The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 69
Only Noblemtl
#69. Regrets that go back (1)
It started with a small spot.
Since food is an essential part of any adventure, we visited a local pub as usual.
“Boss! I’ll have four of the most popular dishes here and a beer, please!”
“Beer? Instead of beer, let’s have a glass of white liquor. Mr. Baek in front of you is a third-generation master of white liquor.”
“Really? Then give me some broad-brimmed wine.”
“Here, four special dishes and a jug of soju!”
The clerk who heard Izumi’s order shouted loudly. He seemed very happy, perhaps because sales had increased.
“Wow, but the hydrangea’s outfit is really different. Oriental style? Something like that?”
“…? The East? What is that?”
“Oh! I’m just talking to myself.”
Izumi just let it go, but I also somewhat agreed.
The cultures of the Ji-guk and Su-guk were completely divided, with only a desert as their border.
Well, that… … If there’s a desert like X, then it’s worth going.
First of all, the appearance of the people is completely different.
Unlike the southern part of the Eastern Continent, which is classified as white (more precisely, light novel-style nerd white people) by Earth standards, the northern part of the Eastern Continent is closer to yellow people.
The only exception is that instead of black hair, there is a world of light brown hair.
They are perfect Orientals except for him, so it is no wonder that Izumi is so lost in memories.
“Here we have carbonara, yakisoba, tonkotsu ramen, Peking duck, and a bottle of baijiu.”
Still, this is a bit much.
I looked down at the table, shaken by the blatant display of Japanese culture.
Here’s a little common sense. In Japan, ramen and yakisoba are considered Chinese food. It’s for a similar reason that Koreans mistake jajangmyeon for Chinese food.
And Peking duck? Peking duck?
As far as I know, there is no place called Beijing in the hydrangea. Where on earth did the name Beijing come from?
It was truly a baseless naming.
Plus this radish on the table.
Some claim that danmuji originated from pickled radish that was introduced to Japan through Goguryeo’s Taekam, so we can roughly say that this table is a grand unification of East Asia, with Korea, China, and Japan all mixed up in a mess.
X-rated, culture!
‘It wasn’t like this in the anime… … .’
The water lilies depicted in the animation resembled those of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, a medieval China commonly referred to as the background of martial arts.
But what is the reality?
It was a mess, roughly mixing together Japanese and Chinese (as the Japanese claim) and adding a drop or so of Korean essence.
Suddenly, the Treewiki /Controversy entry comes to mind. A community where related jokes often come up.
-The world of Mob Reincarnation Hydrangea is fucking hilarious
-???: Hey, bring me some miso soup with some natto added to it.
-Every time I see dogeza in a western setting, I feel dizzy.
I heard that the animation version was considerably refined from the original worldview, perhaps reflecting these opinions.
For example, they don’t necessarily mention the names of the foods.
The scene where the main character claps his hands at a Korean-style Buddhist statue in Zhangjiajie, then shakes a bell and throws coins is deleted.
Hmm. Something like that.
However, unlike Korea, where the fandom was criticized, the North American fandom seems to prefer the world of Hydrangea.
Because to Westerners, the mystical culture of East Asia is all there. China=Kung Fu, Japan=Ninja, Korea=? That’s the perspective of North American otakus.
This is similar to how Koreans judge a European’s face by saying, “Wow! A Westerner!” This is because they have difficulty understanding a culture that is far from their own.
‘But wait a minute.’
If there is Japanese food and Chinese food, wouldn’t there be Korean food somewhere in the country?
I asked out of curiosity.
“Do you have anything like kimchi stew?”
“Kimchi stew? Oh! Here it is.”
Then I ordered and this is what was brought out.
“Colonel Kimchi Stew!”
“… Huh.”
It was miso soup with white kimchi.
‘Oh, crazy.’
This is… this is not kimchi stew!
I was trembling.
Such evil food should not exist in the world. The Japanese’s terrible cultural invasion was unfolding right here and now.
As a proud independence fighter of the Korean Empire, I cannot stand by and watch the evil strategy of the integration of Japan and Korea.
‘Get out of here, you devil!’
I ate it all up and got rid of it.
Mom, add some rice here.
“Justinas? You eat strange food well. Is it good?”
Since it was against the conduct of a saint to call the food I had just prepared evil in front of a store clerk, I smiled and answered.
“…It’s edible.”
“Youth. Eat mine too.”
“Wouldn’t it be lacking?”
“You can just order more.”
Cedric served me a carbonara.
It’s a salty carbonara, probably because it contains pollack roe.
“Look, guys! There’s mint chocolate matcha on the dessert menu.”
“Mint chocolate…? How strange.”
Liliana muttered.
So while our group was enjoying drinks and food.
“A flower has come out.”
“?”
Suddenly, the clerk brought a flower.
Izumi frowned.
“I didn’t order this.”
“This is a gift from the warrior over there to the white-haired young lady.”
The eyes of the three people, excluding me, simultaneously followed the clerk’s fingers, no, the clerk’s fingers.
Then there was a man with a sly smile.
When I turn my head towards him, he winks. He doesn’t seem to know that I’m blind (fake).
I thought it would end like that.
“My lady, how did you like the flowers I sent you?”
“hmm…….”
I absentmindedly touched the flower in my hand.
Cedric, who was next to me, quietly put down his glass.
Just looking at his expression, it looks like he wants to chase me away right away, but objectively speaking, this guy hasn’t done me any harm yet. So it looks like he’s just going to wait and see.
You’ve grown up, Cedric!
“No. I’ll get to the point.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I fell in love with you at first sight. Will you marry me?”
“…yes?”
What a random proposal.
“Ahem. Even though you look like this, you are a descendant of a famous family and a warrior. Even though you are a traitor, you are a beauty that I would like to take as my wife, not as my concubine.”
“stop.”
Cedric abruptly stood up, unable to listen any longer.
“What are you?”
“I don’t know, just get out.”
“… Huh. You’re an uneducated ronin.”
The brown-haired man lowered his voice as he spoke. He must think it makes him look cool when he speaks like that.
In reality, he had a pretty even face. He wasn’t that inferior to the main character, Izumi.
“Are you that young lady’s lover? If so, I will duel you for the young lady’s sake.”
“what?”
“A strong man gets a beautiful woman. Isn’t that the way men are supposed to be?”
“You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?”
Crackle.
A vein appears on Cedric’s forehead.
“… …Hydrangeas have a unique culture!”
Even Izumi, who usually interprets most situations positively, backed away with a look of “this is a bit much.”
Anyway, that’s why an unexpected fight broke out between two men over Justinas.
Justinas’s opinion was an unsolicited contest. It’s ridiculous.
Aside from that, it’s a nice sight to see.
“Cedric, don’t kill me.”
I whispered as I grabbed the hem of Cedric’s cloak before the duel.
“But Youth.”
“You didn’t do anything bad, did you?”
Cedric hesitated for a moment.
However, he couldn’t defeat ‘Trustful Justinas’. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse and just nodded.
Right, be good.
“If you’re ready, let’s begin!”
At the man’s shout, Cedric silently drew his sword. The longsword, soaked in the blood of thousands of men, flashed ominously.
Then, the battle begins.
“You fight better than I thought?”
“Hmm. If you’re part of a warrior party, isn’t that standard?”
At first, the two people who were dumbfounded opened their mouths and watched the duel with interest.
“Wow! This kid, he’s a ronin from Namyeok, but he’s actually quite skilled!”
“I am from the Western Continent.”
“Were you a Westerner?!”
Thanks to the words not to kill, Cedric was able to deal with the man with some leniency.
Because of the commotion, not only those in the spot but also the passersby are looking around inside to see if there is something interesting to see.
“Ugh! I’m so angry!”
“To work harder.”
Cedric declared, sheathing his sword in a reserved manner. He surprisingly had some showmanship.
Normally, I would have thrown a tantrum the moment someone touched me, but it seems like my feelings have cooled down because the man’s actions were so out of context and absurd.
“Wow! I won!”
“Wow, that was an interesting sword fight.”
“Loser, do dogeza!”
Dogeza? Who just said dogeza?
“Ugh… I lost.”
Thus, the duel between a Western-style assassin and a martial arts-style warrior ended with the warrior giving a beating to the Westerner.
It was a truly groundless duel.
And then.
In my field of vision, a figure with a hood pulled over his head was captured in the middle of the crowd.
He (or she) quickly moved out of the center of the crowd and then started running.
“…?”
what?
I have a feeling.
“He was a strange guy.”
“Yeah. That’s strange.”
“Youth?”
As I sit down and mutter something like a counterpoint to what Cedric said, he looks at me with a puzzled look.
“… Um, it’s nothing. Are you tired from fighting? It’s all because of me.”
“It’s because of you? That guy just started a fight out of nowhere.”
“I heard from a wizard from the country that most duels in the country take place in inns or restaurants. It doesn’t seem strange.”
“Hey. Why are you fighting while spilling food in a perfectly good arena?”
“I guess it’s culture.”
“Aha! Culture.”
We finished the rest of our meal peacefully, having such a stupid conversation.
“Here is the invoice.”
“Oh, yes. The pocket where I exchanged my money when I came in is here. … Here. … Huh?”
Izumi, who was managing the money, was sweating profusely.
“customer?”
“That was definitely here.”
“… … This will be difficult.”
The clerk’s expression turned cold.
The food that the four people ate was especially expensive and high-quality, even for a restaurant. If they ate it and threw it away, the loss would be huge, so he couldn’t help but be angry.
So the angry clerk issued an ultimatum.
“I will call the police.”
First day of entering the hydrangea.
The warrior party is imprisoned.