Kyou kara Ma no Tsuku Jiyuugyou! Vol 6 Chapter 6

Hi!  Long time no see!  I finally got around to doing chapter 6 of Itsuka Ma no Tsuku Yuugure Ni! (Someday in the Ma!Twilight!  aka ItsukaMa), Novel 6!  To be honest, I didn't really like this chapter because Yuuri was irritating me so I was dragging my feet with it... BUT! The main reason this took so long was because this came in the mail recently:[Picture Spoiler].  Please excuse the Instagram quality.

I've had to work really hard to keep my hands off of these.  Basically, this is Novel 7-10 and the one on the top left is the omnibus release of Gaiden 1 and 2 (KakkaMa and MusukoMa) + an extra story.  No pictures though :(   With the exception of when I skimmed through novel 7 a bunch of times while standing in the bookstore, I haven't read any of these so it's super exciting!  I'm going to attempt to translate and read at the same time, but chances are I'll skip ahead (a lot).  I'm conflicted on whether I should start with the gaiden or the main story....

ANYWAY!  That's all for much later because I still have 5 more chapters in this novel.

Before we start, I'd just like to mention that because there’s SO MANY PEOPLE TALKING while they’re in the room with the prisoners it might be confusing.  So, I’m going to mention right off the bat that 90% of the dialogue is Yuuri and the prisoners so when in doubt, it’s one or the other.  I couldn’t really put speech tags on a lot of the stuff because it’s literally just some random dude in the crowd yelling out.  Beware!

Oh, and in case you didn't read the post I made about some of the missing stuff from the German translation, the sheep that followed the three of them was named T-Zou in chapter 4.

      I like redecorating and renovations so I suddenly want to pray for a carpenter to come along and do something about this.

      “Even if I can hold it now, I won’t be able to for long… hey, what are you making a woman say!?”

      We three travelling buddies are talking together in a huddle.          

      “Ah, that’s a good idea!  It’ll feel good.”

      I understand why she’s refusing.

      “If I can’t use the powder room, I’d rather die!  Make a path for me somehow.  You know, using that ‘Tokyo Comic Show’ technique or whatever.”

      “That’s impossible, totally impossible.  I might have been able to do something if they were petty criminals but these are murderers, you know?  And together they’ve killed over a thousand people.  If this was America, they’d be going to jail for 300 years.  What am I supposed to do against-”

      The prisoners in pink laughed vulgarly.  Calling someone a little lamb is rude.  Flynn would get mad at being called that even if she hadn’t been ruling a small country for the past three years (in place of someone else, though).

      T-Zou walked forward.  Ah, I get it.  That’s the little lamb.

      “If we’re in the way, just jump over us, hahaha.”

      On my left side, the sheep started breathing roughly through her nose.  Her back is shaking slightly.

      I didn’t have time to pull on her leash and stop her.  As soon as I noticed she had fluffed up her fur in a threatening way, she had already dashed into the room.  The size of a moped or a large bike, the sheep is wielding her hooves as a deadly weapon and is kicking around the men.

      “Wh-why is T-Zou..?”

      Murata, you… I don’t even feel like commenting on your antics anymore.  The helmsman who came to see what was going on is laughing at the scary faced, brawny prisoners jumping around.

      It’s a proverb from a foreign culture.

      Since there’s no point in spending more time in the room full of men, we return to the rapidly cooling deck.  Even though we’re feeling a bit more confident concerning them, there’s no way that we’d be able to sleep in that room all packed together.  Even if we managed to grab a corner, there’s only enough space to sit holding your knees.  If so, we should just deal with the cold weather, lie down in some sleeping bags and sing ‘Winter Constellations’ or something. (2)

      Called out to in a period drama style, the three of us stop in surprise.  Slowly and carefully turning around, we see that a clear path has been made all the way to the back where a mafia-boss looking guy is camped out.  He’s sitting so I can’t know for sure, but he’s such a large man that it looks like he can easily jump two-meters.  The prison food may have been really good because his chest and shoulder width are both extreme.  If I gave him a nickname, it would be straight and simple: Human Mountain Range.

      “The Commander has a message.  Come closer.”

      Commander Mountain Range is sitting cross-legged with burly legs and is holding a round object in his lap.  He’s continuously stroking the well-polished, shiny, amber ball with his palm.  Hm?  There’s a hollow in the middle.  It’s placed just around where a primate’s eye socket would…..

      “This is Ms. Terrine,” answered a wise looking old man with a goatee. “The Commander brought along the remains of one of the people he killed with him.  However, to be honest… they were already bleached so it’s very likely he killed them a long time ago.”

      Commander Mountain Range was glaring at us with ocher eyes that could have frozen blood, but he immediately dropped his gaze to Ms. Skull.  Then, he called out in a threatening voice…

      … to the skull.

      And ‘wight?’  Saying stuff like that with such a powerful voice is just as creepy as Akiko Wada singing an Aya Matsuura song.   But, that’s my own individual preference so I won’t go criticizing that. (3)

      “Me?  I don’t have any acquaintances who speak with skulls.”

      “The Commander and Terry-berry are important to us!”

      “Don’t say he’s creepy!”

      Perhaps because we had a (wolf wearing the clothes of a) sheep, Flynn used a very lady-like phrase.  Her chin is thrust forward and her face is set.

      “Ah, good evenin’!  I’m Robinson.  This here’s Captain Crusoe.”

      “Hey, he was talking to me.  Me!”

      “My name is Flynn.  Flynn… I won’t say my last name.”

      “I knew it!  It’s the Mistress, Mishy Terrine!  She’s got that platinum blonde hair and that strong willed personality and her name is ‘Flynn.’  She’s Mistress Flynn from the Plainsmen!”

      “The Mistress!  The Mistress!”

      Now it was our turn to be the odd men out.  Commander Mountain Range’s group is chanting ‘Mistress’ over and over again.

      “Can you make it clear as to whether you like me or hate me?”

      “Are all the prisoners graduates from the Plainsmen training?”

      “So that means all of them are former soldiers, right?  Why did they become murderers?  Even preschoolers know that killing someone is the worst crime!”

      “Then why are you in a prisoner transport and chained up?”

      T-Zou began to growl lowly.  The group she’d identified as enemies was getting energetic.  In order to make herself seem as large as possible, her fur was standing on end.  With her fighting spirit so out in the open, the day she sheds her clothing as a sheep probably isn’t very far off.

      They don’t really have any fighting spirit left, but since they’re all in a group, they can just barely make themselves seem energetic… I can’t help but think that.

      Goatee stretches and the joints in his shoulders, back and neck pop.

      “Missy Terrine wants to live in the cape too, wight?  Of course, Commander does too~.”

      These people wearing pink clothes have all been in the middle of a real battlefield.  And it’s not some battlefield from my grandfather’s time, it was just a few years ago.  They fought because they were ordered to and they didn’t want to die and lives were lost one after another right before their eyes.  How many of them were friends?  How many of them were enemy soldiers?  And exactly how old were the people whose lives they had to take, no, they had to kill?  The lives of their fellow humans.

      “… Shibuya.”

      “You look like you’re about to puke.  Let’s go outside and get some air.”

      Thinking about Flynn Gilbit, the discomfort in my stomach is eased a bit.  I wonder why?  She’s dragged us into horrible situations and is going to use us as bait to make a deal with Big Shimaron.

      That might have been on her mind as well because she gave a short and generic farewell and started towards the exit.

      “That’s right!  Please stay in the room, Mistress.”

      “Uh…”

      “You guys…” I grab her arm and drag her to the exit.  I’m facing the open door so even I don’t know who I’m addressing.  “You guys being ex-classmates with the Mistress is kinda cool and seems like something that would pop up in a book.  But even so, now she’s someone’s wife and you’re prisoners.  It’s not going to be like Beauty and the Beast in here!  I can’t just say ‘Okay, goodbye’ and leave a young woman in this room filled with a bunch of guys.”

      “The Mistress is our lover in our hearts.  We don’t want some brat butting in!”

      The sheep with the manly spirit bared her front teeth in place of fangs.  Even a wimp can have courage and even an unpopular guy can man up.  Blood rushed through my veins and my face suddenly heated up.

      Silence fell for a few moments.

      “And just what are you to the Mistress!?”

      Norman Gilbit’s shiny mask is in the back pocket of my workpants.  I should raise that up in place of a medicine case and declare that I’m her acting husband. It’s an excuse that everyone would understand.  Maybe even Flynn Gilbit herself. (5)

      The one who’s grasping this thin wrist isn’t the man in the silver mask.

      “Oh my,”  Murata murmured, twisting up his lips.  “This is really turning into a fantasy story.”

      “What do you mean ‘at this age?’ How rude.”

      “Well, with things like this, we can settle this fairly.  Those who love her will pull on her arms and she’ll be the mother of whoever wins!  Or something like that.”

      “I’ll rest outside with these two,” Flynn declares as she shakes off the prisoner’s hands and moves with us to the exit.  I can hear dejected voices going ‘aww’ behind us.  Sorry, but we don’t have a choice.

      “You know, Captain, I can’t afford to lose you.  In order for the deal with Big Shimaron to go through, I can’t have you escaping.  If I let the two of you sleep unattended and the next day there was no trace of you… Ahh, it’d be so horrible I wouldn’t even be able to kill myself!”

      I consult my digital analog G-shock, my real travelling companion, and see that it’s currently 7 o’clock.   The 'free plan' boat trip doesn’t have a set time for dinner, so I silently bite into the handy snack I bought beforehand at a shop.

      Flynn quickly falls asleep wrapped up in her sleeping bag that’s packed with at least five sheep’s worth of wool so Murata and I, having nothing better to do, absentmindedly take in the night scenery.

      “Murata.”

      Only his head is sticking out of the dirty yellow sleeping bag.

      “Who knows?  Maybe they thought it was better for us to have a slumber party, ehe~.”

      Even calling that name, all he did was start humming ‘El Bimbo’ for me while half asleep.  (6)

      “I got it from someone.”

      “No.  I got it at Flynn’s house.  The first night.  It was dark and there were rats.  I got it along with a candle.  From a tall and cool guy.  He said he knew you.”

      Conrad!

      A spark ran through my brain and something indescribable ran up my spine.  The weight on my chest lifts and suddenly it’s easier to breathe.  I feel like I can suck in all the fresh air in the world.

      He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s really alive!  Thank god, he’s really alive.  There’s no way he’d leave me behind and die.

      “Hm, I didn’t really get a good look.  The candlelight was dim and I’m afraid of rats and I was nervous and shaky since it was my first night… maybe Bergkamp?” (7)

      “Tell me a baseball player, please.”

      Murata, are you Kunihiro Matsumura? (8)

      Gazing at the stars above me, I listen to Ken Murata drowsily prattle on with his soccer lingo as he drifts off to sleep.

(2)    He’s talking about this song.  The original song is Molly Darling.

(4)    Why yes, Yuuri did just use Luis Biron’s ‘-pon’ from novel 4.

(6)    This is the song from the first footnote~  El Bimbo, or ‘Oriibu no Kubikazari’ in Japanese, is the song Murata was singing in chapter 3 when he was being Tokyo Magic Robinson.

(8)    Combined footnote!  Masayuki Kakefu is a former baseball player for the Hanshin Tigers and is now a commentator.  His commentating style has a lot of drawn out syllables.  Kunihiro Matsumura is a comedian famous for his impressions and his impression of Kakefu is one of his better known ones.  So, since Murata was drawing out his speech, it sounded like he was doing an impression of Kakefu.

Chapter end