The next morning, Tomaru got up early as usual, and taking his farming tools, he prepared to head to work. The light outside was dazzling, a light breeze blowing the crops in the fields. It was the autumn harvest time.
Just after walking out the door, Tomaru saw a shifty-eyed man trotting past his door in a hurry. A book suddenly fell in front of his feet. Tomaru wanted to call out to ask the man to stop, but when he raised his head, the person had already run around the corner and disappeared.
Tomaru bent over and picked up the book, “Make-Out Paradise? What’s this?”
He looked around and after confirming no one was there, he decided to satisfy his curiosity and casually glanced at it. It took one quick look for him to be completely taken by it. Especially, the description of the male protagonist… Tomaru felt it was exactly describing him.
Reading some more, his breathing became ragged, and he began to pant fiercely. He felt overwhelmed by emotions, and blood began to rush somewhere. By the time he came back to his senses, almost an hour had passed. Seeing that the person who had dropped the book hadn’t come back yet, Tomaru quietly put it in his pocket and looked around with a guilty conscience. He ran towards the field.
At the street’s corner, Uchiha Tonan stuck out his head. Looking at Tomaru’s back, his eyes narrowed a little, and a smile formed on his face. He turned around and walked towards the Fire Temple.
……
Tomaru had come to the field but he felt somewhat restless. Usually, he would have completed his task quickly, but now, not even a third was done. The hand holding the hoe was moving slowly and leisurely. As a fifteen-year-old boy, it would be a lie to say he didn’t think of those things. Especially after seeing something this stimulating, he couldn’t control his imagination.
Young, growing teenagers were easily disturbed by such thoughts, making them restless. Soon after, he put down the tools and came to sit on the ridge. He looked around to confirm he was alone and quietly took out ‘Make-Out Paradise’ from his pocket, reading it with gusto.
Tomaru returned home at night but he kept tossing and turning in the bed, unable to sleep. As soon as he would close his eyes, Nohara Naoko’s image would appear in his mind and replace the story’s female protagonist.
Tomaru’s parents had died early. In fact, one may not even call it early. Death in the thirties was normal in the Ninja World. After all, they were just civilians. Tomaru was alone and made his living by farming for the Fire Temple. His family was quite poor and he had no peers to play with.
Only Naoko, who was three years younger than him, had a relatively better relationship with him. This was perhaps because both of them were orphans. However, Naoko was a little better off because she had a grandmother to rely on.
Late at night, there was no trace of drowsiness in Tomaru’s eyes. He was still reading the book in his hand, imagining many scenarios in his mind. He imagined becoming the novel’s male of the…
Tomoru let out a long breath. The more he read, the more he thought, and the more uncomfortable he felt. Looking at the sky outside the window, he thought that he would have to work tomorrow. So, he forcibly resisted the urge to continue reading and put the book under his pillow, trying his hardest to sleep.
Coo coo~ Coo coo~
Birds cooing outside his window sounded like moaning in his ears. He opened his eyes, distracted. He had shut his eyes for a long time but was still unable to sleep as if tiny ants were biting in his heart.
He covered his ears with his hands, took a deep breath, and continued to doze. Gradually, the sound of sleeping soundly came from the room. Outside, the moon was shining brightly, casting a layer of silver hue on earth. The town was empty, and every household had fallen asleep, their doors and windows closed.
The workers who had been toiling hard the entire day were already asleep this late in the night. Tomaru, who was sleeping too, heard the breathtaking sound of a flute.
In a daze, he opened his eyes and found himself in the field. The moon was high above the sky, and everything around was very clear. Under the moonlight, the golden crops seemed to be coated with a layer of silver, drawing a peaceful picture.
Tomaru suddenly noticed a snow-white naked body appearing amid the thick harvests in front of him. His mouth felt dry and a voice in his heart told him that that beautiful person was none other than Naoko.
He instinctively parted the crops in front of him and kept walking forward, closer… closer…
“Why am I still so far…” Tomaru felt very strained and quickened his steps. But no matter how long or fast he ran, the surroundings remained the same, and the beautiful figure maintained a distance from him.
The most annoying part was that the damned things coincidentally covered the key areas of the young women’s body, driving Tomaru nuts.
“So uncomfortable…”
Early the next morning, sunlight sprinkled into the room through the curtain gaps. Tomaru stretched out his hands as if trying to grab something. Gradually, he opened his sleepy eyes. His brain stopped for two seconds and he sat up straight with an exhausted look.
After checking the time, he got up to shower with dark circles under his eyes. He picked up his tools and went out.
Bang~
A very short while later though, he staggered back to the bed and took out the ‘Make-Out Paradise’ from under the pillow. He put it into his pocket and went out again.
For a few days, Tomaru felt like his spirit was on the verge of collapse. His loneliness became unendurable with every passing day, and he would often run to Naoko’s family fields involuntarily, looking for various topics to get close to her.
In the beginning, Naoko thought Tomaru liked to chat with her, so she also hung out with him. But slowly, his hands became a little restless. His actions frightened her, especially the look in his eyes that seemed like he was going to devour her alive.
Although she didn’t know what Tomaru wanted to do, she knew this feeling made her very uneasy, so she avoided him subconsciously.
As time passed, Tomaru also noticed his mentality was abnormal and he couldn’t continue like this. He decided to go to the Fire Temple and let a monk enlighten him.
……
In the Fire Temple, Tonan either wandered around every day, discussing Buddhism with Chigo. Perhaps, because Buddhism was not widely spread in this world, the base of believers was not comparable to that of his previous world. Therefore, the research on Buddhism was a bit shallow and monotonous. There was no deep comprehension.
It was just persuading people to be kind, not to cling to hatred, and so on. Was that useful? That was very useful.
This world was in a state of war most of the time. Everyone desired to get along and become friendly with each other the most. Advocating kindness and letting go of hatred happened to satisfy the wishes of the vast majority, and it captured an important market position as well.
Chapter 137: Brimming With Vigor & Vitality, Spring Dreams
The next morning, Tomaru got up early as usual, and taking his farming tools, he prepared to head to work. The light outside was dazzling, a light breeze blowing the crops in the fields. It was the autumn harvest time.
Just after walking out the door, Tomaru saw a shifty-eyed man trotting past his door in a hurry. A book suddenly fell in front of his feet. Tomaru wanted to call out to ask the man to stop, but when he raised his head, the person had already run around the corner and disappeared.
Tomaru bent over and picked up the book, “Make-Out Paradise? What’s this?”
He looked around and after confirming no one was there, he decided to satisfy his curiosity and casually glanced at it. It took one quick look for him to be completely taken by it. Especially, the description of the male protagonist… Tomaru felt it was exactly describing him.
Reading some more, his breathing became ragged, and he began to pant fiercely. He felt overwhelmed by emotions, and blood began to rush somewhere. By the time he came back to his senses, almost an hour had passed. Seeing that the person who had dropped the book hadn’t come back yet, Tomaru quietly put it in his pocket and looked around with a guilty conscience. He ran towards the field.
At the street’s corner, Uchiha Tonan stuck out his head. Looking at Tomaru’s back, his eyes narrowed a little, and a smile formed on his face. He turned around and walked towards the Fire Temple.
……
Tomaru had come to the field but he felt somewhat restless. Usually, he would have completed his task quickly, but now, not even a third was done. The hand holding the hoe was moving slowly and leisurely. As a fifteen-year-old boy, it would be a lie to say he didn’t think of those things. Especially after seeing something this stimulating, he couldn’t control his imagination.
Young, growing teenagers were easily disturbed by such thoughts, making them restless. Soon after, he put down the tools and came to sit on the ridge. He looked around to confirm he was alone and quietly took out ‘Make-Out Paradise’ from his pocket, reading it with gusto.
Tomaru returned home at night but he kept tossing and turning in the bed, unable to sleep. As soon as he would close his eyes, Nohara Naoko’s image would appear in his mind and replace the story’s female protagonist.
Tomaru’s parents had died early. In fact, one may not even call it early. Death in the thirties was normal in the Ninja World. After all, they were just civilians. Tomaru was alone and made his living by farming for the Fire Temple. His family was quite poor and he had no peers to play with.
Only Naoko, who was three years younger than him, had a relatively better relationship with him. This was perhaps because both of them were orphans. However, Naoko was a little better off because she had a grandmother to rely on.
Late at night, there was no trace of drowsiness in Tomaru’s eyes. He was still reading the book in his hand, imagining many scenarios in his mind. He imagined becoming the novel’s male of the…
Tomoru let out a long breath. The more he read, the more he thought, and the more uncomfortable he felt. Looking at the sky outside the window, he thought that he would have to work tomorrow. So, he forcibly resisted the urge to continue reading and put the book under his pillow, trying his hardest to sleep.
Coo coo~ Coo coo~
Birds cooing outside his window sounded like moaning in his ears. He opened his eyes, distracted. He had shut his eyes for a long time but was still unable to sleep as if tiny ants were biting in his heart.
He covered his ears with his hands, took a deep breath, and continued to doze. Gradually, the sound of sleeping soundly came from the room. Outside, the moon was shining brightly, casting a layer of silver hue on earth. The town was empty, and every household had fallen asleep, their doors and windows closed.
The workers who had been toiling hard the entire day were already asleep this late in the night. Tomaru, who was sleeping too, heard the breathtaking sound of a flute.
In a daze, he opened his eyes and found himself in the field. The moon was high above the sky, and everything around was very clear. Under the moonlight, the golden crops seemed to be coated with a layer of silver, drawing a peaceful picture.
Tomaru suddenly noticed a snow-white naked body appearing amid the thick harvests in front of him. His mouth felt dry and a voice in his heart told him that that beautiful person was none other than Naoko.
He instinctively parted the crops in front of him and kept walking forward, closer… closer…
“Why am I still so far…” Tomaru felt very strained and quickened his steps. But no matter how long or fast he ran, the surroundings remained the same, and the beautiful figure maintained a distance from him.
The most annoying part was that the damned things coincidentally covered the key areas of the young women’s body, driving Tomaru nuts.
“So uncomfortable…”
Early the next morning, sunlight sprinkled into the room through the curtain gaps. Tomaru stretched out his hands as if trying to grab something. Gradually, he opened his sleepy eyes. His brain stopped for two seconds and he sat up straight with an exhausted look.
After checking the time, he got up to shower with dark circles under his eyes. He picked up his tools and went out.
Bang~
A very short while later though, he staggered back to the bed and took out the ‘Make-Out Paradise’ from under the pillow. He put it into his pocket and went out again.
For a few days, Tomaru felt like his spirit was on the verge of collapse. His loneliness became unendurable with every passing day, and he would often run to Naoko’s family fields involuntarily, looking for various topics to get close to her.
In the beginning, Naoko thought Tomaru liked to chat with her, so she also hung out with him. But slowly, his hands became a little restless. His actions frightened her, especially the look in his eyes that seemed like he was going to devour her alive.
Although she didn’t know what Tomaru wanted to do, she knew this feeling made her very uneasy, so she avoided him subconsciously.
As time passed, Tomaru also noticed his mentality was abnormal and he couldn’t continue like this. He decided to go to the Fire Temple and let a monk enlighten him.
……
In the Fire Temple, Tonan either wandered around every day, discussing Buddhism with Chigo. Perhaps, because Buddhism was not widely spread in this world, the base of believers was not comparable to that of his previous world. Therefore, the research on Buddhism was a bit shallow and monotonous. There was no deep comprehension.
It was just persuading people to be kind, not to cling to hatred, and so on. Was that useful? That was very useful.
This world was in a state of war most of the time. Everyone desired to get along and become friendly with each other the most. Advocating kindness and letting go of hatred happened to satisfy the wishes of the vast majority, and it captured an important market position as well.
