“Yeah. Papa and I both saw him, it's definitely him.”
“He's not as big as I thought.”
“Everyone, we have to greet him properly or sensei will get mad at us.”
“Hello, Blue Knight.”
“Hello.”
However, the kids surrounded him and began talking about something. They weren't so much as glancing at the chicken in the oven. That made Koutarou stumble. If they weren't here for food, then he wasn't sure why they had come.
“Just what did you come here for?”
All he could manage was tilt his head in confusion.
“What is he saying?”
“Ah, could it be that he doesn't understand what we're saying?”
“They spoke a different language in the past, didn't they?”
“Doesn't anyone speak old Forthorthe?”
“I know a little! I studied it together with my sister!”
“Good, then try talking to him!”
“Okay. Then... 'Nice to meet you, I am Myuraua.'”
However, amongst the children there was one girl who could speak a language Koutarou could understand. She was speaking old Forthorthe, the common language used 2,000 years ago. Having spent several months in the past, Koutarou had a somewhat decent understanding of the language. Having finally found a means to communicate, Koutarou responded in old Forthorthe.
“Hello Myuraua.”
“He understood it! He said hello!”
“Try talking some more to him!”
“Ask him if he's the real Blue Knight!”
“Okay, I'll try. 'Are you the Blue Knight?'”
“Hmm... I am the Blue Knight, but I am princess Theiamillis's Blue Knight.”
Koutarou honestly answered the question.
“It was hard for me to understand, but it seems like he really is the Blue Knight.”
But unfortunately, the girl's understanding was imperfect, and Koutarou's intentions weren't properly conveyed.
“It's the real one!”
“I told you!”
“Sorry.”
“I want to take a picture of the Blue Knight! I'll brag about it to everyone!”
“Me too! Myu, ask him!”
“Wait a second... 'You, us, make portrait!”
“Portrait?”
Koutarou was confused by the seemingly random word. But once he saw the small device one of the boys was pointing towards him, he understood its meaning.
I see. Picture wasn't a word back then.
The boy was holding a camera. It was a cutting edge camera from Forthorthe, but its shape and size was similar to the ones on Earth. He had also seen Theia and Clan use them, so he quickly realized that it was a camera.
“I don't really mind...”
Koutarou figured that the children only wanted to take a picture of the alien that had become Theia's vassal. He never suspected that the children, and the adults too, were completely convinced that he was the Blue Knight.
“'Thank you!'”
“Alright! We get to take a picture with the Blue Knight!”
“Give one to me later too!”
“Sure!”
“Line up!”
“'Blue Knight! Come!'”
“H-Hey.”
The girl that had spoken to Koutarou grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a more open area in the kitchen. The children were going to take a photo there. However.
On the way there, the girl came into contact with a shelf. Koutarou and the others had flung that shelf open so they could cook. Inside it was a lot of cooking utensils, and the impact from the girl coming into contact with the shelf threw several of the cooking utensils off balance, making them start to fall towards the girl. Since these included both sharp and heavy utensils as well, it was a disaster in the making.
“Look out!!”
Koutarou was the first to notice it and brought out the spiritual energy within him. Thanks to Sanae clinging onto him on a daily basis, the spiritual energy strengthened his body in an instant.
Five things are falling!!
A kitchen knife, a pot, a frying pan, a large platter and a bottle of alcohol.
Koutarou started by reaching his hand out towards the knife. Since the blade was faced down and the knife was falling straight towards the girl, it was the biggest danger.
Koutarou grabbed the grip of the knife with his right hand and punched the pot with his left.
The impact sent the pot flying in a direction away from the children. Since it was such a large pot, the impact and pain from punching it that hard would have been quite considerable. If Koutarou hadn't focused spiritual energy into his fist, he would surely have screamed out in pain.