Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 45. Three Look-Alikes
Author Note:
**Note to Readers Who Have Been Following from the Beginning:**
The “Optimization Skill” has been renamed to ”Adaptation Skill.”
Skill Explanation
Adaptation sounds a bit like a kind of infectious disease prevention skill when you first hear about it. Apparently, they decided to add this skill because there were many cases where people from another world would die immediately if they were sent there as is.
It helps them adapt to this world and makes them less susceptible to illness, especially endemic and infectious diseases—and it also makes it less likely that they’ll get an upset stomach even if they eat food from another world. It’s like helping the body get into a good condition for living here.
I think this is a very important, even fundamental, skill.
I ate a rich, heavy ramen for lunch and ended up succumbing to sleepiness. I slept really well.
When I woke up from my nap, I thought:
I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but it’s strange.
Of course I love ramen, and the ramen I have fond memories of is delicious.
But when I calmly think about how I managed to finish that much food, it’s honestly kind of strange.
Even croissants, which I used to love, have become a bit too greasy for me.
Thinking back, the muscle pain I had the day after my first visit to Dawn’s farm was weird too. It’s sad to say, but it was strange that the muscle pain came the next day. And it was odd I didn’t get back pain despite moving around so much… I didn’t get stiff or anything.
The more I think about it, the more I notice how strange my actions have become since coming here.
Somehow, my behavior has become a little reckless, hasn’t it?
Considering my true personality, I feel like I would be wary of everything and stay holed up in my storage.
I’ve always been a cautious person, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more and more reluctant to do anything and resistant to changing my current situation.
My thought process feels more impulsive, optimistic, and active now—like from when I was young.
I also remember thinking that the influence of the Adaptation Skill might be affecting my mental state, especially when I was slaughtering and processing that horned rabbit.
Could it be…
I used 1,000 yen repeat purchase and bought a stand mirror that I used to use when putting on makeup at home for 105 yen.
I bought it at a 100 yen store; it’s reversible and one side is a magnifying glass.
Since coming here, I haven’t been really looking at my face while doing makeup—just using a tiny mirror in my makeup pouch to check my brows. When applying the toner I bought for 1 yen with 1,000 yen repeat, I just splash it on randomly, not really paying attention. Honestly, I rarely look at my face closely…
I’m not the type to wear heavy makeup anyway.
Back home, if I was going to put on a mask, I’d just do my eye makeup, thinking it’s enough.
Now, I take a good look at my face in the mirror.
My straight black hair no longer shows any of the white hairs that were starting to appear.
The shine of my hair is also different.
The fine lines around my mouth are faint.
And my skin looks young.
Oh, this is…
Probably, back then, I was summoned as a high school or college student, so it wasn’t an issue.*
Maybe it wasn’t a problem because the people who had been summoned up until now were high school to college students.
But now, it’s clear I’m definitely getting younger.
When I first heard about the Adaptation Skill, I thought it was for preventing infectious diseases. That’s how I understood it.
However, if the Adaptation Skill is a skill that the God uses to help people from another world adapt to this world and make it comfortable for them to live here, then the story changes a little depending on how you define “comfortable”.
I remember those good old days, when I felt good both physically and mentally —In my case, it was probably when I was a university student—that might be what it’s about.
The Adaptation Skill is a little frightening.
Mentally, I think it’s not that I just feel I’m young, but also somewhat tipsy—like when you’re slightly drunk.
I once thought it would be nice to work after having a few drinks. I thought that if I got a little drunk, my guard down, and became a little more careless and assertive, my communication skills would improve and I would probably be able to get work done more efficiently.
It’s not like I imagined then that I have become a completely different person, but I felt on a slight high- like when I’m a little tipsy.
Perhaps if they didn’t do this, it would be difficult for people to cope after suddenly being thrown into a different world.
It’s a bit scary to think how long this state will last…
I take another good look at my face in the mirror.
Yeah, I’m still young.
Honestly, I think my face is neither particularly good nor bad. It’s probably an average face—the kind you’d find at least one in every class.
There’s a saying that there are three people in the world that have the same face as you, I think I understand what it means—people often tell me they know someone who looks just like me, which makes my face quite common.
Once, someone told me I looked just like a Kayan girl they saw in a textbook or handbook.
In another case, a cashier at a supermarket in a neighboring town suddenly asked, “Are you the person who used to work at XX?” It was so random.
And a junior from university once told me, “Senpai, you look exactly like a classmate of mine from middle school… but he’s a boy though.”
As for celebrities I resemble…
When I attended a friend’s wedding, the elderly lady who did my makeup said I looked like an actress in a movie called “Sailor Suit or Something.”
Who?! I wondered.
Even at my age, I wasn’t that close to her in her prime, but I think her singing voice is wonderful.
I’ve heard her on a cassette tape that my older, so much older cousin gave me.
Back in the day, people used cassette tapes to record songs. I remember painstakingly lettering the titles with my nails…
Well, if you ask me whether I have a masculine or feminine face, I would say that since I’m a woman, it’s obviously a feminine face.
But I think humans put a lot of importance on auditory information. Even If someone looks like a woman but has a deep voice, it might make you feel they could be a man.
It’s like when you’re watching a Sunday afternoon music program and you hear a woman’s voice singing beautifully on the screen but when you look at the screen you see what appears to be a man, and you wonder whether – just based on the voice.
Honestly, I think those I’ve gotten close to have probably already noticed. Even I think that my masculine speech patterns sound unnatural. I’d like to think that it’s okay because I speak broken Japanese, though.
I am a little curious as to why no one has mentioned it. Maybe it’s because it’s a different world and there are so many different races…
But still, I find it a little scary to appear in this foreign world with a look that clearly shows I’m a woman, and to speak with my natural voice and manner.
Having lived as a woman in Japan, I do think if there is an afterlife, I would like to be reborn as a woman again. But I have also wondered how easy life might be if I were an average-looking man.
And men have their own struggles too, but imagine how difficult it is traveling around alone.
People bump into me at the station. There are even people who seem to deliberately bump into a person. On trains, even there are other empty seats available, someone always sits next to me for some reason. Please stop invading my space with your big legs. I feel so much safer when a woman sits next to me.
Walking alone at night on deserted streets—knowing I shouldn’t be afraid, but feeling scared when someone’s behind me. Guesthouses and dormitories are cheap, but as a woman traveling alone, I have to choose my accommodation very carefully. Some taxi drivers can also be quite rude towards women traveling alone.
In such situations, I think, “If I were an average man, I wouldn’t have to worry about these things.”
Also, I envy the physical strength—simple as that.
When I moved, someone helped carried the washing machine and refrigerator down the stairs all by themself. Apparently, he was more scared of being helped. I didn’t understand. Even if there’s a trick to it, there’s no way I could carry something that heavy and big. Even if I could just barely carry it, there’s no way I could carry it up the stairs. The small fridge I had was a defrost model, but it was really heavy.
Even the most elderly men are very strong. Of course, there are some women who are strong too, so it probably depends on the individual.
Living alone in an old house meant I often had to handle many things by myself. At those times, I genuinely wished I were a little stronger and taller.
Honestly, I don’t want to fully become a man or live as a man, but I’d like to glimpse how easy life could be as an average man—especially when cleaning the chimney in the bath or something similar.
So, I’d like to keep my gender hidden just a little longer, even if it’s pretty obvious.
Looking at the people I’ve met so far, I think it’ll be okay, but still, I don’t have the courage.
When I step outside my storage, it seems Mimi has done a lot of hard work while I was sleeping.
More than half of the field had already been plowed, with incredibly neat ridges.
I could never make such straight lines myself.
I try to do my best by stretching a string and making an effort, but it’s really difficult.
The paths are properly spaced, and the length and arrangement of the ridges are so perfect that, if someone showed me this, I’d believe there’s no better way to do this.
I probably couldn’t have divided such a vast field into such easy-to-work sections myself.
And, after rechecking, I found that the soil had gone from mildly acidic to neutral without me spreading lime—that’s good for most crops. The fertility worms are amazing.
Blueberry plants prefer acidic soil, but I’ve never bought seedlings, so it probably doesn’t matter to me. Oh, but tubers tend to prefer slightly acidic soil, right? I remember that applying too much lime isn’t good.
“Mimi, nice bulk!”
I give a thumbs-up and praise it.
It’s really amazing.
“Eheheh.”
It strikes a pose, looking very proud, which is so adorable. Yep, very cute.
“The ridges look like chocolate bars, don’t they?”
Hmm, maybe not quite chocolate bars.
It has beautiful ridges, like a chocolate bar that you can snap off easily rather than a regular piece of chocolate.
When I reach out my hand, Mimi climbs onto my arm and onto my shoulder.
I gently stroke its tiny head with my index finger.
Its purple eyes reflect the sunlight beautifully.
Maybe I should plant the seeds I have and see how they grow.
I was thinking of starting seedlings and planting them, but for crops that can be direct-sown, it might be better to plant them now, considering the season.
Ah, but depending on what you’re growing, some do better in a slightly more acidic environment.
“Mimi, the soil’s condition, erm, pH—uh, I guess that doesn’t get through to you, huh? Can you adjust it so potatoes grow well?”
“I can do that!”
Wow, she can do it—that’s amazing.
I plan to divide the ridges, with the seeds I got from Dawn’s farm on one side and the ones I bought with my 1,000-yen repeat purchase on the other, and plant them separately.
I’m going to write an activity report now.
What are “adaptation skills”?
For those of you who have been reading since the beginning,
I would be happy if you could take a look at the activity report later.