Doraemon for an imperfect world

Because his father passed away a year ago, as the eldest son, he must shoulder this responsibility.

boom--

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the top of the mountain.

"what sound?"

Tanjiro subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and vaguely heard someone calling for help.

Someone was killed?

Without thinking too much, Tanjiro put down the bamboo basket on his back and ran towards the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Doraemon, who had just walked out of the wormhole, slipped and fell directly into the snow.

"Ah ...

Doraemon was so cold that he couldn't help shivering again. He quickly hugged his arms with both hands and rubbed them hard, while looking around to find where he was.

No, we have to think of a solution quickly.

"That's why I hate winter."

Doraemon complained while quickly searching in his pockets:

"Reversal Cream! Once you apply this, cold and hot become reversed... No, you'll get burned by the snow."

"Getting angry is like heating up the stove! That's not right! I can't get angry in this situation!"

"It's so cold, so cold, so cold, what should I do?"

Just as Doraemon was anxiously searching for his props, wishing he could hide them in his pockets to avoid the cold, a young man's surprised voice came over:

"A raccoon cat monster?"

"I told you I'm not a raccoon cat, I'm a cat! A cat-shaped robot!"

Doraemon retorted tremblingly.

"Ah, sorry."

Although he didn't know what was going on, Tanjiro felt like he had accidentally offended the other person, so he took off his clothes and handed them over. "If you feel cold, put this on first."

"Huh? Then what are you going to do?"

"It's okay, I'm very strong."

Tanjiro said with a smile.

"No, no, no."

Doraemon shook his head vigorously and said, "You will definitely catch a cold if you keep doing this."

"Okay, it's okay."

Tanjiro smiled gently, then gently covered Doraemon with his clothes, and then asked curiously, "Are you the cat demon on this mountain?"

"Everyone says I'm a cat-shaped robot."

Doraemon couldn't help but grab the edge of his clothes. Although they were a bit worn out, they were indeed very warm.

Ah, I'm saved.

But is it really okay for him?

Doraemon thought with some worry.

"robot?"

Tanjiro had a bewildered expression.

"Well, what era is it now?"

Doraemon asked.

"Well, not long ago, Prince Yoshihito succeeded the Emperor and changed the era name to Taisho."

Tanjiro thought for a moment and said uncertainly.

"So, the period between World War I and World War II?"

Doraemon huddled in Tanjiro's clothes, feeling a bit like he was about to cry but unable to. "Really? How long will it take to get home?"

It's been so long, Nobita must be worried and unable to sleep, right?

"Are you lost?"

Tanjiro asked, squatting down.

"Well, I guess so."

Doraemon said dejectedly, "Although there is a way home, I don't know when I will get home."

"That's it."

Tanjiro couldn't help but empathize and said, "It must be very uncomfortable to worry about your family members missing you... By the way, why don't you just stay at my house for now?"

"Is it really possible?"

Doraemon asked in surprise.

Isn’t this child too kind?

Ah, it’s such a blessing to always meet kind-hearted people along the way.

"Yeah, of course."

Tanjiro laughed and said, "After all, it's really dangerous to leave you alone in such cold weather... Cats are out there."

"In that case, I won't be polite."

Doraemon stood up and said, "In return, if there's anything you need my help with, just let me know."

"Well, I see."

Tanjiro said, holding out his hand, "Let's go."

Doraemon held the other person's hand and walked together in the snow.

He is only about fourteen or fifteen years old, but why does he have so many calluses on his hands?

The Taisho era... well, even an era known for its democracy could not compare to the quality of life of modern people, not to mention that the infamous World War II was about to begin.

Tanjiro walked to his previous position, picked up his bamboo basket and put it on his back. Although he had not yet chopped enough firewood, this was the only way now.

"Amazing! Did you cut all these by yourself?"

Doraemon asked, "Is there no one else to help?"

"Because Mom and Nezuko have to take care of the other five brothers and sisters, I have to do it."

Tanjiro smiled and said, "This is also the responsibility of being the eldest son."

There was no mention of my father... Could it be that I said something I shouldn't have?

"That's hard work... By the way, let the axe and bamboo basket chop the wood themselves."

Doraemon's eyes lit up as he spoke, and he began to search his pockets carefully.

"Let the axe and bamboo basket chop the wood themselves?"

"Well, it's like this—Robomaru!"

Doraemon said, taking out a can of pink balls, and then took out two and stuck them on the axe and bamboo basket respectively. "Next, I'll ask you to help me chop wood."

After he finished speaking, he saw the two tools actually start to move out of thin air, jumping and chopping towards the tree by themselves.

Tanjiro's eyes widened at the sight.

Is this a witchcraft?

"Amazing!"

"Pretty cool, right?"

Doraemon puffed out his chest and said, "But you have to be polite to them, otherwise they will be unhappy and may even rebel."

Nobita once had a precedent of causing the mechamarus to rebel collectively because of his various excessive behaviors.

"I understand!"

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro immediately bowed respectfully to his axe and bamboo basket and said, "I'll leave the chopping of wood to you two."

Upon hearing this, the two props possessed by the mechanical pills immediately bent their bodies in satisfaction, as if nodding.

This child is much more polite than Nobita before.

So, after his emotional needs were met, Mechanical Maru naturally didn't mind helping share the task of chopping wood.

Arriving home, Tanjiro knocked on the door gently and walked in:

"I am back."

"Well, brother, why are you back so early today?"

Nezuko asked worriedly while holding her brother.

She knew her brother's character. He would never come back early unless something happened. Even if he had chopped enough firewood, he would definitely try his best.

"Well, actually, I met a homeless traveler in the mountains."

Tanjiro said, "Although he's not human, he's a very friendly friend—you see."

247

Chapter 247: Wu Can VS One Hundred Demons Night Parade.

"Hello."

Doraemon stood at the door of Kamado's house very obediently and greeted softly, "My name is Doraemon, please take care of me."

"Well, it's incredible, isn't it?"

Tanjiro stood aside with his hands facing Doraemon and said, "At first I thought someone who went up the mountain was killed, but then I found out it wasn't a human. But don't worry, Doraemon is not a bad person."

Tanjiro said this very confidently, because he felt that since Doraemon was worried that he would catch a cold when he wanted to share his clothes with it, and also offered to help him solve the problem of chopping wood, then it must not be a bad person. This is why he was willing to take it back to his home.

Nezuko blinked, first looked at her brother, then looked at Doraemon, and then looked at her brother again.

"Ah, um, hello."

Nezuko said somewhat bewilderedly, "My name is Nezuko, and this child is Rokuta."

"Tanjiro, are there any guests coming?"

As they were talking, Tanjiro's mother came out holding her child, and then she looked at Doraemon and suddenly froze in place.

She first looked at Tanjiro, and after confirming his expression, she chose to believe her son. After all, if he was a bad guy, Tanjiro would definitely not bring him home.

"I didn't expect there really are monsters?"

"Well, actually, I'm not a monster."

Doraemon explained, "But it's a little difficult to explain the concept of machinery, so it's okay to say I'm a monster."

"That's it."

Tanjiro's mother nodded slightly, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's a rare occasion for a guest to come to our house, and I don't have anything to offer you."

"No, no, no, I'm already very grateful to be taken in. How can I have the nerve to ask you to entertain me?"

Doraemon shook his head vigorously, then took out a pack of Dorayaki that the Mechanicus had given him from his pocket and handed it over. "It's just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

"smell good."

Tanjiro couldn't help but sniff, "Are there so many?"

"Someone gave it to me as a gift. There are so many of them that I definitely can't finish them all by myself."

Doraemon smiled and stuffed a bag of Dorayaki into each of Tanjiro and Nezuko's arms. "So you're welcome. There are still plenty."

"Anyway, come in first."

Tanjiro's mother turned slightly to signal Doraemon to come in.

"There are monsters."