Hunter x Hunter: Call Me Master Inventor

The little girl, who was always quiet and reserved, was now carefully stepping into the rice paddy, just like Bon Clay...

Although the movements were stiff and clumsy, they were indeed trying to plant the seedlings in the soil.

Uvogin was silent for two seconds, then bared his teeth.

If Machi can do it, why can't Uvogin?

"Fine, I'll insert it!"

He yelled, as if to encourage himself, and then strode into the muddy field, splashing mud everywhere.

"Hey! You're big, go over there! Don't squeeze in!"

"Stand it straight! What kind of mess is this, leaning all over the place like this!"

"Leave some space between the seedlings! Otherwise they won't grow properly!"

Under von Clay's incessant instructions, Uvogin worked up a sweat.

Normally, anyone who dared to speak to him like that would have their head ripped off long ago.

But in this strange rice paddy, faced with this incomprehensible situation, he actually did as he was told.

The three of them worked up a flurry of activity and finally managed to plant rice seedlings all over the small field.

Although the rows and columns are crooked and the depth varies, at least they are all standing.

"Preliminary completion!"

von Clay wiped the sweat from his brow...

Looking behind him, he saw two future members of the pilgrimage group, also covered in mud, as if they had just been pulled out of a mud pit.

"It should take about two hours to harvest."

Two hours?

Uvogin and Machi both looked up at the same time.

I looked at the little sun on the roof, radiating a warm red light, and the little white cloud drifting slowly beside it.

Then look at the muddy field beneath my feet and that strange purple machine...

All of this feels so unreal.

But Uvogin looked at the lush green seedlings he had planted himself...

For some reason, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside me.

He grinned, revealing a slightly silly smile.

The following time seemed to be fast-forwarded.

With the perfect coordination of a miniature sun and bottled cumulonimbus clouds...

The rice seedlings in the field are growing taller, heading, and turning yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Uvogin and Machi stared intently.

Watching the green turn to golden yellow, watching the heavy ears of rice bend the stalks.

Two hours later, a golden, plump, and drooping field of ripe rice appeared.

It appeared unexpectedly in this dilapidated house in Meteor City, exuding the unique, comforting aroma of grains.

Uvogin swallowed hard, his stomach growling even louder.

"This...this is what we grew?!"

Uvogin watched as the rice ears turned from green to golden yellow...

That exhilarating feeling of creating something with your own hands, waiting for it to happen, and finally reaping the rewards...

It felt like a surge of heat coursing through his body, more exhilarating than winning ten fights!

Machi remained silent, but the corners of her tightly pursed lips turned up slightly, and her eyes brightened a bit more than usual.

"Just one last step!"

Then, as if by magic, von Clay produced two small sickles and handed them to the two men.

"Just cut the rice and stuff it into the chimney at the top of the machine."

At this point, there's no need for any further prompting.

Uvogin stepped into the rice paddy again with great enthusiasm, followed closely by Machi.

The golden, heavy ears of rice are right before my eyes...

The fresh scent of grains filled my nostrils, and my already empty stomach protested even louder.

Click!Click!Click!

The sound of sickles being swung echoed in the dilapidated house, carrying a strange rhythm.

Soon, bundles of rice with straw were piled up at von Clay's feet.

"The machine automatically husks, steams, and shapes the rice..."

As he explained, von Klay stuffed rice grains into the inlet at the top of the machine and then pulled down the lever.

A slight humming and vibration came from inside the machine.

When Uvogin and Machi finished harvesting the last handful of rice and climbed out of the paddy field covered in mud, they saw—

puff.

A square, steaming hot, and fragrant sticky rice cake...

It slid out of the exit at the bottom of the machine!

Then, the second piece, the third piece... the sticky rice cakes popped out one after another, like a queue.

"Well……"

Von Clay picked up a piece, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

The soft, sweet taste melts on the tongue, carrying the warmth of freshly baked.

"It tastes pretty good!"

He squinted and nodded to the two of them.

Uvogin: "..."

Machi: "..."

Clang! The two men dropped their sickles and pounced on the attack like hungry tigers.

Uvogin grabbed three pieces of sticky rice cake with one hand and stuffed them directly into his mouth...

His cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, and he mumbled indistinctly:

"So...delicious!"

He chewed so fast that it was as if a sticky rice cake had just slid out of the machine and was already in his mouth the next second.

Machi ate more politely, but she still took small bites constantly, her cheeks bulging out.

"It tastes better than what's served at church."

She took a moment to say something; this was the second thing she had said that day.

"Do it yourself, and you'll have plenty to eat and wear; the taste will definitely be different!"

Von Clay ate slowly, but in his mind he was thinking:

It's delicious, but a bit dry. Next time I'll have to bring some drinks with it.

Uvogin and Machi were too busy eating to even exchange a word.

Von Clay noticed a small counting screen on the side of the wishing rice cake machine...

The numbers above fluctuate: Output completed / Total projected output.

Ultimately, the number stopped at 207/259.

Because the two were unfamiliar with the techniques, they lost some of their harvest.

However, two hundred yuan is enough.

Seeing Uvogin's swift and decisive actions, von Clay wisely abandoned the idea of ​​"splitting it equally".

This big, clumsy guy clearly had no intention of leaving any chance for the food to survive.

Finally, when the last piece of sticky rice cake slid out...

And then Uvogin swiftly snatched it away and stuffed it into his mouth.

Only the sounds of satisfied chewing and a loud burp remained in the dilapidated house.

"belch……"

Uvogin patted his belly, looking quite content.

"That felt great! That felt so good!"

He instinctively wanted to find a stick to pick his teeth, but after looking around, he only saw broken walls and tiles, so he had to give up.

Machi wiped the sticky rice cake residue from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

Then, those clear eyes fixed intently on von Clay.

Once a person is full, their brain starts to work.

Who is this kid in front of me with his strange makeup and even stranger behavior?

Why did he invite them to dinner?

What exactly are those machines and props that appeared out of nowhere?

All of this exudes a strong sense of the unusual.

Although Uvogin is carefree, he is not naive.

Unlike Machi, he didn't remain silent. He wiped his mouth and asked directly:

"My name is Uvogin, and her name is Machi."

"Machi Komachini".

Machi added her full name.

"Okay, I'm the one who doesn't have a surname."

Uvogin shrugged.

"Von Clay".

Von Klay raised his pinky finger and announced his name.

"Von Clay? You don't even have a surname?"

Uvogin was actually amused...

"Just like me!"

Von Clay didn't bother explaining the differences between Eastern and Western names; he simply smiled.

"Anyway, thanks, von Clay!"

Uvogin pointed to himself with his thumb and said with great pride:

"From now on, in this area, just mention my name, Uncle Ukrainian, and I'll protect you!"