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What up homedog? I took 4 years of Japanese in high school. Right now I'm about jlpt n5, self studying. I plan on studying abroad in Japan. Translator in training at oniichanyamete!

Ring Ring 02 – Her time with him

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From the alley Shiori stealthily peeked at the main street, straining her ears to eavesdrop on each person’s conversation.

As expected, she didn’t have the ability to understand everything but she could more or less understand what they were talking about.  

For example, those aunties’ [1] conversation topic was something about how their bodies weren’t doing too well.

Vocabulary such as “Waist”, “Pain”, “shoulder”, and “Stiff” were peppered into the conversation.

“Why did this happen…”

Shiori headed back into the alley for the moment, and crouched down to hug her head.

What the heck am I supposed to do now!

(First of all, should I look for “him”?)

This is the world he lives in after all, and he’s the only one I can rely on.

In Shiori’s mind surfaced his dearly missed figure.

From his beautiful eyes and silver hair to his tall height and supple muscles.

Despite his elegance, some part of him was wild and rough;  despite his gentleness, he was sometimes sharp and manly.

Based on his white uniform covering his body and the sword worn on his waist, the man looked just like a knight.

Well, he actually is a knight of this country though.

Shiori sighed, remembering about the incident 3 years ago.

By chance, he and she encountered on a cold midwinter day.

During the winter break of her first year at university, alone in her apartment, she was preparing nabe[2] for dinner.

Just when Shiori noticed the small room fill with light, in the next moment, there was a knight-like man standing, staring dumbfounded at Shiori who was still in the kitchen.

But Shiori was the one who thought she should be surprised.

Suddenly, in her room appeared a man cosplaying with a dangerous weapon– a western sword.

At first living together was truly troubling.

How they couldn’t communicate in each other’s language was the biggest problem.

Even so, while she was attempting to communicate, she began to think that perhaps he was from another world.

It was an unrealistic hypothesis and normally Shiori would have laughed at it, but the fact was the man had truly appeared out of thin air because Shiori’s very own eyes witnessed it happen.

In the end, instead of reporting him to the police Shiori sheltered the silver haired man.

It wasn’t so much that she would feel sorry for him if he was arrested by the police. Instead, she was more worried that he would kill the police with his sword.

He was a little on edge at first, perhaps because he arrived to an unknown world.

They became less reserved with each other; eventually, he quickly mastered Japanese thanks to Shiori.

He was a silver-haired man with good motor skills, and his appearance could easily be mistaken as a foreign model. However, that wasn’t where his advantages ended.

In other words, his head, learning ability, and memory were superb.

By the end of the month he could converse with her in broken Japanese. By the end of three months his Japanese was so fluent and accentless you would believe him if he told you he was born in Tokyo.

When he became able to speak Japanese, they were able to more deeply understand each other.

He then recalled and explained to Shiori that he travelled to her different world.

“An acquaintance of mine is a sorcerer. Just before arriving, I was summoned here by that guy. The experiment tried to teleport someone above a magic circle.  The only cause I could think of was that. If I meet that guy again…”

He said, with a loathing expression. 

Shiori was surprised. In his world existed magic and what’s more magicians were an actual occupation.

“Sounds just like a fantasy!” she thought.

However, it seemed that to the man, modern Japan was the real fantasy.

Even now, she still found the scene of a grown man uneasily bringing himself to touch the vibrating mobile terribly amusing.

Sheltering him cost two people’s portion, Shiori’s schoolwork had to take a backseat as she had to work a part time job.

But the man himself was very bothered by this and asked Shiori if there was anything he could do.

However, the man lacked the knowledge and common sense needed to work a job in Japan.

From a Japanese person’s perspective, with his gaudy flawless appearance and his colorful silver hair would only hinder his efforts in finding a job.

Thus, Shiori intended to take care of the money by herself until he was familiar with Japan.

In order for him to quickly get a job, he put great effort into learning Japanese customs and common sense, something Shiori looked fondly upon.

In the confined apartment lived two people.

Although they quarreled a bit, they spent everyday enjoyably.

However–

Their farewell was sudden.

It happened roughly 3 months after the man stumbled into her world.

Shiori returned from work, and the moment he greeted Shiori inside the room, a light appeared from beneath his feet enveloping his slender and muscular body.

Then…

“What!?”

At the blinding light, Shiori reflexively squeezed her eyes shut, again she opened them, but the man’s figure had already vanished.

They neither had the time to hug goodbye, nor even say a word.

In the blink of an eye, he left.

“…………”

Shiori stood frozen in the entryway, her dumbfounded eyes staring at the scene before her.

Until some time ago she was expecting to be warmly welcomed home. For her sake she convinced herself that he would never again come back.

He came here because of the magician, now he disappeared because of the magician.

Shiori was certain that the man had been called back to his own world with the magician’s magic.

(In that case, wasn’t that good?)

Despite thinking that, her heart was wracked with an inescapable sense of loss which stayed with her for awhile afterwards.

And so, three years passed.

(This time I’m the one being summoned?)

In an unknown world’s inconspicuous alley, somehow Shiori accepted her reality.

In the street people exchanged words, surely when “he” first visited he spoke the exact same language.

She was certain, because in exchange for teaching him Japanese, in return he taught her his language.

And now, she had no doubt that she was somewhere in his country.

If this time it’s my return to rely on him, I don’t think there’s anything to feel guilty about.

So thought Shiori.

However, three years had already passed since Shiori and he lived together.

He was an unforgettable existence to Shiori, but that didn’t mean he would feel the same about her.

Perhaps he already forgot all about Shiori.

“But besides him I have no one to rely on…”

It wouldn’t do to loiter in this alleyway.

Very soon, night would fall.

It seemed to be a peaceful enough town, but compared to Japan it was perhaps still much less safe.

“Perhaps he forgot me but even so, for now, I’ll depend on him–depend on Kraust.”

And just like that Shiori stood up, leaving the alley.


[1] If you’re not familiar in many asian cultures you call slightly older females “Aunty” even if they are not blood related to you. Instead of miss or ma’am in English you would hear older sister or aunty. The person could be a random stranger, family friend, or your blood related sister/aunt.

[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nabemono

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Ring Ring 01 – To His World

Special Shoutout to este and the whole OCY crew: thanks.

To everyone especially my friends, enjoy.

http://ncode.syosetu.com/n7439bk/1/

 

An employment ice age.

The world’s recession was like a stormy sea. A 4th year university student named Umemoto Shiori sighed deeply. Zero job offers. These scary words were, to the present Shiori, an unmistakable reality. Because no employment could be found, Shiori cursed her useless university degree.

 

When Shiori told the gist of this to her parents,

 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re a woman so you don’t even need to enter a company. [1] Just keep looking for a job and a husband,” she was casually told, before being hung up on.

 

Shiori stared at the disconnected mobile phone with distant eyes.

 

It was just like her parents to be like that.

It didn’t mean that she wasn’t loved.

Only, Shiori’s parents were such a lovey-dovey couple that just watching them would make you embarrassed, and the result was that they placed each other first. Because of that, Shiori ended up as second fiddle is all.

 

Although as their child she did feel somewhat lonely, she also felt that it was a good thing for her parents to get along as they did.

Shiori felt that if she ever married somebody in the future, she would want a relationship filled with love, just like her parents’.

 

(Well, right now I don’t even have a lover though.)

 

Tossing her phone onto her bed, Shiori groped for the bag she had left on the floor.

Shiori was not told “Return home” by her parents, as it is she continued to live alone while job hunting.

From Shiori’s bag she took out her wallet and room keys to go to the convenience store.

 

“Uuu, it’s cold”

 

Spring was close and the night was becoming chilly. Entering the empty apartment, Shiori thrust her hands into her pocket ducking her head.

In that instant–

 

“…..What!?”

 

A strong light illuminated her feet, and just like that her body was sucked in.

With closed eyes one couldn’t tell how much time had passed.

In what felt like only a second, about ten hours had lapsed.

Shiori softly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

She expected to see the familiar highway spread out in front of her apartment.

Day falling into gloomy emptiness, the outdoor and house light illuminating the ground, that sort of expected scene.

(I wonder why my head feels funny?)

 

Shiori’s body was [2] sparkling and twinkling. However, before her eyes the scenery didn’t change.

She wondered if it was around noon. Looking up at the emptiness, bright sunlight shined upon the clouds.

Shiori stood up in a narrow alley. There were no people present near the alley however, from her position she could hear sounds of life and people talking.  

 

(Where is this? What do i do now? Perhaps…I’m in another country?)

 

Before her eyes she saw and touched a house’s wall. The cream walls had a wooden window frame. On the house’s other side there was lovely brickwork. On the ground one could see the stone paving lead the way to the concrete path of main street.

The old street corners looked as if they came out of a historical European fantasy movie. It had that kind of atmosphere.

 

“I’m alright. I just need to calm down a bit.” muttered Shiori, encouraging herself.

 

First she now looked at her appearance: a dark knit cardigan, sharp skinny jeans and light brown boots she bought from a winter sale.

When she left the convenience store and apartment, her appearance had not changed. She looked the same as when she left the convenience store and apartment.

In her pocket she grasped her wallet and keys.

Yet her surrounding scene just changed. What the heck is this…

 

Feeling timid, Shiori started walking toward main street.

An intense uneasiness squeezed her chest causing her to involuntarily tighten her grip on her wallet.

From the alley’s shadow she stealthily revealed her face wondering about the street’s appearance.

She felt a little hopeless.

 

(The whole town isn’t cosplaying or something right?)

 

Shiori’s forehead started sweating.

Each person passing by the street wore t-shirts and jeans.

This street’s atmosphere was a bit old-fashioned.

Shiori closed her eyes tightly, trying to escape from reality.

 

Perhaps, Shiori was in the midst of a fantasy film shooting.

Then, for some reason, I got lost…

However, when she saw the letters on the sign of a shop on the street, Shiori was startled.

 

(I can understand this….)

 

Then, at last, Shiori understood her present predicament.

 

This isn’t Earth.

In other words, similar to him, I landed in a world completely different from mine


[1] Note that the way large companies in Japan work are more like gangs, so you ‘enter’ a company and become affiliated with it. You don’t just ‘enter’ a job.
[2] 詩織はパチパチとまばたきをした.
http://jisho.org/search/pachipachi
The literal term used is パチパチ which is a japanese sound effect. It doesn’t quite have an English equivalent, thus, I used sparkling.In other contexts it could mean clapping or crackling.

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Ring Ring

http://ncode.syosetu.com/n7439bk/

 

3 years ago, a university student named Shiori took care of a knight who was strangely transported to Japan. Although he peacefully returned to his world, but this time, somehow Shiori was transported to an unfamiliar world. With no one to rely on, Shiori intended to reunite with the knight. However, in this world, he became a hero…