The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Today is the third day of the previous festival.

Today and tomorrow will be dance days celebrating the spring visit on Main Street.

I was listening to you, but this is amazing.

On Main Street, people with instruments play music, and people form two rows around it to make a big circle.

The music is a delightful examination that gives a pleasant impression, and they all dance with pleasure.

"That's a good study"

"Oh, yeah."

As I watch everyone dance, I realize that everyone is making the same move.

I was anxious to see how I would dance, but I was relieved that it didn't seem so difficult.

"Everyone makes the same move."

"Oh, this festival does. You see two people in the center?

Turning his gaze in the direction Mr. Druid points to, there is someone dancing next to the person playing the instrument.

"Yes."

"Their dancing is fundamental. Everyone dances by imitating it."

I see.

"It's like, you're bonsai!

"What is Boomstick?

"What? What dancing at the festival...... what?

Is that it?

Something just came out of your mouth unconsciously, didn't it?

"Did I say something?

He said, "It's like a dumpling."

"Do I look like a dumpling? What was that?

"That's what I want to ask, maybe old memories?

"Looks like it. Looks like he's unconscious."

Do you think that's what this dance looked like when I saw you dance?

That's funny, if the words came out, you must have some impression, but nothing comes to mind.

Even though I wonder if there are festivals like this in my world before!

"Ivy, let's dance"

"Yeah. But this, how do you get me into that wheel?

I see people dancing, but I can't afford much because there are so many people.

"That sounds tough to interrupt."

"No, you can't because if we interrupt in this state, we'll have a fight. Step forward from the people watching and raise your hand. Because if you do, you'll replace me."

I see.

Raise your hand alongside Mr. Druid.

Waiting a little while in that state, someone who supposedly was a mother with a girl about 8 years old replaced us.

"Thank you"

No, have a good day.

Tilt your neck to the words hung.

Have a good day.

Mr. Druid utters the same word.

"Mr. Druid, does that mean anything to you?

"Oh, I'm sorry. You forgot to tell me. It's like saying hello when" Have a good day "was replaced."

Really?

Let's say it next time.

imitate and dance watching the previous person or the person dancing in the center.

Is that it?

My hands were the other way around.

Wrong!

"Difficult... even though it seemed easy"

"It's my first time, so I can't help it. But once I remember it, I repeat it later. Relax."

Yes, it is.

Oh, my hands are the other way around again.

Could it be me, not suitable for dancing?

"It's okay. Calm down, slow down. Right, left at. Yeah, yeah."

I manage to dance while Mr. Druid behind me helps me.

If it takes shape one by one, now I'll try to dance to match the sound.

Once you can dance, it's repetitive, so it makes it more fun to dance little by little.

"That's fun"

"I'm glad you said that. Until just now, I was a little harrassed."

To Mr. Druid, who was watching from behind, I'm sure he looked like he was making a funny move.

"I'm embarrassed. And I'm tired."

"I've been dancing for over half an hour."

"What, so much?

I didn't realize it because I was desperately dancing.

Don't get tired of that.

Is that it?

But the person before me has always been the same person.

Aren't you tired?

"Is it time to change? There's someone waiting for you."

Looking in the direction of progress, I don't know if it's a couple or a lover, but there's a nervous faceted man and a woman laughing at it.

"I'll ask them to take their place."

I'm telling men if women have noticed our gaze better.

Besides, a man seemed to sigh loudly.

Have a good day.

Have a good day.

I'll see how those two are doing after they're replaced.

Are women used to dancing to music right away, but the movement of men is hilarious.

Maybe he's just like me and a beginner.

Watching him move reminds me of my own earlier move.

He might be a good match for me.

"Ivy, shall we go out for lunch?"

"Yeah, back to the inn?

I made soup for lunch last night.

"Right, just can't calm down and eat here, so let's go back to the inn"

"Yeah, let's do that"

As I walked out with Mr. Druid, one stall entered my sight.

It looks like sandwiches are arranged there.

It's a sandwich.

When I get close with excitement, I do have a sandwich.

"Welcome aboard. This is Mr. Otrewa's favorite town."

"Huh??? Uh, Sando, what is it?

The shopkeeper laughs and tells me it's "Mr. Out of the Way".

"Are you famous in Otrewa town?

"Oh, the heroes spread the word."

A hero?

"Isn't that, Mr. Borolda?

Mr. Druid speaks in a low voice.

Mr. Borolda?

By that, I guess it's a sandwich?

Well, it looks like a complete sandwich, so there's no question about it.

Still, why is' Mr. Out of the Way 'such a strange name?

"Shall we buy it and go home?

I get a good nod to Mr. Druid's suggestion because I was concerned.

"Yeah, looks delicious"

Watch "Mr. Out of the Way" lined up.

They all have a lot of utensils and are quite thick.

I mean, I feel like I have too many utensils.

This is going to fill my stomach with one.

"How many can I eat?

"One is enough, if you're this big."

"Really? I got two? No, that's three."

Ask the store owner for 4 pieces of "Mr. Out of the way".

"What about the contents?

"With meat."

There was only meat and vegetables in Mr. Doodle.

As far as the outlets are concerned, meat seems to be more popular.

"Copy that. Yes."

Mr. Druid pays the price when he receives "Mr. Out of the Way" from the owner.

"Thank you"

"Maido"

Head to the inn with care not to be flushed by people's waves.

When I see the inn, I'm relieved.

The festive atmosphere is fun, but it can't be the number of people.

"Welcome home."

When I entered the inn, Mr. Chickal spoke to me.

"I'm home now. Tired."

"It's hard to get around because there are so many people."

Mr. Druid looks a little tired too.

"There are more people joining us every year. There used to be no more. So I couldn't take a dance break, and that was tough."

Did the old man keep dancing when he couldn't take a break?

That's a lot of strength.

I can't.