My smartphone had been silent in my pocket since this morning.
God, your beloved child woke up, you know.
Please don’t stay quiet. Say something to him.
“…Let me do that.”
A large hand touched my arm that was holding an axe.
By the time I looked up, the small axe was already in the hero’s hand. And it looked even smaller now.
“Ah, thank you very much.”
This was the second time the hero took over my job. Back when I had explained what tasks waited I had to do every day, he was completely silent. But now, this handsome man keeps robbing me of my work.
How surprising. To think that a person hailed as the hero would be willing to undertake such manual labour.
However, there was something written on his face, the same expression he wore while drawing water from the well earlier. An expression that clearly read “I can’t bear to see this any longer.”
How cool. Damn it.
I wasn’t really good with this whole chopping wood thing to begin with, since before I came to this world, I had never once held an axe in my hand. With my lack of skill, I’d need half a day to finish the whole thing. But under so much stress and fear, it would take me two days.
For this reason, I was very thankful toward the hero and honestly relieved.
There’s only one thing that had been bothering me. My PT.
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As I listened to the calming rhythm of his axe swings, I sneaked a peek at my smartphone. My PT had not been updated ever since the Share a Bed task.
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As I collected the firewood, I nodded. The next moment, the image of the hero paused in wood-chopping came into view.
“You’re goo—used to an axe, eh?” I said, forcing a smile. If I had said he was good at using an axe, that would probably sound weird.
But the hero shook his head. “No, this is my first time using one.”
“I’m just used to these kind of things. The target is also not a moving target, so it’s easy to get the hang of it,” said the hero, swinging the axe in fluid actions. Like he was doing acrobatics.. Watching this, I only felt awkward. Let’s not ask what he meant by a moving target…
Her turned to me and said, “You seem like you’re not used to it.”
“I’ve never really used an axe before either, so…”
“What else can you use? What about bows?”
I shook my head at his words, eyes widened. It was at this point that I felt there was a gap in our conversation.
The hero gently took my hand. He pressed his thumb against my fingers and palm, his expression turning gloomy as he furrowed his brows.
“How did you protect yourself until now?”
“Haha… I guess I’ve just been lucky.”
I understood what he was hinting at, but I could only laugh when he asked that so seriously.
This person really came from a different world from me. His hand that held my hand was larger and far firmer than mine.
Now then, it was time to harvest the potatoes.
Leaving the wood-chopping to the hero, I headed to the field.
Just as I had feared, roughly forty percent of the plants were withered away. Upon closer inspection, there were potatoes peeking out from the soil, still unripe. Grandma used to say that when this happened, the potatoes were inedible.
But I dug out two plants just to experiment. Both had six potatoes attached, but all of them were small.
Although I didn’t think it was a bad harvest, I also couldn’t say that it was a great success. Let’s write a memo about this as the result of negligence later on…
Before I really started to harvest the rest of the potatoes, I purchased a new shovel. wheelbarrel, and straw hat.
For a skinny man like me, working under the sun would be very adverse to my health. Falling ill yesterday was evidence.
After preparing everything, I resumed digging. The hero, who had finished chopping the wood, showed up at the field after a while.
In his hand was a water bottle, the thermos flask type.He is holding a water bottle in his hand. His speed of adaptation astonished me. It hadn’t even been a day since he woke up!
He handed the bottle to me without a word. I accepted it with a smile, telling him my thanks, and gulped down the water without any reservation. The water was cold. It seemed to taste better than the water I had brought.
The hero picked up a potato from the wheelbarrow and patted it of soil.
“Is this a potato? It seems like they are still small, though…”
“Ah, I failed at nurturing them.”
I felt embarrassed at once, cheeks reddening with heat. The small potato seemed even more pitiful in the hero’s large hand. How embarrassing.
Yet the hero did not laugh at my mistakes. He only nodded at me with a serious expression. Speaking of which, I had yet to see this person laughing yet.
“The roof still needs to be repaired. What will you do about it?”
“…I’ll work on it immediately after this!” I said. Lifting my fave, I saw that his purple eyes were staring straight at me.
“You should be busy with the harvest, right? If you allow me to, I’ll repair it instead.”
For a moment, I was speechless. Maybe that was why he came to find me at this field. To offer his help. But I couldn’t ask this of him. It’d all right if he just wanted to chop wood and draw water, but repairing the roof was…
“…Thank you for your help. I’ll leave it to you then.” This was bad. My face was searing. And it wouldn’t stop.
I bowed my head, trying to hide my face. The hero only nodded with an “I understand.” Then he left the field.
As I stood there, I battled with myself in my thoughts. Are you saying that my motivation was too weak? You’re absolutely wrong. The hero was just too handsome. I also felt that he could do a better job than me, judging by how he chopped the wood like a boss.
After I finished harvesting potatoes, I would join him. I stabbed my shovel into the earth.
“Huh? Why is it stuck?”
In fact, the shovel can’t budge at all. Originally, if I put my weight onto it, I should be able to lift the soil. Did the shovel get caught on something?
After a few more moments of struggle, I gave up trying to lift the soil, and instead opted for pulling out the shovel. But I couldn’t do that either.
“Wait, what’s going on… here!?”
After exerting most of my strength, I felt the shovel budge. So I put even more power into it.
The next moment, the shovel slipped out.
I fell on my backside, and as the soil scattered high, I turned my head to protect my eyes.
It was not just the soil that fell onto me.
There was something heavy laying on my knees. The moment I opened my eyes, I screamed.
Sig: Wife is not very skillful with weapons… I will protect him and do hard labour so he doesn’t suffer injustice! ✧\(>o<)ﾉ✧
Sig: Hm? Wife is already in danger!? (´⊙ω⊙`)！