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

Los Angeles, USA.

Eugene's sister Sakura and her husband George were in a car driven by their friend Lewis.

Lewis, you're going to meet a couple of friends with a wide face who seem to know Pattanners.

"Mr. Lewis, does that couple live around here? Something... it's a luxury residential neighborhood... Besides, is it okay if we meet for the first time at home?

'I don't care, Mr. Sakura! People who can talk to both couples, they've been looking after us since we were younger! Don't be so nervous, because you're good people and you're rather determined to be funny!

Sakura's anxiety is a pleasant thing to drive Lewis.

Next to Sakura sitting in the back seat, George was messing with the tablet around his nose. Apparently, I already found a pattanner. I'm curious. I'm squeaking all alone about which one to get a look from.

'Okay, here we are, here we are! Wait a minute!

Lewis parked the car in front of a house.

No, it's probably in front of one house.

Behind the gate, there's no house where you can see it, but you probably drive in and there's a house ahead of you.

Oh, no, what is this, and Lewis telling me something over the intercom without worrying about Sakura whining in Japanese.

The gate opens.

"Oh, I wonder if those two know Pattanners!

In a good mood and at my pace Lewis.

Flashing Sakura.

George messing with the tablet.

The chaos in the car was ignored and the line arrived at the mansion.

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Living room with sunlight slipping in through a large window.

No, a perfect space, presumably a living room.

Sakura was sitting on the couch with her body down.

I noticed.

That the modern sofa, which was casually placed, is a famous and expensive delicacy at the hands of the designer.

Sakura sits without being molested. I am a small citizen. The old lady greeted me and showed me to the living room, but I don't seem to remember much being hit by the mansion.

Lewis and George, on the other hand, were relaxed. Without flinching into the mansion, rather somehow the two are thrilled by the story of the Americans. They are my paced creators.

'Hey, you kept me waiting. How are you, Lewis?

It was the old couple and one woman who showed up.

Sakura, who had heard of Lewis's friend, is surprised by the age difference with Lewis.

But in America, it's not uncommon to be friends with age differences.

'Oh, I knew it. Ma'am, may I remind you?

The old woman who led the line to the living room seemed to be a friend of Lewis's. I thought that might be the case at the time of the guide, but I guess I saw it once again and was convinced. An elegant old lady smiles softly and speaks to Sakura.

'Huh?... Excuse me, have I seen you anywhere?

'Yeah. I don't know how many years ago... By plane back to Los Angeles from Japan. I talked to the lady next door across the aisle. Don't you remember?

"Oh! Of that time! You understand very well!

It flew to Japan after being contacted by a friend of mine, Emmi, who said that Sakura didn't know why "Eugene went to another world".

Clean up Gotagota in the UT and when you return to LA.

It was when I was excited to use the business sheet.

Indeed, Sakura had been spoken to by an elegant woman sitting across the aisle.

Sakura finally shows her surprise.

'Yeah, something that was a lovely smile from a cute little lady. Will my favorite brother be well?

Sakura was 28 at the time. Not to say lady. No, I'm sure he just called me 'Lady' in English. Probably.

Sakura makes you laugh less often than not. It was a blissful time to enjoy to the fullest the benefits of the Japanese face seen on the child's face.

"Oh, my God, Sakura, you knew me! Then I wish you'd told me! And you talked about your brother? You talk fast!

Fast-mouthed Lewis like a jerk anyway. High tension. Now it is a mystery why we are friends with a classy old couple.

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'So we were looking for a Pathanner, someone who could give us directions in anticipation of using what we call the tools and technologies of Europe in the late Middle Ages.'

Before the old couple and one woman, it was George who told a long story. Just couldn't seem to leave it to Lewis. As a designer running his own advertising design office, the presentation was a familiar one.

The old couple had glistened their eyes and listened to this nagging story. Even Lewis, who suddenly cuts into the conversation, was so smiling. He is a man of deep nostalgia.

Meanwhile, the other woman had taken the tablet from George early and was checking images and videos and designs from different worlds to eat in. His eyes run bloody and he has an impatient look.

Eventually, the old lady gives a hazy voice.

'Funny, funny! Hey you!'

'Hmm... hard to believe... Lewis, did you find any traces of the machining on this image or on the video?

'No, you said it! If this is processed, I'll bow my head and teach you now! Images may take some time, but videos are soooo impossible! I can't do it over the years!

'Well... if Lewis says so, is this video real...'

That's what the old man thinks. He's nerdy, moody, my-paced, exquisite, single, hot Lewis, but his arms as a CG creator are real.

Even so, it is a little trustworthy.

"Hey, hey, you! Isn't this funny?

'Uhm...... Lewis, George, Sakura. How widespread is this story? Is it a famous story in Japan?

'Um, what do you think? I asked my lawyer's teacher and refused to use the secondary use of images or videos, or to cover them or introduce them in the media at all. But I think it's pretty widespread...'

'I see, is the media saying no? If... Hmm...'

An old man who listens to Sakura and thinks with a bump in his mouth.

You look calm, and there's just Lewis' friend. They seem alike in that they don't care around.

'Wonderful! Wonderful! I'll do it! Leave the designs, patterns and sewing instructions to me!

At best, a woman staring at the image on the tablet screams as she eats in. Apparently, this woman was the pattanner the Sacraments were looking for. Exquisite. Even in the United States, the kind seems to call friends.

Silk dress first! It's not beautiful to have it ready for a proposal! Ignoring the woman screaming, an old man who was thinking about it speaks to Sakura.

It is chaos.

"Mr. Sakura. Aren't you going to make a movie about this?

'... Huh? Yes? What did you just say?

'That said, I signed an exclusive agreement first, from which I raised funds, though. Of course, let's give Mr. Sakura's brother the money he deserves. I would also make a request for a video. Except I'll keep it in the movies...... Yeah, and I want you to be tougher on the media right now. If I do, I want to control the release of the information here.'

'Huh? Uh...?

'Talk to me in good order, you. And Lewis. Lewis, if you did, you didn't explain anything about us? Not at all, nevertheless.'

That's what I said. An old woman who starts partitioning places. Naturally, Lewis has taken the lead in introducing himself by saying your name. There's nothing particularly strange about it.

An old woman, once again facing back, speaks to Sakura, who tilts her neck with Kyoton.

"My husband is a producer, and I'm a screenwriter. This girl often asks for a costume manager. Our conjugal combination is famous, don't you know Mr. Sakura?

An old woman speaking to Sakura with a soft grin.

But.

The polite words of the elegant old lady further confused Sakura.

'Oh, I've heard your name on the dokuri...' Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yes, this is America, Los Angeles.

Beverly Hills, its super luxury residential neighborhood.

The cries of Sakura echoed in the mansion of a couple of famous Hollywood producers and screenwriters.