113-Greatness of the ancestors




 
Okay, we're gonna catch a big one! I'm not going to let my guest, a nobleman, defeat me!

"Oh!

 When Douglas blasted, the sailors responded vigorously and went back to their respective fishing grounds.

 Maybe it's because a kid like me caught a Dos Maguro, but the adults can't afford to lose either. They all held their fishing rods in their hands as they stared at the surface of the sea.

 If they stared at us like that, the fish wouldn't be so scared that they wouldn't come to us.

 I took a break from fishing because I couldn't even hold a fishing pole anymore. As expected of a seven-year old boy, his stamina is very poor.

 So now Roomba is fishing instead of me.

 If he catches a fish, he will catch a nice one with his strong arm.

 By the way, my Dosage Tuna was brought into the kitchen immediately by the crew and the cook.

 Now it would be tightened by the cooks immediately, and the fish would be in the process of being bled out and dismantled.

 I asked the chef to bring it to me if he could, as I wanted to eat it as sashimi later.

 Fortunately, I had some soy sauce on hand, thanks to Tory. This was the perfect opportunity for me to have the sashimi I had been longing for.

 Sashimi culture exists in this world as well, but it seems to have spread only a little in the areas near the sea.

 The Misfirito Kingdom, which is far from the sea, doesn't seem to have much of a sashimi eating culture, as I didn't see any sashimi in the royal capital.

 On the contrary, in Kagura, which is surrounded by the sea, the sashimi culture is prevalent, and in the port city of Esports, it is said that only a few people eat it.

 Yes, it's just as expected of the country of origin of soy sauce. That's as expected of Kagura.

 We are looking forward to arriving in Kagura more and more.

 As I was walking on the deck of the ship thinking about that, I heard a scream from the back of the ship.

''Aaaaaaaaah!''

'Hey, Aleusha! If you want to practice water magic, do it over there! My clothes are wet!

'Everyone over there is fishing and running around and it's distracting!

 When I looked at the situation to see what was going on, it was just the two of them practicing their magic in the rear.

 Apparently, they are practicing magic control just like I said.

 Because of the failure of Aleusha's water magic control, her whole body was soaked, and Ilya, who was sitting at the table, was caught up in it and her feet were soaked.

 Ilya moved the table and chairs around and took up a position at the edge, trying not to get caught up in Aleusha's magic.

 And Ilya was trying to recreate the Jenga piece with earth magic.

 I stared at the lettered and angled piece I had created, adjusting its shape through the earth magic I had created.

 It seems that he decided that it was impossible to make letters out of the blue, so he started by making them the same size. It's not a clean rectangle, it's a distorted one, but after months of working on it, it'll become a beautiful shape.

 Meanwhile, Aleusha was once again chanting a spell to create a water ball in the air.

 .........one, two, three, four.......four. It seems that's about the only thing he can consistently produce.

 Well, rather than producing a lot of them, it's more effective to produce fewer and practice precise movements.

 When I see Aleusha fidgeting with the water poles with poor movements, it makes me feel somewhat itchy.

 I guess she realizes that this is different from hitting a water ball against a demon.

 Aleusha may have thought the same thing, but her expression was grim.

 Maybe it's because she's covered in water and her dark blue bangs are hanging down, but she looks like a ghost, and that's scary.

 I was thinking about maneuvering the water polo in front of him and teasing him, but I didn't know what he would do if I made him angry, so I quietly walked away.

 I went back to the deck and went back to check on Irvine and the others who were fishing.

 Behind Irvine, I saw a pile of driftwood, leather shoes, jars, cloth and rope.

'What's this?' Garbage?

 When I blurted out a word like that, Malt burst out laughing as if he couldn't stand it.

''Puhahaha! Look at that! Master Alfried says it's trash, too!

Yuck!

 Having already been teased a number of times, Irvine spoke back without keeping the laughing Malt in sight.

 Irvine still doesn't seem to be able to catch the creature. On the other hand, I think it's more difficult to catch anything other than a living thing so far.

'When I tell you how excited Irvine is when he's catching pots........................kukk.

Where did you hook the jar?

 I asked Malt, stifling a laugh as he said.

 Can a needle get stuck in something as hard as a jar? Can you hook it up to the mouthpiece and see if that helps? No, that's all it would take to get it off before you could fish it out.

'It's more accurate to say it got caught in a small hole and crack in the jar than it was hooked. That's Irvine, man.

 On the contrary, it's amazing.

 I observe the jar as I admire Irvine's wasted talent, or should I call it luck.

 There is a small hole in the surface of the rounded brown jar, with a spiderweb-like crack in the center of it. How could a needle be caught in such a place?

 As I was looking at the jar and the driftwood, I heard a zigzagging sound behind me.

 It sounded a little different from the sound of a sailor going by or Irvine and his crew walking by.

 The sound made me feel uncomfortable, and I slowly turned around.

 There was only the jar from earlier, and Irvine and the others were still sitting on the edge.

 ........Strange?

 The moment I thought that, the jar in front of me started to move.

 A jar that moved with a zorizzy feeling of friction between the deck and the jar. The jar moved about ten centimeters and then stopped.

 I was stunned by the unbelievable sight, but I quickly came to myself.

 No matter how much of a fantasy world we live in, the pot couldn't have moved on its own. I'm sure some hermit crab-like creature or demon is in there.

 Even so, the fact that the jar moves on its own is an uncanny sight, so I quietly keep my distance.

 Then I bend my legs and stare at it, and the jar shakes with a short throbbing sound.

 ........what is it? I feel as if I've found a cockroach in the house and I'm sure it's behind the wardrobe.

 Something is in the jar.

 I'm too scared to look in to see for sure, so I go to call out to Irvine and a strange tentacle pops out of the hole in the jar.

''Whoa!''

What?

 I let out a cry of surprise and the members of the team, including Irvine, Mort and Rumba, turned around.

''Whoa! Look at these legs sprouting out of the d*mn jar! Tubogany?!

You're not. That's not a foot, that's a tentacle. An octopus' foot, to be precise.

 Douglas admonishes Roomba, who is about to pick up the great sword in surprise.

 Apparently, the sea demons have a hermit crab-like demon that is as big as a man.

 It is said that they compensate for their vital points and blind spots by carrying hard material such as rocks on their backs.

It's true. Inside is an octopus.

 Irvine calmly judges the contents of the jar as he looks into it.

 Nah, it's an octopus. You've lost your surprise.

 Seeing me patting my chest in relief, he chuckles as if I'm just a guy who can't help himself.

 No, no, you would be surprised if a tentacle suddenly came out of a jar.

'You did it, Irvine. Now you've caught one fish.

'Sarcasm! I don't eat octopuses, so I won't be among my prey!

'What? Is the octopus poisonous?

 The octopus is delicious. You can process it and boil it and eat it as sashimi, or you can grill it with salt and eat the quail.

 It goes well with sake, don't you think? What's the one thing you can't eat, poison?

No, it's not poisonous, but you can't eat this stuff.

 Irvine says with disgust, pointing at the octopus that has emerged from the jar.

'Really?'

No, well, it's gross and I don't think I want to eat it.

I've never eaten anything like it.

I know it's not poisonous, but I don't think I'd want to eat it either, and I don't think I've ever seen anyone do it.

 I look at them, and Mort, Lumumba and Douglas respond in that way.

 Douglas, who has lived at sea for a long time, says so, probably because there's no culture of eating octopus around here.

 It is true that you wouldn't normally think of eating a slimy creature with a full leg like this. Even I, who was used to eating octopus in a past life, think so.

 Whoever ate octopus, sea cucumber or sea urchin first must be a genius.

 I can't imagine from what point of view an octopus looks so delicious.

 But I know how good octopus is, and I'm not afraid of it.

'Okay, let's cook a little octopus,'

""Yeah!"

 When I muttered that, the three of them, except for Roomba, raised their voices as if they were donkeys.

 That's rude. You look at people like they're monsters, and if you cook properly, they'll be delicious.