(Yuuta POV)
Phew… Japan at last.
You'd think stepping off the plane would mean the end of our troubles.
Ha. Cute thought.
The moment we landed, airport authorities swooped in like they were auditioning for a crime drama. Apparently, "the airplane window opened mid-flight" wasn't something they could just brush off as a technical issue.
Well, excuse me for trying to keep things simple. What was I supposed to say?
"Oh, that? My wife—Queen of Dragons—just shut it with magic. Don't worry, she didn't destroy the plane… that time."
Yeah, no. That would've ended with me in a padded room.
The flight attendant had already spilled the tea to the officials, so we were dragged aside for questioning. Erza stood there, arms crossed, looking like she was about to declare war on the Japanese government. Meanwhile, I was trying to look like the most harmless, average human alive.
The lead official leaned forward, speaking in that polite-but-terrifying Japanese tone.
"Please… you cannot do this on a Japanese airline. Even if it was a technical issue, you must report it immediately."
I nodded quickly, plastering on my best "Yes sir, totally normal passenger" smile.
Erza, on the other hand, gave a look that said, I could report YOU… to the afterlife.
And that was the exact moment I decided I'd be handling all the airport paperwork from now on.
Few minutes later...
Finally..
After what felt like an eternity of scolding from Japanese officials and airport security, we finally staggered out of Narita Airport.
Freedom. Fresh air. Civilization.
I threw my hands in the air like I'd just been released from prison.
"Finally! Japan! We made it! We're so lucky to be here—ahhh, this is the dream! I love you Japan."
Just when my heart was soaring higher than Mount Fuji, Erza's voice cut me down like a sword slash.
"Yuuta," she said coolly. "Do you even know the Japanese language?"
I snorted. "Of course I do! What do you think of your husband? I've watched over ten thousand anime episodes! And finish one piece within a week."
Her voliet eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Oh? Then impress me. Ask someone how to reach Tokyo."
"Easy," I said, puffing up my chest. "Leave it to me."
Elena's eyes widened with sparkling excitement, her little hands clapping together as if she'd just witnessed something extraordinary.
"Papa, you're awesome!" she cheered.
I straightened my back immediately, chest swelling with pride. Ah yes, finally—recognition.
I turned to Erza with a smug grin. "See, Elena? Your mom is so lucky. Out of every man in the both world, she married me."
Erza's cheeks puffed out ever so slightly, her arms crossing as she looked away. "Yah, whatever. Just stop boasting and go ask already."
Heh. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew she was secretly impressed.
Determined to redeem myself, I spotted a woman a little farther away—dressed in a neat coat suit, an official-looking bag hanging at her side. She seemed to be waiting for a private taxi or maybe an airport pickup. Perfect. This was my chance.
I marched toward her, With the confidence of a man who had memorized every anime opening theme but zero vocabulary, I strutted toward the nearest woman. She turned as I called out—
"EXCUSE ME!."
The woman smiled warmly.
"Hai, konnichiwa. Nani ka otetsudai shimashou ka?."
For reader to understand:-
(Yes hello, do you need any help?" she replied in smooth Japanese-accented English.)
My brain stalled.
"Umm… Konnichi…me..human..dis.
wa… ka… b-boom…Nuck… boom…
Tokyo."
Her reaction:- (●__●).
…What the hell did I just say?
The woman blinked at me, her polite smile stiffening. She was staring at me like I had just crawled out of another dimension.
And honestly, she wasn't wrong.
Still, I had to maintain my dignity. I couldn't—absolutely couldn't—show weakness in front of Erza. If I admitted I had no idea what I was saying, I'd never hear the end of it.
So I stood there, chest puffed out, pretending that "Konnichi… wa..ka..boom Tokyo" was perfectly valid Japanese.
Behind me, I could feel Erza's voliet gaze burning into my back. She was seconds away from laughing—or try to freeze me. Maybe both.
I swallowed hard.
"See?" I said, forcing a grin. "Totally under control."
The woman tilted her head politely.
"Tokyo.??" She said.
"Yes.,Yes, Tokyo.. Dis." I said Shaking my head like a Abosulte fool.
She said :-"「ああ,東京に行きたいんですね.簡単ですよ.バス,タクシー,電車の三つの方法があります.ただ,少し長い旅で…だいたい50分以上かかります."
(Oh, you want to go to Tokyo? It's easy. There are three ways: bus, taxi, or train. But it's a long journey—it takes almost fifty minutes or more.)
Her words washed over me like a tidal wave of kanji and hiragana. I caught maybe two sounds—"Tokyo" and… was that "bus"? Or did she say "boss"?
That's when reality smacked me in the face.
My brain froze. My jaw dropped.
Wait. Waitwaitwait. Why… why couldn't I understand a single word?!
Panic set in. My eyes darted down, scanning her waist like a desperate idiot. Any second now, subtitles should pop up—neatly written, white font, black outline. Where were they?!
I blinked. Nothing.
I blinked harder. Still nothing.
And then the horrifying truth hit me like a meteor.
"Oh… shi—"
Behind me, I heard Erza's soft chuckle. Not loud, not obvious—just enough to salt the wound.
"So. My husband's legendary '10k anime lessons' only taught him… where to stare at a woman's stomach for subtitles."
I covered my face with both hands, heat rushing to my ears. "I… I'm doomed. Absolutely doomed."
The woman tilted her head, still smiling politely, clearly wondering why the foreigner in front of her was having an emotional breakdown mid-conversation.
And me? I was already questioning every life choice that had brought me to this moment.
My anime training had failed me. My years of watching subtitles at the bottom of the screen had betrayed me. All I could do was nod like an idiot while silently screaming inside.
Behind me, I swear I heard Elena and Erza's quiet chuckle.
I can't embarassed Myself even more so at last surrendered.
My pride couldn't survive another second of this humiliation.
"I… I'm sorry, miss. I don't know Japanese."
The woman blinked, then smiled with the patience of a saint.
"It's okay, foreigner. I understand."
I froze. "W-wait… you can speak English?!"
She let out a soft chuckle, covering her mouth with graceful fingers.
"Actually, I studied English long ago. Which means…" Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "…I understood everything you and your wife have been saying."
The blood drained from my face. "Y-you mean—you heard all of it?!"
Her chuckle deepened. "Yes, Mr. Foreigner. And I must say, I truly enjoyed watching you struggle to speak Japanese just to impress your wife. It was… adorable."
Adorable? No, this was public execution. I staggered back, clutching my chest like I'd been mortally wounded.
"You're so cruel… I'm dying from embarrassment here!"
That was when a light, innocent laugh broke through the air.
"Papa is funny, Mama!" Elena giggled from Erza's shoulders, clapping her little hands. Her laughter was pure, bubbling, completely unaware of the fact that her father's pride had just been obliterated in front of Narita Airport.
Erza, of course, did not laugh. She never laughed. But I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of her lips—a tiny betrayal of amusement she would never admit to.
I buried my burning face in both hands.
First day in Japan… and I'd already lost my dignity.
What could be worse than this?
I thought I'd hit the absolute bottom…
But I was wrong.
Because that's when I heard it.
"Master! Master!"
A frantic voice cut through the chaos of the airport. I turned just in time to see a man barreling toward us, dragging three massive suitcases like his life depended on it.
"My… Majesty?!" he gasped.
My jaw dropped. Wait a second… Allen?!
How was he here? And more importantly, how had he managed to escape from my shadow without me noticing?
"When… when did you get out?" I muttered, completely bewildered.
Erza's golden eyes sharpened on me like daggers. "When did you release him?"
"I… I didn't!" I protested, though my voice sounded weak even to me.
Allen skidded to a dramatic stop in front of us, bowing like a man performing a royal ritual.
"Master! Your loyal servant has retrieved your belongings!"
My stomach sank. Belongings? Oh no… the luggage. I had… completely forgotten.
Erza's eyes narrowed, her expression sharper than a dragon's claw.
"So…?" she asked, voice like ice.
I forced a shaky laugh, trying to mask the panic.
"W-well, don't take it the wrong way, my wife! I didn't forget the luggage… I just… um… sent Allen to fetch it back, that's all!"
Erza tilted her head and glared at Allen. "Tell me—did Yuuta really send you to get the luggage?"
Allen, ever my loyal—or maybe traitorous—servant, grinned. "No, Mistress. I saw my master had forgotten his belongings, so I brought them back myself. Thought you might spare him if I did."
…Allen. Why are you gunning for me?
Erza's knuckles cracked like thunder. Her smile was sweet—but her aura was darker than a stormy night.
"So… you really did forget, My dear Husband" she said, eyes narrowing.
"No! My wife, you misunderstand—"
WHAM!
Her fist landed squarely in my chest, followed by a sharp kick that sent me sprawling onto the ground.
"How could you be so careless?!" she shouted. "If it weren't for Allen, we'd have lost everything because of your stupidity!"
"I-I'm sorry, my lovely wife! Please, spare meee!" I wailed, curling up like a defeated hedgehog.
Elena laughed from Erza's shoulders, clapping her little hands. "Papa we will remember you.!"
Allen smirked. The Japanese woman behind us was giggling politely. And then… slowly, the entire airport seemed to be laughing at me, the ridiculous foreigner getting utterly destroyed by his own family.
And yet—even lying there, bruised, humiliated, and covered in metaphorical (and maybe literal) scars—I couldn't help but smile. Because no matter how chaotic, embarrassing, or dangerous life got… I loved it. I loved my little, absurd, perfect family.
Erza's voice cut through my thoughts like a whip.
"Idiot mortal!" she screamed, echoing across Narita Airport.
"I-I'm sorry!" I whimpered, completely broken—but strangely happy.
To be continued…
(Yuuta POV — Last Credit Scene)
Erza crossed her arms, her golden eyes glinting with that "I will scold you forever" look.
"What is wrong with the author?" she snapped. "Three chapters, and we're still stuck at the airport! Why is he so slow?"
I scratched my head, grinning sheepishly.
"Well… that's because the author wants us to enjoy every detail! Every sneeze, every grunt, every embarrassing moment…"
Allen bowed deeply, nearly touching the floor with his forehead.
"Yes, Master! You are absolutely right! Every detail must be savored!"
Erza huffed, rolling her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck.
"Uff… whatever. Humans and their excuses."
I turned toward the readers—or maybe the invisible author—and waved like a hero in a dramatic finale.
"Anyway! A huge thank-you to all of you! Thirty collections, countless reads, and endless support. Your positive energy, your laughter, your love—it means everything to us!"
I pointed at the air, grinning.
"And for those of you cheering for me, the hero of this story… keep it coming!"
Erza's glare could have melted steel.
"You are impossible, mortal."
I shrugged, raising my hands helplessly.
"And yet… you still love me, right?"
Elena clapped her hands and giggled, bouncing on Erza's shoulders.
"Papa, Elena loves Mama too!"
Erza's lips twitched ever so slightly—a small, rare smile tugging at the corners.
"Let's go Tokyo. Before you do something even more stupid."
I looked at my little, chaotic, perfect family—Erza, Elena, Allen, and even the kind stranger—and felt my heart swell.
No matter the embarrassing moments, the chaos, or the airport disasters… this was my life. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Because this—this messy, loud, chaotic, happy family—was mine.
I laughed. Elena giggled. Allen bowed. And Erza… well, she just shook her head, secretly enjoying every second.
Then Elena tugged my sleeve, her eyes sparkling.
"Papa, next is Tokyo soon?"
I grinned down at her. "Of course, little one. And this time… maybe fewer less disasters."
Erza groaned but followed us anyway.
"Idiot mortal… always impossible."
And just like that, we walked toward home, the sun setting behind us, laughter trailing in our wake.
The End
(Or… until our next ridiculous adventure.)