About three days have gone by since the birthday party I threw.

Mr. Ninety has been teaching everyone here how to handle the crops and the livestock here.

Some are looking to make new clothes and other items like tableware.

Lots of people came up to me and asked about the mjöð I had at the party.

I had to break the bad news to them that they’d need to get some honey first in order to make it.

But that doesn’t stop me from having a little bit at night thanks to the matter converter.

For some reason the alcohol has no effect on me.

Mr. Ninety says that it’s probably because of my ability to heal using my Vitran Particles.

Oh well it still tastes good.

I’ve been helping out Mr. Ninety as much as I can but lately, I’ve been noticing the young ones crowding together and talking to each other while looking at me.

Whenever I try to go to ask them what’s going on, they run away as a group.

This keeps going on for about two more days until a boy leaves the pack and comes up to me.

“Are you and Mr. Ninety robots?”

“What? No, we’re not. What makes you think that?”

“Mr. Ninety talks funny.”

“I know, right? I keep telling him that.”

“You both seem so different ‘specially Mr. Ninety.”

“What’s your name little one?”

“Kjel (Kyel)!” He belts out his name with passion.

The other kids are still a bit away but paying attention to what Kjel and I are talking about.

“That’s a great name for a brave boy like you. Kjel, Mr. Ninety may sound funny because he’s not from Midengard.”

“No way! That’s umpossible.”

Kjel does his best to pronounce impossible the best he could.

“It’s true. He’s from far far away and came to heal the planet from what the giant monster did here.”

“What about you, Miss Ástríðr? Where did you come from?” Kjel asks me as the crowd of children have moved closer.

“Oh, me? I’m a Midengardian just like you of all.”

“Really?!” A few other voices join Kjel’s reaction.

“Well, mostly anyway.”

“What? What’s that mean?”

“Well mostly I’m from Midengard but, a part of me came from that planet the some of the people fled to.”

“No way! That’s umpossible.” Kjel and a few other kids yell in disbelief.

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I bend down into a squat. The kind that some people would perform when in front of a certain type of building in Michiru’s memories and ask the kids, “なぜ私を信じてくれないのですか?”

The kids all react in utter shock.

“What language is that? You made it up, didn’t you?” Kjel asks.

“No, I didn’t. It is called Japanese and is one of many languages from that planet. Only really know that one language from Earth. Although, a different island has their language similar to Midengardian. So enough about me. What’s wrong with you all?”

“We’re bored.” Kjel says as if speaking for the group.

“I see. And all of you are bored enough to stare at me and then run away?”

“We’re sorry.” Kjel and a few of the kids respond.

“That’s ok. So, what did you all do before now to play?”

“There’s nothing here that we used to play with here.”

“I see.”

I hold my right index finger to my right cheek and tilt my head as I think of something.

Two sports I recall from Michiru’s memories.

The first seemed to be one that she liked but probably won’t work for this situation.

This other one however, even though she didn’t care for it is very simple and seemed to be very popular all over Earth.

“Hold on I got an idea. I’ll be right back”

I head back to the matter converter and have it make a soccer ball.

I also change into soccer kit, put my hair into a pony tail and the return to the kids.

“Those are strange clothes you have on.”

“I will teach you a game that is very popular on Earth. Luckily, it’s very simple and only really needs one thing, this ball. In Midengardian it would be called fótbolta.”

We find a large open space and I go over the rules.

I set up a goal area using sticks from a nearby tree stuck in the ground like poles.

We all play together for a long time until the sun starts to begin setting.

The kids all thank me and go off to their homes.

I stop Kjel before he goes back.

“Here, you take this and play together next time, even if I’m not there, okay?”

“Thank you, Miss Ástríðr.”

“You’re welcome, Kjel.”

Kjel runs off with the ball in his hands to his home.

I think that worked out well.

Maybe I’ll try hafnabolti next time if it’s possible.