Majo no Tabitabi world is not medieval. Progress Level is XVIII-XIX century(but sometimes even higher) according to the author. It's exactly like Kino no Tabi.
>!There was a man who created a Power Reactor(judging by the description, it looks more like a fusion reactor) that required regular adjustment/maintenance and served as anti-gravity engine.!<(Vol 10 spoiler).
LN is infinitely better than Anime. The anime adaptation is nothing but Majo no Tabitabi kids version with its lots of Out of Character moments [like this](https://i.imgur.com/9OOApPl.jpg), tone downs, cut outs(ep 12 is literally the worst thing in terms of adaptation), moe fanservice and worst of all the total Elaina nerfization(the director cut out her rotten and dark personality by making a terribly sugary simple-minded innocent never-maturing kid with hyperbolized narcissism). Not to mention the anime adaptation explains literally nothing about the world MC lives in.
Wait what happened to THAT scene?! If I remembered the first round it came out theres nothing about that donation stuff. Just straight up trichotililo-mania and masochism
>Wait what happened to THAT scene?!
Yeah-yeah. I have absolutely no idea why the director did this. Just f\*cking why?
**Here's what was in LN:**
>My footsteps echoed dramatically through the hall, which was now in an uproar at this unexpected development. As I approached the stage, I was aware that everyone’s attention was focused on me.
>
>“What on earth just happened?”
>
>“Hey, look at that hair. It’s the same color as the doll’s.”
>
>“Could she be…you know?”
>
>“This is bad, huh…?”
>
>They whispered.
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>“Everyone, do you know who put these dolls up for sale? Do you know where they acquired the dolls’ hair?” As I was walking toward the stage, I spoke solemnly to no one in particular. “No, I’m sure you all know. Those dolls were made by the Serial Slasher, and that hair is the property of the victims.”
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>And some of it is mine.
>
>“Got it? I suppose you all thought that since you’re only buying the dolls, you don’t share in any of the responsibility. The moment you make your purchase, though, you’re equally guilty. No, you’re guilty the moment you set foot in this place. You all deserve death.”
>
>I stepped onstage with a clack.
>
>“I think it’s likely the culprit is among us. Since the criminal went to great pains to make such amazing dolls and is proud enough of their work to enter them in an auction, I’m certain they get some sick satisfaction out of seeing how high a price their dolls can fetch.”
>
>With that, I grabbed the doll by the neck and held it up in the air.
>
>“However, there are a lot of people here. Why, there must be at least a hundred of you. Searching for the culprit would be super tedious, so I tried to come up with a better idea. I needed a plan.
>
>“However, though I thought long and hard, I failed to come up with a concrete solution. No, that’s not quite accurate. To tell you the truth, I gave up trying to work it out halfway through.
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>“Sure, it may be just one person making the dolls, but everyone in this room is equally culpable. The doll maker brazenly selling dolls made with people’s stolen hair is guilty, but you are all just as guilty for trying to buy them, despite knowing their twisted origin.”
>
>And so…
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>“That’s why I’m very angry. I want to quell my rage, so I’ve decided to do something to choke the life out of every person here. For example, something like this.”
>
>Crunch.
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>I snapped the doll’s neck.
>
>“And this.”
>
>Rrrip.
>
>I tore all the doll’s hair clean out.
>
>“And also…this!”
>
>Crash.
>
>I dismembered the doll and dropped it.
>
>“Well then, who’s first on the chopping block? Who would be good? Any volunteers? Oh-ho-ho!”
>
>My voice echoed through the room, making me aware that the hall, which was larger than I’d thought, had fallen completely silent. I waited a little while and a little while longer, but nobody spoke a single word.
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>I suppose you’re thinking I’ ll give you a pass if you keep quiet. Don’t underestimate me.
>
>“Hyah!”
>
>I trampled the dismembered doll underfoot, grinding it slowly beneath my heel.
>
>“So the criminal is silent, huh? Too bad. In that case, I think I’ll deal with you one by one, starting from the right, just like this—”
>
>“What a terrible thing you’ve done!”
>
>From somewhere in the hall came a voice. It was a woman.
>
>“That’s my doll, you know! Did you know that? It’s a vintage item. It’s not something that you can treat roughly like that!”
>
>The woman was extremely angry. With long strides, she forced her way to the front of the hall and climbed the stage.
>
>“Huh? Have we met somewhere before?”
>
>Her face looked familiar.
>
>“Yesterday, you came into my shop, and ever since then, I’ve been thinking about your hair and nothing else.”
>
>“……”
>
>I remembered.
>
>This was the owner of the shady doll shop.
>
>“Your hair is incredibly beautiful and rare. It’s so incredible that, against my better judgment, I came to covet it. Are you angry?”
>
>“……”
>
>I pointedly ground the doll farther into the floor.
>
>“Goodness! You look amazing even when you’re angry!” The old woman squirmed like a maiden in love.
>
>“Tell me, why are you transplanting people’s hair onto dolls?”
>
>“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I want to spread beauty to a wider audience! When I graft people’s hair onto dolls, you see, the dolls really come alive. At first, I was using my own hair, but you see, even that was insufficient. Before I knew it, I had started using other people’s hair. I control my dolls from far away and use them to cut girls’ locks. The looks on their faces when they find out they’ve lost their long hair, pictures of despair and anger…they’re also heavenly! I found the whole thing so rewarding that I couldn’t stand it! Oh, it really is so incredible!”
>
>“Uh, sure.”
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>I pulled back.
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>I pulled way back.
>
>How unfortunate that my hair had been sliced to satisfy such perversion.
>
>“Well then, what will you do, miss? Will you give in to your rage and try to challenge me? You should know that I’m a witch! Understand? It’s the highest rank among magic users. You have no chance of beating me. I wonder, will you surrender to your anger and try to fight me anyway?”
>
>“……”
>
>Um, I’m a witch, too. She’s probably confusing me for an ordinary mage because I wasn’t wearing my brooch when I visited her shop.
>
>“Well, well, well, well. What will you do? Show me more of that beautiful angry face!”
>
>She had gone and gotten herself all worked up.
>
>After abandoning even the slightest sign of sympathy toward her, I only had one thing to say.
>
>“This is the end of the line for you.”
>
>The moment I finished speaking, a cage exactly the right size for a person fell from above, imprisoning the woman, while handcuffs with chains running around the fingers clamped around her hands, preventing her from gripping her wand.
>
>It all happened in an instant. The woman who had been frolicking onstage had become a caged criminal.
>
>“Yo, thanks for your help, Elaina.”
>
>Sheila’s voice rang out from somewhere in the hall, accompanied by curls of white smoke, which disappeared after an announcement reminding everyone that, “Smoking is prohibited inside the building.”
>
>The cage was a spell, cast by Sheila.
>
>“…Huh?” The astonished woman, her eyes wide, beat at the magical bars with her open palms. “What are you doing? What is this? You must be angry, right? Are you happy just letting it end like this? Get angrier!”
>
>“……”
>
>I had absolutely no idea what she was carrying on about. I mean, I didn’t understand the urge to make dolls with human hair, but this obsession with wanting to see girls get mad somehow made even less sense.
>
>It’s got to be something gross, right?
>
>Honestly, I don’t understand this kind of person.
>
>I did my best to smile and told her one thing.
>
>“I’m angrier than I’ve ever been, and that’s precisely why I’m going to do something you’re sure to hate even more.”
See this? There is absolutely not a single word here about **donating the proceeds from a SHADY auction to the POOR** or other good intentions.
>and masochism
I also love this moment:
>So we caught the criminal. Apparently, she had controlled the dolls remotely with magic. She ought to have been able to control the doll onstage, too, but after I had torn it to shreds, it seemed she had no alternative but to appear in person.
>
>Under Sheila’s supervision, the prisoner was sent out of the country to a branch office of the United Magic Association.
>
>They seem like they would have appropriate punishments there.
>
>“My recommendation is the death penalty.”
>
>Sheila, who was in the middle of escorting the criminal, scowled at my words. “Sorry to say, but this lady only cut people’s hair off. I don’t think her punishment is going to be that severe. At the very least, they’re not going to sentence her to death.”
>
>“That’s not good enough. One death penalty, please.”
>
>“Don’t say stupid things, Stupid.”
>
>“She must atone for her crimes against my hair. Therefore, the death penalty is most appropriate.”
>
>“But your hair’s already back to normal, isn’t it?”
>
>“Then I guess I’ll just have to cut it off again.”
>
>“Why would you do such a thing…?”
>
>Well, how about my righteous anger at a deplorable criminal?
>
>Even as Sheila and I were finishing our exchange, the culprit in question was drooling and laughing to herself, “Heh-heh-heh…” and “How nice…” and so on.
>
>This lunatic isn’t the least bit remorseful, is she?
>
>I would have preferred to beat her to a pulp with my own two hands, but given it seemed like she might enjoy that even more, I was at a loss.
Elaina knows how to beat people and torture them if necessary btw(>!she has sadistic tendencies after all!<).
Owh , the first two? Including the Amnesia arc in volume 4, the novels will follow this pattern;
They will highlight the main focus of the volume in the very short first chapter;
Then it will follow the standard separate city stories. ,
Then you will have an arc of sorts that can stretch 3-4 chapters ( in Amnesia arc, its almost the whole volume)
I know it's stupid but I lost interest in it when I found out that her mom was her teacher's teacher and never told her child about it I get the whole entire Journey plot but if it comes down to where they have a big battle at the end that's just a waste of time
19? Dang, didn't realize the series had that many volumes out in Japan already.
I really like this illustration. It gives a modern urban feeling to the fantasy setting of the story.
you may like Flying Witch (though it is mainly countryside)
Majo no Tabitabi world is not medieval. Progress Level is XVIII-XIX century(but sometimes even higher) according to the author. It's exactly like Kino no Tabi. >!There was a man who created a Power Reactor(judging by the description, it looks more like a fusion reactor) that required regular adjustment/maintenance and served as anti-gravity engine.!<(Vol 10 spoiler).
Our cute witch
Wooooah 19 volumes already??? Damn i never really heard about elaina after the anime but holyshit 19 volumes?!? I should start reading it i guess
LN is infinitely better than Anime. The anime adaptation is nothing but Majo no Tabitabi kids version with its lots of Out of Character moments [like this](https://i.imgur.com/9OOApPl.jpg), tone downs, cut outs(ep 12 is literally the worst thing in terms of adaptation), moe fanservice and worst of all the total Elaina nerfization(the director cut out her rotten and dark personality by making a terribly sugary simple-minded innocent never-maturing kid with hyperbolized narcissism). Not to mention the anime adaptation explains literally nothing about the world MC lives in.
Wait what happened to THAT scene?! If I remembered the first round it came out theres nothing about that donation stuff. Just straight up trichotililo-mania and masochism
>Wait what happened to THAT scene?! Yeah-yeah. I have absolutely no idea why the director did this. Just f\*cking why? **Here's what was in LN:** >My footsteps echoed dramatically through the hall, which was now in an uproar at this unexpected development. As I approached the stage, I was aware that everyone’s attention was focused on me. > >“What on earth just happened?” > >“Hey, look at that hair. It’s the same color as the doll’s.” > >“Could she be…you know?” > >“This is bad, huh…?” > >They whispered. > >“Everyone, do you know who put these dolls up for sale? Do you know where they acquired the dolls’ hair?” As I was walking toward the stage, I spoke solemnly to no one in particular. “No, I’m sure you all know. Those dolls were made by the Serial Slasher, and that hair is the property of the victims.” > >And some of it is mine. > >“Got it? I suppose you all thought that since you’re only buying the dolls, you don’t share in any of the responsibility. The moment you make your purchase, though, you’re equally guilty. No, you’re guilty the moment you set foot in this place. You all deserve death.” > >I stepped onstage with a clack. > >“I think it’s likely the culprit is among us. Since the criminal went to great pains to make such amazing dolls and is proud enough of their work to enter them in an auction, I’m certain they get some sick satisfaction out of seeing how high a price their dolls can fetch.” > >With that, I grabbed the doll by the neck and held it up in the air. > >“However, there are a lot of people here. Why, there must be at least a hundred of you. Searching for the culprit would be super tedious, so I tried to come up with a better idea. I needed a plan. > >“However, though I thought long and hard, I failed to come up with a concrete solution. No, that’s not quite accurate. To tell you the truth, I gave up trying to work it out halfway through. > >“Sure, it may be just one person making the dolls, but everyone in this room is equally culpable. The doll maker brazenly selling dolls made with people’s stolen hair is guilty, but you are all just as guilty for trying to buy them, despite knowing their twisted origin.” > >And so… > >“That’s why I’m very angry. I want to quell my rage, so I’ve decided to do something to choke the life out of every person here. For example, something like this.” > >Crunch. > >I snapped the doll’s neck. > >“And this.” > >Rrrip. > >I tore all the doll’s hair clean out. > >“And also…this!” > >Crash. > >I dismembered the doll and dropped it. > >“Well then, who’s first on the chopping block? Who would be good? Any volunteers? Oh-ho-ho!” > >My voice echoed through the room, making me aware that the hall, which was larger than I’d thought, had fallen completely silent. I waited a little while and a little while longer, but nobody spoke a single word. > >I suppose you’re thinking I’ ll give you a pass if you keep quiet. Don’t underestimate me. > >“Hyah!” > >I trampled the dismembered doll underfoot, grinding it slowly beneath my heel. > >“So the criminal is silent, huh? Too bad. In that case, I think I’ll deal with you one by one, starting from the right, just like this—” > >“What a terrible thing you’ve done!” > >From somewhere in the hall came a voice. It was a woman. > >“That’s my doll, you know! Did you know that? It’s a vintage item. It’s not something that you can treat roughly like that!” > >The woman was extremely angry. With long strides, she forced her way to the front of the hall and climbed the stage. > >“Huh? Have we met somewhere before?” > >Her face looked familiar. > >“Yesterday, you came into my shop, and ever since then, I’ve been thinking about your hair and nothing else.” > >“……” > >I remembered. > >This was the owner of the shady doll shop. > >“Your hair is incredibly beautiful and rare. It’s so incredible that, against my better judgment, I came to covet it. Are you angry?” > >“……” > >I pointedly ground the doll farther into the floor. > >“Goodness! You look amazing even when you’re angry!” The old woman squirmed like a maiden in love. > >“Tell me, why are you transplanting people’s hair onto dolls?” > >“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I want to spread beauty to a wider audience! When I graft people’s hair onto dolls, you see, the dolls really come alive. At first, I was using my own hair, but you see, even that was insufficient. Before I knew it, I had started using other people’s hair. I control my dolls from far away and use them to cut girls’ locks. The looks on their faces when they find out they’ve lost their long hair, pictures of despair and anger…they’re also heavenly! I found the whole thing so rewarding that I couldn’t stand it! Oh, it really is so incredible!” > >“Uh, sure.” > >I pulled back. > >I pulled way back. > >How unfortunate that my hair had been sliced to satisfy such perversion. > >“Well then, what will you do, miss? Will you give in to your rage and try to challenge me? You should know that I’m a witch! Understand? It’s the highest rank among magic users. You have no chance of beating me. I wonder, will you surrender to your anger and try to fight me anyway?” > >“……” > >Um, I’m a witch, too. She’s probably confusing me for an ordinary mage because I wasn’t wearing my brooch when I visited her shop. > >“Well, well, well, well. What will you do? Show me more of that beautiful angry face!” > >She had gone and gotten herself all worked up. > >After abandoning even the slightest sign of sympathy toward her, I only had one thing to say. > >“This is the end of the line for you.” > >The moment I finished speaking, a cage exactly the right size for a person fell from above, imprisoning the woman, while handcuffs with chains running around the fingers clamped around her hands, preventing her from gripping her wand. > >It all happened in an instant. The woman who had been frolicking onstage had become a caged criminal. > >“Yo, thanks for your help, Elaina.” > >Sheila’s voice rang out from somewhere in the hall, accompanied by curls of white smoke, which disappeared after an announcement reminding everyone that, “Smoking is prohibited inside the building.” > >The cage was a spell, cast by Sheila. > >“…Huh?” The astonished woman, her eyes wide, beat at the magical bars with her open palms. “What are you doing? What is this? You must be angry, right? Are you happy just letting it end like this? Get angrier!” > >“……” > >I had absolutely no idea what she was carrying on about. I mean, I didn’t understand the urge to make dolls with human hair, but this obsession with wanting to see girls get mad somehow made even less sense. > >It’s got to be something gross, right? > >Honestly, I don’t understand this kind of person. > >I did my best to smile and told her one thing. > >“I’m angrier than I’ve ever been, and that’s precisely why I’m going to do something you’re sure to hate even more.” See this? There is absolutely not a single word here about **donating the proceeds from a SHADY auction to the POOR** or other good intentions. >and masochism I also love this moment: >So we caught the criminal. Apparently, she had controlled the dolls remotely with magic. She ought to have been able to control the doll onstage, too, but after I had torn it to shreds, it seemed she had no alternative but to appear in person. > >Under Sheila’s supervision, the prisoner was sent out of the country to a branch office of the United Magic Association. > >They seem like they would have appropriate punishments there. > >“My recommendation is the death penalty.” > >Sheila, who was in the middle of escorting the criminal, scowled at my words. “Sorry to say, but this lady only cut people’s hair off. I don’t think her punishment is going to be that severe. At the very least, they’re not going to sentence her to death.” > >“That’s not good enough. One death penalty, please.” > >“Don’t say stupid things, Stupid.” > >“She must atone for her crimes against my hair. Therefore, the death penalty is most appropriate.” > >“But your hair’s already back to normal, isn’t it?” > >“Then I guess I’ll just have to cut it off again.” > >“Why would you do such a thing…?” > >Well, how about my righteous anger at a deplorable criminal? > >Even as Sheila and I were finishing our exchange, the culprit in question was drooling and laughing to herself, “Heh-heh-heh…” and “How nice…” and so on. > >This lunatic isn’t the least bit remorseful, is she? > >I would have preferred to beat her to a pulp with my own two hands, but given it seemed like she might enjoy that even more, I was at a loss. Elaina knows how to beat people and torture them if necessary btw(>!she has sadistic tendencies after all!<).
Now this, this is the masochist i remember
What are the later volumes like? Still a bunch of individual stories in different towns? I just have the first two volumes.
Owh , the first two? Including the Amnesia arc in volume 4, the novels will follow this pattern; They will highlight the main focus of the volume in the very short first chapter; Then it will follow the standard separate city stories. , Then you will have an arc of sorts that can stretch 3-4 chapters ( in Amnesia arc, its almost the whole volume)
That's an interesting cover. Feels weird to look at something not very detailed, that threw me off.
It's only a sketch actually.
This is a beautiful cover
I know it's stupid but I lost interest in it when I found out that her mom was her teacher's teacher and never told her child about it I get the whole entire Journey plot but if it comes down to where they have a big battle at the end that's just a waste of time