Prologue An Application from a Certain Mother
Name of participant:
My name is Mamako Oosuki.
Occupation:
I’m a Normal Hero’s Mother. (In the real world, I’m a housewife.)
Number of children:
I have one.
Children’s names:
His name is Ma-kun (Masato).
Special skills:
Nothing to brag about, but I’m good at all kinds of housework.
Equipment:
The Holy Sword of Mother Earth, Terra di Madre (the red one).
The Holy Sword of Mother Ocean, Altura (the blue one).
For armor, I have my favorite dress and some defensive pieces.
Acquired skills and spells:
I can’t use magic, but I think I’ve learned most skills a mother should.
Availability for matches:
I have laundry in the mornings, so if the assembly and match start times are too early, I may not be able to make it.
In the afternoons, I need to take the laundry off the line and go shopping for dinner, so it would be a big help if we could wrap things up by three.
Please list your aspirations for this tournament:
Thank you so much for inviting me!
I’m not the most competitive person, but the prize is so wonderful, and I think Ma-kun would be simply delighted, so I’m going to do my best!
She finished filling out the application.
“Say, Ma-kun, what do you think? Let me know if anything sounds weird.”
Mamako came over to him, pressing the pop-up window screen in his face. Pressing up against him. The screen, too. All of it right in his face. Too close for comfort.
One second he was lounging around their room in the inn, and the next, this.
Forced to check the contents of the window with it pressed too close to comfortably see, Masato tried to read it over…but immediately frowned and let out a long sigh.
“Yeah…there are so many things wrong here.”
“Like what?”
“First, you’re being way too polite. You don’t need to use full sentences for your name or occupation! What if they end up registering you with that stuff included?”
“Oh, good point… Then my name would be Ms. My name is Mamako Oosuki. Hee-hee!”
“Don’t even joke about that… And, like, for the child’s name…”
What is the name of Ms. My name is Mamako Oosuki’s child?
His name is Ma-kun (Masato).
“Why is my actual name in parenthesis?! Don’t put my nickname in an application!”
“Oh, gosh! How careless of me! Mommy always calls you Ma-kun, so that’s just the first thing I think of.”
“Please at least correct that part! I’m begging you! Also…”
The next part was critical.
Masato quickly read over the form again and voiced the most pressing question.
“Uh, Mom… What is this application for? It says tournament here, but…”
“Well…” Mamako hesitated, and then an idea hit her. “Actually, I think it’s best to keep this secret until the day of.”
“Hang on… What’s the point of that?”
“This way, it can be a special surprise from Mommy to you! With love! Hee-hee.”
“No, no, please fill me in now. I need advance warning for these things… Telling me it’s a surprise just makes me anxious. The anxiety is already killing me.”
Coming from the super-OP Mamako, his actual mother, a surprise always came with a cost.
Something was brewing… Something he would never expect but would absolutely place an enormous burden on his shoulders.
This was bad news.
“Hee-hee-hee! Mommy’s so excited!”
“You’re giving me an ulcer!”
There were few things more terrifying to Masato than his mother’s unexplained excitement.
And with that gentle smile and look of anguished horror, another delightful family adventure began.
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