CH 97

Chapter 97. [Airport Hero]

A foreigner is desperately appealing to the lady at the reception desk.

Is that Punjabi?

It’s one of the official languages of the Republic of India.

The lady at the reception desk doesn’t understand the language and seems to be at a loss.

However, she will be able to solve the problem in time.

If I show her my passport, she knows my mother tongue.

It’s not Hindi or Indian English, but it’s not such a minor language… Well, maybe it is minor?

The sense of scale is a bit off due to my cheat-like translation ability.

Anyway, if you meticulously translate it with a smartphone. Eventually.

Sooner or later…

As I thought about it, the line kept getting longer and longer behind me.

<<<Hurry up!>>

[I’m in a hurry!]

The passengers behind me began to shout in frustration.

It seems that the airport is also suffering from a variety of problems. There was no sign of any help.

“Ah, damn.”

“Iroha-chan, where are you going?

“Hey, I’m helping someone.”

“Just helping someone out.”

I rushed from the side of the line to the receptionist. Let’s solve the problem and go home.

[Sir, what’s wrong? Oh? It’s Punjabi, right? Yeah, I understand, I understand. Ah, I see. ‘Miss, this person seems to have lost his interpreter, and his phone is broken…’]

Then we get some exchange, and the problem is solved.

The foreign traveler says [Thank you!],[Thank you!], as he left.

I feel like I’ve seen something like this before.

Yes, that was the first time. When I helped a lost foreigner in Japan without realizing he was speaking English…….

I’ve been having a lot of these feelings of déjà vu lately.

Especially since I witnessed my past body.

“Oh, I’m so tired. What’s wrong, mom”

My mother was staring at me.

Is there something strange? No, it’s just that she’s fluent in a foreign language, but that’s nothing new.

“No, it’s just. It’s just. it’s the first time I’ve seen you speak a foreign language like that. I realized once again how amazing you are.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

As it turns out, the only thing my mom knew about me was the stream and the English interview.

That was the first time she had seen me directly communicate with someone in a foreign language.

Well, that’s all settled.

I quickly went home.

{Ano, I’m sorry.}

“…. Ah~”

I turned around, and a foreign family was standing there, looking distressed.

I scratch my head, wondering what’s going on.

“Go ahead.”

“What?”

I let out an involuntary yelp.

My mother prefaced it with, “I don’t like this kind of thinking, but…” and then added.

“I don’t like to think about it this way.”

“We are all born with some kind of destiny, or in the process of living.”

What, suddenly? Religion?

As I was puzzled, she added, “That’s not it.”.

“You have something to do. There’s something only you can do. That’s all I’m saying. So don’t hesitate and go.”

No, that’s not it. It’s bothersome. “We’ll let Mom and Dad know we’ll be late.”, or something like that. Oh, okay.

That’s the kind of thing you can’t say no to, right?

“Okay.”

I gave up interpreting for the foreign family.

From there, as if in a chain of events, I was approached for advice one after another.

Many others were having language problems.

I was working as an assistant next to the receptionist.

The receptionist’s sister looked at me with her mouth open.

***

I was exhausted, lying down in the back seat of the car.

But I couldn’t fully rest.

“Hehehehe~, how do you like it, Iroha-chan? Does Mai’s thigh feel good?

“No, actually, this position is uncomfortable… Wait, what? Hey, drool is dripping on me!”

“Slurp. Sorry, it just happened.”

“Ugh, seriously…”

The lady at the reception was surprised.

Well, it’s not surprising. A child like this can speak one foreign language after another.

I realized once again that I had mastered more languages than I had imagined.

And yet, there were still some languages I didn’t understand, reminding me of the vastness of the world.

No wonder the world is so hard to organize.

The fact that there are so many languages means that there are so many ways of thinking and feeling.

Language is culture. Culture is ideology. Ideology is qualia.

That is why the world is divided now.

If all human beings could understand each other, ——— if we could understand each other.

That would be a story from ancient times, the tale of the Tower of Babel.

That’s why…

“What’s wrong, Iroha-chan?”

“Huh?”

“You looked like you were smiling or something. That’s how it felt.”

Me? I wasn’t aware of it.

But now that she mentions it, you’re right. Helping people is just a way of spending unnecessary energy and time.

But why?

I felt a sense of fulfillment.

Somehow, I felt that this action was close to the “answer.

I had always felt that I had something to do, something I had left undone.

Yes, it’s still not related to VTubers, but it’s still a part of —–.