Chapter 2: 2
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ダンッ！ ダンッ！ と何かを床や台に叩きつけているような音と共に、わたしが寝ている場所がぐらんぐらんと揺れた。振動するたびに、まるで頭を殴られているように頭が痛み、わたしは小さく呻きながら眉をきつく寄せた。
Dang! Dan! The place where I was sleeping shook with the sound of hitting something against the floor or table. Each time I vibrated, my head hurt as if I was hitting my head, and I broke my eyebrows tightly.
うるさい……。マジうるさい。
その迷惑な騒音と揺れはすぐに終わるものではないようで、一定のリズムで続いてて、とても寝ていられない。
Noisy … Seriously noisy.
ぐわんぐわんと頭に響いてくる振動に意識が覚醒したわたしは耳を塞いで騒音をやり過ごそうとした。
それなのに、身体が自分の思った通りに動かない。インフルエンザにでもかかったような高熱と関節の痛みが全身に広がっている。
The annoying noises and shakings do not seem to end immediately, followed by a certain rhythm and cannot sleep.
「うっ……」
現状把握には眼鏡が必要だ。わたしは目を閉じたまま、いつだって枕元に置いてあった眼鏡を探した。身体中がじんわりと痺れているようで、手の動きは鈍い。
I was awakened by the vibrations reverberating in my head, and I tried to make noise by closing my ears.
もそもそと動く手の動きに合わせて、カサカサと自分の体の下で紙や草のようなものが擦れるような音がした。
「……何の音？」
However, my body does not move as I expected. High fever and joint pain that spreads from the flu has spread throughout the body.
熱のせいでかすれているはずなのに、高くて幼い声がわたしの口から出た。どう考えても聞き慣れた自分の声ではない。
高熱で全身がだるいので寝ていたいが、自分を取り巻く異常性をこれ以上無視することもできず、わたしはゆっくりと重い瞼を開けた。
“Wow …”
結構高い熱があるようで、わたしの視界は潤んで歪んでいる。涙が眼鏡の役割でもしているのだろうか、普段の視界よりずっと鮮明に見えた。
「え？」
Spectacles are necessary to grasp the current situation. I looked for the glasses that were always on my bedside with my eyes closed. The body seems to be gradually numb and the movement of the hand is slow.
目に入ったのは、元はおそらく白かったのだろうが、煤けて黒く汚れた天井と何本も組み合わされた黒っぽい太い柱と巨大な蜘蛛の巣。
どれもこれもわたしの記憶には全くないものだった。
In the first place, the sound of paper and grass rubbing under my body in line with the movement of the moving hand.
「……ここ、どこ？」
潤んだ目から涙が零れないように気を付けながら、眼球だけで周りを見回せば、明らかにわたしが生まれ育った日本ではないことだけはすぐにわかった。
“… What sound?”
天井の形状から察する建築様式は和風ではなく、西洋風。それも現代の鉄骨のものではなく、昔のものっぽい。
わたしが寝かされているベッドは固くて、マットレスがない。そして、異様にチクチクする素材がクッション代わりに使われている。上掛けとして掛けられている薄汚れた布からは変な臭いもするし、ノミやダニがいるのか、身体のあちこちが痒い。
A high and young voice came out of my mouth even though it was supposed to be faint due to heat. It ’s not my voice that I ’m used to listening to.
「ちょっと、待って……」
わたしの記憶の最後にあるのは大量の本に押しつぶされたことだが、何とか救出されたというわけでもないようだ。少なくとも、こんな薄汚れた布に患者を寝かせる不潔な病院は、わたしの知る限り、日本には存在しない。
[I want to sleep because my whole body is sluggish due to high fever, but I can no longer ignore the abnormalities surrounding me, and I slowly opened a heavy heel.
恐る恐るわたしは自分の手を目の前にかざしてみた。視界に映ったのは痩せこけた細くて小さな子どもの手だった。
わたしは基本的に屋内に引きこもって、本を読んでいたので、日焼けしていなくて不健康そうなところは同じだ。だがしかし、22歳だったわたしの手はきちんと大人の手だった。こんな栄養失調っぽい小さな子どもの手とは違う。
It seems that there is quite a high fever, and my view is moist and distorted. It seemed much clearer than usual, whether tears also played the role of glasses.
握ったり、開いたり、わたしの意思で動く子供の手。自分の意思で動かせる身体が見慣れた自分のものではない。あまりの衝撃に口の中が干上がったようにからからになっていく。
「……何、これ？」
“Huh?”
これはもしかしたら転生だろうか。わたしの願いを聞き届けた神様が、また本を読めるように転生させてくれたのだろうか。
わけがわからない。
The eyes were probably white, but the dark black pillars and huge spider web combined with a dark and dirty ceiling.
わたしは少しでも情報が欲しくて、重たい頭を上げて熱のある身体をゆっくりと起こす。汗でべったりと髪が首元に張り付いているのにも構わず、部屋の中を見回した。
ベッドらしき台と、その上にかけられた薄汚れた上掛けと物を入れておくための木箱がいくつかあるだけで、本棚は見当たらない。
None of this was in my memory.
「本、ないし……」
ドアが空いたままの出入り口があった。いつの間にか、頭に響く騒音はなくなっていたが、誰かがいて、バタバタと足音を立てて歩きまわり、何かしている音が聞こえている。
“… where are you?”
どういう状況なのか全くわからない。
柱や壁の様子、部屋の中の家具を見れば、昔の西洋風だと思う。ただ、現代のものではない。あまり文明的ではない国か、過去にタイムスリップでもしたのだろうか。一体どうすれば現状把握ができるだろうか。
気 If you look around with your eyes while taking care not to let your tears spill from your moist eyes, you soon knew that it was clearly not Japan where I was born and raised.
「死に際に変な夢でも見てるってこと？」
高熱でぼんやりとする頭で悩んでいると、わたしの動く音に気付いたのか、声が聞こえたのか、一人の女性が姿を現した。
The architectural style as seen from the shape of the ceiling is not Japanese but Western. It’s not like a modern steel frame, it looks like an old one.
三角巾のようなものを頭にした20代後半くらいの残念美人だ。顔立ちは美人なのだが、小汚い。服も顔も洗って、清潔で小奇麗にすればいいのに、残念すぎる。
わたしは清潔で見苦しくなければ、自分に対しても他人に対しても恰好には大してこだわらない。裏を返せば、不潔で見苦しいのはいくら美形でも勘弁してほしい。
My bed is hard and has no mattress. And strangely tingling material is used instead of cushions. There is a strange smell from the dirty cloth that is hung on the top, and there are fleas and ticks, and the body is ugly.
「マイン、％＆＄＃＋＠＊＋＃％？」
「ぃあっ！？」
“Please wait …”
意味がわからない女性の言葉を耳にすると同時に、一気にわたしのものではない記憶が堰を切ったように流れ込んできた。
数回瞬きするくらいの時間に数年分の記憶が押し込まれて、脳味噌がぐちゃぐちゃに掻き回されるような不快感にわたしは思わず頭を押さえた。
The last thing in my memory is being crushed by a large number of books, but it doesn’t seem to have been rescued. At least, to my knowledge, there is no filthy hospital that lays patients on such a dirty cloth.
「マイン、大丈夫？ 全然目覚めないから心配したのよ」
「……母さん？」
terrifying I held my hand in front of my eyes. What was reflected in the field of view was a thin and thin hand of a small child.
ゆっくりと頭を撫でて顔を覗きこんでくる女性は自分の母親だと、マインというのが自分の名前だと、流れ込んできた記憶が訴えてくる。
先程まではわからなかった言葉もわかるようになっているが、大量の情報をいきなり受け取った頭はひどい混乱状態だ。正直、情報を流しこむにしても、体調を考慮してほしい。
I basically stayed indoors and read a book, so it was the same as it was unburned and unhealthy. However, my hand when I was 22 years old was definitely an adult hand. It is different from the hand of such a malnourished little child.
本が読みたくて転生したいと望んだのは自分だけど、実際に転生してしまうと、目の前の女性を母親だと認識していても素直に受け入れることなどすぐにはできない。
「気分はどう？ 頭が痛そうね」
A child’s hand that can be gripped, opened, or moved with my will. The body that you can move with your will is not your own. It begins to become like the inside of the mouth has dried up with too much shock.
自分の額に向かって伸びてくる指先が、黄色や緑で斑に染まっている。この母親は染色を仕事にしているのだろうか。日本で見た藍染職人の指先がこんな感じに染まっていたことを思い出した。
記憶の中には存在して、知っているけど知らない母親に何となく触れられたくなくて、伸ばされた手を避けるように、わたしは臭い布団に寝転がった。
“… what is this?”
そして、そのまま目を閉じることで、接触を拒否する。
「……まだ、頭痛い。寝たい」
Is this probably a reincarnation? Was the God who heard my wish reincarnated so that he could read the book again?
「そう、ゆっくり休みなさい」
ぎゅうぎゅうにベッドが並べられた寝室らしき部屋を出ていく母親を待って考える。
I don’t understand.
高熱で頭がくらくらしているが、こんなに混乱したまま、おとなしく寝ていられない。
「間違いなく……死んだ、んだよね？」
I want a little bit of information, raise my heavy head and slowly wake up a hot body. I looked around the room even though my hair was sticking around my neck.
ふと脳裏に浮かんだのはわたし自身の母親の姿。もう会えない母に心の中で謝罪する。
きっと怒っているはずだ。「だから、本の数を減らせって何度も何度も言ったのに！」って、泣いて怒っているに違いない。
There are only a bed-like stand and a few dirty wooden covers and a wooden box for storing things. There is no bookshelf.
だるくて重い手を持ち上げて、目尻の涙を拭った。
「母さん、ごめん……」
“No books …”
届かない謝罪を呟いた後、わたしは意識的に思考を切り替えて、たった今流れ込んできた幼いマインの記憶の数々をゆっくりと反芻し始めた。
マインの直近の記憶は熱で苦しくて、苦しくて、たまらなかったこと。
There was an entrance with the door open. There was no noise in my head for some time, but there was someone walking around with a rattling sound, and I could hear something.
何となくだけれど、この身体の本来の持ち主であるマインが死んで、わたしが憑依したのではないかと思う。それとも、高熱に浮かされたため、前世の記憶を取り戻したのだろうか。
「どっちでもいいよね。これからマインとして生きていかなきゃいけないのは変わらないんだし……」
I don’t know what the situation is.
ならば、覚えている限りのマインの記憶から周囲の状況を少しでも理解しないと、いきなり家族に不審がられてしまう。
必死に思い返すが、マインの記憶はまだ言葉が発達していない幼女の記憶なので、父親や母親の言葉がはっきりと理解できない。意味がわからない。必然的に使える語彙が少なくて、記憶の大半が意味不明だ。
If you look at the pillars and walls, and the furniture in the room, I think it’s an old Western style. However, it is not modern. Was it a less civilized country or a time slip in the past? How can we grasp the current situation?
「うわぁ、ちょっと、これ、どうするよ……」
幼いマインの視線から見た記憶から確信を持てたのは、4人家族で、先程の女性が母親であること。姉、トゥーリがいること。マインの父親は兵士のような職業についていること。
“Do you have a funny dream when you die?”
そして、大事なことは、ここが地球ではないことだ。
マインの記憶の中に、三角巾を取った母親の姿もあったのだが、髪の色がなんと翡翠のような緑だった。染めているような不自然な色ではなくて、本当に緑。驚きのあまり引っ掴んで、かつらじゃないか確認してしまいたくなるような色だ。
When I was worried with a high fever and a faint head, a woman appeared, whether I noticed my moving sound or heard a voice.
常にかつらをつけて生活している薄汚れたコスプレイヤーが母親だと考えるよりは、世界が違うと考えた方が現実的だろう。
ちなみに、姉の髪は青緑で、父の髪は青。マインの髪が紺色だ。黒に近くて良かったと思うべきか、コスプレ家族の仲間であることを嘆くべきか。
It is a disappointing beauty in her late 20s with something like a triangular skirt. The face is beautiful, but it is a little dirty. It’s too disappointing to wash clothes and face, clean and clean.
とりあえず、家の中には鏡がないようで、いくら記憶を探っても、髪の色以外の自分の詳しい容姿についてはわからない。まぁ、両親の顔立ちと姉の顔立ちから察するに、元はそれほど悪くないと思う。そして、薄汚れているのは間違いない。
「あぁ、お風呂入りたい。……けど、あるのかな？」
I don’t care much about myself or others unless I am clean and unsightly. In other words, I’d like you to take into account how beautiful and unsightly it is.
実際、生活する上で自分の顔立ちなんて、それほど問題ではない。一番問題なのは、新しく生活することになるウチがものすごく貧しいことだ。
自分の回りを見てみれば、嫌でもわかることだが、病人である自分が包まれている布が擦り切れて薄くなっていて、すでにぼろぼろだ。姉のお下がりにしてもひどすぎる。
“Mine,% & $ # + @ * + #%?”
最初は嫌がらせでもされているのかと思ったが、マインの記憶にある母の服も継ぎ接ぎが当たり前の襤褸だし、姉の服も似たり寄ったりだ。これが新しいウチの標準なのだろう。
父親だけが比較的丈夫そうで、継ぎ接ぎの少ない服を着ているようだが、これは兵士の仕事着で数年に一度支給されるかららしい。
“Wow !?”
この家も一軒家ではないようで、一番間近にあるレンガのような石造りの壁の向こうからは階段を上るような足音とお隣さんらしき人の声が聞こえてくる。もしかしたら、集合住宅のようなところだろうか。
ねぇ、転生ってさ、普通お貴族様みたいな……生活に不自由しないところに生まれない？
Listening to the words of a woman who doesn’t understand the meaning, at the same time, memories that were not mine flowed like a dam.
あまりの環境に思わず溜息を吐いた。前世は日本でごく普通の一般家庭だったのに、ずいぶんと生活力に差がある。
今生きているここが、いつの時代のどこの国か知らないけれど、日本は良い国だった。当たり前に良いものが溢れていた。肌触りの良い布とか、柔らかいベッドとか、本とか、本とか、本とか……。
I remembered the discomfort that caused my brain miso to be messed up with my memory for several years in a blinking time.
「ハァ、本読みたい。読んだら熱が下がる気がする」
どんなに劣悪な環境でも、本があれば我慢できる。わたしは軽く頭に指を当てて、記憶の中で本を探す。一体家の中のどこに本棚があるのだろうか。
“Mine, are you okay? I was worried because I didn’t wake up at all”
「マイン、起きてる？」
思考を邪魔するように、7～8歳くらいの幼女が足音も軽く入ってきた。記憶にあった姉のトゥーリだ。
“… Mom?”
無造作に三つ編みにした青緑の髪は大した手入れをされていないのがすぐにわかるぱさつき具合。母親と同じく薄汚れた顔も洗って欲しい。可愛い顔立ちなのにもったいない。
わたしがついついそう思ってしまうのは、外国からは病的な清潔好きと言われる日本人の視点で見るからだろうか。
Slowly stroking his head and peeking into his face appeals to the memory that has flowed into his mother’s name and his name as his mother.
でも、貧乏ならなおさら衛生環境に気を付けなければ、病気になって医者にかかる方がお金はかかるはず。
だが、そんなことはどうでもいい。今、この状況で一番大事なのは一つだけだ。
Although I can understand words that I didn’t understand before, the head that suddenly received a large amount of information is in a terrible confusion. To be honest, I want you to consider your physical condition even if you pass information.
「トゥーリ、『本』持ってきて？」
これくらいの姉もいるのだから、家の中に絵本の10冊くらいはあるはずだ。病気で寝ていても本くらいは読める。
I wanted to read a book and wanted to reincarnate, but when I actually reincarnate, even if I recognized the woman in front of me as a mother, I couldn’t accept it straight away.
せっかく生まれ変わったのだ。異世界の本を堪能することが何より大事に決まっている。
「トゥーリ、お願い」
“How are you feeling? Your head seems to hurt”
可愛い妹のおねだりに、トゥーリはきょとんとした顔で首を傾げた。
「え？『本』って何？」
The fingertips that stretch toward your forehead are stained in yellow or green. Is this mother a dyer? I remembered that the fingertips of Aizen craftsmen I saw in Japan were dyed like this.
「何って……えーと、『絵』や『字』が『書かれた』もので……」
「マイン、何言ってるかわからないよ？ ちゃんとしゃべって？」
I lie in a smelly duvet so as to avoid the stretched hand because I don’t want to be touched by a mother I know, but knows, because it exists in memory.
「だから、『本』！『絵本』がほしいの」
「それ、何？ わからないよ？」
Then, close the eyes and reject contact.
どうやらマインの記憶にない言葉は日本語の発音になってしまうようだ。
わたしがどんなに一生懸命に説明しても、トゥーリは不思議そうに首を傾げるだけだ。日本語で「本を出せ」と言っても通じるはずがない。さっさと言葉を覚えなければ。
“… I still have a headache. I want to sleep.”
「あぁ、もう！『翻訳機能、仕事しろぉっ』！」
「マイン、なんで怒るの！？」
“Yes, take a rest slowly”
「怒ってない。頭が痛いだけ」
言葉が通じないことをトゥーリのような子供に八つ当たりするのはさすがにおとなげなさすぎる。もうしちゃったけど。
Waiting for the mother to leave the bedroom-like room with all the beds.
まずは、人の声に耳を澄まして、少しでも多くの言葉を覚えることに全力を尽くさなければならない。幼い子供であるマインの柔軟な脳味噌に、大学卒業した22歳のわたしの理性と知性が加われば、言葉を覚えるのは簡単……だったら、いいけれど。
少なくとも、前世で他国の本を読もうと言語を覚えるために苦労したことを思い出せば、大した苦労ではない。わたしの本にかける情熱と愛は、失敬な事に周囲の人が引くレベルだった。
My head is dazzled by high fever, but I can’t sleep quietly with such a mess.
「……まだ熱あるから怒るの？」
熱を測るつもりなのだろう、トゥーリの汚い手が自分に向かって伸びてくる。わたしは思わずその手をはしっと掴んだ。
“Definitely … you’re dead, right?”
「まだ熱いから、うつるよ？」
相手を心配しているように見せかけて、自分にとっては嫌なことから逃げる。大人ならではのテクニックでわたしはトゥーリの汚い手で触られることを回避した。
Suddenly, my own mother’s figure came to mind. I apologize in my heart to my mother I can’t meet anymore.
「そうだね。気を付ける」
セーフ。
It must be angry. “So I could say that I could reduce the number of books over and over!” I must be crying and angry.
清潔にしてくれたら良いお姉ちゃんだが、今は触られたくない。こうなったら、何とかして衛生観念を叩きこむしかない。環境の改善をしなければ、生きていけない気がする。
記憶にある限りでは、どうやらマインは身体が弱い子で、よく熱を出して寝込んでいたらしい。ベッドでの記憶が多すぎる。
¡I lifted a dull and heavy hand and wiped the tears in my eyes.
わたしが心置きなく本を読むためにも、自分とその周囲は健康でなければならないのだ。貧乏っぽいのだから、病気になっても医者になんてかかれない気がするし、この環境の生活レベルから想像する医療行為にもお世話になりたくない。
「トゥーリ、夕飯の支度を手伝ってちょうだい」
“Mom, sorry …”
「はい、母さん」
どうやら、どこからか母の声がして、トゥーリがパタパタと駆けていく。
After apologizing for not reaching, I consciously switched my thoughts and began to slowly refute the memories of the young Mine that had just flowed.
窓の外の日差しの傾き具合から考えれば、おそらくこれから夕飯準備だろう。トゥーリはまだ見た感じ小学校の低学年くらいなのに、しっかりお手伝いをしているようだ。
この貧しい状況だ。間違いなく子供も労働力の一つと考えて間違いない。
Mine’s latest memory was painful, painful and unbearable.
「うわぁ、嫌だ……」
自分が成長した時のことを考えると憂鬱な気分になる。どう考えても、一人だけお手伝いを免れるはずがない。読書の時間が減るのは確実。
Somehow, I think that Mine, who is the original owner of this body, died, and I relied on it. Or did you regain the memories of the previous life because of the high fever?
日本の家電を使うお手軽な家事でさえ面倒で、読書に時間を使いたい駄目人間だったわたしが、ここの生活に馴染めるだろうか。
ダンッ！ ダンッ！ と豪快な音が断続的に響いてくる。夕飯の準備をすると言っていたので、多分料理をしている音だとは思うが、一体何が起こっているんだろう。寝転がっているこの場からは見えないが、正直見たくない気もする。
“I don’t care which way. It’s no different what you have to live as Mine …”
せっかく転生できたのだから、もっとポジティブに考えなければ駄目だ。地球にはなかった本が読めるのだから、そのためにも、まずは体調を整えよう。
そう考えながら、ゆっくりと目を閉じていく。
Then, if you don’t understand the surrounding situation as much as you can remember from the memories of Mine, you will suddenly be suspicious by your family.
「ただいま」
「おかえり、父さん」
Refraining desperately, but Mine’s memory is the memory of a young girl whose language has not yet developed, so the words of the father and mother cannot be clearly understood. I do not understand what it means. There are inevitably few vocabularies, and most of the memory is unclear.
ガッシャガッシャと金属の擦れる音をさせながら、父が帰宅する頃には夕飯の準備はできたようだ。
まだご飯を食べることができない高熱のマインを除いた家族団欒を少し遠くに感じつつ、意識がゆっくりと落ちていくのがわかった。
“Wow, what are you going to do …”
意識が暗闇に落ちながら、考えることは一つだけ。
あぁ、何でもいいから本が読みたい。
It was a family of four who was convinced from the memory seen from the eyes of a young mine that the previous woman was a mother. My sister, Turi. Mine’s father has a career like a soldier.
And the important thing is that this is not the earth.
In the memory of Mine, there was a mother who took a triangle, but her hair was green like a spider. It’s really green, not an unnatural color. It is a color that makes you want to grab a surprise and see if it is a wig.
It’s more realistic to think that the world is different than to think that the dirty cosplayer who always lives with a wig is the mother.
By the way, my sister’s hair is blue-green and my father’s hair is blue. Mine’s hair is scarlet. Should I think it was good to be close to black, or should I mourn about being a member of the cosplay family?
For the time being, there seems to be no mirror in the house, and no matter how much I look for memory, I don’t know my detailed appearance other than the color of my hair. Well, I think that the original is not so bad, as I guess from the features of my parents and my sister. And there is no doubt that it is lightly soiled.
“Oh, I want to take a bath … but is there?”
Actually, it doesn’t matter so much about your personality in living. The biggest problem is that our new life is extremely poor.
If you look around you, as you can see, the cloth wrapped around the sick person is frayed and thinned, and it is already raged. It is too terrible even if my sister falls.
At first, I thought that she was harassed, but her mother’s clothes in Mine’s memory are common, and her sister’s clothes are similar. This is probably the new standard for our house.
It seems that only the father seems to be relatively strong and wears little joints, but this seems to be paid once every few years in soldiers’ work clothes.
It seems that this house is not a single house, and you can hear the footsteps of the stairs and the voices of neighbors from the nearest stone-like brick wall. Maybe it’s like an apartment house.
Hey, reincarnation, like a normal nobleman … can’t you be born in a place where you are not inconvenienced?
sighed in so much environment. Although the previous life was an ordinary family in Japan, there is a great difference in vitality.
I don’t know where this time is alive, but Japan was a good country. Of course there were a lot of good things out there. A soft cloth, a soft bed, a book, a book, a book …
“Huh, I want to read this book. I feel like my fever will go down when I read”
No matter how bad the environment is, you can put up with books. I lightly put my finger on my head and look for the book in my memory. Where is the bookshelf in the house?
“Mine, are you awake?”
A little girl about 7 to 8 years old entered the footsteps so as to disturb the thinking. It ’s my sister, Turi.
The blue-green hair that has been braided in a casual manner can be easily seen as being not well cared for. I want my face to be washed as well as my mother. It’s a waste of cute features.
I wonder why I see it from the perspective of a Japanese who is said to be ill and clean from abroad.
However, if you are poor, if you are not careful about the hygienic environment, it will cost more to get sick and see a doctor.
But that doesn’t matter. Currently, only one is the most important in this situation.
“Turi, bring me a book?”
Since there are so many older sisters, there should be about 10 picture books in the house. You can read books even if you are sick.
It was reborn. The most important thing is to enjoy books from different worlds.
“Turi, please”
Turi leaned over her cute sister’s beggar with a stubborn face.
“What? What is a book?”
“What … um,” pictures “and” characters “are” written “…”
“Mine, don’t you know what you’re talking about? Talking properly?”
“So I want a book! A picture book”
“What is that? Don’t know?”
Apparently, words that Mine doesn’t remember become Japanese pronunciation.
No matter how hard I explain, Turi only tilts mysteriously. Saying “publish a book” in Japanese cannot be understood. I need to learn words quickly.
“Oh, already!” Translation function, work! “
“Mine, why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry. My head hurts”
It ’s too easy to hit a child like Turi that you do n’t understand the language. I’ve already done it.
First of all, we must listen to the voices of people and try our best to learn as many words as possible. If my mind and intelligence of 22-year-old graduated from the flexible brain taste buds of Mine, a young child, it’s easy to learn words … if that’s OK.
At least, if you remember that you had a hard time learning the language to read books from other countries in the previous life, it wouldn’t be a big deal. My passion and love for my books were at a level that people around me were rude.
“… are you still angry and are you angry?”
Tully’s dirty hands will grow toward you, probably measuring heat. I grabbed that hand unintentionally.
“It ’s still hot, so you’re going to go down?”
Suppose you are worried about your partner and escapes from something you don’t like. An adult-specific technique I avoided being touched by Turi’s dirty hands.
“Yes, be careful”
Safe.
‘My older sister should be clean, but I do n’t want to touch it now. If this happens, there is no choice but to apply hygiene. I feel like I can’t live without improving the environment.
As far as I can remember, it seems that Mine was a weak child and often fell asleep with a fever. Too much memory in bed.
In order for me to read books without hesitation, I and myself must be healthy. Because I feel poor, I feel like I can’t get a doctor even if I get sick, and I don’t want to take care of the medical practice that I imagine from the living level of this environment.
“Turi, help me prepare dinner”
“Yes, mother”
Apparently, my mother’s voice came from somewhere, and Turi ran away.
Considering the degree of sunlight outside the window, it is probably ready for dinner. Turi seems to have helped even though he was still in the lower grades of elementary school.
This is a poor situation. There is no doubt that children are part of the labor force.
“Wow, I hate …”
I feel depressed when I think about my growth. No matter how you think, you can’t be helped by just one person. Certainly reading time will decrease.
Can I get used to living here because I was a troublesome person who wants to spend time for reading, even with simple housework using Japanese home appliances?
Dang! Dan! , And exciting sound sounds intermittently. I told you to prepare for dinner, so I think it’s probably the sound of cooking, but what is going on? I can’t see it from the place where I’m lying, but I don’t want to see it.
Since I was able to reincarnate, I have to think more positively. Because you can read books that didn’t exist on the earth, first let’s get in shape.
While thinking so, close your eyes slowly.
“It’s right now”
“Welcome, father”
It seems that the dinner was ready by the time my father came home, with the sound of metal rubbing against the gasher.
I felt that my consciousness slowly dropped while feeling a little far away from my family, excluding the hot fever Mine, who still can’t eat rice.
は There is only one thing to think about while the consciousness falls in the dark.
Ah, I want to read a book because I can do anything.
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ダンッ！ ダンッ！ と何かを床や台に叩きつけているような音と共に、わたしが寝ている場所がぐらんぐらんと揺れた。振動するたびに、まるで頭を殴られているように頭が痛み、わたしは小さく呻きながら眉をきつく寄せた。
Dang! Dan! The place where I was sleeping shook with the sound of hitting something against the floor or table. Each time I vibrated, my head hurt as if I was hitting my head, and I broke my eyebrows tightly.
うるさい……。マジうるさい。
その迷惑な騒音と揺れはすぐに終わるものではないようで、一定のリズムで続いてて、とても寝ていられない。
Noisy … Seriously noisy.
ぐわんぐわんと頭に響いてくる振動に意識が覚醒したわたしは耳を塞いで騒音をやり過ごそうとした。
それなのに、身体が自分の思った通りに動かない。インフルエンザにでもかかったような高熱と関節の痛みが全身に広がっている。
The annoying noises and shakings do not seem to end immediately, followed by a certain rhythm and cannot sleep.
「うっ……」
現状把握には眼鏡が必要だ。わたしは目を閉じたまま、いつだって枕元に置いてあった眼鏡を探した。身体中がじんわりと痺れているようで、手の動きは鈍い。
I was awakened by the vibrations reverberating in my head, and I tried to make noise by closing my ears.
もそもそと動く手の動きに合わせて、カサカサと自分の体の下で紙や草のようなものが擦れるような音がした。
「……何の音？」
However, my body does not move as I expected. High fever and joint pain that spreads from the flu has spread throughout the body.
熱のせいでかすれているはずなのに、高くて幼い声がわたしの口から出た。どう考えても聞き慣れた自分の声ではない。
高熱で全身がだるいので寝ていたいが、自分を取り巻く異常性をこれ以上無視することもできず、わたしはゆっくりと重い瞼を開けた。
“Wow …”
結構高い熱があるようで、わたしの視界は潤んで歪んでいる。涙が眼鏡の役割でもしているのだろうか、普段の視界よりずっと鮮明に見えた。
「え？」
Spectacles are necessary to grasp the current situation. I looked for the glasses that were always on my bedside with my eyes closed. The body seems to be gradually numb and the movement of the hand is slow.
目に入ったのは、元はおそらく白かったのだろうが、煤けて黒く汚れた天井と何本も組み合わされた黒っぽい太い柱と巨大な蜘蛛の巣。
どれもこれもわたしの記憶には全くないものだった。
In the first place, the sound of paper and grass rubbing under my body in line with the movement of the moving hand.
「……ここ、どこ？」
潤んだ目から涙が零れないように気を付けながら、眼球だけで周りを見回せば、明らかにわたしが生まれ育った日本ではないことだけはすぐにわかった。
“… What sound?”
天井の形状から察する建築様式は和風ではなく、西洋風。それも現代の鉄骨のものではなく、昔のものっぽい。
わたしが寝かされているベッドは固くて、マットレスがない。そして、異様にチクチクする素材がクッション代わりに使われている。上掛けとして掛けられている薄汚れた布からは変な臭いもするし、ノミやダニがいるのか、身体のあちこちが痒い。
A high and young voice came out of my mouth even though it was supposed to be faint due to heat. It ’s not my voice that I ’m used to listening to.
「ちょっと、待って……」
わたしの記憶の最後にあるのは大量の本に押しつぶされたことだが、何とか救出されたというわけでもないようだ。少なくとも、こんな薄汚れた布に患者を寝かせる不潔な病院は、わたしの知る限り、日本には存在しない。
[I want to sleep because my whole body is sluggish due to high fever, but I can no longer ignore the abnormalities surrounding me, and I slowly opened a heavy heel.
恐る恐るわたしは自分の手を目の前にかざしてみた。視界に映ったのは痩せこけた細くて小さな子どもの手だった。
わたしは基本的に屋内に引きこもって、本を読んでいたので、日焼けしていなくて不健康そうなところは同じだ。だがしかし、22歳だったわたしの手はきちんと大人の手だった。こんな栄養失調っぽい小さな子どもの手とは違う。
It seems that there is quite a high fever, and my view is moist and distorted. It seemed much clearer than usual, whether tears also played the role of glasses.
握ったり、開いたり、わたしの意思で動く子供の手。自分の意思で動かせる身体が見慣れた自分のものではない。あまりの衝撃に口の中が干上がったようにからからになっていく。
「……何、これ？」
“Huh?”
これはもしかしたら転生だろうか。わたしの願いを聞き届けた神様が、また本を読めるように転生させてくれたのだろうか。
わけがわからない。
The eyes were probably white, but the dark black pillars and huge spider web combined with a dark and dirty ceiling.
わたしは少しでも情報が欲しくて、重たい頭を上げて熱のある身体をゆっくりと起こす。汗でべったりと髪が首元に張り付いているのにも構わず、部屋の中を見回した。
ベッドらしき台と、その上にかけられた薄汚れた上掛けと物を入れておくための木箱がいくつかあるだけで、本棚は見当たらない。
None of this was in my memory.
「本、ないし……」
ドアが空いたままの出入り口があった。いつの間にか、頭に響く騒音はなくなっていたが、誰かがいて、バタバタと足音を立てて歩きまわり、何かしている音が聞こえている。
“… where are you?”
どういう状況なのか全くわからない。
柱や壁の様子、部屋の中の家具を見れば、昔の西洋風だと思う。ただ、現代のものではない。あまり文明的ではない国か、過去にタイムスリップでもしたのだろうか。一体どうすれば現状把握ができるだろうか。
気 If you look around with your eyes while taking care not to let your tears spill from your moist eyes, you soon knew that it was clearly not Japan where I was born and raised.
「死に際に変な夢でも見てるってこと？」
高熱でぼんやりとする頭で悩んでいると、わたしの動く音に気付いたのか、声が聞こえたのか、一人の女性が姿を現した。
The architectural style as seen from the shape of the ceiling is not Japanese but Western. It’s not like a modern steel frame, it looks like an old one.
三角巾のようなものを頭にした20代後半くらいの残念美人だ。顔立ちは美人なのだが、小汚い。服も顔も洗って、清潔で小奇麗にすればいいのに、残念すぎる。
わたしは清潔で見苦しくなければ、自分に対しても他人に対しても恰好には大してこだわらない。裏を返せば、不潔で見苦しいのはいくら美形でも勘弁してほしい。
My bed is hard and has no mattress. And strangely tingling material is used instead of cushions. There is a strange smell from the dirty cloth that is hung on the top, and there are fleas and ticks, and the body is ugly.
「マイン、％＆＄＃＋＠＊＋＃％？」
「ぃあっ！？」
“Please wait …”
意味がわからない女性の言葉を耳にすると同時に、一気にわたしのものではない記憶が堰を切ったように流れ込んできた。
数回瞬きするくらいの時間に数年分の記憶が押し込まれて、脳味噌がぐちゃぐちゃに掻き回されるような不快感にわたしは思わず頭を押さえた。
The last thing in my memory is being crushed by a large number of books, but it doesn’t seem to have been rescued. At least, to my knowledge, there is no filthy hospital that lays patients on such a dirty cloth.
「マイン、大丈夫？ 全然目覚めないから心配したのよ」
「……母さん？」
terrifying I held my hand in front of my eyes. What was reflected in the field of view was a thin and thin hand of a small child.
ゆっくりと頭を撫でて顔を覗きこんでくる女性は自分の母親だと、マインというのが自分の名前だと、流れ込んできた記憶が訴えてくる。
先程まではわからなかった言葉もわかるようになっているが、大量の情報をいきなり受け取った頭はひどい混乱状態だ。正直、情報を流しこむにしても、体調を考慮してほしい。
I basically stayed indoors and read a book, so it was the same as it was unburned and unhealthy. However, my hand when I was 22 years old was definitely an adult hand. It is different from the hand of such a malnourished little child.
本が読みたくて転生したいと望んだのは自分だけど、実際に転生してしまうと、目の前の女性を母親だと認識していても素直に受け入れることなどすぐにはできない。
「気分はどう？ 頭が痛そうね」
A child’s hand that can be gripped, opened, or moved with my will. The body that you can move with your will is not your own. It begins to become like the inside of the mouth has dried up with too much shock.
自分の額に向かって伸びてくる指先が、黄色や緑で斑に染まっている。この母親は染色を仕事にしているのだろうか。日本で見た藍染職人の指先がこんな感じに染まっていたことを思い出した。
記憶の中には存在して、知っているけど知らない母親に何となく触れられたくなくて、伸ばされた手を避けるように、わたしは臭い布団に寝転がった。
“… what is this?”
そして、そのまま目を閉じることで、接触を拒否する。
「……まだ、頭痛い。寝たい」
Is this probably a reincarnation? Was the God who heard my wish reincarnated so that he could read the book again?
「そう、ゆっくり休みなさい」
ぎゅうぎゅうにベッドが並べられた寝室らしき部屋を出ていく母親を待って考える。
I don’t understand.
高熱で頭がくらくらしているが、こんなに混乱したまま、おとなしく寝ていられない。
「間違いなく……死んだ、んだよね？」
I want a little bit of information, raise my heavy head and slowly wake up a hot body. I looked around the room even though my hair was sticking around my neck.
ふと脳裏に浮かんだのはわたし自身の母親の姿。もう会えない母に心の中で謝罪する。
きっと怒っているはずだ。「だから、本の数を減らせって何度も何度も言ったのに！」って、泣いて怒っているに違いない。
There are only a bed-like stand and a few dirty wooden covers and a wooden box for storing things. There is no bookshelf.
だるくて重い手を持ち上げて、目尻の涙を拭った。
「母さん、ごめん……」
“No books …”
届かない謝罪を呟いた後、わたしは意識的に思考を切り替えて、たった今流れ込んできた幼いマインの記憶の数々をゆっくりと反芻し始めた。
マインの直近の記憶は熱で苦しくて、苦しくて、たまらなかったこと。
There was an entrance with the door open. There was no noise in my head for some time, but there was someone walking around with a rattling sound, and I could hear something.
何となくだけれど、この身体の本来の持ち主であるマインが死んで、わたしが憑依したのではないかと思う。それとも、高熱に浮かされたため、前世の記憶を取り戻したのだろうか。
「どっちでもいいよね。これからマインとして生きていかなきゃいけないのは変わらないんだし……」
I don’t know what the situation is.
ならば、覚えている限りのマインの記憶から周囲の状況を少しでも理解しないと、いきなり家族に不審がられてしまう。
必死に思い返すが、マインの記憶はまだ言葉が発達していない幼女の記憶なので、父親や母親の言葉がはっきりと理解できない。意味がわからない。必然的に使える語彙が少なくて、記憶の大半が意味不明だ。
If you look at the pillars and walls, and the furniture in the room, I think it’s an old Western style. However, it is not modern. Was it a less civilized country or a time slip in the past? How can we grasp the current situation?
「うわぁ、ちょっと、これ、どうするよ……」
幼いマインの視線から見た記憶から確信を持てたのは、4人家族で、先程の女性が母親であること。姉、トゥーリがいること。マインの父親は兵士のような職業についていること。
“Do you have a funny dream when you die?”
そして、大事なことは、ここが地球ではないことだ。
マインの記憶の中に、三角巾を取った母親の姿もあったのだが、髪の色がなんと翡翠のような緑だった。染めているような不自然な色ではなくて、本当に緑。驚きのあまり引っ掴んで、かつらじゃないか確認してしまいたくなるような色だ。
When I was worried with a high fever and a faint head, a woman appeared, whether I noticed my moving sound or heard a voice.
常にかつらをつけて生活している薄汚れたコスプレイヤーが母親だと考えるよりは、世界が違うと考えた方が現実的だろう。
ちなみに、姉の髪は青緑で、父の髪は青。マインの髪が紺色だ。黒に近くて良かったと思うべきか、コスプレ家族の仲間であることを嘆くべきか。
It is a disappointing beauty in her late 20s with something like a triangular skirt. The face is beautiful, but it is a little dirty. It’s too disappointing to wash clothes and face, clean and clean.
とりあえず、家の中には鏡がないようで、いくら記憶を探っても、髪の色以外の自分の詳しい容姿についてはわからない。まぁ、両親の顔立ちと姉の顔立ちから察するに、元はそれほど悪くないと思う。そして、薄汚れているのは間違いない。
「あぁ、お風呂入りたい。……けど、あるのかな？」
I don’t care much about myself or others unless I am clean and unsightly. In other words, I’d like you to take into account how beautiful and unsightly it is.
実際、生活する上で自分の顔立ちなんて、それほど問題ではない。一番問題なのは、新しく生活することになるウチがものすごく貧しいことだ。
自分の回りを見てみれば、嫌でもわかることだが、病人である自分が包まれている布が擦り切れて薄くなっていて、すでにぼろぼろだ。姉のお下がりにしてもひどすぎる。
“Mine,% & $ # + @ * + #%?”
最初は嫌がらせでもされているのかと思ったが、マインの記憶にある母の服も継ぎ接ぎが当たり前の襤褸だし、姉の服も似たり寄ったりだ。これが新しいウチの標準なのだろう。
父親だけが比較的丈夫そうで、継ぎ接ぎの少ない服を着ているようだが、これは兵士の仕事着で数年に一度支給されるかららしい。
“Wow !?”
この家も一軒家ではないようで、一番間近にあるレンガのような石造りの壁の向こうからは階段を上るような足音とお隣さんらしき人の声が聞こえてくる。もしかしたら、集合住宅のようなところだろうか。
ねぇ、転生ってさ、普通お貴族様みたいな……生活に不自由しないところに生まれない？
Listening to the words of a woman who doesn’t understand the meaning, at the same time, memories that were not mine flowed like a dam.
あまりの環境に思わず溜息を吐いた。前世は日本でごく普通の一般家庭だったのに、ずいぶんと生活力に差がある。
今生きているここが、いつの時代のどこの国か知らないけれど、日本は良い国だった。当たり前に良いものが溢れていた。肌触りの良い布とか、柔らかいベッドとか、本とか、本とか、本とか……。
I remembered the discomfort that caused my brain miso to be messed up with my memory for several years in a blinking time.
「ハァ、本読みたい。読んだら熱が下がる気がする」
どんなに劣悪な環境でも、本があれば我慢できる。わたしは軽く頭に指を当てて、記憶の中で本を探す。一体家の中のどこに本棚があるのだろうか。
“Mine, are you okay? I was worried because I didn’t wake up at all”
「マイン、起きてる？」
思考を邪魔するように、7～8歳くらいの幼女が足音も軽く入ってきた。記憶にあった姉のトゥーリだ。
“… Mom?”
無造作に三つ編みにした青緑の髪は大した手入れをされていないのがすぐにわかるぱさつき具合。母親と同じく薄汚れた顔も洗って欲しい。可愛い顔立ちなのにもったいない。
わたしがついついそう思ってしまうのは、外国からは病的な清潔好きと言われる日本人の視点で見るからだろうか。
Slowly stroking his head and peeking into his face appeals to the memory that has flowed into his mother’s name and his name as his mother.
でも、貧乏ならなおさら衛生環境に気を付けなければ、病気になって医者にかかる方がお金はかかるはず。
だが、そんなことはどうでもいい。今、この状況で一番大事なのは一つだけだ。
Although I can understand words that I didn’t understand before, the head that suddenly received a large amount of information is in a terrible confusion. To be honest, I want you to consider your physical condition even if you pass information.
「トゥーリ、『本』持ってきて？」
これくらいの姉もいるのだから、家の中に絵本の10冊くらいはあるはずだ。病気で寝ていても本くらいは読める。
I wanted to read a book and wanted to reincarnate, but when I actually reincarnate, even if I recognized the woman in front of me as a mother, I couldn’t accept it straight away.
せっかく生まれ変わったのだ。異世界の本を堪能することが何より大事に決まっている。
「トゥーリ、お願い」
“How are you feeling? Your head seems to hurt”
可愛い妹のおねだりに、トゥーリはきょとんとした顔で首を傾げた。
「え？『本』って何？」
The fingertips that stretch toward your forehead are stained in yellow or green. Is this mother a dyer? I remembered that the fingertips of Aizen craftsmen I saw in Japan were dyed like this.
「何って……えーと、『絵』や『字』が『書かれた』もので……」
「マイン、何言ってるかわからないよ？ ちゃんとしゃべって？」
I lie in a smelly duvet so as to avoid the stretched hand because I don’t want to be touched by a mother I know, but knows, because it exists in memory.
「だから、『本』！『絵本』がほしいの」
「それ、何？ わからないよ？」
Then, close the eyes and reject contact.
どうやらマインの記憶にない言葉は日本語の発音になってしまうようだ。
わたしがどんなに一生懸命に説明しても、トゥーリは不思議そうに首を傾げるだけだ。日本語で「本を出せ」と言っても通じるはずがない。さっさと言葉を覚えなければ。
“… I still have a headache. I want to sleep.”
「あぁ、もう！『翻訳機能、仕事しろぉっ』！」
「マイン、なんで怒るの！？」
“Yes, take a rest slowly”
「怒ってない。頭が痛いだけ」
言葉が通じないことをトゥーリのような子供に八つ当たりするのはさすがにおとなげなさすぎる。もうしちゃったけど。
Waiting for the mother to leave the bedroom-like room with all the beds.
まずは、人の声に耳を澄まして、少しでも多くの言葉を覚えることに全力を尽くさなければならない。幼い子供であるマインの柔軟な脳味噌に、大学卒業した22歳のわたしの理性と知性が加われば、言葉を覚えるのは簡単……だったら、いいけれど。
少なくとも、前世で他国の本を読もうと言語を覚えるために苦労したことを思い出せば、大した苦労ではない。わたしの本にかける情熱と愛は、失敬な事に周囲の人が引くレベルだった。
My head is dazzled by high fever, but I can’t sleep quietly with such a mess.
「……まだ熱あるから怒るの？」
熱を測るつもりなのだろう、トゥーリの汚い手が自分に向かって伸びてくる。わたしは思わずその手をはしっと掴んだ。
“Definitely … you’re dead, right?”
「まだ熱いから、うつるよ？」
相手を心配しているように見せかけて、自分にとっては嫌なことから逃げる。大人ならではのテクニックでわたしはトゥーリの汚い手で触られることを回避した。
Suddenly, my own mother’s figure came to mind. I apologize in my heart to my mother I can’t meet anymore.
「そうだね。気を付ける」
セーフ。
It must be angry. “So I could say that I could reduce the number of books over and over!” I must be crying and angry.
清潔にしてくれたら良いお姉ちゃんだが、今は触られたくない。こうなったら、何とかして衛生観念を叩きこむしかない。環境の改善をしなければ、生きていけない気がする。
記憶にある限りでは、どうやらマインは身体が弱い子で、よく熱を出して寝込んでいたらしい。ベッドでの記憶が多すぎる。
¡I lifted a dull and heavy hand and wiped the tears in my eyes.
わたしが心置きなく本を読むためにも、自分とその周囲は健康でなければならないのだ。貧乏っぽいのだから、病気になっても医者になんてかかれない気がするし、この環境の生活レベルから想像する医療行為にもお世話になりたくない。
「トゥーリ、夕飯の支度を手伝ってちょうだい」
“Mom, sorry …”
「はい、母さん」
どうやら、どこからか母の声がして、トゥーリがパタパタと駆けていく。
After apologizing for not reaching, I consciously switched my thoughts and began to slowly refute the memories of the young Mine that had just flowed.
窓の外の日差しの傾き具合から考えれば、おそらくこれから夕飯準備だろう。トゥーリはまだ見た感じ小学校の低学年くらいなのに、しっかりお手伝いをしているようだ。
この貧しい状況だ。間違いなく子供も労働力の一つと考えて間違いない。
Mine’s latest memory was painful, painful and unbearable.
「うわぁ、嫌だ……」
自分が成長した時のことを考えると憂鬱な気分になる。どう考えても、一人だけお手伝いを免れるはずがない。読書の時間が減るのは確実。
Somehow, I think that Mine, who is the original owner of this body, died, and I relied on it. Or did you regain the memories of the previous life because of the high fever?
日本の家電を使うお手軽な家事でさえ面倒で、読書に時間を使いたい駄目人間だったわたしが、ここの生活に馴染めるだろうか。
ダンッ！ ダンッ！ と豪快な音が断続的に響いてくる。夕飯の準備をすると言っていたので、多分料理をしている音だとは思うが、一体何が起こっているんだろう。寝転がっているこの場からは見えないが、正直見たくない気もする。
“I don’t care which way. It’s no different what you have to live as Mine …”
せっかく転生できたのだから、もっとポジティブに考えなければ駄目だ。地球にはなかった本が読めるのだから、そのためにも、まずは体調を整えよう。
そう考えながら、ゆっくりと目を閉じていく。
Then, if you don’t understand the surrounding situation as much as you can remember from the memories of Mine, you will suddenly be suspicious by your family.
「ただいま」
「おかえり、父さん」
Refraining desperately, but Mine’s memory is the memory of a young girl whose language has not yet developed, so the words of the father and mother cannot be clearly understood. I do not understand what it means. There are inevitably few vocabularies, and most of the memory is unclear.
ガッシャガッシャと金属の擦れる音をさせながら、父が帰宅する頃には夕飯の準備はできたようだ。
まだご飯を食べることができない高熱のマインを除いた家族団欒を少し遠くに感じつつ、意識がゆっくりと落ちていくのがわかった。
“Wow, what are you going to do …”
意識が暗闇に落ちながら、考えることは一つだけ。
あぁ、何でもいいから本が読みたい。
It was a family of four who was convinced from the memory seen from the eyes of a young mine that the previous woman was a mother. My sister, Turi. Mine’s father has a career like a soldier.
And the important thing is that this is not the earth.
In the memory of Mine, there was a mother who took a triangle, but her hair was green like a spider. It’s really green, not an unnatural color. It is a color that makes you want to grab a surprise and see if it is a wig.
It’s more realistic to think that the world is different than to think that the dirty cosplayer who always lives with a wig is the mother.
By the way, my sister’s hair is blue-green and my father’s hair is blue. Mine’s hair is scarlet. Should I think it was good to be close to black, or should I mourn about being a member of the cosplay family?
For the time being, there seems to be no mirror in the house, and no matter how much I look for memory, I don’t know my detailed appearance other than the color of my hair. Well, I think that the original is not so bad, as I guess from the features of my parents and my sister. And there is no doubt that it is lightly soiled.
“Oh, I want to take a bath … but is there?”
Actually, it doesn’t matter so much about your personality in living. The biggest problem is that our new life is extremely poor.
If you look around you, as you can see, the cloth wrapped around the sick person is frayed and thinned, and it is already raged. It is too terrible even if my sister falls.
At first, I thought that she was harassed, but her mother’s clothes in Mine’s memory are common, and her sister’s clothes are similar. This is probably the new standard for our house.
It seems that only the father seems to be relatively strong and wears little joints, but this seems to be paid once every few years in soldiers’ work clothes.
It seems that this house is not a single house, and you can hear the footsteps of the stairs and the voices of neighbors from the nearest stone-like brick wall. Maybe it’s like an apartment house.
Hey, reincarnation, like a normal nobleman … can’t you be born in a place where you are not inconvenienced?
sighed in so much environment. Although the previous life was an ordinary family in Japan, there is a great difference in vitality.
I don’t know where this time is alive, but Japan was a good country. Of course there were a lot of good things out there. A soft cloth, a soft bed, a book, a book, a book …
“Huh, I want to read this book. I feel like my fever will go down when I read”
No matter how bad the environment is, you can put up with books. I lightly put my finger on my head and look for the book in my memory. Where is the bookshelf in the house?
“Mine, are you awake?”
A little girl about 7 to 8 years old entered the footsteps so as to disturb the thinking. It ’s my sister, Turi.
The blue-green hair that has been braided in a casual manner can be easily seen as being not well cared for. I want my face to be washed as well as my mother. It’s a waste of cute features.
I wonder why I see it from the perspective of a Japanese who is said to be ill and clean from abroad.
However, if you are poor, if you are not careful about the hygienic environment, it will cost more to get sick and see a doctor.
But that doesn’t matter. Currently, only one is the most important in this situation.
“Turi, bring me a book?”
Since there are so many older sisters, there should be about 10 picture books in the house. You can read books even if you are sick.
It was reborn. The most important thing is to enjoy books from different worlds.
“Turi, please”
Turi leaned over her cute sister’s beggar with a stubborn face.
“What? What is a book?”
“What … um,” pictures “and” characters “are” written “…”
“Mine, don’t you know what you’re talking about? Talking properly?”
“So I want a book! A picture book”
“What is that? Don’t know?”
Apparently, words that Mine doesn’t remember become Japanese pronunciation.
No matter how hard I explain, Turi only tilts mysteriously. Saying “publish a book” in Japanese cannot be understood. I need to learn words quickly.
“Oh, already!” Translation function, work! “
“Mine, why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry. My head hurts”
It ’s too easy to hit a child like Turi that you do n’t understand the language. I’ve already done it.
First of all, we must listen to the voices of people and try our best to learn as many words as possible. If my mind and intelligence of 22-year-old graduated from the flexible brain taste buds of Mine, a young child, it’s easy to learn words … if that’s OK.
At least, if you remember that you had a hard time learning the language to read books from other countries in the previous life, it wouldn’t be a big deal. My passion and love for my books were at a level that people around me were rude.
“… are you still angry and are you angry?”
Tully’s dirty hands will grow toward you, probably measuring heat. I grabbed that hand unintentionally.
“It ’s still hot, so you’re going to go down?”
Suppose you are worried about your partner and escapes from something you don’t like. An adult-specific technique I avoided being touched by Turi’s dirty hands.
“Yes, be careful”
Safe.
‘My older sister should be clean, but I do n’t want to touch it now. If this happens, there is no choice but to apply hygiene. I feel like I can’t live without improving the environment.
As far as I can remember, it seems that Mine was a weak child and often fell asleep with a fever. Too much memory in bed.
In order for me to read books without hesitation, I and myself must be healthy. Because I feel poor, I feel like I can’t get a doctor even if I get sick, and I don’t want to take care of the medical practice that I imagine from the living level of this environment.
“Turi, help me prepare dinner”
“Yes, mother”
Apparently, my mother’s voice came from somewhere, and Turi ran away.
Considering the degree of sunlight outside the window, it is probably ready for dinner. Turi seems to have helped even though he was still in the lower grades of elementary school.
This is a poor situation. There is no doubt that children are part of the labor force.
“Wow, I hate …”
I feel depressed when I think about my growth. No matter how you think, you can’t be helped by just one person. Certainly reading time will decrease.
Can I get used to living here because I was a troublesome person who wants to spend time for reading, even with simple housework using Japanese home appliances?
Dang! Dan! , And exciting sound sounds intermittently. I told you to prepare for dinner, so I think it’s probably the sound of cooking, but what is going on? I can’t see it from the place where I’m lying, but I don’t want to see it.
Since I was able to reincarnate, I have to think more positively. Because you can read books that didn’t exist on the earth, first let’s get in shape.
While thinking so, close your eyes slowly.
“It’s right now”
“Welcome, father”
It seems that the dinner was ready by the time my father came home, with the sound of metal rubbing against the gasher.
I felt that my consciousness slowly dropped while feeling a little far away from my family, excluding the hot fever Mine, who still can’t eat rice.
は There is only one thing to think about while the consciousness falls in the dark.
Ah, I want to read a book because I can do anything.
The raws were pulled real-time from: https://ncode.syosetu.com/n4830bu/2/Dang! Dan! The place where I was sleeping shook with the sound of hitting something against the floor or table. Each time I vibrated, my head hurt as if I was hitting my head, and I broke my eyebrows tightly. Noisy Seriously noisy. The annoying noises and shakings do not seem to end immediately, followed by a certain rhythm and cannot sleep. I was awakened by the vibrations reverberating in my head, and I tried to make noise by closing my ears. However, my body does not move as I expected. High fever and joint pain that spreads from the flu has spread throughout the body. Wow Spectacles are necessary to grasp the current situation. I looked for the glasses that were always on my bedside with my eyes closed. The body seems to be gradually numb and the movement of the hand is slow. In the first place, the sound of paper and grass rubbing under my body in line with the movement of the moving hand. What sound? A high and young voice came out of my mouth even though it was supposed to be faint due to heat. It 's not my voice that I 'm used to listening to. I want to sleep because my whole body is sluggish due to high fever, but I can no longer ignore the abnormalities surrounding me, and I slowly opened a heavy heel. 22It seems that there is quite a high fever, and my view is moist and distorted. It seemed much clearer than usual, whether tears also played the role of glasses. Huh? The eyes were probably white, but the dark black pillars and huge spider web combined with a dark and dirty ceiling. None of this was in my memory. where are you? If you look around with your eyes while taking care not to let your tears spill from your moist eyes, you soon knew that it was clearly not Japan where I was born and raised. The architectural style as seen from the shape of the ceiling is not Japanese but Western. It's not like a modern steel frame, it looks like an old one. 20My bed is hard and has no mattress. And strangely tingling material is used instead of cushions. There is a strange smell from the dirty cloth that is hung on the top, and there are fleas and ticks, and the body is ugly. Please wait The last thing in my memory is being crushed by a large number of books, but it doesn't seem to have been rescued. At least, to my knowledge, there is no filthy hospital that lays patients on such a dirty cloth. terrifying I held my hand in front of my eyes. What was reflected in the field of view was a thin and thin hand of a small child. I basically stayed indoors and read a book, so it was the same as it was unburned and unhealthy. However, my hand when I was 22 years old was definitely an adult hand. It is different from the hand of such a malnourished little child. A child's hand that can be gripped, opened, or moved with my will. The body that you can move with your will is not your own. It begins to become like the inside of the mouth has dried up with too much shock. what is this? Is this probably a reincarnation? Was the God who heard my wish reincarnated so that he could read the book again? I don't understand. I want a little bit of information, raise my heavy head and slowly wake up a hot body. I looked around the room even though my hair was sticking around my neck. There are only a bed-like stand and a few dirty wooden covers and a wooden box for storing things. There is no bookshelf. No books There was an entrance with the door open. There was no noise in my head for some time, but there was someone walking around with a rattling sound, and I could hear something. I don't know what the situation is. If you look at the pillars and walls, and the furniture in the room, I think it's an old Western style. However, it is not modern. Was it a less civilized country or a time slip in the past? How can we grasp the current situation? 4Do you have a funny dream when you die? When I was worried with a high fever and a faint head, a woman appeared, whether I noticed my moving sound or heard a voice. It is a disappointing beauty in her late 20s with something like a triangular skirt. The face is beautiful, but it is a little dirty. It's too disappointing to wash clothes and face, clean and clean. I don't care much about myself or others unless I am clean and unsightly. In other words, I'd like you to take into account how beautiful and unsightly it is. Mine,% & $ # + @ * + #%? Wow !? Listening to the words of a woman who doesn't understand the meaning, at the same time, memories that were not mine flowed like a dam. I remembered the discomfort that caused my brain miso to be messed up with my memory for several years in a blinking time. Mine, are you okay? I was worried because I didn't wake up at all 78 Mom? Slowly stroking his head and peeking into his face appeals to the memory that has flowed into his mother's name and his name as his mother. Although I can understand words that I didn't understand before, the head that suddenly received a large amount of information is in a terrible confusion. To be honest, I want you to consider your physical condition even if you pass information. 10I wanted to read a book and wanted to reincarnate, but when I actually reincarnate, even if I recognized the woman in front of me as a mother, I couldn't accept it straight away. How are you feeling? Your head seems to hurt The fingertips that stretch toward your forehead are stained in yellow or green. Is this mother a dyer? I remembered that the fingertips of Aizen craftsmen I saw in Japan were dyed like this. I lie in a smelly duvet so as to avoid the stretched hand because I don't want to be touched by a mother I know, but knows, because it exists in memory. Then, close the eyes and reject contact. I still have a headache. I want to sleep. Yes, take a rest slowly Waiting for the mother to leave the bedroom-like room with all the beds. 22My head is dazzled by high fever, but I can't sleep quietly with such a mess. Definitely you're dead, right? Suddenly, my own mother's figure came to mind. I apologize in my heart to my mother I can't meet anymore. It must be angry. So I could say that I could reduce the number of books over and over! I must be crying and angry. I lifted a dull and heavy hand and wiped the tears in my eyes. Mom, sorry After apologizing for not reaching, I consciously switched my thoughts and began to slowly refute the memories of the young Mine that had just flowed. Mine's latest memory was painful, painful and unbearable. Somehow, I think that Mine, who is the original owner of this body, died, and I relied on it. Or did you regain the memories of the previous life because of the high fever? I don't care which way. It's no different what you have to live as Mine Then, if you don't understand the surrounding situation as much as you can remember from the memories of Mine, you will suddenly be suspicious by your family. Refraining desperately, but Mine's memory is the memory of a young girl whose language has not yet developed, so the words of the father and mother cannot be clearly understood. I do not understand what it means. There are inevitably few vocabularies, and most of the memory is unclear. Wow, what are you going to do It was a family of four who was convinced from the memory seen from the eyes of a young mine that the previous woman was a mother. My sister, Turi. Mine's father has a career like a soldier. And the important thing is that this is not the earth. In the memory of Mine, there was a mother who took a triangle, but her hair was green like a spider. It's really green, not an unnatural color. It is a color that makes you want to grab a surprise and see if it is a wig. It's more realistic to think that the world is different than to think that the dirty cosplayer who always lives with a wig is the mother. By the way, my sister's hair is blue-green and my father's hair is blue. Mine's hair is scarlet. Should I think it was good to be close to black, or should I mourn about being a member of the cosplay family? For the time being, there seems to be no mirror in the house, and no matter how much I look for memory, I don't know my detailed appearance other than the color of my hair. Well, I think that the original is not so bad, as I guess from the features of my parents and my sister. And there is no doubt that it is lightly soiled. Oh, I want to take a bath but is there? Actually, it doesn't matter so much about your personality in living. The biggest problem is that our new life is extremely poor. If you look around you, as you can see, the cloth wrapped around the sick person is frayed and thinned, and it is already raged. It is too terrible even if my sister falls. At first, I thought that she was harassed, but her mother's clothes in Mine's memory are common, and her sister's clothes are similar. This is probably the new standard for our house. It seems that only the father seems to be relatively strong and wears little joints, but this seems to be paid once every few years in soldiers' work clothes. It seems that this house is not a single house, and you can hear the footsteps of the stairs and the voices of neighbors from the nearest stone-like brick wall. Maybe it's like an apartment house. Hey, reincarnation, like a normal nobleman can't you be born in a place where you are not inconvenienced? sighed in so much environment. Although the previous life was an ordinary family in Japan, there is a great difference in vitality. I don't know where this time is alive, but Japan was a good country. Of course there were a lot of good things out there. A soft cloth, a soft bed, a book, a book, a book Huh, I want to read this book. I feel like my fever will go down when I readNo matter how bad the environment is, you can put up with books. I lightly put my finger on my head and look for the book in my memory. Where is the bookshelf in the house? Mine, are you awake? A little girl about 7 to 8 years old entered the footsteps so as to disturb the thinking. It 's my sister, Turi. The blue-green hair that has been braided in a casual manner can be easily seen as being not well cared for. I want my face to be washed as well as my mother. It's a waste of cute features. I wonder why I see it from the perspective of a Japanese who is said to be ill and clean from abroad. However, if you are poor, if you are not careful about the hygienic environment, it will cost more to get sick and see a doctor. But that doesn't matter. Currently, only one is the most important in this situation. Turi, bring me a book? Since there are so many older sisters, there should be about 10 picture books in the house. You can read books even if you are sick. It was reborn. The most important thing is to enjoy books from different worlds. Turi, please Turi leaned over her cute sister's beggar with a stubborn face. What? What is a book? What um, pictures and characters are written Mine, don't you know what you're talking about? Talking properly? So I want a book! A picture book What is that? Don't know? Apparently, words that Mine doesn't remember become Japanese pronunciation. No matter how hard I explain, Turi only tilts mysteriously. Saying publish a book in Japanese cannot be understood. I need to learn words quickly. Oh, already! Translation function, work! Mine, why are you angry? I'm not angry. My head hurts It 's too easy to hit a child like Turi that you do n't understand the language. I've already done it. First of all, we must listen to the voices of people and try our best to learn as many words as possible. If my mind and intelligence of 22-year-old graduated from the flexible brain taste buds of Mine, a young child, it's easy to learn words if that's OK. At least, if you remember that you had a hard time learning the language to read books from other countries in the previous life, it wouldn't be a big deal. My passion and love for my books were at a level that people around me were rude. are you still angry and are you angry? Tully's dirty hands will grow toward you, probably measuring heat. I grabbed that hand unintentionally. It 's still hot, so you're going to go down? Suppose you are worried about your partner and escapes from something you don't like. An adult-specific technique I avoided being touched by Turi's dirty hands. Yes, be careful Safe. My older sister should be clean, but I do n't want to touch it now. If this happens, there is no choice but to apply hygiene. I feel like I can't live without improving the environment. As far as I can remember, it seems that Mine was a weak child and often fell asleep with a fever. Too much memory in bed. In order for me to read books without hesitation, I and myself must be healthy. Because I feel poor, I feel like I can't get a doctor even if I get sick, and I don't want to take care of the medical practice that I imagine from the living level of this environment. Turi, help me prepare dinner Yes, mother Apparently, my mother's voice came from somewhere, and Turi ran away. Considering the degree of sunlight outside the window, it is probably ready for dinner. Turi seems to have helped even though he was still in the lower grades of elementary school. This is a poor situation. There is no doubt that children are part of the labor force. Wow, I hate I feel depressed when I think about my growth. No matter how you think, you can't be helped by just one person. Certainly reading time will decrease. Can I get used to living here because I was a troublesome person who wants to spend time for reading, even with simple housework using Japanese home appliances? Dang! Dan! , And exciting sound sounds intermittently. I told you to prepare for dinner, so I think it's probably the sound of cooking, but what is going on? I can't see it from the place where I'm lying, but I don't want to see it. Since I was able to reincarnate, I have to think more positively. Because you can read books that didn't exist on the earth, first let's get in shape. While thinking so, close your eyes slowly. It's right now Welcome, father It seems that the dinner was ready by the time my father came home, with the sound of metal rubbing against the gasher. I felt that my consciousness slowly dropped while feeling a little far away from my family, excluding the hot fever Mine, who still can't eat rice. There is only one thing to think about while the consciousness falls in the dark. Ah, I want to read a book because I can do anything.
