ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!
Chapter 199: Foundations of Hope ( 199 )

Chapter 199: Foundations of Hope ( 199 )

Meanwhile, at the orphanage...

Hazuki stepped through the front path just as the sun rose higher, casting warm light over the repaired roof and walls.

Sitting on the wooden step was Elvia, a small bowl in her lap, already finished with breakfast.

She looked up the moment she saw him, and immediately tried to hide her smile, cheeks puffing slightly as she pressed her lips tight.

"Oh? Little elf... what’s up? Already ate?"

Elvia nodded quickly, eyes still sparkling.

"Good." Hazuki gave her a lazy wave, then turned toward the treeline.

"I’m going into the forest, okay? If the people from the Adventurer Guild show up, just tell them I’m at the monster piles."

Elvia nodded again—still smiling.

But as she watched him walk away, her eyes drifted lower...

to the back of his shirt, torn and frayed—still ripped from when he shielded her from that giant wolf’s claw.

He just casually strolled into the forest, hands in his pockets, like it was just another morning.

Moments later, Kisha stepped out the front door with a towel over her shoulder.

"Elvia?"

The elf girl turned.

"Mr. Hazuki already came back, right?"

Elvia nodded. "Yes... but he said he’s going to the forest."

Kisha blinked. "Oh..."

She looked at the tray in her hands.

"I already made lunch for him..."

A pause.

"Well... maybe later."

Kisha turned her gaze to the side yard, where Old Buron’s crew was now resting under the shade, bowls of stew in hand, chatting lazily.

The air smelled faintly of wood dust and cooked beans.

The new toilet and shower stood freshly built near the back—clean, sturdy, and far better than anything the kids had before. The roof, floor, and stairs had all been replaced, polished, and secured. The orphanage no longer looked like a crumbling shed on the edge of town—it looked like a real home.

Old Buron, arms crossed and sweat still on his brow, slowly looked around the property.

He gave a sharp nod.

"Hmm..."

Then raised his voice.

"Alright, boys!" he barked.

The crew snapped to attention mid-bite.

"Once you’re done eating and resting—start walking around. Check every beam, every window, every nail. If you find even one thing out of place—"

"We fix it!" the workers called out in unison.

"Damn right."

Buron grinned, his sharp tusk-tooth glinting in the light.

Inside Old Buron’s mind...

Man...

It’s been a while since I got a contract this clean.

He leaned against a newly installed support post, arms crossed, chewing slowly on a strip of meat.

No haggling, no excuses, no nobles breathing down my neck trying to pay late or "revise the scope."

Just one crazy-lookin’ human who tossed me a signed work order like he didn’t care what it cost.

He glanced toward the forest edge, where Hazuki had vanished moments ago.

And the coin behind it is real, too.

He reached into his tool belt and tapped the folded parchment tucked neatly into a sealed pouch.

Signed by Hazuki himself, complete with adventurer mark and account link.

Even if he doesn’t pay in cash, I can claim it at the Adventurer Guild directly. His card’s bound to his bank.

Old Buron’s grin widened slightly.

Once this job’s fully done, that payment’s gonna shine.

And honestly...

He looked around—the new roof gleaming in the sun, the clean stairs, the toilet with actual plumbing.

...Feels good to build something that actually matters again.

Everyone calls him the crazy guy...

Talking to the air, mumbling to himself, scaring guild staff with his blank stares and weird timing.

Old Buron chewed slowly, eyes following the workers as they started moving again.

But he’s legit.

Doesn’t flinch at the cost.

Doesn’t act like some noble brat trying to shave silver off every nail or complain about "aesthetic harmony."

He snorted, shaking his head.

I’ve had nobles question a three gold coin repair like I was scamming them. Like my work wasn’t worth dirt.

But this guy?

He glanced toward the contract pouch again.

This crazy human didn’t even blink when I told him it’d cost five gold to fix the whole place. Just said: "Do it."

He scratched his beard and smirked.

"Damn... this human really is crazy."

He leaned back against the wall and let out a chuckle.

"Crazy realistic."

Old Buron clapped his hands sharply, his voice ringing out like a whip crack across the front yard.

"Alright, boys!!"

The workers, caught mid-sip or mid-stretch, jolted upright at his call.

"Find anything that can be repaired—floorboards, beams, doors, whatever!"

"Yes, Chief!" they responded in unison, quickly jumping to their feet.

Buron’s gaze swept over the house with the focus of a seasoned war general.

"If it needs to be demolished—"

He pointed firmly toward the back of the building.

"—we demolish and rebuild! No patchwork garbage!"

"YES, CHIEF!!"

Hammers were raised. Tool belts clicked into place. The crew moved with purpose, spreading out like a swarm of precise termites around the orphanage.

Floor panels were tapped, walls examined, ladders unfolded with practiced ease.

Old Buron stood confidently in the middle, arms crossed, a broad grin on his face.

This... this is how it’s done.

"Umm..."

A small voice piped up from nearby.

One of the kids, barefoot and holding half a biscuit, approached Old Buron shyly.

"Mister...?"

Buron looked down, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah? What is it, kid?"

The child fidgeted for a second, then pointed back toward the building.

"Can you fix our table...?"

"Oh?" Buron tilted his head. "Which one?"

"Inside our room. The leg’s wobbly... and one side leans funny..."

Buron rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Then gave a sharp nod.

"Alright, boys!" he shouted.

Several workers looked up from checking roof tiles.

"Check inside! One of the tables needs fixing in the kids’ room!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Three of the workers immediately headed for the front door, stepping aside as the child led them in proudly like a tour guide.

Buron smirked to himself.

These little things... That’s what makes a real build worth it.

Meanwhile...

The sound of wheels crunching over dirt signaled the arrival of a small caravan—three large, empty transport carriages, meant for hauling goods, wood, or in this case—monster corpses.

At the front of the lead carriage, Deputy Guild Master Gikan sat with arms crossed, eyes scanning the orphanage grounds.

"...Hmm?"

His eyes narrowed as he spotted a familiar figure near the side of the building.

"Oh? Buron?"

The carriage slowed as they neared the gate.

"You fixing this orphanage?"

Old Buron, currently barking orders at one of his workers near the front window, turned his head at the sound.

He blinked once, then grinned.

"Heh, yeah!" he called back.

"Customer wanted it fixed.Can’t say no to that."

He walked over, wiping his hands on a rag as the carriages rolled in.

"What’re you doing out here, Gikan?"

The Deputy Guild Master stepped down from the lead carriage with a grunt.

"I’m here to meet the human adventurer."

( End Of Chapter )