Otherworld Company Chapter 55.2: The Beginning of the End, Work just Repeats This

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When I saw her reaction, I answered immediately with a smile.

 

 

“A complete refusal.” (Jiro)

 

“Perhaps we could talk some more!?” (Ashley)

 

“There’s no bigger waste of time than talking about work outside of work hours. That’s my belief.” (Jiro)

 

 

It is also called a rule of thumb.

 

Specifically, 80% of the time, the boss’s work talk you hear during company drinks is a waste of time.

 

On top of that, if you listen to it endlessly like a broken record, you get the worst possible combo: your beer gets warm, you sober up, and you feel terrible.

 

I’ve gotten to know Ashley over the past few days, but I draw the line at this point.

 

That line was that I would not accept any more extra work.

 

I am told to learn the customs of Ithar, but I don’t want to act like a corporate slave.

 

Even if it is a request from a girl who is objectively pretty, I would refuse it under the circumstances where I have to report to a boss I don’t particularly feel comfortable with.

 

I am already beyond the age of making youthful mistakes.

 

And I am a Japanese who can say “no” in some cases.

 

 

“Don’t worry, Ashley, if you keep your work reports lighthearted, with no emotion mixed in, you’ll find yourself done.” (Jiro)

 

“Uh, Giro’s words are very persuasive.” (Ashley)

 

“Because it’s based on experience.” (Jiro)

 

 

I’m sure everyone has experienced at least a work report when they go out in the world, even if it is not in a black company.

 

They think about how they can finish their reports without incident, and they repeatedly try and fail, receiving additional work, being scolded, and having to redo their work.

 

I was merely sharing an example of this with my fellow travelers who were only here for a few days.

 

And this is the end of that journey.

 

As we talked, our feet kept going, and we finally reached the entrance to the city and passed through the gate.

 

 

“Now, we’ve arrived.” (Jiro)

 

“Yes, we have arrived. …Huh, thank you so much for your kindness. I will never forget this favor.” (Ashley)

 

“As long as you don’t forget your failure, you can forget everything else.” (Jiro)

 

 

I’m probably not the only one who can draw a smile on the face of a priestess from another world.

 

Normally, it would be a scene where I would ask if they would need help, but this time she happened to be a minor in my world, and I ended up helping. Still, the conditions showed there was little risk, so I just went along.

 

I told you. I am a Japanese who can say “no” in some cases.

 

 

“I know it’s a promise, but take care of yourself. And don’t follow behind us again.” (Jiro)

 

“I don’t really have to do it in the city.” (Ashley)

 

 

I said goodbye to her immediately.

 

We joke around, and this time we part ways with her promptly.

 

Memoria and I stay behind to see Ashley and the others off.

 

I finally relax as I watch their backs disappear into the crowd, smiling at my last joke, and finally, my shoulders relaxed.

 

 

“I’m done. I knew I shouldn’t have taken on any extra work.” (Jiro)

 

“We have another job waiting for us, but fortunately we have a day to spare. What do you want to do?” (Memoria)

 

“I don’t like to work, but I’d really like to have a little fun.” (Jiro)

 

“Okay, then let’s do a little sightseeing.” (Memoria)

 

 

I adapted a bullish posture to make sure that I am not underestimated and that I do not show any opening.

 

In any case, this is my first time in a different world. The slightest gap could be fatal.

 

In addition, for some reason, Ashley and the others were constantly staring at me.

 

Whether it was the fact that I was so eager to learn new skills or the fact that my behavior was so unusual, they never stopped staring at me over the past few days.

 

It may have been that I had caught their interest on the first day by talking about my love affair with Memoria, but either way, it was an environment where I could not show any bad behavior.

 

It was a relief to be able to take a load off my shoulders from such an environment.

 

I had no reason to complain if I felt a little relieved.

 

Walking half a step behind her, I took in my first view of the city of Ithar.

 

 

“I had heard that it was a trading city, but as I expected, there were many stalls and stores..” (Jiro)

 

“There are entrances and exits in the east, west, south, and north, with markets and shopping areas in each direction. The north is for food and livestock, the west for clothing and ornaments, the east for weapons, armor, and furniture, and the south, where we pass, is for other types of goods.” (Memoria)

 

“Medicine, books, jars, bowls, musical instruments, and is that a gecko drying in the sun? It’s interesting to see how there’s no consistency at all.” (Jiro)

 

“Be careful here, as this is the area with the greatest number of swindlers. The inns are clustered in the center of the city, but we have a base in this town, so I don’t think we’ll be using that. And, you know what I mean.” (Memoria)

 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t go near anything shady.” (Jiro)

 

“The security in the front is reasonably well maintained, but if you go to the back, that is not the case. Remember, this is not Japan.” (Memoria)

 

“Okay, by the way, how do you deal with pickpockets?” (Jiro)

 

“If they’re caught red-handed, you could at least break their arms.” (Memoria)

 

“That’s extreme.” (Jiro)

 

“Sometimes you can’t handle a pickpocket with just a glare.” (Memoria)

 

 

The street of simple tent stalls, which can be seen in some places even on Earth, is crowded.

 

The streets are wide enough for horse-drawn carriages to pass, but the sidewalks are not separated from the roadways, and there is no custom of passing on the left side of the road.

 

The crowds of people passing each other and sometimes bumping into each other sound crowded, but at worst, they are unorganized.

 

I was pickpocketed three times in the course of just one hundred meters.

 

I don’t know if it’s a lot or not, but I’m lucky that I was able to get rid of all of them by simply brushing them off with my hands and glaring at them.

 

 

“I thought it will be much more enjoyable.” (Jiro)

 

“Isn’t that part of this trip?” (Memoria)

 

“I suppose so.” (Jiro)

 

 

As I ruffled my hair, which I had dyed brown because black hair stands out, I regretted that I was denied even the slightest bit of enjoyment.

 

Learn the culture? …… There certainly seems to be a lot to learn.

 

Certainly, the sights and places are something you can’t experience in Japan.

 

People negotiating with dog-eared old men in street stalls, and people like me walking around with weapons.

 

And,

 

 

“…” (Jiro)

 

“Are you concerned?” (Memoria)

 

 

I find people, slaves, who are collared and have price tags attached to them, regardless of gender.

 

I throw a glance at them for a moment and just pass by.

 

In fantasy, this is an everyday scene, but Japanese common sense complains inwardly that I am the only one who is right, but here I am the one who is different.

 

I understand once again that the feeling of justice and the desire to help out is something that happens in response to the common sense of Japan.

 

 

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t care, but I guess even if I care nothing would change.” (Jiro)

 

“Well, we’ll continue on through to the north, but be careful not to get separated.” (Memoria)

 

“Yes, I will follow you closely so as not to be spotted by some nobleman.” (Jiro)

 

“They’re very conspicuous. If you’re careful, you won’t see them.” (Memoria)

 

“Is that so?” (Jiro)

 

“Yes, their escorts are very conspicuous.” (Memoria)

 

 

I chuckle and thank the quiet kindness of Memoria, She nodded and continued to lead the way.

 

If I see a peculiar group of people, I should first assume they are nobles.

 

Then, remembering that the ones wearing expensive-looking clothes would be the same, I brushed off the pickpocket’s hand, which reached out again, this time with more force.

 

 

“They don’t learn do they?” (Jiro)

 

“There are a lot of people who can’t choose their means to survive. I don’t know if that’s the case here.” (Memoria)

 

“Is that so?” (Jiro)

 

 

I followed Memoria, hoping to find a place where I could relax for a while, and eventually, we came to the central plaza.

 

A fairly large space with cobblestone pavement has been set up.

 

The most eye-catching thing there is…

 

 

“What is that?” (Jiro)

 

“It’s a bronze statue of the Hero who built this city.” (Memoria)

 

“That’s not what I mean.” (Jiro)

 

 

It is a bronze statue of a man holding a sword to the ground.

 

My eyes, strengthened by the magic crest, can see every detail of the statue, and his face looks normal.

 

 

“He’s Japanese, right?” (Jiro)

 

“That’s right.” (Memoria)

 

 

His clothes were different from Japanese, but his face was Japanese.

 

It was a question that came from the fact that I was Japanese, but I was not mistaken.

 

However, there was one thing that bothered me.

 

 

“I see.” (Jiro)

 

“Would you like to take a look?” (Memoria)

 

“No.” (Jiro)

 

 

I could read and write well enough to come over here, though I had to use magic tools to cover up my speech.

 

I squinted to read the words engraved at the feet of the Hero, which I could read, but I refused Memoria’s suggestion as she asked if I was interested, instead we went on the path as planned.

 

 

“What is the specialty of this city?” (Jiro)

 

“Don’t expect too much.” (Memoria)

 

“At the very least, I hope they have good alcohol.” (Jiro)

 

 

Tatsuya, the Hero, sleeps in this place.

 

The phrase that left an impression on me as I changed the topic was engraved in my mind, quietly putting it away in the corner of my head.

 

I’m going to forget about the bad premonition I felt there, by quickly finding a delicious meal.

 

 

Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Has Girlfriends

Girlfriend(s): Suela Handelberg (Dark Elf) & Memoria Tris (Vampire)

Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)

Magical Aptitude: Eight (General Class)

Job Title: Warrior

 

Note for the Day

When one job ends, another begins.

 

I am always looking for ways to widen the gap between one job and the next, that’s what working people do!!!

 

 

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