Sitting on the sofa in the living room of his home, Sakimori closed his eyes and used the black cat to observe the marketâs activity. Leaning back on the sofa, he let out a big yawn.
When heâs using the numerous black cats, itâs impossible to simultaneously experience, and see everything. So he only glanced at what caught his interest. Nevertheless, his head was throbbing, and he felt nauseous. His shoulders were stiff, so he rotated his neck and spoke.
âWhat are you up to, Shizuku-san?â
He asked the question with half-closed eyes as Shizuku walked unsteadily, seemingly doing something odd again. It might be fine to leave her be, but sheâd look like she was about to cry.
[Ugh⊠For some reason, I can see through peopleâs vision. Vision hijack, vision hijack. Understood, Iâll shoot.]
âCould you not give off such a creepy vibe?â
I interjected with a quip due to the eerie atmosphere. Shizuku was emitting a slightly spooky aura.
[Mmm⊠Yes, I may have gone a bit overboard just now. I need a clearer joke. My bad. Maybe I should have gone with cyber-jacking the public security forces after all.]
With a dejected expression, Shizuku faced downwards and knelt, extending her hand like a puppy asking for a treat. She is like a little girl.
[I sensed you were thinking of something strange, but oh well. Anyway, was that good? The people who made a meal out of the residents of the abandoned town?]
Shizuku, who had been observing the same things as me, voiced her question.
âHmm? Itâs unusual for Shizuku to be concerned about something like that. Have you awakened to altruism?â
Sheâs usually a prankster and even shoots people who collapse without much concern, thinking it might be a trap. She doesnât usually have a heart, after all.
[No, not really. I just think it would be best if things went well overall. I thought it might be something youâd be concerned about, Soujin-san. Itâs for building up my likability, you know.]
Shizuku answered candidly with a nonchalant expression. It seems she hadnât been bothered by it. Shizuku is pretty matter-of-fact.
Even if her comrades are hurt, her first consideration would be the change in battle strategy due to the decrease in combat strength.
âIf you openly state that and my likability goes up, that would be odd, donât you think? But I understand what youâre trying to say. They indeed made meals out of the abandoned townâs residents. That much is certain.â
Iâve realized that. Those are the facts.
âThatâs just the norm. Thatâs the everyday reality of the outer town. The truly terrible part is that they sometimes use people as bait for monsters, make them accomplices in crimes, or treat them like slaves during demolition work. We have to deal with this responsibly. At least theyâre buying worn clothes from the abandoned townâs residents with ration tickets. And it seems theyâre conducting legitimate sales.â
[Indeed, theyâve skillfully repaired worn-out clothes. Impressive.]
They were carefully sewing and mending even the small holes. Despite being secondhand, the clothes looked sturdy and well done. Probably not just a skill.
âYouâre right? Also, those with [Sewing] and [Thread Processing] skills might be secretly trying to steal their techniques. They could get practice fabric by stripping goblins.â
The children pretended to be customers but were secretly peeking. The secondhand shop couple was too caught up to notice.
âItâs quite a spectacle to see whoâs putting in the desperate effort. Those kids seem to be progressing slightly faster.â
[You mean they might have the potential to become psychics, I understand.]
The smiling girl nodded, but why psychics?
âNah, theyâre not gonna become psychics. Itâs just that their small efforts are rewarded a little faster, thatâs all.â
I had no intention of leveling up those kids with doping. Unlike blacksmithing or knowledge, they could improve their skills through practice. Jin and the others would be more than willing to help with things like needles and scissors.
As such, they could undoubtedly improve their skills without relying on their abilities. Letâs apologize for the idea of stealing techniques.
[So, those people are just stepping stones?]
Huh? I chuckled at Shizukuâs unexpected words. She seems surprisingly narrow-minded. Perhaps because itâs unrelated to combat.
âWell, in an open market, everyone has a chance, you know? The owner of that secondhand shop might rapidly improve and become a big store, or those kids might end up owning their shops. If sales are good, other clothing stores might come to my market. There are plenty of rivals. I support the kids, though.â
[I see. It is a market. And as a result, people from outer town will start coming for clothes]
âIt applies to other things too, but youâre right. Right now, weâre selling potatoes and corn a bit cheaper than the black market to attract people, but who knows what the future holds.â
This past week, the number of visitors from the outer town had increased significantly. They must have realized it was a safe route. I could see people packing corn and potatoes to take home through the black catâs eyes.
People who understood they could sell cores were also appearing, planning to enter Dungeon Tours. The flow of money had started to grow considerably. This way, the foreign currency would flow in from the outer town. Itâs a delicate thread, but Iâve established a distribution network connecting the outer town, and Amatsugahara Market.
âWell, itâs still a market thatâs just getting started.â
With excitement for the future, Sakimori leaned back on the sofa and began to doze off.