10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Hmm, oh, I miss this heck. I think I'll stop by and go."

A black light car running down a two-lane road takes a left onto the country road. Next to the road, Inaho, who had just waited to be pruned, hangs his head, showing a beautiful golden color.

"Ooh! I knew this season would be beautiful. Japanese countryside! I feel like this is still the prefectural seat..."

Hahaha, and mimi laughing powerlessly. On the way home from the Gucci Games named Tea Party with a kindergarten mom friend. He seems to have chosen this path for the purpose of enjoying the scenery as well as looking at the site of the Hojo family.

"Which, the Hojo family remains vacant nonetheless... Huh?

Indeed, the site of the Hojo family remained vacant as before.

But somehow the place has a car parked and a tent set up.

If you look closely, there seems to be a lot of luggage stacked next to the car.

"Huh? Yeah? Nanicole?"

Hemi parks her car in front of the site of the Hojo family and gets out of the car with a rattling noise. The smartphone is gripped in the hand and the 110 is set up to just transmit. It is a vigilance that Eugene should apprentice. My mother is strong.

"I'm sorry, is anyone there? This is my friend's land."

"Oh, you've made me suspicious. I'm sorry."

Perhaps the response to the invoked voice of Keimi is a low and calm voice. It was a voice that reassured people, as if they were after it.

Slowly one man emerges from the tent.

When I was 50 years old, I would be in my 50s, or a well-dressed suit. Hair has less dark hair than all around gray hair. The corner butch glasses on the metal frame give an even firmer look. It is out of place.

If you look closely, he carried a large rucksack on his back. Underfoot is a sneaker that seems easy to walk in. New Yorker a long time ago.

"My name is County Clerk and I represent Mr. Sacramento Flores. Mr. Sakura Flores has given you permission to enter the Hojo family land."

A man who names himself without panic for being questioned.

But Sakura's friend Emmi couldn't seem to believe it.

Naturally.

"Oh, hello, Sakura, are you okay now? Yeah, if I go to some Sakura house, I have a weird uncle in the vacant land..."

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"Oh, Mr. Sakura. Yeah, that's right. I'm the county superintendent. Yes, yes. Is this about an example? Your friend is next door... Yep, okay, bye. As I emailed you the other day, the water, gas and electricity, and the companies' matters were cleared up. Yes, and as I mentioned in the email, please consider the matter of the search application and whether or not to submit it. The disappearance will be concluded in seven years, so Yuji's absence allows for various legal proceedings. Of course, if they come back here, it's possible to undo it. Yes, yes. Then you will take her place. I'm sorry, Emmi, but we've talked about something else, so I'll pay the call fee."

"Oh, Sakura, I'm sorry. I'll hang up again! County Superintendent, the call fee is good! I didn't doubt it!

"No, I don't mind. Because it's natural to be suspicious. I was saying hello to my neighbor..."

She spoke on the phone with Sakura and convinced even more suspicious men that she was finally the right person to name by letting Sakura talk on the phone. I bow my head wide and apologize for the disrespect. Nevertheless, in this case, Emmi's actions would be normal.

"So... what happened to the lawyer's teacher, that outfit? And a tent, this cardboard..."

Although someone figured it out, that didn't convince them all. Keimi looks around and overlaps questions.

"That's right. Did you know that Yuji Hojo is in another world?

"Yeah, I'm the one who taught Sakura, and I'm looking at the bulletin board... Huh?

Facts asked by a serious looking man in his 50s dressed in a suit.

Plus a pile of cardboard and a tent placed on the site.

A SUV from a domestic manufacturer who has a reputation for evil roads and in some places is also an armored car, modified by demons.

And a big backpack that still stays unloaded and carried.

Somehow, I can imagine why a man is here.

"Yuji heard that the gates, hedges and houses that were on the grounds seemed to have gone to different worlds. So I started thinking that if I left it here, things would also go to different worlds. The results were here as they were after days. I wondered if I could stay here without the next person."

It is as expected by Emmi. This man named County Superintendent seemed to believe that Eugene had gone to different worlds and to find out under what conditions he would be sent to different worlds.

"Um... but I tried to stay, so did the county commissioner go to another world?

Large backpack carried, sneakers underfoot. Huimi asks even more, half anticipating the answer with what she sees.

"You couldn't go with the results. I've stayed a few times. And then I think I'll try to stay back and forth on the same day Yuji seems to have moved to another world."

"No, that's fine...... Um... what about your family?

Before the insane behavior of a commonsense looking man, there is no usual momentum for Emmi.

"It's okay. My son is already working, and my wife is dying early."

That's what I said, county sheriff, who quietly drops his gaze on the ground in loneliness.

"No, you know, that's just deceptive and out of sight, right?

But Hye Mi didn't seem to be fooled. My mother is strong.

"Isn't that nice? My son was independent, and I had a paragraph of work to do. I want to go, different world. It's been a dream for a long time."

After all, that seemed to be the true story of the county superintendent.

It is true, however, that neither man nor thing could be sent from the site of the Hojo family to another world.

All right, I have to write this information into the validation thread. So determined Hye Mi.

Apparently it is already too late for her.

No, apparently it was already too late for both Emmi and the county chief.