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

"I'm home. Is someone here?

Los Angeles, USA.

Sakura's ears, coming home from the holiday gym street, hear the talk.

"George? Is that it? Is that your room?

Sakura leaves her luggage in the living room and heads to George's room thinking about things like that, even though it's rare for her friends to come into her room.

Looks like Lewis, a friend and CG creator, was in George's room.

along with a 27 "large monitor integrated PC.

"Huh? Hey George, Mr. Lewis. What's that computer?

Two computers lined up at George's work desk, a model popular with creators at 27 inches. Exactly the same thing, but there must have been only one that George always used before Sakura went out.

"Oh, Mr. Sakura, welcome back! It's grandpa! Is that it? I bought it! Better than that. Look at this picture! Eugene's back from the city, uploading new images! Cluttered streets, fashion for beastman shaping! Amazing! No, you haven't even imagined me yet! There's no such thing as another world!

Excited Lewis tells Sakura like a machine gun. Sakura wonders where to stick from and asks George for help with her gaze.

'Look, Sakura, take a look. It's amazing. This mess. Even the color scheme just does whatever you want without uniformity, but overall, it's balanced. Match thin green to purple? That's insane! But beautiful!'

Apparently I didn't get any help from George.

'So? What's wrong, both of you?

'What's the matter, Sakura's brother, Eugene, I also got my computer to talk about and see the images! George and I are also checking the bulletin boards! Yes, if Mr. Sakura is here, we can get him to translate! Oh, can you teach me Japanese? Translation software is hard to understand what it means... Hey, isn't this the best place to be!

"Mr. Lewis... what's your job?

"Oh...... Mr. Sakura. Are you telling me to miss this hot topic and get to work? Stop boring jokes like the Germans!

Apparently, this man, he quit his job and got a hold of Eugene. I am a free man. However, with as much skill, taste and track record as Lewis, I could afford to re-employ if I was willing to work. The pull is again. Even though he's a geek, moody, and difficult to handle as a free man.

Ugh, and sigh loudly, Sakura changing her mind. Apparently, I gave up on Lewis. And Sakura has been in America for 10 years. It was something I was used to for an American good national joke. There's only one trick to deal with. It is through.

"George... you're okay, aren't you?

Sakura asks George, her husband and co-owner. When I say I quit, it is a household crisis. The family is also a crisis.

'It's okay, Sakura.... By the way, what does this mean? I know you're trying to determine the name of the village, but it even translates to the name we're all suggesting. It's hard to understand.'

George, who was messing with his smartphone, raises his eyes and replies that he is okay with Sakura. It is unclear whether he was listening.

What is this, I've never heard of such anxious' okay '? Hang on, you're not Italian, Sakura squeaks. I was unconsciously using a national joke. Sakura seems totally Americanized.

"Er, this is Eugene Village. Village of Cotareau, Alice Chan. You know Nihon, Fujiyama, Samurai, Ninja, right?

George's private room. A 27-inch computer with two pieces. One is in English using translation tools and the other is displayed in Japanese as is.

Sakura explains what was written on the bulletin board while pointing to the monitor. What do you care about this woman?

The eyes of two men who were listening to Sakura shine.

"Sa, Samurai! Ninja!...... Mr. Sakura. Actually, you're still in Japan, aren't you? Like, make it look like a normal person. It's actually Samurai? (d) It could be Ninja...... No way, Mr. Sakura...?

Two men staring at Sakura with anticipation eyes.

"I'm not here! Because I'm not either! Mr. Lewis, why are you trying to see my back! Because there's no armor! Because it's separate from the Sole Japanese ninja!

The tortoise is a ninja, but not a ninja. Sakura seems to be firmly planted with Ameco by her husband George.

"Really. More or less, a ninja is the main source of intelligence, so it's not on the table. You might still be sneaking around. '

Sakura also seems a lot poisoned by fantasy ninjas.

"Oh, they're asking for my last name. It could be good. Hojo! Ever. '

Sakura writes on the bulletin board ignoring two men who spit and watch. George and Lewis looked flatteringly at Sakura, who could communicate accurately in real time.

'All right, Lewis. Let's think about something, too! So let's have Sakura write it down!

'Right.... Yeah, that's it then. How's Eugene of the Dead?

"Oh! That's how they're gonna come out! No, wouldn't you prefer a walking Eugene from a recent thing?

He really wants to get the zombies out.

But I no longer know what that means.

It is Eugene who walks to Eugene the dead.

Is English still my mother tongue? Sakura stares at the two thriving people with their frightened eyes.

'No, in addition to the fantastic fact that this is a different world... How's Castle Rock?

"Excellent, excellent, George! Let's do that!

So let's go, not.

It is the name of the city that the world bestselling author has set the stage for many stories.

I don't care what you think, there are unusual incidents.

'No, wait, George. Wouldn't Arkham be nice, too?

It's okay, isn't it?

It is the name of a city staged by a writer who created a tide of cosmic horror that will last until modern times.

Whatever you think, thumping is coming.

"Already. If you both think about it, take it seriously. Isn't Innsmus good, too?

Why does it bother you?

With all due respect, Sakura seemed willing to do the same.

'Hmmm...... I'm not very responsive. I'm not sure how sensitive the Japanese are. "

Neither the names taken from the zombie things that made Sakura write, nor the horror names, were good enough for the residents of the bulletin board. Naturally. The residents took it as a joke.

'Nice, Houjo Village! Sakura Village is a little embarrassing...'

Sakura dyed her cheeks slightly and whispered shyly. It's like a girl's expression, even though she's 32.

"Sakura Village...... So how about the village of Celisiel?

"Seri seal... is it cherry blossoms in French?

"Already, George."

Ignoring Lewis' words that make sense, gaze intertwines.

Once, when George and Sakura were just friends. That French inspired both of you to be aware of you.

By the way, George's proposal says, 'I want you to marry me. Forever, I'll bloom you. "

Sakura's name comes from cherry blossoms, flowers that come from George's family name Flores. It was the words of Sakura Flores by hanging to become a cherry blossom by getting married.

Sweet enough to spit sugar. George was a romantic. I wish I were dead.

Two people under George's thermal gaze, standing up, and leaning in gently. Lewis to be ignored. It is entirely a world of two.

'You know what, George... I want you to give up going to another world.'

"Well, why not, Sakura? Don't you want to see Mr. Eugene?

Two staring at each other at close range.

'I want to see your brother. But, more than that... I want George and my kids. "

Head over George's chest and whisper softly with his loud eyes, Sakura.

George silently hands around Sakura's hips and slowly walks out toward the bedroom.

'Um, we both... Um, well, then, it's time for me to leave! I'll be back!

The words of Lewis, who rarely read the air, also seemed deafening to the two of them already.

Damn, dammit, Lewis head to the car whispering slang.

By the way, he is single.

That night, Lewis disappeared into Neon Street.

The next day, with a neat look, he appeared at George and Sakura's house.

It was unclear where he went and with whom he had a nani last night.