v1c1 part1 (1/2)

Episode 1: The smell of other world from the innocent mirror (1/2)

It might be due to the soaring number of people involved in the same trading line as brokers, it has become increasingly harder to locate rare books.

Likewise, it is also relentlessly difficult to find some great bargains at the flea market.

Since the weekly flea market carried out at the shrine in the neighbourhood is run by professional merchants, there is no longer profit to earn there.

Thus the only remaining method, is to acquire them by traveling from one private residence to another in this province. This method is mentally exhausting since good communication skill is an utmost necessity in carrying it out. Although, the profit gained is huge if one knows what he’s doing…..

“d.a.m.n………There are more and more worthless piece of s.h.i.+t nowadays. This is all because of them. If I was the only sc.u.m around, I will be able to make a living by exploiting all those serious-minded people……” [Jirou]

I cursed as I continue driving the K-car. 1I was purely venting out my frustrations at this moment.

Since early this morning, I have been searching high and low for great bargains in the flea market, combed through several large-scale second-hand bookstore chains and purchased goods from the merchants whom I got acquainted with halfway through in the flea market. Nevertheless, the level of goods that can be acquired left were much to be desired……it would be great if I could earn at least around 5000 yen from them.

“Not to mention, my card payment for next month exceeds 60,000 yen…….” [Jirou]

My current fortune amounted to a mere 20,000 yen. I am on the brink of getting checkmated now. How did it come to this………

Regardless of how I look at it, this was the result of over-expenditure on my internet shopping.

It was my fault for overdoing it little by little without a care in the world. It was also my fault for not being able to suppress my troublesome overwhelmingly materialistic desire that blazes up whenever I see something that I want………

Why the heck did I buy that f.u.c.kingly expensive SLR camera even though it was my first one? What was the point of purchasing something like a rice bread cooker even though I don’t have the habit of eating bread on my meals?………

It’s scary! My own greed is scary! It’s seriously frightening how I have the optimism of a platinum member card holder despite being a NEET myself!

—-At any rate, I need more things to sell now.

If the worse comes to the worst, I could also dispose of the other items-chan that I have selfishly bought to break even. That is one of the methods but……….

I drove through the back street from the flea market and onto the highway along the mountain.

Since it has come to this, I have no other choice than to rely on baa-chan.2 I’ve got nothing to lose anyway……

Baa-chan’s house is an old j.a.panese-style house built over a century ago. Even though the scale is smaller than one might expect, this one comes with a storehouse.

Generally, an old house with storage s.p.a.ce such as this would be the main battlefield for most antique dealers. There were a lot of them who had naturally paid her a visit but, baa-chan seemed to have turned them down flatly. As a result, the storehouse still remains untouched.

I might be able to get by for this month if she would sell even a few of her items. There is a possibility that great treasures were hidden in there as well. Even if there are no treasures among the items, there’s a good chance of selling the item at a high price by describing it as “new antique” — after all, that would be the first item acquired from her storehouse. However, recently there has been an increase in the number of ‘comrades’ who share the same idea in displaying their products as ‘new antiques’ as well, so this particular approach of misusing the term seems to have crumbled……..

“Baa-chan, I’m here to pay a visit—” [Jirou]

I hit the intercom once I reached her front gate. This style is pretty common in rural areas.

“Is it Jirou? You’re here just at the right time. I have something that I need your help with again.” [Baa-chan]

There was something that she requires from the local home centre so she needed someone to drive her there. Hence I gave her a lift there.

This request is not an unusual thing now since I am the only person staying nearby who has too much free time on his hands every day………

Upon returning, the original purpose of the visit has completely slipped my mind as I nearly accept 3000 yen as pocket money from her.

When I finally recalled it, I tried approaching baa-chan to negotiate with her about it.

“Baa-chan, I don’t need any pocket money but can I ask for something from you? Erm…..I understand that baa-chan truly cherished all the things but, I wonder if you can gift me just any single item from your storehouse….or something….” [Jirou]

I was fl.u.s.tered.

How should I put it….I was afraid that baa-chan might get angry.

“From the storehouse? The things in there are mostly things that I don’t use anymore. If you see anything you like feel free to take it. If it’s someone I don’t know then I definitely won’t allow it but a relative is a different story. There will be no one tidying up the storehouse after I die anyway.” [Baa-chan]

“Is it really alright?” [Jirou]

It seemed to be a needless worry but… maybe she’s the type who agrees easily to someone’s requests? It was somehow a bit of a let-down when she accepted it with ease.

I was handed the key to the storehouse from baa-chan and headed there. A st.u.r.dy wooden door with a huge padlock stood before me.

I pushed open the heavy door after unlocking it with the key.

The place beyond me was a room filled with hopes and dreams. A storehouse with all the untouched antiques that would make one drool. Namu namu. 3

Even I can’t help but to hold great expectation from this. Baa-chan did say that all the items in the storehouse were things that she doesn’t need anymore but—-

I searched through the storehouse with a flashlight in my hand.

“Uhiyoo….” [Jirou]

A strange voice escaped my throat at the sight of all the different kind of antiques around the place.

(……Nn? It appears that there are some great things here.)

After rummaging through the things for about an hour, I ascended the stairs to examine the old Paulownia cabinet on the second floor to see if there was anything concealed behind there.

“Is this a…..mirror?” [Jirou]

Judging from the layer of dust covering the surface, this mirror must have been left here for quite a long time. The heavy wooden frame looks really cool in its own way. The height seems to be around 170cm and the width is about 100cm. It looks quite huge. It might be more appropriate to call this a full length mirror.

There was nothing reflected in the mirror. Was it because the storehouse was too dark? Or has the surface clouded after being left unattended for many years?

“……What is it? It didn’t seem to be……because it was too old……” [Jirou]

When I tried lifting it up, it was lighter than I expected. I am not really knowledgeable about antique mirrors but, considering the hardness of the frame, the weight doesn’t seem natural. Is the frame hollow?