Life in Another World Isn’t Easy – Chapter 93

A man’s romance. I might not be able to live without it.
After that, with each completion of the “eroticized outfit”, I accomplished things, and the more I accomplished, the smaller the area of the one-piece dress became, and I became satisfied.
Of course, it wasn’t just about reducing the area. I’ll praise myself for creating a masterpiece that showcased my artistic sensibility. If possible, I’d like to take about ten thousand photos and save them on my computer.
Afterwards, as I fell asleep with someone hugging me from behind, I finally remembered tomorrow’s bull-chasing festival. I couldn’t sleep because I thought my neck bone might be broken, but thankfully, the model fell asleep from exhaustion, so disaster was averted.
We headed to Zivil Village under Alana’s guidance. My spirit today is different. Although I’m suffering from severe sleep deprivation recently and from yesterday, my mood is bright. Of course, yesterday’s reward from Priscilla exceptionally boosted my morale.
I thought Priscilla would fight honorably, and I felt ashamed for doubting her until morning. I should have just enjoyed it normally, more than usual.
As we arrived at Zivil Village, something strange occurred to me, so I asked Alana about it.
“Alana, what about the course for the bull chase? There are no fences that look like it.”
“We don’t do bull chasing right now. It’s dangerous because the village has been destroyed.”
“What!?”
According to Alana, the bull-chasing festival is part of a coming-of-age ceremony. In the past, those reaching adulthood would flee from the bulls to show their courage. In the end, they would defeat the bulls alongside adults in the bullring, but now, it’s considered too dangerous, so the bull chase was abolished, leaving only the bullring.
I thought it was a festival to decide the fastest person, like “Fukuotoko” (Lucky Man). I should have checked the bulletin board. If I had, last night would have been very productive.
Since there’s no other choice, I’ll at least show off in the bullring. They say weapons are prohibited, but the weapons themselves are hung on the fences of the bullring. A mere bull is no match for a knife. I’ll finish it quickly and get my congratulatory kiss.
Clearing my head, we proceeded from the reception area to the bullring’s waiting room. There were about a hundred Adventurers in the waiting room. This is too many. Adventurers are likely participating in large numbers because of the bull’s magic stone as a prize, but with so many, my share will disappear.
I decided to leave the waiting room and go see the bulls. I wanted to find one that was as small and easy to defeat as possible. This isn’t cheating; it’s strategic information gathering. …I’m also one of the committee members for the bull-chasing festival, so I’ll ask Alana.
Alana led me to where the bulls were, but I couldn’t find them. There were just two demi-humans playing in the water.
“This is it.”
“This is it?”
“It’s a bull.”
“That’s not it? That horned thing eating grass over there.”
“U-shi, it is.”
“This one?”
“It’s a bull.”
This is not a bull. There are no bulls like this! Anyone would say “rhinoceros” here. Its body length isn’t as long as a Black Flame Dragon’s, but its height exceeds three meters. It looks like a delivery truck with horns.
“The person pouring water on that rhinoceros…”
“It’s a bull. This one falls asleep when you pour water on it. We keep it sleeping until the actual event, then set it on fire to wake it up. It’s amazing.”
Indeed, anyone would go wild if they were set on fire upon waking up. I don’t even want to think about it.
Having seen what I needed to see, I parted ways with Alana and returned to the waiting room. On my way back, I considered giving up on the “Fukuotoko” idea. Also, can these hundred people defeat that rhinoceros?
There seem to be weapons… that’s why everyone came wearing armor!? I wondered why they were wearing heavy armor, but it makes sense if the opponent is a rhinoceros, not a bull. Still, can armor really withstand a charging delivery truck?
“Priscilla, I’ve discovered an astonishing fact!”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“The opponent is a rhinoceros!”
“What’s a rhinoceros? The opponent is a bull.”
Right, I wonder if rhinoceroses exist in this world. Priscilla was dumbfounded when I told her everything I had seen.
“It’s a bull-chasing festival, so of course it’s a bull.”
That’s true. I’m used to “ushi” being the ones for milk and dairy products, and what I see as a rhinoceros is a “ushi” to them. Damn God, he rewrote the animal encyclopedia.
We were soon led to what was called a bullring, but it felt more like a death chamber. There were many weapons hanging on the fences, from small knives to Spears and Buster Swords. Among them was a scythe, which I decided not to pick up.