Chapter 47: Store Summoning 7

The day after Balay-san forged the Magic Sword, the crest on my right hand leveled up again. I guess this really is because I completed an event from the Jean route. However, whether this is because the Magic Sword was passed to Jean, or because I had Balay-san make a Magic Sword, is a subtle point I don’t understand. Or perhaps, does it level up simply by reaching a scene like a CG still? Hmm, but there are some simple landscape CGs, and there are events without CGs too. Well, whatever. This time it couldn’t be helped, but from now on, I’ll try to avoid capture target events as much as possible and aim for minor events around the common route. If there’s a chance, that is. Accustomed to me receiving blessings from Samonia, Father, Mother, and Estelle, who came for early morning training, accompanied me to the usual summoning ground. Bianca and Julia seem to want to train as much as possible for the match, so they remained at the training ground. I think they could rest a little, though… Now, I feel like it’s about time a store I desire is summoned. How about it, Samonia-sama! To put it bluntly, I want to eat rice. I haven’t eaten rice since coming to this world. I doubt it even exists. I didn’t see it when traveling with the apothecary grandmother, so I assume neighboring countries don’t have it either. It might exist in a more distant country, but I don’t know if that’s the rice I’m looking for. Then it might be faster to summon a store that handles rice with [Store Summoning]. A convenience store, restaurant, set meal shop, beef bowl shop, curry shop, or even just a rice shop is fine. Please, rice for me! Give me rice!

“[Store Summoning]!”

Putting all such feelings into it, I summon the store. Mm! It’s reasonably big! Did a restaurant come!? When the dazzling light subsided and I saw the blue sign in front of me, I slumped to my knees. This shop… Capsule toy vending machines lined up at the storefront. Numerous small boxes visible through the wall-to-wall glass windows. No matter how you look at it, it’s not a restaurant. The characters written on the sign were ‘Date Model Shop’. It’s a model shop that was near my vocational school in my previous life. The design department I attended had classes called 3D Modeling. I’ve bought materials and paints for that…

“Sakuraile, what is this shop?” “Umm… it’s a model shop. They sell small models you assemble yourself…” “Models, you mean… like replicas of buildings or ships before they’re built?”

Yeah, well, that’s correct. This shop probably has models of ships and houses too. However, the majority are models of things that don’t exist in this world, or even in the original world… Like robots or space battleships.

“It’s that, right? The ones at the candy store that become armored dolls when assembled?” “Yes, that’s right. It’s a specialty store for things like that.”

Mother spoke proudly. By armored dolls, she probably means robot plastic models. Since cheap plastic models were also available at the candy store, she should understand what they are.

“Ah, this cat doll is cute!”

Estelle is engrossed in one of the capsule toy machines at the storefront. It is cute, but that costs 200 yen a pop, so that’s 2000 yen in this world’s money, you know? Even hearing my warning, Estelle seemed to want that cat capsule toy and was turning the handle—gachari gachari—after putting in her allowance. Estelle, delighted with the cat capsule toy that came out, put in two more copper coins and turned it again—gachari, gachari. Huh? Did she not get the one she wanted?

“This is for Bianca-san. I think she’ll definitely want it.”

It seems it was a souvenir for Bianca. Those two really became good friends after all. The heroine and the villainess being friends is impossible in the game… no, well, that’s the same for me and Estelle. Passing through the automatic door, we enter the store. Inside the store, boxes of various plastic models were crammed in tight. The majority are robot anime plastic models, but there are also cars, bikes, airplanes, and battleships. In the back, brushes, paints, and other small items used for model making are sold. Ah, I have to warn them about dangerous things like instant glue and thinner. Picking up a plastic model box in the store and staring at it, Father groaned.

“Uumu… this looks like a very sturdy building. Is this perhaps a fortress?” “Mm, umm… this is a castle. Kumamoto Castle.”

If I recall correctly, Kumamoto Castle was called ‘impregnable’. It might not be unreasonable for Father to feel that way. Opening the box and looking at the contents, Father, who had been impressed by the box art, furrowed his brows.

“…If you assemble this, it becomes this castle? It doesn’t look like it at all… Will it return to its original form if I use my ‘Gift’?” “No, this is made in pieces from the start, so even if you cast [Object Repair], it won’t return to the original form.”

I see, if Father uses his ‘Gift’ [Object Repair], he can revert failures in construction or painting. Surprisingly, Father might be suited for model making. But the instructions are completely written in Japanese. However, people here can read numbers, and they can somewhat understand from the pictures alone, so I think assembling it isn’t impossible.

“How should I put it… it’s a mysterious shop. I feel overwhelmed by things I’ve never seen before…”

Estelle said such a thing. Well, cars, bikes, tanks, airplanes, rockets, and even spaceships—it’s all incomprehensible things to people of this world. Mother seemed more interested in brushes and paints than plastic models. She seems curious about small plastic bottles and probably disposable vinyl gloves to keep paint off hands.

“Is this flying in the sky? Does the other world have such vehicles that fly in the sky…”

Father is impressed looking at a fighter jet plastic model box. There are vehicles that fly in the sky in this world too, but they are airships from a lost ancient civilization called Magic Airships. The speed is far below the fighter jet Father is holding, and flying requires a large amount of magic stones, so they can’t be flown easily. Ah, magic stones are crystalline bodies found inside magic beasts, translucent ores where magic power is accumulated. They are used as batteries as is, or melted and crushed for various uses. Convenient stones used for the cores of magic tools. These magic stones, depending on their rank, are traded for quite a price. In other words, Magic Airships are money pits, and can’t be flown without good reason. I hear rumors that the Empire is developing Magic Airships that can fly without magic stones, but is it true? To me, that’s just a normal airship. Won’t it explode? Well, magic stone talk doesn’t matter. For now, deciding to try making something, I bought simple deformed car plastic models that seemed makeable even for beginners, enough for everyone. Since they’ve seen the kitchen car, they don’t seem to feel that much strangeness towards cars. That said, I’ve never made a plastic model myself. No, there was one time. Around the third grade of elementary school, I remember making one for my younger cousin. I thought, ‘If you can’t make it yourself, don’t buy it.’ What I made then was an anime robot, but this deformed car looks easier than that. This was a kit that didn’t require glue, so I think it’s even easier. Few parts, and it’s the type where you just stick stickers on after completion without painting. Since there was a work space in the store, we decided to make them here. Two large tables, tools for assembly—it’s convenient.

“First, look at this instruction manual and assemble in order. Look, these first two parts. Cut out A3 and A4 with these nippers…”

Following the instructions, I cut the two parts from the runner and snapped them together—pachin. Everyone also deftly cut out parts and snapped them together—pachin pachin. Father was impressed by the sharpness of the nippers, though. After teaching them to some extent, everyone seemed to understand what plastic models were, and could proceed with assembly without my explanation. I also silently assembled my car. I wonder why, doing detailed work like this naturally makes you silent.

“Done!”

The first one to finish was Father. He’s unexpectedly dexterous. Holding the completed car in his hand, Father looked at it from various angles. At that childlike behavior, I found it a bit funny and laughed. Looking to the side, Mother was laughing just like me. Everyone was able to complete the deformed cars without any major problems. As expected, the precision of Japanese models is said to be the best in the world. Even beginners could assemble them easily.

“I see, so this is how models are made. This is not for practical use, but for appreciation.” “It’s also for enjoying the fun of assembly and how realistically… how close to the real thing you can make it. It’s a type of hobby enjoyed individually.”

This shop might not be very useful in this world. Since plastic models are originally hobby items, unless that hobby spreads, there aren’t many people who want them. Even if I try to spread it, it’s difficult to spread incomprehensible robots or cars to people here. Maybe sailing ships would sell? That’s about it. But I feel like sailing ship plastic models can’t be made without a certain degree of skill. Other than that, brushes and paints? If anything, I think tweezers, nippers, cutters, and glue would sell better than plastic models.

“Personally, I liked it. Assembling one by one to complete it is quite fun. You also feel affection for something you made yourself.”

Father seems to have liked the plastic model. Is it that? Even in another world, do boys have interest in similar things? To such Father, I thoroughly taught the precautions regarding glue, paint, thinner, etc. Well, just reading aloud what’s written in the instruction manual. Ventilation and fire—if you aren’t careful with those, it can be disastrous. I’ll write out these precautions in the letters of this world and hand them to him. Since there are dangerous chemicals in this world too, I think he will be careful with handling them. Needless to say, later on, cars, bikes, robots, and such were lined up one after another in the room of Father, who got hooked on plastic models.