: Asagi
: Long Story Short, I'm Living in the Mountains: Volume 4
: J-Novel Club
: 9781718340305
: 1
: CHF 5.90
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: Fantasy
: English
: 250
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With autumn leaves falling and snowfall just around the corner, Shohei Sano prepares for his first winter in the mountains. Among his chief concerns is preserving and storing enough food for his household, but the local hunters and his trusty chicken pals have a plan: They're going boar hunting! After all, wild boar hot pot is a perfect cold-weather food! Before the snow hits, Sano visits the highest point on his property and discovers a small dilapidated shrine. When he finds out that it's dedicated to the god of his mountain, he decides to rebuild it to thank the god for watching over his home and community. Then Sano meets an energetic newcomer to the village who ends up being...Katsuragi-san's sister?! What's she doing in the mountains? Though the days are growing colder, winter life for Sano and his chickens is just starting to heat up!

Suddenly, I felt a soft, gentle breeze blow. Yuma followed it with her eyes.Was that the god, maybe?

We were up high enough that I didn’t get any phone signal, understandably. “Yuma, let’s go back down.”

“Okay.”

Maybe I’ll build a small torii gate here... What do you need for a hokora, anyway? What would be the object of worship in this case? Or maybe there isn’t one, and the whole mountain itself is the god? Dunno.

We retraced our steps cautiously until we were, at last, back at the cemetery. I washed my hands in the river—one of the most convenient things about my mountain was the abundance of water.

“I’m beat...” Needless to say, climbing the mountain had taken a toll on me physically, but there was also a mental component, what with the whole god thing.

I checked around the graves again for any spots in need of cleaning before going back home.

“So therewas a god here after all...”

Aikawa-san had once mentioned that there was something similar on his mountain—when he’d asked the previous owner of his mountain about graves, he’d been told that there were some near a small hokora to the god of that mountain. It made sense,