Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You and Greetings
Episode 9: Take Me to the Mall
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
First period was straight into Tachibana-sensei’s Classics class.
As always it was an impossible task for Cheena, she was at loss and didn’t understand anything.
The Tachibana-sensei knows that Cheena can’t keep up with the class, so he made a special printout of frequent words (modern words) for Cheena, and now she’s struggling with that paper.
When she glances at it, she can see that next to the words she often uses in her daily life, the corresponding words in Russian are written.
It was made with great care. It must have taken a lot of work.
However, it seems that he relied on a translator, and in some places there were words with slightly different meanings, so I pointed out to him the parts I found in between classes.
So the class ended, and we took a 10-minute break.
“Hey Yori, tell me about this.”
Just then, Cheena pulled her desk over to my seat and asked me a few questions.
Even though I had gotten her permission, she was still a bit reserved in class.
Japanese classes are said to be less lively than those in other countries.
In short, they are quiet.
In such an atmosphere, it would have been difficult to ask me.
And there’s probably another reason.
“Hey, hey, Chris, …”
“It’s about this weekend. …”
Yes, it’s the avoidance of the guests who visit us every time we have a break.
As expected, no one would interrupt me while I was studying seriously.
“Don’t think you won with this!”
I thought to myself as I ran away. Suck it.
And best of all, if you pretend to be studying, they won’t know … if you’re making small talk in Russian!
“After all, it’s the weekend. How much does Cheena understand?”
As I promised earlier, I asked Cheena to talk about it.
I asked Cheena how much she understood studying it in the weekend.
“Well, I was given something like this.”
Then, Cheena showed me a sheet of notepaper secretly.
What was written on it was a handwritten text in Russian.
Of course, they relied on a translator, and the quality was very poor.
I had a hard time understanding it, but I can summarize it as follows:
“This Sunday, our class members are going to go swimming to welcome Chris-chan! Please prepare swimsuits, sunscreen, etc.! We’ll cover the local expenses!”
I’d like to know the meeting place and time.
But this sentence does not give the other person the option to refuse.
Even if it’s not your mother tongue, your writing shows your incompetence .
“I see. So Cheena understands what’s going on.”
“Yes. Then, I thought I said in Japanese, “It’s hot outside, so it’s hard for me.” And then someone replied with, “It’s hot outside, because it’s summer.””
I see.
It’s hot, so let’s go to the beach.
Cheena came from a cold part of Russia.
Regardless of the ocean, the heat is hard on her.
That’s why they forced her to go to the beach without thinking about it.
B******s.
“So, do you want to go?”
However, I’m not her guardian or anything.
She has the right to make the final decision, and if she wants to go, it’s not my place to go against her decision.
So, I need to make sure if she wants to go.
“I was going to say no earlier, but now I’m a little curious because I’ve never experienced swimming at the beach. But I’m nervous about going with people I don’t know. …”
Oops. She’s a little more into it than I expected. I’m glad I checked.
I’ve heard that in Russia, you can only go swimming in Vladivostok or along the Black Sea coast.
Cheena continued.
“So, I think I’d like to go too … if Yori can come with me.”
That would be….
Well, I can’t let her go alone, and I don’t want to tell her not to go either.
In this season, jellyfish may have started to appear.
To be honest, I’ve been swimming in the ocean for so long that it’s not fun anymore, but I can’t help it.
I guess I’ll follow you. I haven’t been asked to do that in a while.
“Okay. Just make sure you take precautions against the heat.”
When I told her that, Cheena raised the corner of her mouth a little happily.
“ Yes thank you. And I’d like you to help me buy a swimsuit….”
“I know.” … What?
Shortly after, she dropped a bomb on me.
“I need your help with the shopping. I don’t know how to get to the mall or anything.”
“Oh, shopping. Shopping. Copy that.”
“Especially the swimsuit.”
“Nnnnnnnnnnn.”
I don’t need a swimsuit.
“Sigh~ Saturday then. “
“Yeah. Thanks.”
After promising to do so, we went back to our studies, knee-to-knee.
On the second day, I feel like I’ve come to understand the situation.
Although I got a little tangled up during lunch break, school life today was somewhat easier than yesterday.
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School is over and it’s time for my part-time job.
Today, after an hour of interpreting between the office staff and the officers, I will participate in an underwater escape drill.
It’s a drill to escape when an amphibious vehicle sinks or a helicopter crashes and is submerged.
You sit inside a suspended model of the aircraft, submerge it in water, and escape from there.
For special forces, they also train to get out of submarine-level water without using a breathing equipment.
Even the one I’m in right now is a drill where if you panic, you’re usually out.
While I was thinking about it, water came in from under the chair I was sitting on, and I was getting soaked up to my neck.
Oh, no. The training has started.
At first, I took in a lot of air and held my breath.
When the water is up to my head, I start to act.
Remove belts and other items that hold you in place, and then remove small windows and other items.
Doors are difficult or impossible to open underwater due to water pressure and deformation.
In a game of seconds, such an uncertain method is out of the question.
Once we had secured the escape route, one by one we climbed out and surfaced.
“Phew!”
Successfully escaped without incident.
In the beginning, I had to equip myself with an oxygen cylinder and use a simpler model, but I’ve grown up.
Satisfied with my improved skills, I swam through the training pool to the poolside to be replaced by the next group.
Incidentally, I’m still wearing my normal heavy combat gear.
Cross-dressing swimming is no longer an everyday occurrence.
When I got out of the pool, I sat down on the side to watch the next group.
“Speaking of which, Iori, how is Christina? ”
Liam, who was in the same group, sat down next to me and asked.
He’s still the same muscle-bound guy.
“She’s going swimming with her classmates on Sunday. I’m going with them. And I’m gonna go shopping with Cheena on Saturday since she dont know where the mall is..”
“I see, shopping. Well, isn’t this your first date Iori? goodluck!.”
I froze for a moment when he said that.
What? Does this count as a date? What goodluck?
Surely, if you think about it, a man and a woman shopping together on a holiday might be a date …
No, no, no! I’m sure there will be times when the two of us will go out together to shop for necessities.
I can’t believe I’m nervous about every date that will come!
“No, it’s not. It’s just shopping. Shopping!.”
Yes. This is the conclusion. That’s it.
“Haha, … You’re really a stubborn kid Iori welp goodluck.”
I was kind of taken aback by that.
A/N: The degree of change in Christina’s expression.
I’m not sure how much, but it’s about the same as 《Machikada Mazoku’s》Momo’s thighs.
(T/N: Machikada Mazoku or The Demon Girl Next Door, is a Japanese supernatural manga series adapted to anime in July and September 2019, and a second season has been announced.
Momo is one of the characters in the series, being the weakest among her fellow magical girls.)
Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You and Greetings
Episode 9: Take Me to the Mall
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
First period was straight into Tachibana-sensei’s Classics class.
As always it was an impossible task for Cheena, she was at loss and didn’t understand anything.
The Tachibana-sensei knows that Cheena can’t keep up with the class, so he made a special printout of frequent words (modern words) for Cheena, and now she’s struggling with that paper.
When she glances at it, she can see that next to the words she often uses in her daily life, the corresponding words in Russian are written.
It was made with great care. It must have taken a lot of work.
However, it seems that he relied on a translator, and in some places there were words with slightly different meanings, so I pointed out to him the parts I found in between classes.
So the class ended, and we took a 10-minute break.
“Hey Yori, tell me about this.”
Just then, Cheena pulled her desk over to my seat and asked me a few questions.
Even though I had gotten her permission, she was still a bit reserved in class.
Japanese classes are said to be less lively than those in other countries.
In short, they are quiet.
In such an atmosphere, it would have been difficult to ask me.
And there’s probably another reason.
“Hey, hey, Chris, …”
“It’s about this weekend. …”
Yes, it’s the avoidance of the guests who visit us every time we have a break.
As expected, no one would interrupt me while I was studying seriously.
“Don’t think you won with this!”
I thought to myself as I ran away. Suck it.
And best of all, if you pretend to be studying, they won’t know … if you’re making small talk in Russian!
“After all, it’s the weekend. How much does Cheena understand?”
As I promised earlier, I asked Cheena to talk about it.
I asked Cheena how much she understood studying it in the weekend.
“Well, I was given something like this.”
Then, Cheena showed me a sheet of notepaper secretly.
What was written on it was a handwritten text in Russian.
Of course, they relied on a translator, and the quality was very poor.
I had a hard time understanding it, but I can summarize it as follows:
“This Sunday, our class members are going to go swimming to welcome Chris-chan! Please prepare swimsuits, sunscreen, etc.! We’ll cover the local expenses!”
I’d like to know the meeting place and time.
But this sentence does not give the other person the option to refuse.
Even if it’s not your mother tongue, your writing shows your incompetence .
“I see. So Cheena understands what’s going on.”
“Yes. Then, I thought I said in Japanese, “It’s hot outside, so it’s hard for me.” And then someone replied with, “It’s hot outside, because it’s summer.””
I see.
It’s hot, so let’s go to the beach.
Cheena came from a cold part of Russia.
Regardless of the ocean, the heat is hard on her.
That’s why they forced her to go to the beach without thinking about it.
B******s.
“So, do you want to go?”
However, I’m not her guardian or anything.
She has the right to make the final decision, and if she wants to go, it’s not my place to go against her decision.
So, I need to make sure if she wants to go.
“I was going to say no earlier, but now I’m a little curious because I’ve never experienced swimming at the beach. But I’m nervous about going with people I don’t know. …”
Oops. She’s a little more into it than I expected. I’m glad I checked.
I’ve heard that in Russia, you can only go swimming in Vladivostok or along the Black Sea coast.
Cheena continued.
“So, I think I’d like to go too … if Yori can come with me.”
That would be….
Well, I can’t let her go alone, and I don’t want to tell her not to go either.
In this season, jellyfish may have started to appear.
To be honest, I’ve been swimming in the ocean for so long that it’s not fun anymore, but I can’t help it.
I guess I’ll follow you. I haven’t been asked to do that in a while.
“Okay. Just make sure you take precautions against the heat.”
When I told her that, Cheena raised the corner of her mouth a little happily.
“ Yes thank you. And I’d like you to help me buy a swimsuit….”
“I know.” … What?
Shortly after, she dropped a bomb on me.
“I need your help with the shopping. I don’t know how to get to the mall or anything.”
“Oh, shopping. Shopping. Copy that.”
“Especially the swimsuit.”
“Nnnnnnnnnnn.”
I don’t need a swimsuit.
“Sigh~ Saturday then. “
“Yeah. Thanks.”
After promising to do so, we went back to our studies, knee-to-knee.
On the second day, I feel like I’ve come to understand the situation.
Although I got a little tangled up during lunch break, school life today was somewhat easier than yesterday.
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
School is over and it’s time for my part-time job.
Today, after an hour of interpreting between the office staff and the officers, I will participate in an underwater escape drill.
It’s a drill to escape when an amphibious vehicle sinks or a helicopter crashes and is submerged.
You sit inside a suspended model of the aircraft, submerge it in water, and escape from there.
For special forces, they also train to get out of submarine-level water without using a breathing equipment.
Even the one I’m in right now is a drill where if you panic, you’re usually out.
While I was thinking about it, water came in from under the chair I was sitting on, and I was getting soaked up to my neck.
Oh, no. The training has started.
At first, I took in a lot of air and held my breath.
When the water is up to my head, I start to act.
Remove belts and other items that hold you in place, and then remove small windows and other items.
Doors are difficult or impossible to open underwater due to water pressure and deformation.
In a game of seconds, such an uncertain method is out of the question.
Once we had secured the escape route, one by one we climbed out and surfaced.
“Phew!”
Successfully escaped without incident.
In the beginning, I had to equip myself with an oxygen cylinder and use a simpler model, but I’ve grown up.
Satisfied with my improved skills, I swam through the training pool to the poolside to be replaced by the next group.
Incidentally, I’m still wearing my normal heavy combat gear.
Cross-dressing swimming is no longer an everyday occurrence.
When I got out of the pool, I sat down on the side to watch the next group.
“Speaking of which, Iori, how is Christina? ”
Liam, who was in the same group, sat down next to me and asked.
He’s still the same muscle-bound guy.
“She’s going swimming with her classmates on Sunday. I’m going with them. And I’m gonna go shopping with Cheena on Saturday since she dont know where the mall is..”
“I see, shopping. Well, isn’t this your first date Iori? goodluck!.”
I froze for a moment when he said that.
What? Does this count as a date? What goodluck?
Surely, if you think about it, a man and a woman shopping together on a holiday might be a date …
No, no, no! I’m sure there will be times when the two of us will go out together to shop for necessities.
I can’t believe I’m nervous about every date that will come!
“No, it’s not. It’s just shopping. Shopping!.”
Yes. This is the conclusion. That’s it.
“Haha, … You’re really a stubborn kid Iori welp goodluck.”
I was kind of taken aback by that.
A/N: The degree of change in Christina’s expression.
I’m not sure how much, but it’s about the same as 《Machikada Mazoku’s》Momo’s thighs.
(T/N: Machikada Mazoku or The Demon Girl Next Door, is a Japanese supernatural manga series adapted to anime in July and September 2019, and a second season has been announced.
Momo is one of the characters in the series, being the weakest among her fellow magical girls.)
