The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

Close your eyes to the light of the sun entering through the window.

I feel the position of the sun is very high for a long time.

Maybe you overslept?

"For that, huh?"

I don't feel tired for sleeping longer than usual.

Well, it was fun for two days, but it was tough.

I didn't think the Hathahi Village festival was such a festival with so much strength.

"I thought I could afford it because I just dance..."

Days 3 and 4 are dance days celebrating the coming of spring.

I was allowed to join the main street circle from time to time and enjoyed it as much as I wanted.

There is one type of dance, so once I remembered it, it wasn't hard.

However, the music was faster or slower and it was hard to dance together.

I dance the same way on day 4, but on day 4 a different investigation and dance were available.

The movement was a little intense with a faster and lighter tune than day 3.

I also enjoyed going around hand to hand with people dancing back and forth and more than day 3.

but long time to dance!

More than 10 hours in a total of 2 days while scissoring a break.

If I was invited because it was fun, I would stick around and it was pretty hectic on the 4th afternoon.

So I slept early yesterday.

"What time is it?

Get up on the bed and stretch.

Does it feel good to have your spine stretched when you raise your arm up?

"Morning, it's 11: 00."

He sat in the chair provided for the room, and Mr. Druid, who apparently was playing with Sola, answered.

Turning his gaze, Flem was on top of his head.

"Sorry, I overslept. Good morning, everyone."

"Puffy ~"

"Nya-yay."

"Teriyu ~"

"Pefu."

"I tried too hard yesterday, I had no choice. Just, Ivy."

"What?"

"Tomorrow is the festival's real deal, okay? Are you tired and tired?

Yes, it was.

Yesterday was still the previous festival.

Tomorrow is the main festival where the colored powdered dough meets each other.

"Slow down today and you'll be fine"

"Right, good. Well, I don't need that much strength tomorrow, like yesterday."

"Really?

Even though we bump into each other?

"I'm not running away from anything, because I just hit the dough on the person in front of me. It's easier than yesterday."

"Oh well. Good."

Get out of bed and grab some clothes and head to the bathroom.

Wash your face, brush your teeth and change your clothes.

Speaking of which, you haven't heard more about the festival.

"Mr. Druid, do we have a decision to make tomorrow?

"The number of dough you can get is 30, and if all the dough is gone, it's gone. Anyone who bumps into you can choose a color that doesn't come with it as much as possible. Time is from 1 to 3 o'clock at lunch."

Is the time fixed?

30 in two hours?

Sounds like you need it so much, but if you hit it, what's the end of it?

"It sounds easy, but it's pretty hard to pick a color and bump it. I can put it right on someone else."

"Ah, I see."

"Well, because it's definitely not determined to be a different color. It's just that they say it makes you happier to be able to wear different colors. Everybody's pretty desperate and amazing."

Don't think of a landscape that somehow gets desperate.

Some people were so uptight not to take a break when they danced or even meant to.

Speaking of which, I wonder what happened to that guy eventually.

"Also, it looks like we're starting to split the lottery between those who participated last time and the first day and those who participated on the second day"

"It is."

"Oh, they have about twice as many participants as the last time I joined."

"Double? Well, this is the only amazing guy."

People, people, people wherever you walk.

I'm just a little used to it, but I'm still overwhelmed by the number of people.

"Yes, because I kept the lottery."

"Thanks"

"Joining is the first day. You said you wanted to hear from Lord Foronda."

"Yeah. If it's because of you, I want to listen to you and bump the dough!

"Maybe it's easy because not many people go to hit Lord Foronda with dough."

"Because you're noble?

"Well, yeah"

Huh.

Oh, I'm hungry.

"I'm skipping breakfast. Just in time, and shall we have lunch?

"Yeah. Oh, you're looking at it again, huh?

"Yeah? Oh, yeah."

Trying to speak to everyone, Sol looking out the window enters his sight.

Kind of makes me nervous watching that.

"Somewhere...... no, it's nothing. Everyone's gonna have a little dinner."

Speaking of which, I think it's time we went to the dump and picked up some potions and magic items.

There are just a lot of people.

"What's up?

"I wanted to go to the dump."

"Oh, I used all the magic bags I had to prepare them, but you're starting to feel a little uncomfortable"

"Yeah."

I packed all the magic bags I had with potions and magic items and prepared them to go up for about a week.

but people got together sooner than I thought, so I couldn't get to the dump before the day I planned.

Sola and Flem are still fine, but there is a potential shortage of Sol's rice.

I'd like to go to the dump before it's gone.

"That's hard. Because there are people everywhere."

"That's right."

Is that it?

Speaking of which, I'm supposed to make lunch, why did you come down to the inn cafeteria?

The inn is basic, you're not leaving for lunch, are you?

"Mr. Druid. You're not gonna make lunch?

"That would have split the beef bowl a little before, wouldn't it, Mr. Chickal?

Speaking of which, that happened.

I was surprised when I ran into him eating rice, and he begged me to look at the bowl of beef utensils and share them.

You've got a little bit of momentum on the palate.

"I told you how to make it then, didn't I?

"Yeah. It wasn't that hard, so you briefly explained it orally."

"Oh, so they made it. He asked me to taste it in the morning, when we met."

Wow.

Even though it's not hard to say, the way you cook rice is a little tricky.

"Good morning. Sorry to bother you today. Please sit in your chair and wait as we will complete it immediately"

You felt signs of us, Mr. Chickal, putting your face in the dining room.

"Good Morning"

When I returned the greeting, I immediately returned to the cooking area.

After a while, I get a good scent that stimulates my appetite.

"Ugh, this scent is tough when you're hungry."

I can't hear my stomach ringing from earlier.

"Please wait. It was quite difficult to cook Kome. Wrong amount of water makes me drool."

"Isn't that how much water there was?

"Ha. Actually, I weighed it wrong, and I put three times as much water in it as you taught me. I was surprised to open the lid of the pan. 'Cause I was all over it."

"That one is delicious. I also recommend adding salt to taste and season with other pounds of vinegar and soy sauce."

"Was it? I tried it, but it doesn't taste like it and it looks like it somehow. That's why I threw it away."

Oh, you're not well.

"I like digestion, so I recommend it when my appetite drops due to heat."

"Heh, yeah. Anything else? Can't you put the equipment on?

"I think it's good. It goes with meat flavored with a little dark eyes."

"The next time I fail, I'll try."

Is failure a prerequisite?

I feel a little different, but I don't know what else to do because I haven't been able to eat it.

"Go ahead. I hope it tastes similar"

"" I'll have it ""

Eat a bowl of beef.

Delicious, just a little too flavorful, I guess.

If you keep eating, you'll be worried about the intensity.

Tell Mr. Chickal what you feel with Mr. Druid.

"Thank you. I'm going to finish it while Mr. Druid and Mr. Ivy are here and serve it to dinner."

The rice is spreading a little bit.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?