Miyazawa Otherside Picnic: Volume 5

1. Auflage 2021
ISBN: 978-1-7183-6006-8
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 250 Seiten

Reihe: Otherside Picnic

Having succeeded in their goal of spending a night on the Otherside, Sorawo and Toriko can now take their expeditions deeper. The two spend their days surrounded by the supernatural, going back and forth between their normal and abnormal daily lives.

A chaotic love hotel girls' party in Shinjuku vanishes from Sorawo's memory. Toriko's university life and inner thoughts become clear. A mysterious lady lives in a mansion in the other world.

As they search for clues as to the whereabouts of the missing man, Abarato, Hasshaku-sama appears before the pair once again.

Otherside Picnic is back for its 5th volume!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Miyazawa, Iori

Weitere Mitwirkende

Shirakaba

Mccann, Sean

Leseproben

File 16: Pontianak Hotel

Love Hotel Girls’ Party [luhv hoh-tel gurls pahr-tee]

Of all the types of parties attended only by girls, this is the variety held in a love hotel.

Example Used in Speech:

“Fine. Then when we get back, let’s go to one! Not in a stupid ruin like this! To a real love hotel girls’ party!”

“Let’s go, then. To a love hotel girls’ party. You eat honey toast and stuff, right? Not that I’d know.”

1

“Have you ever gotten so drunk you don’t remember what happened?” I asked, and Migiwa, sitting across from me in the reception room, raised an eyebrow as if I was asking an unexpected question.

“I have not had that much to drink in years now, but... Yes. I did things like that a long time ago.”

“A long time ago...”

“When I was around your age, Kamikoshi-san. Perhaps a little younger.”

“...Wouldn’t that have made you underage at the time?”

“People were more tolerant of that kind of thing in those days. And this was not in Japan.”

After that response, Migiwa took a sip from his cup of coffee, which had come from the espresso machine in the corner of the room. I hesitantly took a sip from my own and found it unbelievably bitter. I gave it a shot because it was something I’d heard you drink with a heaping helping of sugar, but I ended up throwing in the towel.

It was mid-January. I had come alone to the DS Research building in Tameike-Sannou. My seat-of-the-pants idea to monopolize the Farm for ourselves by having them hire me on as a manager for the site had been accepted with surprising ease, and I was here now to sign a formal contract.

Migiwa’s office was so neat and tidy it looked like something out of a model home. There was a minibar in the corner with an espresso machine, a tiny refrigerator, and glasses.

General Incorporated Foundation: Dark Science Research Encouragement Association—Director of DS Research, Youichirou Migiwa. This mysterious man, looking smart in his three-piece suit, lived well after wrangling funding from the wealthy in the name of preserving his organization. Not only did he have personal connections to a private military contractor, he was able to use firearms himself, and was used to resorting to violence. There was no way this guy was on the up-and-up. It was mystifying to think that this strange individual was included among the few people—a number small enough to count on little more than one hand—that I knew.

The contract was quick and to the point, fitting on a mere three sheets of paper. It first laid out the salary of a manager, which was to be raised in the event that it was not enough to justify the danger. The amount was not especially high (at least to my mind), but this job had been created whole-cloth based on a random idea I had, so I was not about to complain. For me, securing the Farm as a base for exploring the other world was the important thing. I would take what money I could get, though. Obviously.

As I read through the contract, I came to the item regarding payment of necessary expenses, and noticed there was no upper limit indicated. I didn’t want to count my chickens before they hatched, so I decided to inquire further.

“It only says ‘will be decided by the mutual agreement of both parties’ here, but is there a more specific number?” I asked.

“You could rephrase that to ‘within the realm of common sense.’”

“I’m not sure I like how vague that is...” I said. Glancing up, I saw Migiwa was looking at me with amusement.

“What?” I asked.

“I’d like to turn the question around. How much do you want to use, Kamikoshi-san?”

I didn’t know what to say. The truth was, I had meant to expense a whole bunch of equipment. I was hesitant to come right out and say as much though.

“I don’t really...have a number in mind at the moment.”

“We can decide on a framework for expenses. However many yen at a time, or however many yen per year. But in the event we did, you would never be able to use more than that.”

I was unclear on what this meant. “So we can just spend as much as we want?”

“No. The amount will be determined ”

“Erm...”

“Surely you have something you wish to do at that facility,” Migiwa said, narrowing his eyes. “Or perhaps I should say ‘in UBL.’ And you do not want us involved in your activities. Am I wrong?”

“Uh, well...”

“...”

“...You could tell?”

“Somewhat, yes. You were so quick to chase us out that I think anyone would have.”

He was talking about the time Migiwa and his people went back to the Farm with us. At the time, I had been in a rush to secure the gates inside the buildings, and made everyone but Toriko and me leave. I was relieved when Migiwa agreed to it so easily, but I never suspected he was on to me.

As I awkwardly averted my eyes, Migiwa said, “To be clear, I am not blaming you. You are not my subordinate, and you are not a member of DS Research. I am in no position to complain.”

“Well, uh, yeah.”

“I have no desire to leave the Farm unattended, and I do believe you are an appropriate caretaker for the facility. That is why I was actually grateful for your proposal. However... If I may be so bold, Kamikoshi-san, I’m not someone who can be taken advantage of.”

Migiwa was always so polite, I was surprised at the way he came straight out and said that.

“I-Is that right?”

“Yes. While we do mean to put some limits on you with this contract, we have no intention of mandating you do anything in particular as part of your duties or to make you work for our benefit. You are the sort of person who detests being controlled, Kamikoshi-san. If you ever appear to be acting obedient, we have to assume you are doing terrifying things when we are unable to see you.”

“Uh, no... I don’t think so...” I mumbled, perplexed.

What kind of evaluation was that? What kind of person did he think I was?

Migiwa smiled inscrutably and continued. “If DS Research is to invest our money in a person who is friendly but uncontrollable, there must be a way for us to monitor their actions... We considered a number of methods, and ultimately concluded that it would be effective to institute a framework for expenses.”

“Erm... Is there some reason you didn’t include a maximum amount?”

“Well, if I were given a budget framework, I would constantly use the maximum amount of necessary expenses.”

“...”

“However, if that framework does not exist, when you wish to make use of a large amount of money, you will need to be more cautious. And you will come to consult with me on each occasion. Because...”

“...Because the amount is decided on the basis of agreement between both parties,” I said.

“Precisely.”

I squinted at the man sitting on the sofa across from me. Migiwa’s smile deepened in response.

“Inconvenient, is it not?”

“...Yeah.” I finally got it. This would limit my ability to use up DS Research’s money under the guise of business expenses, while also giving them oversight if I chose to seriously remodel the facility.

The man was shrewd. I had to give him that.

I must have looked awfully upset, because Migiwa added, “I am being quite forthright with you here.”

“I see.”

“I have no intention of getting in your way, Kamikoshi-san, rest assured of that. And yet, at the same time, I understand.”

“Understand what?”

“I have done the same sorts of things in my own life.”

I was so caught by surprise that I didn’t know what to say.

So, basically, he thought we were the same type of person? That I was the same as a mystery man covered in Mayan tattoos, with a face like an intellectual yakuza, who excelled in the use of money and violence? That makes me sound like...an outlaw, or something.

As I blinked, Migiwa looked back down at the contract. “I shall move on to the next item, if that is all right.”

“Oh! Uh, sure.”

Changing gears and moving on from the shock I felt, I reviewed the remaining items in the contract. It was a short document, but it took maybe an hour and a half. It must have used parts of my brain I wasn’t used to using, because I felt tired when it was done.

Migiwa handed me a copy of the slightly amended contract, then, as if suddenly recalling something, he said, “Come to think of it, I was surprised. I had expected both of you to come today. Was Nishina-san unable to make it?”

“Oh, uh... About that...” I began before hesitating to say more.

“Did something happen?”

“I don’t remember if something happened.”

“You...don’t remember? Well, that is certainly unsettling.” Migiwa’s brow furrowed, so I hurriedly shook my head.

“No, not like that. It’s nothing serious... Probably.”

“But...”

“It’s really fine...” I may not have looked “fine” at all when I said that....