Volume 2 Chapter 28 To Okinawa
"It's so hot! The sun in Okinawa is really strong, isn't it?"
Welcome to Okinawa, where the sun personally tries to roast you like a yakitori skewer.
I had just landed at Naha Airport, grabbed my luggage, and stepped outside.
"By the way, where's the local guide...? Also, they said 'Valkyrie' has already arrived and would come to pick me up..."
As I made my way to the parking area—
"Omega-san!"
"Ah! Ayumi-san!"
A long, sleek luxury car pulled up next to me. The kind of car that screams, I make questionable financial decisions, but I look good doing it. Out stepped Ayumi-san, the leader of 'Valkyrie.'
"Wait!? That's unfair! Ayumi got out first...! Welcome, Omega-kunー!!"
"You're jumping the gun, Ayumiー! Oh, hey, Omega-samaー!!"
"O, Omega-sama...? O-oh my, we've been waiting for you!!"
One by one, the entire crew of 'Valkyrie' spilled out of the car like it was a clown car at a circus, each trying to outdo the other in dramatic greetings.
"It's been a while, everyone from 'Valkyrie'!"
Now, before you ask—yes, I was fully in 'Omega mode.' Black hoodie, death mask, the whole aesthetic. Even though I wasn't rocking a full cloak, my face was still completely hidden. Because, you know, secrets and all that.
'Valkyrie' had no clue that I, Yuki Takeru, was actually Omega.
Sakurako-chan had casually suggested, "Does it really matter?" but I'd rather keep my identity under wraps for now.
Huh? Where did I change into this outfit?
Obviously, inside the Naha Airport arrival lobby.
Because if I had shown up dressed like this at airport security? Yeah, no. TSA would've tackled me like I was carrying an eldritch horror in my backpack.
Though, honestly? I kinda wanted to see if I could get through security like this. Just for the experience.
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"By the way, who is the local guide?"
I asked the 'Valkyrie' members as I prepared to meet the person who'd be stuck babysitting me for the next week.
And then—
"Uh, yeah... about that..."
"Yeah... we have to start the conversation from there, right?"
"? ? "
The hype squad who had been shouting my name five seconds ago suddenly deflated like a punctured beach ball.
W-what? What's with the weird vibe?
"Um, well... apparently, we were supposed to ask the staff from the 'Seeker Guild Okinawa Branch' for a local guide, but due to various reasons, someone else is the local guide now."
"Huh? Someone else...?"
I mean... okay? That's not really a problem, right? So why does everyone look like they've just received a cursed VHS tape?
"Sigh... of all people, it had to be that one..."
"Huh?"
Ayumi-san—who is usually all sunshine and positivity—sounded like someone just told her pineapple belongs on pizza.
"Huh? No way... is this person really that bad?"
Are we talking criminally bad? Or just annoying bad?
"Uh, yeah. In a way they are a bad person."
"In a way...?"
Okay, now I was curious and concerned.
"Ah... they're probably going to be really aggressive today, that person."
"Ugh... it's only the second day in Okinawa and I'm already pretty stressed out."
"I-I know they're a good person, but! But that vibe and energy is just... ugh."
Judging by their reactions, this wasn't just any kind of guide.
This was the kind of guide you need to mentally prepare for.
W-what kind of person is this local guide!?
And then—
"Well, I'll be! That really you, big bro—Omega!?"
"Huh!?"
My Otherworldly Skill: Automatic Translation activated.
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"Well, I'll be! That really you, big bro—Omega!?"
(Translation: Wait, seriously?! Big bro Omega, is that you!?!?)
"Huh!?"
My brain processed the dialect, and what appeared in my mind was...
Quirky old man detected.
Fantastic.
I turned to face the source of the voice. And there, standing before me, was exactly what my mental image predicted—a strongly quirky old man.
I do not speak Okinawan dialect.
I do not understand Okinawan dialect.
But thanks to my translation skill, I had somehow survived this encounter.
"Y-yes...! Nice to meet you!"
I gave a polite bow, attempting to look respectable and not like someone who was about to run for the hills.
"Well, shoot! Y'mean to tell me you understand our way o' talkin'? You one of us, huh?"
(Oh my! You understand Okinawan dialect? Are you from Okinawa~?)
"Ah, no. It's not like that. Um... oh! That's it! The drama 'Chura-san-san' that was recently re-broadcast! I got hooked on that drama and studied Okinawan dialect!"
Bluff Mode: Activated.
"Hot dang! That's somethin'! You's a sharp one, ain'tcha? A straight-up genius!"
(Wow! Really! You're incredible! You're a genius!)
Oh. Oh no.
He bought it.
And just like that, my week in Okinawa got a whole lot weirder.
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