Hi! Long time no see! I finally got around to doing chapter 6 of Itsuka Ma no Tsuku Yuugure Ni! (Someday in the Ma!Twilight! aka ItsukaMa), Novel 6! To be honest, I didn't really like this chapter because Yuuri was irritating me so I was dragging my feet with it... BUT! Themainreason this took so long was because this came in the mail recently:[Picture Spoiler]. Please excuse the Instagram quality.

I've had to work really hard to keep my hands off of these. Basically, this is Novel 7-10 and the one on the top left is the omnibus release of Gaiden 1 and 2 (KakkaMa and MusukoMa) + an extra story. No pictures though :( With the exception of when I skimmed through novel 7 a bunch of times while standing in the bookstore, I haven't read any of these so it's super exciting! I'm going to attempt to translate and read at the same time, but chances are I'll skip ahead (a lot). I'm conflicted on whether I should start with the gaiden or the main story....

ANYWAY! That's all for much later because I still have 5 more chapters in this novel.

Before we start, I'd just like to mention that because theres SO MANY PEOPLE TALKING while theyre in the room with the prisoners it might be confusing. So, Im going to mention right off the bat that 90% of the dialogue is Yuuri and the prisoners so when in doubt, its one or the other. I couldnt really put speech tags on a lot of the stuff because its literally just some random dude in the crowd yelling out. Beware!

Oh, and in case you didn't read the post I made about some of the missing stuff from the German translation, the sheep that followed the three of them was named T-Zou in chapter 4.

I like redecorating and renovations so I suddenly want to pray for a carpenter to come along and do something about this.

Even if I can hold it now, I wont be able to for long hey, what are you making a woman say!?

We three travelling buddies are talking together in a huddle.

Ah, thats a good idea! Itll feel good.

I understand why shes refusing.

If I cant use the powder room, Id rather die! Make a path for me somehow. You know, using that Tokyo Comic Show technique or whatever.

Thats impossible, totally impossible. I might have been able to do something if they were petty criminals but these are murderers, you know? And together theyve killed over a thousand people. If this was America, theyd be going to jail for 300 years. What am I supposed to do against-

The prisoners in pink laughed vulgarly. Calling someone a little lamb is rude. Flynn would get mad at being called that even if she hadnt been ruling a small country for the past three years (in place of someone else, though).

T-Zou walked forward. Ah, I get it. Thats the little lamb.

If were in the way, just jump over us, hahaha.

On my left side, the sheep started breathing roughly through her nose. Her back is shaking slightly.

I didnt have time to pull on her leash and stop her. As soon as I noticed she had fluffed up her fur in a threatening way, she had already dashed into the room. The size of a moped or a large bike, the sheep is wielding her hooves as a deadly weapon and is kicking around the men.

Wh-why is T-Zou..?

Murata, you I dont even feel like commenting on your antics anymore. The helmsman who came to see what was going on is laughing at the scary faced, brawny prisoners jumping around.

Its a proverb from a foreign culture.

Since theres no point in spending more time in the room full of men, we return to the rapidly cooling deck. Even though were feeling a bit more confident concerning them, theres no way that wed be able to sleep in that room all packed together. Even if we managed to grab a corner, theres only enough space to sit holding your knees. If so, we should just deal with the cold weather, lie down in some sleeping bags and sing Winter Constellations or something. (2)

Called out to in a period drama style, the three of us stop in surprise. Slowly and carefully turning around, we see that a clear path has been made all the way to the back where a mafia-boss looking guy is camped out. Hes sitting so I cant know for sure, but hes such a large man that it looks like he can easily jump two-meters. The prison food may have been really good because his chest and shoulder width are both extreme. If I gave him a nickname, it would be straight and simple: Human Mountain Range.

The Commander has a message. Come closer.

Commander Mountain Range is sitting cross-legged with burly legs and is holding a round object in his lap. Hes continuously stroking the well-polished, shiny, amber ball with his palm. Hm? Theres a hollow in the middle. Its placed just around where a primates eye socket would..

This is Ms. Terrine, answered a wise looking old man with a goatee. The Commander brought along the remains of one of the people he killed with him. However, to be honest they were already bleached so its very likely he killed them a long time ago.

Commander Mountain Range was glaring at us with ocher eyes that could have frozen blood, but he immediately dropped his gaze to Ms. Skull. Then, he called out in a threatening voice

to the skull.

And wight? Saying stuff like that with such a powerful voice is just as creepy as Akiko Wada singing an Aya Matsuura song. But, thats my own individual preference so I wont go criticizing that. (3)

Me? I dont have any acquaintances who speak with skulls.

The Commander and Terry-berry are important to us!

Dont say hes creepy!

Perhaps because we had a (wolf wearing the clothes of a) sheep, Flynn used a very lady-like phrase. Her chin is thrust forward and her face is set.

Ah, good evenin! Im Robinson. This heres Captain Crusoe.

Hey, he was talking to me. Me!

My name is Flynn. Flynn I wont say my last name.

I knew it! Its the Mistress, Mishy Terrine! Shes got that platinum blonde hair and that strong willed personality and her name is Flynn. Shes Mistress Flynn from the Plainsmen!

The Mistress! The Mistress!

Now it was our turn to be the odd men out. Commander Mountain Ranges group is chanting Mistress over and over again.

Can you make it clear as to whether you like me or hate me?

Are all the prisoners graduates from the Plainsmen training?

So that means all of them are former soldiers, right? Why did they become murderers? Even preschoolers know that killing someone is the worst crime!

Then why are you in a prisoner transport and chained up?

T-Zou began to growl lowly. The group shed identified as enemies was getting energetic. In order to make herself seem as large as possible, her fur was standing on end. With her fighting spirit so out in the open, the day she sheds her clothing as a sheep probably isnt very far off.

They dont really have any fighting spirit left, but since theyre all in a group, they can just barely make themselves seem energetic I cant help but think that.

Goatee stretches and the joints in his shoulders, back and neck pop.

Missy Terrine wants to live in the cape too, wight? Of course, Commander does too~.

These people wearing pink clothes have all been in the middle of a real battlefield. And its not some battlefield from my grandfathers time, it was just a few years ago. They fought because they were ordered to and they didnt want to die and lives were lost one after another right before their eyes. How many of them were friends? How many of them were enemy soldiers? And exactly how old were the people whose lives they had to take, no, they had to kill? The lives of their fellow humans.

Shibuya.

You look like youre about to puke. Lets go outside and get some air.

Thinking about Flynn Gilbit, the discomfort in my stomach is eased a bit. I wonder why? Shes dragged us into horrible situations and is going to use us as bait to make a deal with Big Shimaron.

That might have been on her mind as well because she gave a short and generic farewell and started towards the exit.

Thats right! Please stay in the room, Mistress.

Uh

You guys I grab her arm and drag her to the exit. Im facing the open door so even I dont know who Im addressing. You guys being ex-classmates with the Mistress is kinda cool and seems like something that would pop up in a book. But even so, now shes someones wife and youre prisoners. Its not going to be like Beauty and the Beast in here! I cant just say Okay, goodbye and leave a young woman in this room filled with a bunch of guys.

The Mistress is our lover in our hearts. We dont want some brat butting in!

The sheep with the manly spirit bared her front teeth in place of fangs. Even a wimp can have courage and even an unpopular guy can man up. Blood rushed through my veins and my face suddenly heated up.

Silence fell for a few moments.

And just what areyouto the Mistress!?

Norman Gilbits shiny mask is in the back pocket of my workpants. I should raise that up in place of a medicine case and declare that Im her acting husband. Its an excuse that everyone would understand. Maybe even Flynn Gilbit herself. (5)

The one whos grasping this thin wrist isnt the man in the silver mask.

Oh my, Murata murmured, twisting up his lips. This is really turning into a fantasy story.

What do you mean at this age? How rude.

Well, with things like this, we can settle this fairly. Those who love her will pull on her arms and shell be the mother of whoever wins! Or something like that.

Ill rest outside with these two, Flynn declares as she shakes off the prisoners hands and moves with us to the exit. I can hear dejected voices going aww behind us. Sorry, but we dont have a choice.

You know, Captain, I cant afford to lose you. In order for the deal with Big Shimaron to go through, I cant have you escaping. If I let the two of you sleep unattended and the next day there was no trace of you Ahh, itd be so horrible I wouldnt even be able to kill myself!

I consult my digital analog G-shock, myrealtravelling companion, and see that its currently 7 oclock. The 'free plan' boat trip doesnt have a set time for dinner, so I silently bite into the handy snack I bought beforehand at a shop.

Flynn quickly falls asleep wrapped up in her sleeping bag thats packed with at least five sheeps worth of wool so Murata and I, having nothing better to do, absentmindedly take in the night scenery.

Murata.

Only his head is sticking out of the dirty yellow sleeping bag.

Who knows? Maybe they thought it was better for us to have a slumber party, ehe~.

Even calling that name, all he did was start humming El Bimbo for me while half asleep. (6)

I got it from someone.

No. I got it at Flynns house. The first night. It was dark and there were rats. I got it along with a candle. From a tall and cool guy. He said he knew you.

Conrad!

A spark ran through my brain and something indescribable ran up my spine. The weight on my chest lifts and suddenly its easier to breathe. I feel like I can suck in all the fresh air in the world.

Hes alive, hes alive, hes really alive! Thank god, hes really alive. Theres no way hed leave me behind and die.

Hm, I didnt really get a good look. The candlelight was dim and Im afraid of rats and I was nervous and shaky since it was my first night maybe Bergkamp? (7)

Tell me a baseball player, please.

Murata, are you Kunihiro Matsumura? (8)

Gazing at the stars above me, I listen to Ken Murata drowsily prattle on with his soccer lingo as he drifts off to sleep.

(2) Hes talking aboutthis song. The original song isMolly Darling.

(4) Why yes, Yuurididjust use Luis Birons -pon from novel 4.

(6) This is the song from the first footnote~El Bimbo, or Oriibu no Kubikazari in Japanese, is the song Murata was singing in chapter 3 when he was being Tokyo Magic Robinson.

(8) Combined footnote! Masayuki Kakefu is a former baseball player for the Hanshin Tigers and is now a commentator. His commentating style has a lot of drawn out syllables. Kunihiro Matsumura is a comedian famous for his impressions and his impression of Kakefu is one of his better known ones. So, since Murata was drawing out his speech, it sounded like he was doing an impression of Kakefu.