what would be good to say to Karuda, suddenly felt a presence from behind him. Looking, he saw his subordinates grinning, looking at them. Someone in the group was even holding binoculars.
“Ooi! Go back to your posts! Ichinosee! You guys, don’t bring out the binoculars!”
Kuze’s subordinates ran off like scattered children of a spider. Karuda cleared her throat with a cough. From her breast pocket, she got a sheet of parchment.
“Th-that was a pointless discussion, let’s get to the main topic.”
“What is this?”
He stared at the parchment she presented. Kuze couldn’t read the characters on the parchment.
Being summoned to this world, it would appear they could only converse in the language.
“This is a notification of your medal to be given to you personally by Her Majesty the Queen. It is something of prestige, Kuze-dono.”
Karuda squinted her eyes.
“For this purpose, I have come to pick you up to bring you there immediately.”
“W-wait a bit, at least let me take off my apron…”
In hot haste, he began to make his outfit befit the occasion. Karuda grabbed that man’s hand tightly.
“Wa-it!”
“There will be no waiting! This is a medal given to you guys and no one else!”
“Auauagh…”
The victims around them saw a rare sight: a commissioned officer of the Flying Light Armor Unit walking with a man wearing strange green clothes. She lead him to the resting area of the giant birds, and there was one girl already standing there. She wore the navy blue and pure white clothes of a Shinto priest. She recognized Kuze’s form and her expression quickly brightened up.
“I’ve waited for you, Kuze-sama!”
“Even Ryumi-chan!?”
“Yes, thanks to you. I’ve today heard that you are to receive a medal of honor from Her Majesty, so together with Karuda-sama, we have come to get you.”
Ryumi respectfully asked him to ride on the saddle of a giant bird, saying “Now, now, this way.”
“Ah, eh, w-wait a second!”
Was it alright to ride like this, without a safety belt secured or stuff like that? Kuze confusedly searched for something to grab onto. He did such, and Karuda lightly moved to be on the neck of the giant bird to fly it.
“OK, let’s go.”
She donned her goggles on her forehead, and as the rider of the giant bird, grabbed the reins and yelled. Forcefully, the bird got up, and started running on the ground.
“Nouuuuuuaaaagh!?”
Kuze, who had never rode a bird like this or done anything comparable, raised a yell on the bird fiercely moving to fly off the ground. His pitiable voice went out to the blue skies of the southern side of the country. The cool breeze of peace wrapped around them.
As the ceremony was beginning in the castle——
“Huh?”
It seemed to Kuze that constantly stirring a cauldron with a giant spatula was some form of torture. And, he had a feeling that someone called out to him.
He, who had a triangle bandana wrapped around his head, looked around himself in his apron. He turned around, and there was a single woman standing there.
“ ‘It’s been a while’, isn’t something I can say yet, eh, Kuze-dono? But, what exactly is this?”
The woman—Karuda—shyly observed the unfamiliar machine.
“Ah, sorry. This? Our job right now is making rations for the others.”
Kuze took off his triangle bandana and left the provisional tent to a subordinate as he stepped outside. Kuze’s platoon is using a type of field range in the SDF’s huge field kitchen to cook for those in need.
This way, they can distribute the food they make to those victims who have lost their houses and such. Their current job changed from being the heroes who saved the nation to a disaster dispatch team giving out food.
With the war over and nothing to do, the SDF members were motivated to do something rather than nothing, so a very real development to help the nation on land occurred.
The SDF’s special mission is emergency deployment over real battle. In their original world, such devotion was dedicated to overseas deployments, but the country has slowly started to accept it as well.
But, the idea of them as foreigners, who can use magic and have an unknown goal is still a deeply-rooted thought, and there is not even a single sign of life around. The Ground Self-Defense Force have expanded to the park in the middle of the city.
Right around the corner, you can see the bell tower for the church Ryumi works at. Some time ago, this was a lush place for the citizens to rest at. However, due to the Imperial soldier’s roughness, not a sign of that was left.
But, that there was little damage done to people from the meteorite was something to be happy about amidst the misfortune. Most of the meteorites fell into the ocean. A large number of the civilians had started taking steps towards reconstruction.
The members of the force were genuinely moved by their unending strength. Compared to the crisis of destruction the civilians had faced, this situation may not be so bitter. There was probably a sense of insecurity, but there isn’t too much disorder as there are leaders invested with respect to guide them.
“We enlisted the help of Ryumi-san, since after the war there was a lack of food, we are making food for everyone who we can reach out to.”
Karuda bent down on the bench in the park next to Kuze, who was already sitting, and looked at his profile and faintly smiled.
“As always, you’re a knight who likes simple work.”
“I haven’t been trained to do flashy things.”
He wiped his sweat from the hot sun illuminating the country, and replenished himself with a gulp of water from the bottle on his hip. There, he at last realized something.
“Ah, Karuda-san, those clothes…”
Today, she was not wearing her black military uniform. She was wearing a white, sleeveless dress that, at a glance, looked like a china dress. One could see her long legs peek out of the slits of the dress. If she weren’t wearing the light breastplate, she’d look like a lady going to an evening party.
“Yeah, I thought it’s no longer something that needs to be mourned…”
She said and raised her view to the sky. A small bird chirped while flying over her. Kuze also merely answered with a ‘that’s nice’. There was silence. But, he thought. He didn’t want to say anything awkward or imprudent to her, and he figured that if he simply stated his opinion, she could forgive him.
“Though I don’t have anyone I loved who died…”
“Ah.”
“… If I were to die, I’d want those I love to be happy.”
As he returned his water bottle to his waist, he added with a bitter smile.
“Well, I think maybe once in awhile I’d want to be remembered, though.”
“It would be something unforgettable…”
“Probably.”
“But, I think those who just make excuses and never move past it are cowards.”
Kuze gazed at her face. Was it common in this world to take years to move on? At least, if it’s for beautiful girls like her, that surely wouldn’t help, was the feeling he had.
Just as is, she was naturally pretty enough.
“… So, wh-what do you think?”
“Eh?”
Karuda, as though it were difficult to ask, averted her eyes away from Kuze when she asked.
“Do-does it look… Good? It looks like an import, though.”
Kuze, without thinking, was flabbergasted. He didn’t expect Karuda to say such a thing.
“Eh, eeh. It looks amazing, I think.”
It was a lazy statement. It was an ultimately bland thing to say.
“R-really? You mean it?”
“Y-yes. I mean it.”
But, with that, she seemed happy. A the same time, she looked down, out of a sense of embarrassment. Kuze, who had worried about what would be good to say to Karuda, suddenly felt a presence from behind him. Looking, he saw his subordinates grinning, looking at them. Someone in the group was even holding binoculars.
“Ooi! Go back to your posts! Ichinosee! You guys, don’t bring out the binoculars!”
Kuze’s subordinates ran off like scattered children of a spider. Karuda cleared her throat with a cough. From her breast pocket, she got a sheet of parchment.
“Th-that was a pointless discussion, let’s get to the main topic.”
“What is this?”
He stared at the parchment she presented. Kuze couldn’t read the characters on the parchment.
Being summoned to this world, it would appear they could only converse in the language.
“This is a notification of your medal to be given to you personally by Her Majesty the Queen. It is something of prestige, Kuze-dono.”
Karuda squinted her eyes.
“For this purpose, I have come to pick you up to bring you there immediately.”
“W-wait a bit, at least let me take off my apron…”
In hot haste, he began to make his outfit befit the occasion. Karuda grabbed that man’s hand tightly.
“Wa-it!”
“There will be no waiting! This is a medal given to you guys and no one else!”
“Auauagh…”
The victims around them saw a rare sight: a commissioned officer of the Flying Light Armor Unit walking with a man wearing strange green clothes. She lead him to the resting area of the giant birds, and there was one girl already standing there. She wore the navy blue and pure white clothes of a Shinto priest. She recognized Kuze’s form and her expression quickly brightened up.
“I’ve waited for you, Kuze-sama!”
“Even Ryumi-chan!?”
“Yes, thanks to you. I’ve today heard that you are to receive a medal of honor from Her Majesty, so together with Karuda-sama, we have come to get you.”
Ryumi respectfully asked him to ride on the saddle of a giant bird, saying “Now, now, this way.”
“Ah, eh, w-wait a second!”
Was it alright to ride like this, without a safety belt secured or stuff like that? Kuze confusedly searched for something to grab onto. He did such, and Karuda lightly moved to be on the neck of the giant bird to fly it.
“OK, let’s go.”
She donned her goggles on her forehead, and as the rider of the giant bird, grabbed the reins and yelled. Forcefully, the bird got up, and started running on the ground.
“Nouuuuuuaaaagh!?”
Kuze, who had never rode a bird like this or done anything comparable, raised a yell on the bird fiercely moving to fly off the ground. His pitiable voice went out to the blue skies of the southern side of the country. The cool breeze of peace wrapped around them.
