Dungeon's Final Boss: Banished by My Boss, the Goddess, to Earth—So I'll Continue My Past Life - 86

Chapter 86: While We’re Already Here

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“This kind of opportunity doesn’t come often, so why not use the chance to hold something like a social gathering as well while we’re all already here?”

Minister Niitaka, who arrived later, made the suggestion. Apparently, none of them had made other plans for the day, since they didn’t know how long the skill acquisition process would take.

“In that case, how about this place?”

With that, Samejima-san proposed the Ginza super sento (public bathhouse) they had used before.

I guess she really likes super sento, huh? But would the others really be okay with that?

“There’s a super sento in Ginza? That’s hilarious. Nothing beats a beer after a good soak!”

Tougo Shimazu immediately latched onto the idea.

“Piro-chan, you coming too?”

“A super sento? I’ve never been there, but I do like baths.”

“Then let’s go together! You too, Mimimi!”

“Y-Yes!”

Since Youki Nijou had already gotten along well with Piroane and Mimimi during skill training, the three of them happily agreed. And as for Shin Mouri…

“…Sounds nice. Let’s go.”

He nodded after a moment of deep thought. No one opposed the idea.

Since it was a spur-of-the-moment plan, of course, they couldn’t rent the place out. We all headed to the sento by taxi, walking inside while attracting curious glances from the other patrons.

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Youki Nijou let out a “Mmmngh” sound.

It had been obvious even when everyone was still clothed. A mysterious Caucasian-looking beauty (technically Japanese by nationality, though her heritage said otherwise) and a niche-favorite D-Tuber with an overwhelming cult following.

She had figured as much back when they were dressed. It would be absurd to believe otherwise. There was simply no such thing as a “surprise pad drop” moment with those two.

“I guess we’re the last people who should be talking about this, but…”

Rinko Samejima, undressing beside her, muttered.

“If there’s a god who designed each person’s ‘individuality,’ I’d like to make them sit in seiza for three days while I lecture them.”

“Preach~~”

Youki nodded instinctively.

Of course, the ones they were looking at were Piroane and Mimimi. Even among Japanese standards, Mimimi was in an ultra-rare size bracket—and Piroane was no slouch either. Her toned abs (a clear sign of an Awakened one) supported a rich, ample bust. She was, as one might say, the bombastic-type.

“……”

After witnessing the sheer magnitude of those two, Youki looked down at her own chest and felt a sharp pang of sorrow. She fully understood Rinko’s urge to chew out the god who designed each person’s individuality.

“Uh… Let’s go to the bath.”

“Exactly. No need to be down just because you don’t compare to my beauty.”

“Pip! Piroane-san!”

“Well, I am a goddess, after all.”

“That confidence is amazing, Piro-chan…”

With a dry laugh, Youki followed Piroane. Behind them, the other two silently thought to themselves.

“She’s not wrong, though.”

Since they were there anyway, they decided to enjoy some different baths from last time.

Tougo went back and forth between the sauna and the cold bath multiple times, while Shin soaked for five minutes and then got out.

He mumbled something like “Post-bath look…”—whatever that meant. It wasn’t worth dwelling on, so I decided to enjoy the hot water thoroughly. In the end, I left the bath at the same time as Tougo, and we were the last ones to head to the dining area.

“You’re late!”

Already deep into her drinks, Samejima-san raised her empty beer mug in mock protest. It was completely empty.

“Oh, Rinko’s already buzzed. I’ll take a draft beer too.”

“I’ll have one as well.”

“You adults are having too much fun without me!”

Youki, the lone underage member, pouted playfully as she picked at some sashimi. It seemed she was enjoying herself in her own way.

“I like alcohol too, but I prefer eating. Oh! I’ll take more karaage, simmered fish, and a Caesar salad, please!”

“Mimimi, you eat too much. Oh, and I’ll have another glass of red wine.”

Mimimi and Piroane were clearly enjoying themselves. And as for Shin…

“…Nice.”

He said that while gazing through his gin and tonic glass.

He really is a mysterious guy.

“You know, suddenly getting two S-Class additions is kinda unfair to Tokyo.”

A few drinks in, Tougo brought it up.

“I’ve been running those instant-clear dungeon missions all by myself, you know?”

Youki nodded vigorously beside him.

“I feel the same. I want Piro-chan to come to our region.”

“By all means.”

“Huh? Really!?”

I agreed reflexively, but… Well, I honestly didn’t mind.

“Wait, seriously!?”

Even Shin reacted for some reason.

“No way! You can’t have Piro-chan!”

“Guh… Well then…Ah, uh… never mind.”

Shin suddenly looked at Mimimi and slammed his forehead against the table.

“W-Wait, huh? Is that… Really okay?”

Already tipsy from red wine, Piroane just laughed as she hugged Youki. Mimimi, who wasn’t quite drunk yet, looked confused. Then she looked at me… And for some reason, at Rinko.

Haha, no way… Could she be worried about Piroane? Well, I think she’s learned enough about modern society. It’s probably okay to let her be independent now.

“No!”

“Rinko-san!?”

Slamming her beer mug on the table, Rinko shouted.

“Jiro is mine!”

“Rinko-san!?!?”

Samejima-san said something bizarre, clearly startling Mimimi.

Yep, everyone is definitely drunk.

“Heh~~?”

“…Ah!”

“I misspoke. Hasegawa is an essential asset for Tokyo.”

Being stared at by a grinning Tougo, Samejima-san cleared her throat and corrected herself. I had no idea what she was correcting, but it was a good time to step in.

“Haha, well, if it’s during downtime, I wouldn’t mind lending a hand.”

“Seriously?”

“…I’m deeply interested in that notion.”

Tougo Shimazu, Youki Nijou, and Shin Mouri said in succession.

All three were either running or affiliated with dungeon exploration companies. It wouldn’t hurt to blend in with them and help boost the level of other Awakened ones. And so, we continued our fun little drinking party together.

…And the next day.

I remembered having a good time drinking, but I had no recollection of when the party actually ended, but apparently, we had discussed work at some point. My phone’s schedule app clearly had plans written down for an upcoming expedition to the countryside.

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