In a world where rejuvenation and gods exist...

I suddenly had a thought.

"Sage-sensei. While I can hold a conversation to some extent thanks to you, what about units and proper nouns?"

<Solution. Since the decimal system is also common in this world, we directly convert it.>
<For distance, length, and weight, since the original standards are different, there is some approximation involved. For example, a 10-meter rope would strictly be an 8.98 Omus rope, so we approximate it as a 9 Omus rope.>
<Regarding proper nouns, we express them with relatively similar objects, but earlier examples like 'Nihongo' are impossible to express, so we simply pass on the sounds.>

The response was fuzzier and more convenient than I expected. Well, unless I'm constructing something precise, maybe there's no need to dwell too much on it.

<Notice. By confirming through 'recognition,' you can see that due to parallel conversion, Sage's skill 'Fua Common Language' is gradually growing.>

It's convenient that not only simultaneous translation but also native language skills are added. Oh, so this continent is called Fua?

"Akihiro-sama?"

Rizatia calls out to me, noticing I was muttering to myself.

"Eh... Well, since I'm not particularly great, could you refrain from the honorific? Just calling my name is fine. It’s a bit uncomfortable."

I don't have a preference for being called with an honorific by a girl and feeling happy about it. Definitely not.

Blushing deeply and looking down, Rizatia answers.

"Um, as per village rules, only wives are allowed to call men by their given names. For now, would it be okay if I called you Akihiro-san? It's not that I dislike calling you by your name."

I seem to have stepped on a landmine again without realizing it. That's how established facts are gradually built up.

"Frankly, I want to hear the truth. Honestly, I'm a 35-year-old middle-aged man. Plus, I'm in this chubby body shape. Is that okay for you to call me your husband?"

Negative tendencies start to surface. The other person is an adult, albeit a 15-year-old girl, with plenty of future ahead.

Then, she answers with a pouty and slightly angry face.

"As for age, I see you as being in your mid-20s, which is what I thought. Age doesn't matter. It's about how you are. As for body shape, fullness symbolizes wealth. There's no way I would dislike you because of your appearance."

Standards of beauty and ugliness differ depending on the place, don't they? I think men in the Heian period were like that too. But still, Asians tend to look younger, right?

"Regarding lifespan, there are means for rejuvenation. Let's make an effort to stay together as long as possible."

Huh? I feel like I've just found out something outrageous.

"Sage-sensei. Are there really means for rejuvenation?"

I ask in a whisper so she doesn't notice.

<Solution. Yes, they exist. There are medicines, devices, and miracles from gods that exist.>
<Additionally, some magic spells have functions related to this, and their existence is relatively easy to obtain.>

Ah. Another bombshell in the answer. There are gods here too. It's another world after all. I'll just not think about it for now. Don't think, don't think.

For now, let's compose myself and head back to the village. After that, when I tried to pack up, even processing a 110kg prey only compressed it down to around 80kg. Over three-quarters of the luggage is being carried by her. I'm carrying only 20kg worth of meat.

This is embarrassing. Carrying two bags of rice for over an hour is tough.

We head back to the village, taking frequent breaks. It takes more than two hours to reach the village, and the sky is starting to turn dusk.

"Welcome to Toruka Village. We welcome you."

Rizatia smiles warmly.