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

JR Utsunomiya Station West Exit.

Apr 12, 10: 45 PM.

The first wave of Eugene site campoffs had been in the first turmoil since before the rally.

"Hey! I thought you changed the dumpling statue location!

He is commonly known as the Infrastructurer.

He is a winner with a wife and children, working for a local Utsunomiya infrastructure company. He was supposed to lead the first team as a local group, but he was stuck since then.

That's right.

The unique statue of Venus, wrapped in dumpling skin at the west entrance of JR Utsunomiya Station, designated as the meeting point, had been relocated from the west entrance bus terminal onto the pedestrian deck.

"In the meantime, do I have to write the change of location on the bulletin board and wait dispersed when I find someone"

The Eugene site campoffs showed signs of chaos from the beginning.

"Okay, let me in too, nine! Now you've gathered for the first time! We're parking the rented wagon car downstairs, so we're moving that far. Don't get carried away."

Under the decree of the Infrastructurer, the slopes and the men continue.

Oh, I'm a nobody without Kotehan, I can hear you making a wierd noise about whether you're the know-it-all Neat or the Lolicon bastard from the first row.

There were a total of nine (or so) sets of men, including infrastructure stores, that could never be described as stylish, but they were not so prominent.

Anyway, there are so many commercial buildings in this city called Akiba (...) in North Kanto. Visits in groups are usual. But Akiba is just overstating it.

It was precisely the facility just behind that commercial building, its basement, where the wagon car driven by the infrastructure shop arrived: a dumpling theme park with five permanent and daily stores.

I've been here before, come on. You're a tourist destination for locals to show you around, I hear complaints like that.

"Shut up! There's a lot of people out there! You can even compare your food here!

It was a strong valve for the local people and infrastructure stores. As a salarier, the track record of bringing business travelers from the city here and not coming off seems to support his mind.

Just order thoughtfully and a line to toast with tea and beer. Oh, that's a good famous store, I'm thrilled to like this one. What was the claim that it was a tourist destination?

In China, water dumplings and steamed dumplings dominate, and most of the time garlic is not allowed in, and so on. Ah, residents who share their gaze that this guy's savings (cum) is a little ugly when it's real. I don't seem to point it out for now. This is also one form of kindness.

The first group of actionists who came all the way ahead to say they had to have fun because it was Utsunomiya because of this was a group of community-enhancing people.

Either way, the first wave thrived as the Infrastructurer thought it would be.

Indulging in dumplings, some residents showed a red face with beer from daylight, and then the first group of people cooled down a commercial building called Akiba (...) in North Kanto, drove back to JR Utsunomiya Station again with an infrastructure store. Of course the infrastructuralists aren't drinking alcohol. It was only a look at the men drinking beer with resentment.

The time is 12: 50. It is time to rendezvous with the second team heading to the clothing tour and the third team heading to the home center.

A man in a suit carrying a large backpack jumps into his eyes in a row heading to the meeting point. Looks like he's talking to some kind of youth.

In the first row of nine heads, the name of one man comes to mind.

That big backpack in the suit, that's a hell of a county teacher.

From the first to the third, they seemed to be able to rendezvous.

JR Utsunomiya Station west exit, in front of the dumpling statue on the Pedestrian deck.

It seems that all of them, including 30 prospective participants and Friends of the Rate Infrastructurer/Sacrament, gathered in the Second and Third Battalion at 13: 00.

Hiccup, oh, nice to meet you, Mr. George! I also heard a woman who haunted me. But apparently, the only women among the participants are Eugene's sister Sakura and her friend Keimi. However, it could have been a high hurdle for a woman to camp in a place where the first turn off was not well equipped.

"Okay, then the home center group is this way! The clothes club will follow you to Keimi!

The voice of the infrastructuralist sounds. That's right, he's a salaried man with a lot of executive experience in drinking parties.

County teacher and cool Neat don't seem to show their strength in these situations. They were both talking at the rear of the home center group. Do you feel comfortable? It's a combination that you don't want to hear like you want to hear a conversation.

I can also see Sakura's husband George and his friend Lewis. The voice is big. The tension already seems to be the highest one. The residents were distancing themselves from the two. Naturally. Who says they can speak for themselves to Americans in high tension? The brave man was not here. Besides, Sakura to rely on is a clothes set with her friend, Emmi. They seem to board the home center without an interpreter.

The camera old man and the video rep in the validation thread were two people and just turned the camera around. We both have big luggage. Or each pushing a trolley. I mean it.

It is chaos.

It was already chaos before the real camp started.

At this time, unlike the validation offs, they did not bear name tags.

Naturally. I have eyes around me.

But they will soon regret the decision not to tag their names.

It was mixed in inconspicuously.

I was mixed up in a clothes group.

Lori, no, the pedo bastard.