Bonus Short Stories

The Flame Caverns’ Married Couple

(This short story may contain spoilers for Volume 2.)

[The Flame Caverns] was a large dungeon with its entrance being the peak of Tsia Mountain. Within the dungeon lived a married Red Dragon and Salamander. To be more specific, they were Dungeon Master and Dungeon Core, with the Salamander—named “112” (pretend I said that in Dragon language)—in truth being the Core. The Red Dragon, Redra, had been living in Tsia Mountain for ages when one day, the Salamander 112 suddenly appeared. Redra at the time was a young Dragon of about fifty years, but despite her youth she was absolutely confident that her fire breath could defeat any foe. Retrospectively, Redra could only laugh at how immature she had been.

Fate came upon Redra fast and without warning that day. She woke up and saw some stranger in front of her. Even an unbeatable monster like a Red Dragon would be surprised to see a weird lizard right in front of their face after waking up.

“Yo? Mornin’.” The red lizard spoke to her in the human language.

“Hey! What are you doing in my nest?!”

“Huh? Aaah... sorry, but I’m gonna be living here from now on. Just gimme a sec to dig into the mountain and we’ll be good. Alright? I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me.”

“Whaaat?! You’re gonna dig under my nest?! What’ll you do if it collapses?! Get outta here! Grrrr... GRAAAAAAAH!” Red Dragons are rulers of fire, and as Redra had even been born and raised within the veritable hotbed of magical fire energy that is Tsia Mountain, her fire was hot enough to melt even stone in a single moment. That fire, so hot it skipped red and turned white immediately, engulfed the red lizard’s entire body before he had a second to prepare.

“Graaah... aaah, much better. What the heck was up with that guy?”

“Maaan, I didn’t expect to get such a warm reception.”

“Bwaaah?!” Redra had, of course, intended to turn the lizard into ashes. And indeed, the area surrounding the lizard was steaming, having been turned completely into magma.

“Wh-Wh-Who the heck are you?!”

“Me? I’m 112.”

“One hundred twelve...? 112? That’s ‘112’ in Dragon language! Hmph, well, I’m number one! I’m the boss of this mountain!”

“Oh? ‘112’, huh... Eh, sure, call me whatever you want.”

“Hmph! Whatever! I’ll just hit you with another blast!” Redra sucked in a lot of air. That was preparation for her fire breath. But despite that practically being a death sentence, the red lizard in front of her didn’t move an inch. Most creatures would usually run away, panic, or at least plead for their life.

“Oh? Gonna do what you just did again?”

“Hmph! I was so surprised that what I just hit you with was basically a sneeze! This is my real, absolutely real, for totally real fire breath! It’s gonna burn you to ash! Whooooooooh!” She gave him time to run away. She didn’t know how he survived last time, but this time, well, it was his fault for not running away.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Redra breathed fire as hard as she could. Bright, dazzling light burst forth from her mouth with immense force, along with heat so overwhelming it could melt almost anything in an instant. However.

“Bahahaha! Hey, that feels pretty fuckin’ good! Now that’s what I call some Dragon breath!” The red lizard was grinning, as if it were the mere spring sun shining down upon him.

“Whaaaaaaaaat?! Cough, ngh, gah, I’m choking! Hold on, wait!” She reflexively stopped breathing fire.

“Sure, I’ll wait. But lemme say something here. I’m a Salamander, and Dungeon Core Number 112. You know what that means? Salamander. I don’t look like much, but I’m a spirit of fire. Sorry, but fire’s not gonna do shit to me. Heheheh. Listen, red girl. Let’s stay on good terms here.” The red lizard stuck out his hand. But Redra swiped it away with her tail.

“Fire doesn’t do shit to you?! As if! 112, I’m gonna burn you to ash no matter WHAT! And don’t call me red girl! You’re red toooo!” Redra pointed at the red lizard... the Salamander and roared in anger.

...Thinking back, that might have been love at first sight.

Five hundred years had passed since then. Before she knew it, Redra had become a Dungeon Master and the Salamander 112 had become her husband. Apparently, she had become his Dungeon Master on that first day somehow, but it took fifty years for her to notice. That just meant that Redra didn’t care about anything as long as she could be with 112.

“Hey, 112. Do you love me?”

“Huh? Aaah... The heck’s with you all of a sudden? ’Course I love you.”

“...Eheheh. Then rub my head, come ooon.”

“Sure. Lemme see it.” Redra turned into a human and leaned on 112. Grinning his lizard grin, he rubbed her human head with one of his feet. He rubbed hard enough that a normal human would get their head ripped off, but it was nice and pleasant to Redra. Head rubbing time was one of many times where she welled in love for her wonderful husband.

The Dancing Doll Inn’s Maid Golem

(This short story may contain spoilers for Volume 2.)

Inns. They need employees. I did have two slaves working the inn, but that wouldn’t last for long. I needed more manpower. Manpower... Robots... Maids... Maid robots? Oh man, speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I was studying robots in school ’cause I wanted to try and build a maid robot. Plan being to make the robot do everything while I slept all day. And now must be the time for that dream to come true—though Golems and robots are a little different.

Anyway. I immediately set about using {Create Golem} to make a Maid Golem. In situations like this, the most important thing was experimentation. Trial models. I modified my good ol’ twenty-centimeter-tall test Golem Testle, turning him into a Maid Golem (Mini) using wood, stone, and iron. I made his joints out of iron since they’d be rubbing together a lot, whereas I made the rest of him mostly out of wood. I covered his face, hands, and feet to hide the wood grains. And so, it ended up looking like a wooden mannequin. I had just made an entirely new Golem.

As for its hair, uuuuh... I made it helmet-shaped to feel like a mech. After that, all I had to was put on a maid outfit and draw its face.

...Oh no! I have no artistic talent whatsoever!

I made goggle-shaped eyes and a robot mouth for it, giving up on making it have an actual face. All I wanted was for it to at least vaguely resemble a human’s face. By the way, I included joints in its hands, feet, fingers, and so on, which enabled it to make more delicate and precise movements. Feels like I just made a gunpla figure or something. Wait, maybe it’s more like a walking anime figurine?

“Alright! Activate!” The Maid Golem’s goggles shone as it came to life. In my head. Yeah, I just imagined it. Then, it took one stiff step forward. It... It moved! I did it I reflexively struck a victory pose. My dream was finally within reach.

I hurriedly called the whole staff over to tell them about my spectacular idea.

“Alrighty, and that’s that. I think we’ll be able to run the inn with just two people if we have Maid Golems helping out.”

“I don’t really understand the point of making Golems wear maid outfits.”

“Geez, man, you made another weird Golem...? Just make’m normal ones, dude, c’mon. And like, actually, anything but normal Golems are gonna make people ask questions. Do you wanna have a buncha people questioning us? Do ya?”

“...Master, um, I’ll do my best!”

Dear God. Everyone’s rejecting my sweet, precious Maid Golem... though, I guess they’re right. It’s hard to make, they aren’t that different from normal Golems, and the only real advantage they have is their looks. But even so! Appearances are a huge deal! Even the sexiest pair of feet in the world would be unfappable if they belonged to an ugly chick, right?! Same thing here!

“That same logic is why I’ve lately been thinking that even traps are fine as long as they look cute.”

“Oh no, Keima’s saying weird things again.”

“I dunno what he’s talking about but this is pretty serious, my dudes.”

“...Ah! Master, how long ago did you wake up?!”

Niku looked at me with eyes full of worry. Huh. When... When did I wake up? I got so into making this Golem, I just... uuuh...

“About twenty-four hours ago.”

“Good job, Niku, you figured out his problem in no time. Sleep deprivation is messing his head up.”

“Bwuuuh?! Dungeon Masters end up sleep deprived after just twenty-four hours awake?!”

“Master is a special case.”

Niku and Rokuko firmly grab onto my arms and drag me to my futon. Oh geez. Girls these days sure are forward, huh?

“Sleep well, okay?”

Ha ha ha! Not even I would fall asleep that fast just from staying awake al—

I woke up feeling refreshed. I don’t know what was wrong with me. No matter how cute they are, I’m not into guys. I’m straight. Completely straight. And really, there’s no point in making Golems into Maid Robots. Simple, normal Golems were a little less functional, but they were way easier to mass produce and they still did good work.

“Looks like you’re finally awake.”

“Yep. All back to normal. A single, dedicated Maid Golem is all we really need.”

“Oh, you haven’t slept enough yet? That’s no good, Keima. Go back to sleep.”

“Hold up, I’m saying that with a totally clear mind. What’s the problem with just one?”

“We have real, human maids here. Why bother turning a Golem into a maid?”

Why bother? C’mon, that’s obvious.

“’Cause every man’s dream is to have a robot maid, I think.”

“...Well, I guess you can make one if you care that much about them. Go ahead.” Rokuko shrugged her shoulders and gave me permission to make the Maid Golem. Uh... You know I don’t need your permission, right? I’m the top dog of this dungeon thanks to my authority as Dungeon Master.

But in the end, I didn’t make my Maid Golem. It’d take so long to make a real one that I’d lose out on sleep. And really, I was satisfied the moment I finished turning Testle into one. He could now pour my drinks and dance pointless dances. Really, the dancing is the main thing. He’s got lots of joints, unlike the robots back on Earth, so he can do a lot more dances and he can do them a lot more smoothly. Plus, even if he breaks a joint, I can fix them for free on the spot.

Unfortunately, my viewing of Testle’s dance was interrupted by a knock on my room’s door. It was Rokuko.

“Hold on, Keima! I just realized that we never named our inn! What are we gonna do?”

“Oh. Right, I hadn’t thought of one...” I glanced down at the table and saw Testle energetically dancing a vibrant dance.

Alright. Let’s go with the Dancing Doll Inn.

Niku and Common Sense

(This short story may contain spoilers for Volume 2.)

“I want you to teach Niku some common sense...!” And so, Ichika’s master Keima requested her to teach Niku common sense. She decided to start off by figuring out just how much common sense Niku lacked.

“M’kay, so like, I wanna ask you a bunch of questions. You cool with that, Niku?”

“If you don’t mind...! Me answering while training...! I am very cool with it...!” Niku responded while practicing swings with her knife in the back garden. I said “practicing swings,” but her blade was slicing through the air and tearing through invisible enemies in a complete “shadow battle.” Her swings were as natural as the flow of a river, and she cut through the throats of invisible foe after invisible foe in a flurry of strikes that could be taken as a dance if looked at from afar.

...Ichika thought it was pretty weird that girl that young could wield a knife with such expertise, but she decided not to mention it for now.

“Okay, first of all, you know’s what’s up with slavery, right? Like how you’ll die if you take that collar off.”

“Yes, I know that. One of the other slaves told me that, before... before Master saved me.”

“Ah, yeah, I heard you were bought with a harpy slave. So, what about money? Like, coppers and stuff.”

“Ten coppers are worth a large copper, and ten large coppers are worth one silver. The equivalent is true for silvers and golds as well.” Ichika was impressed that she knew that much.

“...Thanks to Master teaching me, I am good at math as well.”

“Oooh...? What’s three plus nine? Thirty minus seven? How about four times nine?”

“Twelve, twenty-three, and thirty-six. Those were easy.”

“...Ten minus twenty-five?”

“Negative fifteen.”

She could actually do math pretty well. Her calculations were fast, and she even knew that there were numbers below zero.

“Wait, Niku. Didn’t Master pick you up, like, just three months ago?”

“Yes, that’s right. The only orders he gave me were to serve as his dakimakura and to learn reading and math, so in return, I worked especially hard to fulfill those orders. “ And that ended up with her current calculation speed. She was an incredible learner. She might’ve even had the stuff to be a good merchant. She was a bit blunt, but as a beautiful girl that just added to her appeal, and...

“...Let’s move on, ’kay?”

“Okay.”

“Really, I’m starting to think this is like, totally different from what he wanted me to teach you... Mmm, common sense is so vague I really dunno what to do here.” Ichika decided to put aside the “common sense” part of the order and instead just talk to Niku. During their discussion, some things Niku didn’t understand would probably come up.

“...By the way, are Master and Rokuko like, totally married?”

“Married...?” Niku tilted her head in confusion. In mere moments, some common sense she lacked had reared its head.

“W-Woah, you don’t know what marriage is, Niku...?!”

“What’s marriage?”

“...Marriage is like, uhhhh... A man and a woman live together. They, uh, make babies together. They tell the town chief that they’re married, and then they swear to marry each other in the town’s church.”

“I see. So, are Master and Rokuko married?”

“Er, I mean, that’s what I was asking you, dude.” Though she hardly needed to ask anymore, since the answer was obvious from Niku’s ignorance.

“Well, to sum it up, marriage is basically what you’re doing as a ‘niku’ with him, if you catch my drift.”

“...I see?”

By the way, when Ichika said “niku” there, she was referring to the common title for slaves that had sex with their masters.

“Sooo, how often do you sleep with Master?”

“Mmm... About every day.”

“Woof. I’m surprised your tiny body can hold out, Niku.”

“Hm? Well... It was fairly difficult at the start, but I got used to it over time.”

“Do you think he’ll ever call me over one night? I mean, to be real, I’d be fine sleeping with him. He lets me eat tons of hella tasty food just like he said he would, so yeah. Ah, but looking at you, I’m guessing he’s more into small girls.”

“Mmm.” Niku stopped her swinging and suddenly hugged Ichika tightly. Ichika wiggled a little, tickled by her tight squeezing. Niku, on the other hand, kept squeezing with a serious look on her face.

“Wh-What’s up, Niku?”

“Mmm... You pass, I think. He may call for you someday.”

“You were testing me for that right now? Uh, what were you even checking?”

“How good you felt to squeeze. That’s really important.”

“Aaaah... Right, right, ’cause I’d be a dakimakura.”

“Yes, because you’d be a dakimakura.” Niku and Ichika nodded to each other. Ichika felt as if she had finally had a decent conversation with Niku for the first time.

“By the way, Master seems to prefer it when I smell slightly of sweat.”

“He’s kind of a weirdo, isn’t he? Well, that’s alright. He’s our Master.”

“Also, Rokuko often smells Master’s scent. Particularly his used clothes before he uses {Purification} on them.”

“...Do you smell them too? You’re a dog beastkin, so I’m guessing you like that kinda thing, yeah?”

“I can smell him directly at night, so I don’t need to.” Ichika nodded to herself. Makes sense.

“So, did you teach Niku any common sense?” Ichika tilted her head in thought.

“...To be real, she knows so little about so many things it’s kinda hard to say much. But she’s got a good head on her shoulders, so if I notice her confused about anything I’ll give her a heads up.”

“Right. Please do. And... I’m not as bad as Niku, but there’s still a lot about this world I don’t get. Keep an eye out for me making the same kind of misunderstandings, alright?”

“You got it.” Ichika waved and started to walk away, but suddenly turned around as if remembering something.

“I gotta ask, Master. How’d you and Rokuko meet?”

“She summoned me with the gacha.”

“Uhhh... huh. So, what’s the deal with that?”

“I don’t really know myself. One thing happened after another and here we are. That’s the best I can say.”

Ichika concluded their relationship was complex enough that she wouldn’t get a good answer no matter how many times she asked.

Spawn Monsters

(This short story may contain spoilers for Volume 2.)

“This is a good spot for a Goblin Spawner, right?”

“Yeah. Pretty much anywhere hard to find is good. And we can move them later if we need to, anyway.” Monster Spawners. They were invisible magic circles that, when no adventurers were nearby, spawned one monster at a time until five of them were roaming about. They were incredible. They may have cost one hundred times as much as a single one of the monsters they spawned, but once they spawned one hundred monsters, they were practically paying for themselves. The only problem was that unlike normal monsters, spawned monsters didn’t give us any DP after dying. They did leave corpses, though.

“Maaan... We could have infinite DP if only these monsters gave us some when they died...”

“Well, that’s why they don’t, right? I’m not really an expert, though.” Yeah. And I mean, a Dungeon Master and Dungeon Core shouldn’t exactly be slaughtering their own monsters en masse for personal gain. That’d be kind of messed up.

“...So, about those Goblin Spawners.”

“Uh-huh?”

“I don’t mind if you want to put a personal Goblin Spawner in your room, Rokuko. Just sayin’.”

“Why? Why did you say that?”

“I mean, don’t you want your own Goblin harem?”

“I’m telling you, I don’t have a Goblin fetish! And why would I need a whole spawner?!”

“Oh, I get it. You won’t be killing them or anything, so it’d be more DP efficient to just summon them normally. My bad.”

“Keima?! You’re about to make me really mad!” Hahaha. One day, she’ll learn to be honest with herself.

“Oh yeah. Gotta put a jelly spawner down too.” A single jelly was worth 1 DP and wasn’t strong at all. Really, it was pretty much the weakest monster possible. They looked like the contents of a flipped bucket of gelatin and they were squishy to the touch. So why did I place the spawner? Well, so they can get eaten. Basically, they’re Goblin food. Even adventurers ate them in times of emergency. They had a slightly sweet flavor that most considered superior to poorly preserved food. It felt kind of like eating konjac jelly.

“You know, I wonder if these spawners can get destroyed.”

“They’re usually safe thanks to the magic circle being invisible, I think. In the book ‘Intro to Dungeonology,’ they’re introduced as ‘summoning circles that the dungeon draws on its own.’” The spawner itself looked like a transparent magic circle. However, it did glow a little when summoning monsters. The explanation was passed off as extrapolation from an adventurer who saw that glow... but, eh, Haku wrote the book. She was probably just trying to trick people into thinking the spawners were just one-time magic circles that disappear after use. Either way, they’d definitely get destroyed if some spare arrows hit it in the middle of a chaotic fight or something, so placing them in hard to find locations was best.

“What I want to know is what’s so different about monsters summoned normally and monsters summoned through spawners.”

“Hmmm, good point. The monsters look kind of, I don’t know, sluggish to me? Not like, they’ve got slow reaction times or anything. It just looks like they aren’t putting much energy into anything.” Yeah, there must be some flaw that arises from summoning such a huge amount of monsters. Maybe, like, they don’t have souls? That’s possible.

“Wait, they look sluggish to you? I can’t tell at all.”

“I can just kind of feel it when I look at the Goblins. It’s like... they don’t have the desperation normal ones do.” That’s our Rokuko for you, figuring things out through Goblins.

“My years of experience summoning Goblins isn’t for show. Um, and I don’t mean that in any weird ways.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

“Do you know? Do you really?”

“Yeah. I know that the Goblin Spawner won’t summon anything that can satisfy you, so you want normal Goblins instead.”

“That’s not it! I wasn’t talking about them like that!”

“Really...? Well, whatever. Let’s keep placing Goblin Spawners for a bit and then move on to placing Golem Spawners in the labyrinth.” The Golem Spawner had the same problems as all spawners, but since Golem corpses could be used normally for their materials, it was less of a problem. I said something about feeling bad about slaughtering monsters or whatever, but I wouldn’t feel bad at all about killing a ton of Golems. Goblins felt like real living beings, but Golems just felt like robots—non-living monsters I just wanted to exploit as much as possible and extract as much value from as I possibly could.

If I made a spawner for an Iron Golem or some other kind of metal Golem, I would end up with as much metal as I could ever need. Hmm, actually, I think I’m gonna do that. I do need a lot of iron right now. It’s so useful. Plus, Iron Golem corpses would be valuable to adventurers too. They’d be able to get a human’s worth of pure metal all at once, no mining necessary.

“Yeah, I think I’ll make like, one spawner for a rare monster. An Iron Golem Spawner.” Iron Golems cost 500 DP each, making a spawner for them cost 50,000 DP, but that was more than worth it since it meant getting as much iron as I would ever need.

...Ah. Wait. I don’t have enough DP. Ngh, I used too much! Guess I’ll need to buy this once I save up some more. For now, I’ll just draw in adventurers with Magic Blades and throw some Goblins at them. Plus some Clay Golems. Just for fun.

Foot Bath and and Foot Fetish

(This short story may contain spoilers for Volume 2.)

Onsens were, ultimately, a place you visited nude with others. But bathing itself wasn’t too common in this world, as they could keep themselves clean with the Survival Magic spell {Purification}. It was such a convenient spell that even a Japanese person like myself would find themselves unenthusiastic about trekking all the way down to one.

So, to get the effects of an onsen more conveniently, I prepared a foot bath — in other words, a bath one can enter without taking their clothes off. Stone saunas and sand baths would have worked too, but they’d be hard to maintain. Making a whole building just for a sauna would be pretty annoying too. On the other hand, a foot bath just needed a bigish hole and some hot water. Plus, just saying, men and women could share the same foot bath since you don’t have to take off your clothes.

“And that’s that. Would you all mind trying it out for me?” I had Rokuko and the others serve as test subjects for my first foot bath.

“I just have to put my feet into it, right?”

“I may keep my clothes on?”

“Yeah girl, we’re just putting our feet in it. Just gotta take our shoes ’n’ socks off.” Ichika immediately started taking off her shoes. Yep... She’s got good feet. Nice and healthy, plenty of meat on them. Ichika sat down on the wood bench I made and plopped her feet into the hot water.

“Oooh, it’s all hot and stuff. Feels hella good, man.” She splashed around in the water with her feet, mixing it up. Mmm... oh, crap! I ended up staring at her feet. Gotta watch myself.

“Keima? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look this perverted before.”

“Ha ha ha! What’re you talking about, Rokuko? Why don’t you just put your feet into the bath already?”

“Well, whatever. I am your partner, after all.” Rokuko slid her white kneesocks off, exposing her equally white feet. She sat next to Ichika and put them into the hot water.

“Fwaah... This actually feels pretty good. I’m surprised, it’s just my feet in there.”

“Yup, yup. Like, just taking my shoes and socks off after walking all this way feels totally freeing.” Rokuko splashed her feet around in the water too. Ngh, this girl’s shameless...!

“Come on in, Niku.”

“Um, I... Um...” Niku was rubbing her legs together nervously while glancing furtively at me. Oh... Oh no! Did she figure out I was staring at their feet like a perv?! But how?! I tricked Rokuko...! (Author’s note: He hadn’t tricked Rokuko.)

“Errr... I can leave if this is too embarrassing for you.”

“Ah, no, it’s just... Um, Master, you like feet more... when they aren’t very clean, don’t you?” Bwuh?! Wh-When did this girl figure out my fetishes?! I thought she was still just a kid, but she’s got the eyes of a dang hawk!

“Eh? Really, Keima? You like dirty feet?”

“She’s got it all wrong.”

“...Your eyes are darting all over the place, my dude. Are you actually pretty friggin’ bad at hiding things, Master?”

“My eyes aren’t darting anywhere.”

“You’re not going to convince anyone hiding your eyes like that. Hey, look over here.” I peeked out between my fingers and saw Rokuko wiggling her toes at me. Her feet were beautifully flushed thanks to the hot water, and they were exactly the kind of feet I loved.

“...Ah! I understand now, Master. I’ll take my socks off!”

“Wait, what?! You don’t have to force yourself, Niku!”

“No, I really was misunderstanding things.” Niku pulled off her black socks, revealing her young, shapely brown feet. Misunderstanding... what?

“You don’t like dirty feet, Master... You like the bottoms of hot and steamy feet...!” What?! I see...! All along, I loved the bottoms of hot and steamy feet! How could I not realize?!

“Wait, no. Remember why we’re here. We’re just testing out a foot bath.”

“Do you really, Keima? Do you love the bottoms of hot and steamy feet? Keimaaa?” Rokuko aimed the soles of her feet at me. They were clean and rose-tinted from the hot water, so... yeah, they were incredibly beautiful. Crap, I can’t avert my eyes! This is Rokuko of all people we’re talking about here... but I can’t look away! I hate it, but I can’t look away! Just like normal men have their eyes drawn to cleavage, I, as a man with a foot fetish, have my eyes drawn to feet... especially their soles, my favorite part of feet. This temptation is too great... I can’t lie about what I want!

“...I-I, don’t diiiislike them?”

“Master, dude, you’re sweating friggin’ bullets. We know what you’re really thinking.” Alright, alright, I love them! Everything Niku said is true! God! How’d she figure me out? Have we formed a deep telepathic connection from sleeping in the same bed every night?

“...Ooooooh... This feels really good...” Oh crap, I missed Niku putting her feet into the water! W-Wait, no. I’m just here to see what they think about the bath. Nothing else! Nothing! The hot water engulfed Niku’s smooth brown skin. She wiggled happily, tail wagging rapidly in delight.

“...Wait! Keima, didn’t you mention something about onsen water being okay to drink a while ago...? Are you going to drink this water because we put our feet in it?”

“N-No way! That’d make me sick for sure, hahaha.”

“Rokuko, he’s def thinking about it, for real.”

“You are going to drink it! You couldn’t pass this up!”

“...Should I withdraw it into my {Storage}?”

“I’m telling you, I won’t drink it! I mean, okay, I was thinking about it, but I won’t actually do it!”

And so, after hearing that all three of them really liked the foot bath itself, I built a simple one near the reception desk with tubs and benches to sit on. Customers loved it, and suffice to say, it might one day be an important step towards the entire world accepting onsens.

...And uh, Niku, I won’t drink the water! You can take it out of your {Storage} already!