We headed back to kitchen after watching the festivalâs main event come to a conclusion. Naturally, the trip back, like the trip there, was accompanied by Fran purchasing what could only be described as an unnecessary amount of food.
ăAlright, Iâve got all my energy back, so Iâm about to kick myself into high gear. You guys should probably start getting ready for bed.ă
ăItâs fine. Will help.ă
ăWoof.ă
ăWell, if youâre sure, then Iâll take you up on that offer.ă
ăNn. Can count on me.ă
ăBark!ă
ăSweet. Alright, I guess you can keep working on prepping up the vegetables and stuff then, Fran.ă
ăGot it.ă
ăAnd as for you Urushi? Youâre⌠also going to be doing the same thing you were before.ă
ăW-WhimperâŚă
I handed Urushi another barrel so he could go back to headbanging. Luckily, that would be the last time I needed to have him do it. We needed about six kilograms of butter in total, and the first barrel had managed to produce half of that, so yeah.
Butter was honestly more of a luxury than anything else in the first place. Its market price was way too high for it to be worth it, and to make matters worse, the stuff you could buy didnât even taste all that great. The butter Urushi made was salt free, fresh, and much more delicious than anything else we could get, so making it ourselves was pretty much resulted in us obtaining a higher quality product for a fraction of the cost. It was one of the ever so desired two birds one stone type situations.
ăDo your best. Donât be giving up on me now.ă
ăWoof!ă
The large black wolf ultimately resigned himself to his fate. He lifted the barrel above his head and moved over to room with a bit of a higher ceiling before finally starting to swing his neck up and down with as much vigour as he could muster.
ăI guess Iâll get started on the dough next.ă
And so, I worked on the task for about two odd hours.
Naturally, both Fran and Urushi needed sleep, so theyâd already headed back to the inn. I, on the other hand, was an object, so I used my lack of a need for rest in order to continue working throughout the night.
ăWoah, itâs already past midnight.ă
I felt the urge to go outside and look upon the night sky. I wanted to stare at all seven gleaming moons as they illuminated my darkened surroundings, just as Iâd done on the day I reincarnated. But I couldnât. We were in the middle of the city, so there was a chance that someone would spot me as I basked in the moonlight. It was a bit of a shame, but I was honestly still quite content just knowing that they were there.
Well, I couldâve easily just created a doppelganger and had it look instead, but that was flat out just a waste of the skillâs cooldown.
Man, I canât believe Iâve been here for three whole months already. My life back in Japan had been rather stagnant, and time seemed to move at a snailâs pace. Here though, it almost seemed to fly by far too quickly. I guess this is what it means to live out a fulfilling life.
The moment I entertained that thought was the moment everything went back.
ăHuh?ă
W-Wait, what the hell just happened!? Why couldnât I see anymore? Is this some sort of like bug or error? Wait, how did I see in the first place? I had no idea, which meant I also had no idea as to whether or not I was supposed to retain the ability see in the first place. Maybe this is something thatâs supposed to happen? Please no.
The darkness was suddenly overridden by its opposite right as my thoughts started strolling down panic lane. Everything around me had suddenly been dyed in a shade of pure white.
It looked like there wasnât actually any issue with my sense of sight. Whew. Wait, not whew. Where the hell am I? I canât tell. I looked around, but I was met with the same result regardless of where I cast my gaze. My surroundings seemed to have transformed into an infinite expanse of white. It almost looked like Iâd been transported inside the Hyperbolic T*me Chamber or something. Wait, isnât this like totally what youâd normally see in the first chapter of a novel centered around the theme of reincarnating into another world? Am I about to meet some sort of God so I can reincarnate again or something? Wait, wait, wait, did I just jinx it? Iâm pretty sure I did. Fuck! Fuck no! I like this world, Iâm not about to let myself get ported over to a different one. Iâve even got unfinished business here. Fran and I are still in the midst of our journey together and I absolutely refuse to leave her side at least until she grows up. I donât care what happens, I wonât budge on that at all, regardless of whether or not Iâm speaking to some sort of God.
I panicked a bit more while taking in my surroundings. I couldnât actually find anything at the first, but someone suddenly rose out of the ground about ten meters in front me right as I came to the conclusion that the place was empty.
His form was exactly like that of a refined middle aged manâs. His shimmering silver hair and laid back robed appearance really served to exemplify the fact that he was in the prime of his life. He looked a bit thin at first glance, but further inspection led me to understand that he was actually jacked as all hell.
The appearance he had really left an impact on me, but despite that, I couldnât really sense his presence at all. It was like he was some sort of phantom, or a mere illusion. Either way, he didnât really look like a God. Whew.
I tried to approach him so I could inspect him in a bit more detail, butâŚ
ăI canât move.ă
My body had been completely frozen in place, and it didnât seem like he intended on coming any closer either so I guess that plan was out.
ăWho are you?ă
The man started to act out a series of gestures instead of answering my question.
ăWhy do that instead of just talking?ă
ăââââă
ăHuh? I canât tell what you just said. I couldnât hear you.ă
ăââââă
ăOh! Are you perhaps mute?ă
Apparently, Iâd the nail on the head. The man immediately pointed at me and smiled while nodding, as if to say âspot on.â However, he soon transitioned back into making more gestures. It was evident that he was trying to tell me something.
I started him down as he continued to with his odd gestures. I was having a hard time deciphering them, but I at least managed to grasp that I wasnât about to be stuck reincarnating again, at least.
Seriously though, what the hell was he trying to tell me? All he kept doing was moving back and forth whilst drawing an upside down triangle.
ăIs that supposed to be La Pyramide InversĂŠe?ă[1]
ăââă
He shook his head in response, so I guess not.
The middle aged man seemed to understand that I found his actions incomprehensible, so he changed them up a bit.
His next course of action was to half open his mouth, raise both hands and slowly walk forward whilst making a sort of a zoned-out expression.
Oh, now that, I understand.
ăSo itâs something to do with zombies?ă
The man responded by giving me two thumbs up.
He then proceeded to alternate between his previous two patterns. That is, heâd start drawing triangles, switch to being a zombie, start drawing triangles again and so on and so forth. Hmmm⌠zombies, zombies⌠You know what I think of when I think of zombies? The freaking floating island we were on, thatâs what. Wait, is that what heâs going for?
ăIs that upside down triangle youâre drawing supposed to be representing the floating island that one dungeon was on?ă
ăââă
Sweet, looks like I hit the nail on the head. He responded with another thumbs up.
ăAlright, I get that part, whatâs next?ă
The man took a lowered battled stance with his fists by his hips. He then began to tremble whilst giving off a magic-like glow, as if letting power course throughout the entirety of his body.
ăKaiouk*en?ă
ăââă
Yeahhhhh, I figured that wasnât it.
ăWait wait, are you trying to imitate Krill*n?ă
ăââă
Okay yeah, I figured that one wouldnât be right either. That said, I honestly couldnât really see his actions as anything other than him imitating a character straight out Dr*gon Ball or Huntsman X Huntsman.
I hoped heâd change his approach, but didnât and just kept repeating the exact same action.
ăHmm.. are you trying to say something along the lines of someone using an incredible amount of power?ă
He stuck out a hand so it pointed straight towards me before wobbling it from left to right, an obvious indication that I was kind of on the right track, but not really all the way there yet.
ăAre you supposed to be⌠releasing some sort of secret trump card?ă
He gave me a point and a nod, so apparently that was the right answer. Letâs see⌠secret trump card⌠floating island dungeonâŚ?
ăOh! Latent Potential Release!ă
The man gave me an excited thumbs up since Iâd finally manage to give him the answer he wanted. Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand to his face and started to flap his fingers as if to imitate a pair of lips.
Something about talking through latent potential release�
ăThe lich?ă
The man formed an X with his forearms.
ăLetâs see⌠what else fits⌠The system announcer?ă
Wrong again, apparently.
ăOh, wait! I remember now! You mustâve been the one dude that started talking to me telepathically out of nowhere! I remember you telling me a bunch about the System Announcer.ă
It seemed like Iâd gotten the answer right? The man responded with a curt nod, but quickly transitioned into a light bow with his hands pressed together in what seemed like an apologetic manner.
He again started going back and forth between a pair of actions. Heâd bow and then do the talking motion and then repeat the whole cycle ad infinitum.
Looked to me like he was trying to apologize with regards to something heâd said to me back then⌠Hmm⌠What did we talk about anywaysâŚ?
ăWho are you anyway?ă
ăWellll, I was planning on telling you eventually anyways. And I was planning on meeting up with you in about a monthish, something around that, iunno. Well, telepathically meet up that is, if you count that. Buuuuuut, eh, whatever. Might as well tell you now minus all the pretentious nitty gritty junk anyway.ă
ăYou sure sound laid backâŚă
ăWelll, thatâs cause we donât really count as strangers n stuff anyway. Whatever, whatever. Might as well say it. My name isâŚ.ă
And that was when our conversation had come to an abrupt end. So if he wanted to apologize for something, itâd probably be becauseâŚ.
ăIâm guessing we arenât able to meet up in person like youâd been planning?ă
The man responded with a nod.
ăI guess you mustâve run into some sort of blocker or something along the way then?ă
A pair of nods.
ăAnd you canât tell me who you are either?ă
A group of three nods.
Ahhh, I get what this whole thing is all about⌠but why canât he talk this time? I mean, he did last time.
The man made the power up pose, pointed at himself, and then got on both knees and pretended to wheeze.
ăSo what Iâm getting is that you canât talk anymore because I used Latent Potential Release?ă
Apparently Latent Potential Release had affected this guy the same way it had with the System Announcer.
ăWait, so that means youâre a part of me?ă
Nod.
ăAre you the guy whose voice I heard right when I reincarnated?ă
Nod.
I knew it!
That said, learning this had given rise to a question that I simply couldnât ignore or set aside for later.
ăSo⌠Just who are you then?ă
I couldnât resist asking him that. I was so curious about the answer that Iâd almost felt as if itâd been eating away at me.
The man frowned and shook his head from side to side. It didnât like he was going to be able to answer me.
ăHmm⌠Are you going to up and vanish too, or are we going to be able to end up being able to meet with each other like this some time in the future as well?ă
The man drew one large circle overhead and dotted it with six smaller ones. An easily understood answer.
ăThe thing you just drew would be the full moon and its six smaller counterparts, right?ă
But why only then of all times? Actually, now that I think about it, Latent Potential Release aside, the only time Iâd ever spoken to him was when I was first reincarnated exactly three months ago. In other words, the moons had been full back then too
ăCan you only appear during the Lunar Banquet or something?ă
Apparently I was right.
ăSo Iâm guessing Iâll see you again in three months time?ă
The man smiled a shit eating grin whilst energetically raising both thumbs. For some odd reason, the action had seemed to cause him to start to fade away.
ăWait a second! Iâm not done asking you stuff!ă
My words prompted the man to once again take his apology pose before vanishing altogether. I guess he ran out of time.
The world around me underwent the same thing it had earlier; it faded out into black before going back to normal.
ăSeems like Iâm back in the kitchen.ă
Everything was exactly as it had been just before I faded out. In fact, no time seemed to have passed whatsoever. It was like Iâd been momentarily spirited away or something.
ăI guess I wonât be able to see him for another three months, but Iâll definitely have a tonne of questions prepped for when I do.ă
I wonder if he can hear me right now. I mean, he did claim to be a part of me after all.
[1] Itâs an interesting French tourist attraction located in the Louvre. You guys might recognize it if you read western literature / watch western movies, as itâs known for being a part of The Da Vinci Code.