Reincarnation Band Magician

"Right now, I should focus more on the world than on work. Thank you."

"You're welcome. After all that, I understand. I'll move to another place when I make money. This place doesn't look suitable for living. I need a place with more life."

"you!"

"I'll reserve a room for you later, hahaha!"

Both Yukari laughed.

"Then you must let me see it then."

Neither of them had ever experienced such a lively morning.

The same goes for the two in the kitchen.

One was immersed in the similar warmth of her friend's mother, and the other understood what her daughter had been going through during this period.

……

Under the same rain curtain, earlier, Qing, who had dull ears, opened his eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, the social relationships in the family of orphans and widows became complicated overnight, with the addition of widows, aunts, cousins, or older sisters.

He won't know for the time being.

Activity.

The human body... has a sense of living fluidity.

Because of his injuries and the unfamiliar environment, his sleep was very light.

If it were a demon, he could use magic to speed up the repair, but in this world, he felt that magic was more important than healing.

When the sound of something light—probably a stuffed animal—fell to the ground was heard in the Ijichi sisters' room, Qing got out of bed.

Tidy up the things.

His clothes had been hung out to dry. In fact, only the outer coat was worth washing. The two inner coats had holes in them and became even more torn after washing. He planned to throw them away when he went out later.

Just stay for one night, you can't stay here forever.

The next time I come back, my mother will also be resurrected. What should I do then? I should have a clue.

Sure enough, we should start with the underlying logic first?

Qing patted his head.

It's scary to get used to fighting and killing.

Sometimes I feel scared. Besides holding a sword, what else can these hands do? Wait, they can do quite a lot of things.

If it's limited to peaceful professions, then in this era, it's still music, right?

On the way here yesterday, I saw a lot of news and reports. Information everywhere showed that this is a world where music is ten or even nine times more popular than before.

Boys playing cards and girls playing in bands is the trend of the times.

However, the three major instruments of the band are still guitar, bass and drums. The violin and piano that I have practiced in recent years cannot be integrated into the band. I need to pick up the bass and practice again. At the same time, I can consider switching to keyboard player.

These two are rare professions. According to incomplete statistics, for 90% of people, their first impression of a band is guitar, followed by drums.

Bass? Isn't that a guitar?

Whether you plan to make this a career or not, you can make some money from this first. Yesterday, I passed by the door of a live broadcast and saw a flyer recruiting supporters. The salary was not bad.

Write down all the support requests and take the average salary. If you are supporting more than 6 teams and calculate based on stable band activities once every two weeks, your salary level will be up to the Tokyo average.

Qing felt that he could probably serve in more than 10 branches.

Okay, now we have a direction for development. The first question is, the GB E-II he is used to using is about 28 yen, or he can switch to a Roland V-Combo VR-730 and become a keyboard player, which seems to be about the same price.

So, where can I find someone to V him for 30 yen to buy a bass?

Let’s put this aside for now.

Are there any other possibilities? I think I mentioned making a game before.

Speaking of which, his cards and adventure notes...are with Fulilian.

There is no need to rush. Next time you can ask someone what the popular card game themes are.

My thoughts accidentally drifted away.

After hearing the change in the breathing sound in the room, Qing went to the bathroom, quickly changed the gauze, and washed up briefly.

The bloody bandages and clothes were thrown together, folded and placed in a paper bag, ready to be taken out and thrown away later.

Based on his experience yesterday, this would be used as a prop if taken out.

A short break on the journey: 234. A weak morning

[I became weak, because of Hong Xia? ]

Ijichi Xingge thought for a long time on the bed, listened to the noise outside, and after a while, she grabbed her messy blonde hair, opened the door and walked out.

Not very good at dealing with people.

It's okay for business, but in this kind of situation, there's really nothing we can do.

Maybe it was because people became more sentimental at night. Now thinking about it again, the eldest sister Ijichi couldn't understand why she would let a stranger in.

There was a drunkard and a... Recalling her sister's strong arms, the elder sister felt a little safe.

All in all, no matter what, next time you can't act rashly just because of the so-called "feeling". At most, you can advance some money and let them stay in a hotel.

Be as strict as your work.

【Then let him go tactfully. 】

Thinking so, I walked into the living room.

As usual, there was no strange smell in the air, but there was something strange.

The smells of miso soup, fried fish, fried eggs, and rice.

It’s as if the entire space is “filled”.

In the past, Hongxia prepared breakfast, but she didn't get up from bed.

Ichichi Hoshige was stunned.

On this unconscious morning, she had a certain feeling, a very familiar feeling from the past that she had ignored resurfaced. It was a luxury that she wanted to go back to but could not.

She touched her eyes.

It must be because I slept for too long, I feel a little sore.

"I really slept like a fool..."

Ichichi Xingge slapped herself a little harder.

[Don't be stupid, idiot. Now it's just you. You take care of your sister.]

——Although my younger sister takes care of me in life.

Don't think about the past, it will make you weak.

Probably, no, definitely Nagasaki Kiyoshi did it.

That kid is just a child. Although we had a good communication yesterday, some children are good at pleasing others the first time they meet, but that may not be the case when getting along with them for a long time.

"You only say it, but you really treat her like your mother. I really am..."

After a simple wash, I came back and found the table full as if it had been cast by magic, or covered with Doraemon's delicious tablecloth.

A typical Japanese breakfast, with miso soup, tamagoyaki, grilled fish, shrimp and mushrooms placed on top of chawanmushi (steamed egg), and finally two pieces of cilantro in the middle, fresh and juicy.

A person wearing an apron was scooping rice with a rice spoon. The distinct grains of rice formed a round and pleasing arc in the bowl.

Since its creation, this dining table has never been blessed with such a sumptuous breakfast. The two sisters have always been getting along well with each other, and their requirement for food is that it tastes normal and is edible.

The elder sister also told her younger sister not to make too much trouble and just to be able to eat it.

So usually it's miso soup with a sachet of seasoning mixed with boiling water, served with rice balls, or miso soup cooked carefully with bread, which is something else entirely.

"Good morning, Sister Xingge. I used some leftover ingredients from yesterday's sukiyaki to make miso soup. I apologize for taking the initiative, but the quantity was too small and I didn't want to waste it... Do you like the other dishes? If not, I can make more."

Qing turned around apologetically, feeling a little embarrassed.

Because he was distracted just now, cooking was a completely subconscious behavior.

I originally wanted to wait for Xingge to wake up and ask about the taste, but for some reason he didn't come down for a long time.

As soon as Qingyi let his mind wander, his body started moving on its own and he finished his breakfast.

For him, modern breakfast is also a long time coming.

When traveling, I am used to eating bread with jam in the morning, or soup made with dried meat, and then using crystal magic, which is also sandwiches or something like that.

Ah, I was distracted again.

I just turned back into a human and found that people have so many distracting thoughts.

During this period, Ichichi Xingge was also in a trance.

"Goo~"

hungry.

And it's not just hunger.

There was a sudden feeling of emptiness in my heart, and then it was clearly filled.

She looked into those gentle blue eyes, and a mixture of emotion, confusion, and shame hit her heart, making her cheeks hot.

Ms. Yijizhi covered her face with one hand and subconsciously reached into her trouser pocket with the other hand.

There should be something here that can be used to solve the current situation.

A small square box containing a small round metal ring.

Why isn't it here?

【wrong! 】

Feeling that she was being bewitched again, the elder sister was still frightened and slowed down.

【At least find a romantic time, right? 】

Not right either!

"Ms. Ijichi's hair hasn't been done yet in this weather. I made dinner early, so it might be cold. If you don't mind...how about I help with it?"

"that……"

The 29-year-old girl's cheeks turned red.

"Kid! Do you look down on me? Something like combing your hair..."

"Please, consider it a token of your gratitude. I'm a stranger staying here, and I'd feel bad if I didn't do something for you."

"If that's the case..."

Came to the bathroom.

They were about the same height. Xingge didn't dare look at herself and Qing's faces in the mirror. She lowered her eyes and looked at her hair.

It was very quick, just a few swishes. Except for the initial unfamiliarity with the comb, which made her movements a little slow, she finished it easily afterwards, even twisting it around with some lingering touch.

The hair lay limply on the comb, sliding down reluctantly, as soft as it could be.

Miss Ijichi, who had to fight with her hair every morning, widened her eyes. If her hair was as stubborn as a wild raccoon cat before, now in the hands of this boy, it has become a domestic rag doll.

Why?

Why?

Am I still asleep?

Afterwards, under a gentle scalp massage, the somewhat drowsy Miss Xingge began to think about this problem.

Then cover your face with a warm towel and gently wipe your cheeks, neck, and ears, cleaning them carefully before you get scared.

A cool breeze blew past, and that comfortable and lazy feeling was like soaking in water, and then slowly dissipated as I stood up.

There was some nostalgia, but it had served its purpose of sobering her up.