Chapter 313 – 313. Tourism
313. Tourism
Buaang.
A black sedan arrived at Namba Station. I asked for a drop off here because I thought it would be better to walk from Namba Station to feel more like a traveler.
“Then have a good trip.”
When I got off the black sedan, people’s eyes focused on me for a moment and then disappeared. It was a car that looked expensive at first glance, so I wondered who was riding it.
But the interest was short lived. Because this world was not free enough to give attention to strangers for a long time.
Of course, I was very interested in other people. Here, the other person means a pure beautiful girl.
“I feel like I forgot something.”
“What?”
I looked around the entrance of Namba Station. There were so many people that it made my head dizzy. Then, all of a sudden, I felt like I was forgetting something. I guess it was kind of important…
“Oh right.”
Come to think of it, I didn’t take care of the woman who fainted. Where did she go to that guy? Could it be that he escaped in the blink of an eye?
Or it could have just been dumped into the sea with the corpse. Or maybe he got caught up in a fight with Kenji Ito and died.
In any case, it was a bit disappointing. I thought it looked kind of cute. I was wondering what the murder mercenary’s pussy would taste like, but it’s a pity.
“Ouch. What’s the matter?”
“You are thinking of another woman right now!”
I was imagining what pussy would taste like, but ViewG tugged at my ear. She opened her eyes and barked at me to stop thinking about it and let’s go.
“Look at that. Are you an idol?”
Near Namba Station, I saw people busking on the street, just like in downtown Korea. However, unlike in Korea, all of the busking guys had a bunch of album CDs on display in the back.
Some of the dogs looked like idols. Women wearing sailor suits and dancing on a simple stage and singing. Seeing how few people gathered around them, it seemed that they were unpopular guys.
‘I can see why it’s not popular.’
It was an unusual sight, so I stopped and watched it for a while. However, I didn’t pay much attention to them because they didn’t look like aspiring idols, so we, like everyone else, passed them by and went to see their business.
“But there are a lot of real people.”
“I know.”
Beauji looked around her stretched head. It’s her first time in Japan, and everything she sees is strange, but she makes a fuss when she sees takoyaki sold on the street.
We ate takoyaki and headed to Dotonbori. After walking for about 10 minutes following the map, I came across a bridge with a picture of a man running with his arms wide open.
“And! Look at that! That’s the Glico Award!”
“Ohh.”
It was amazing to see what I had only seen in pictures. But my impressions were just there. I just gave it a glance and moved on again.
“Hey! Where?”
“You should eat soon. There is a Gyukatsu house near here…”
“I have to take a picture!”
“To…”
Byuji grabbed me and took out her cell phone. She is a view who takes commemorative photos with an app that recognizes whether she is snow or snow man. I filmed while leaning against the railing of the bridge, while standing in the middle of the bridge, and filmed a lot.
“Hmm…”
I think I took 10 shots, but it seems that something is missing. Thinking of asking people passing by her street to take pictures of her, she started looking for an easy-going partner.
“What do you mean to take a picture in Japanese?”
“Are there only Japanese here? You can ask a Korean.”
I glanced at the passers-by and looked for someone who looked like a Korean. Then, an Asian aunt and uncle wearing sunglasses caught my eye. Middle-aged people wearing sunglasses in tourist spots in Japan are 99% Korean. Without hesitation, I greeted her in Korean.
“Hello.”
“Yes? Wow, what a surprise.”
“Could you please take a picture of us?”
As expected, he was Korean. To quickly get out of photo hell, I asked her aunt if she could take a picture for me. Like a middle-aged woman, she gave permission right away.
“Come on, smile. Why is the man’s expression hardened? Kimchi~.”
With the help of Ajimae, I took a few more pictures using various backgrounds as scenery. And after taking some pictures of the aunt and uncle, we finally moved to eat.
“Let’s go over there. They say that’s a restaurant.”
We moved to the restaurant we saw on the blog. It was a donburi restaurant that served generous portions of chashu, but there was a waiting time even though it was a little past lunchtime.
‘There are only fucking Koreans.’
I spent my waiting time chatting with Beauzie or using my cell phone. While doing so, I looked at the faces of the people waiting, and except for a few people, they were all Korean. All of them were people who came to see the blog reviews.
Something didn’t feel right. I came to Japan at most, but to see the Koreans I always see again. Only then is it no different from going to a Japanese restaurant in Korea.
I was just going to discover another restaurant, but the waiting time was a waste, so I just waited all the time. Giving up sunk costs is a reasonable choice, but sometimes humans are forced into an irrational reality.
As if the author of the novel I was reading was late for playing a game, or I couldn’t succumb to the irrational reality that I couldn’t force serialization even if I took a break…
“What do you do?”
Like a restaurant where a lot of Koreans come, the menu was written in Korean. We ate the most expensive one. It is common knowledge that the more expensive the better. After all, it was a lot of money. It’s not my money, it’s ViewG’s money, though.
No, since you are in Japan, would you be able to use a Visa card?
“It tastes good.”
I’m glad it wasn’t just a review. It was quite tasty for a crowd of Koreans. Hearty chashu that comes with every spoonful. The harmony between the salty and sticky chashu and the savory grains of rice is excellent.
After taking a bite of the chashu rice bowl, I washed away the heavy taste of the rice bowl with cola. The sweet carbonic acid washed away the taste of the rice bowl and gave a great pleasure. This is sex
“Knock it off.”
“Oh, dirty.”
After I emptied a bowl of rice, I thanked him. After eating a fried shrimp for dessert, we headed out.
“What do I do now?”
“We should go sightseeing!”
I’ll give you a stomachache once. We started to look around the pre-arranged tour course. First, while walking around Dotonbori, I saw various people and foreign streets. Beauji seemed to be extremely excited and chattered without stopping for a second.
“Look over there. I think that’s Don Quixote. Let’s go buy some food over there before it’s over!”
“Why?”
“If you buy it, you buy it! Do you keep coming back?”
“Yes.”
He was so excited that he was cute like a child. I followed her around, matching her mood to her rough-and-tumble views. It was fun to take a walk anyway.
“Look at that. It’s a casino! Let’s go in!”
Byuji found a casino. ViewG, who lives in Sillim-dong, turns her eyes to a casino in Japan. I was also interested in the casino, so she quickly followed suit.
A casino lit up with blue and purple, dismal colored lights. Seeing something unusual, we looked around our heads with a cheeky expression.
“If you put money in here, they’ll turn it into beads.”
View paper to put bills in a large 1,000-yen place. As soon as the bill was inserted, hundreds of marbles came pouring out.
“Kyaaak! What?”
Too many marbles flowed out of the machine. We frantically picked up the marbles and stuffed them into our pockets. There were too many to pick up, leaving a few marbles in the mechanism.
I was thinking about how to handle this, but there was no need to worry. Because the gamblers hanging around the converters picked up what we left behind. It seemed that there were quite a lot of cases where tourists spilled like this.
Gambling addicts were all holding a red box. Looking around, I saw a bunch of red boxes hanging in the distance. Maybe I should have brought it from there.
We got the boxes by letting the gambling addicts take care of the spilled marbles. And I went to gamble.
“Ohh.”
There was a slot machine that was only seen in cartoons or anime. We sat down, inserted the marbles, and pressed the button. It was a simple act of inserting a marble and pressing a button, but it was strangely addictive.
“Oh, I won!”
The marbles came pouring out with a piercing sound. The amount seems quite large, but considering that more than 1,000 pieces were poured out for 1,000 yen, it would be a small amount in terms of actual money.
Since it is located in a tourist area, it seemed soft. Maybe that’s why, it was a little fun at first, but I quickly lost interest.
“Shall we go?”
“Huh.”
Byuji, who was spinning the slot with empty eyes, stood up. There seemed to be a counter that changed beads and cash far away, but I didn’t bother to change it. We only took a few marbles as souvenirs and left the rest there. Hyenas will pick it up on their own.
“Let’s go to Den Den Town now.”
“Aren’t you going to look around here?”
“I will come back later at night! They say Dotonbori is more beautiful at night than during the day.”
Beauji happily ponders where to go while looking at her phone. I enjoyed sightseeing in Osaka, doing everything Beauji told me to do.
