Book 1, Chapter 81

The woman sighed. She was about the same age as Ean, and wore a long robe tied at the waist with a wide sash. She was shorter than Ean, and her long, black hair came to her waist in a braid. Her body was composed of the sleekly toned muscles of someone who exercises regularly – under the gentle curves of a woman who doesn’t exercise obsessively.

“<I guess it’s too much to hope you speak Japanese?>” she asked in Japanese. She had spoken the language earlier as well, but Ean had been too surprised to notice.

“Huh?” Ean asked in English. Then he hastily switched to Japanese. “<Oh! I’m sorry, I’m just used to everyone around me speaking English. I’ve picked up conversational Japanese from watching anime.>”

“<Oh, great>” the woman said. “<Well, I suppose if I am to be stuck on an alien spaceship, it’s just as well I’m stuck on an alien spaceship with an otaku. At least you’ll have some idea of the sort of things to expect. So tell me, do you know the meaning of the word ‘tentacle?’>”

“<Huh?>” Ean said. He hadn’t until I’d just translated, and was slightly confused. So I pointed out that she probably thought he was a fan of those kinds of anime, and he blushed furiously at the implication.

The woman arched her eyebrows. “<I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’>”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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