Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Breakfast for a Baby Dragon

I Got Transported to Another World by Tornado and I Became a Monster Caretaker


"Eh, how do I take care of a baby dragon? Mimic, do you have any idea?"

"Mimic has no idea."

"Eh... how about you, Slime?" The slime just stares blankly at me.

Yeah, I forgot. The slime barely speaks or thinks. Why do I even bother asking?

"Anyway, let’s try to make a makeshift crib for it."

Then the dragon starts to cry.

"Mimic thinks it’s hungry. Mimic gets like that when Mimic is hungry."

"Really? You cry like a baby when you're hungry?"

"Eh, no. That was when Mimic was still a child."

"Okay, Mimic. Try to look for food. I’ll find something to build a crib."

"Okay! Mimic will try to catch fish in the river."

Why did it have to be a dragon egg? We are so not prepared for this.

I search the empty houses and find an old, abandoned crib. Lucky me!

I carry it back to our house. The baby dragon is still crying.

Now comes the hardest part: carrying the baby dragon. I hope it’s not too heavy.

I try the usual tricks to make it laugh. Peek-a-boo, silly faces... The dragon stops crying and stares at me.

"Okay, little one, come here." I reach out, but the baby dragon looks wary.

Guess I have to wait for Mimic.

After a while, I start to wonder why Mimic hasn’t come back. I head to the river.

"Mimic! Where are you?"

"Risette! I’m here! Help! I'm stuck in the mouth of a big fish!" Mimic flails around.

"Eh? Hehe, what happened?"

"Mimic was fishing... and then the parent fish got angry!"

I laugh, then look for a rock. I find one.

"Hang on, Mimic!"

I smack the fish with the rock. It spits Mimic out and then passes out.

"Well, not only did you find the baby dragon some food, but now we also have breakfast."

Mimic blushes. "Oh, it’s nothing, pretty Risette. Hehe."

We carry the fish home.

"Hey, baby dragon! Slime! We're back. Uh, do we have a knife?"

"Mimic doesn't have a knife, but Mimic will find one!"

"Okay, thanks."

I clean the table and look for a wooden slab to use as a cutting board.

"Risette, Mimic found a knife!"

"Really? Where?"

It’s old, with strange symbols on the handle.

"Alright. Mimic, can you find materials for a fire?"

"Mimic knows the drill!"

I cut the fish and prep it. I start a fire, place a metal sheet over a cauldron, and grill the fish.

"All we have to do now is wait."

The baby dragon cries again.

"Mimic, can you entertain the baby dragon while I watch the fish?"

"Okay! Because you know what they say about Mimic!"

"Eh? What do they say?"

"Eh... Mimic forgot."

I laugh.

When the fish is done, I plate it on some leaves.

"Okay, everyone! Breakfast’s ready!"

Mimic and Slime come over, excited.

"But I need to feed the baby dragon first."

"Fine... Mimic can wait."

I offer the dragon some grilled fish. It sniffs, then takes a bite.

"Look! It's eating!"

It burps, releasing a small flame. I reach out to pet it.

The dragon bows its head, letting me touch it.

Its scales are rough, but soft like feathers.

"Here’s some water for you."

The dragon gulps it down and looks sleepy.

"Alright, time to put you in your crib."

I gently carry the dragon and lay it down. It falls asleep instantly.

The slime hops closer, looking curious.

"You want to touch it? Come here."

The slime hops into my hands. As it touches the dragon, its color turns red.

"Huh?!"

The slime is now warm. I place it down and it remains red.

"That’s odd. Mimic has never seen a color-changing slime."

"Looks like we have a special one."

I pat the slime’s head. It purrs.

"Okay, now we can eat."

"Yay! Mimic can’t wait to try Risette's cooking!"

As they reach for the fish, I stop them.

"Wait! We need to wash our hands first!"

"Wash hands? Mimic never does that."

"Sorry, it’s just a habit from home. I’ll wash up, you can start without me."

I head to the river.

As I wash my hands, I see my reflection—still in my teacher's outfit.

"I miss home..." I whisper, shedding a tear.

Mimic and the slime appear.

"Risette, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just miss home."

"Mimic understands. Mimic misses home too. Even if people made fun of Mimic, it's still home."

The slime bounces in agreement.

"Okay then... let’s make this village our new home."

"Yes! This can be home for Risette, Slime, and the baby dragon!"

"First, let’s clean the house and make new clothes."

"Okay! Mimic will look for a broom and bucket."

My stomach growls. "I’ll finish eating first. Hehe."

Mimic and the slime laugh, then head off.

I eat the fish—tastes just like the freshwater fish from back home.

The baby dragon is still asleep. I move the crib outside while we clean.

Suddenly I see the slime burning down a ruined house?!

"Slime! Are you okay?!"

It bounces happily, unharmed.

"Phew. Looks like you’re fireproof. That’ll help with gathering firewood."

The slime continues burning buildings. Mimic and I clean our new home, which appears to be the village elder’s house.

Mimic chooses the smallest room. I take the large main bedroom, enough for me and the dragon.

The dust is thick. This house must have been abandoned for years.

I sweep the floor, then mop using an old cloth.

Inside a drawer, I find a note with the same symbols as the knife. I keep it.

We clean until sunset.

"Ah, finally done. It looks shiny now."

"Mimic agrees! Like a new house!"

Our stomachs rumble.

"Time for dinner."

"Mimic refuses to be bait again!"

"Aw, really? The fish would taste better with a big one."

"Still no!"

"Just teasing you. I already have bait. Let’s go."

As we walk to the river, I pause.

Do my students miss me?

The baby dragon looks at me, its eyes remind me of Kokoro.

"Risette, what’s wrong? Mimic is hungry!"

"Coming!"

Until I find a way home... this will be my new home. And I’ll protect this baby dragon.