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

I admired something that wasn't here.

The woman liked stories.

Read books, read cartoons, watch cartoons.

Live school life as a 'quiet child', and.

"Dad, I want to go to a college for clothing, not college."

"... well. Sayuri's a girl, too."

Was it because his father had reassured him that his daughter, who showed 'young girls but calm', had mentioned how girly she was?

The woman's hope was admitted so lightly that it clapped out.

After some materials and school tours and discussions with my parents, I decide where to go to school.

Well, the decision-maker seems to be Asahi, where my parents live.

The woman decided to learn how to dress.

Admire somewhere that's not here.

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At the College of Clothing, the woman was floating.

There were people there who loved clothes.

It was' girly girls' and men imagined by the woman's father.

The woman didn't go after fashion in fashion, she was going our way.

Though highly regarded by the instructors, it is not a good reception from classmates.

Well, the woman didn't seem to care either.

When did a woman become immersed in her hobby?

Think of something that isn't here, imagine the clothes people are wearing there, and make their own.

It's in my room to wear.

I'm not wearing some kind of character costume, but I guess that's definitely cosplay.

Sayuri Fujino, 22 years old.

Later Kotehan, 'My hobby is cosplay'.

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"Thank you for waiting. It's an original blend of coffee."

Kathari, and the sound rings slightly.

Take the east exit of Ikebukuro Station just north.

The first basement floor down the stairs of the miscellaneous building.

Part-time work started when a woman attended a college of clothing.

Even after graduating from college, the woman worked part-time in a coffee shop as a freelancer.

I am a freelancer.

Attending a college of clothing doesn't mean your place of employment is luxurious.

That would be the designer, but it would be the pattanner, but it would be the buyer, but the same.

There are many hopeful people and few recruiting is a narrow gateway.

Though most women didn't seem to get a decent job.

I chose to work part-time in Ikebukuro, not locally, because the school I must have attended was in Ikebukuro.

It won't be because I can stop by Anime O on my way home from work or because there's a Uzza O Ya right next door. Probably.

Or did you choose it in the atmosphere and uniform of the store where you work part-time?

Coffee shops where women work are dedicated shops.

A cup of coffee is around 1000 yen.

It is a super luxury store.

Interior with some retro vibe.

And the uniform of a female clerk who is also a specialty of the store.

Long skirt with black tone, white apron and white brim.

Classic made-up clothes.

Or should I say 'uniform of service'?

Instead of the maid selling it, it blended into a retro space.

Not here somewhere.

Store atmosphere, uniforms for female clerks.

It's as if it's not modern Japan.

I guess that's why the woman decided to go part-time.

No, I'm pretty sure the hourly rate over 1,000 yen was delicious.

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Maybe that was inevitable.

Separate worlds, different worlds, clothes.

She never showed off her own worldview or cosplay, but the woman had searched the internet many times.

To find reference material.

To find a good man.

"Liar, what is this..."

And the woman found the sleigh.

[Going to Eugene Street] Seems like after I haven't been out in 10 years, I've come to different worlds from home part39 [2nd time in 3 months]

It is the second time that Eugene, who went to another world, visited the city of Plumier, he returned and reported.

There was a world that women dreamed of.

Not here somewhere.

There is magic, there are different races, monsters stir, people live.

There are people, there are beasts, there are dwarves, there are toddlers, there are dogs. And Eugene.

Well, I don't care about Eugene... he's an important person because he won't be reported without me.

"Clothes for sale in different worlds... with cloths in different worlds, with technology... with design and patterns... hehe, hehe, hehe"

She is a dangerous woman.

No, it's not.

Finally, the woman found it.

Somewhere not here.

"Oh, already! You know how hard it is to drop a design on a piece of paper? Already!

It is high tension.

The 'quiet' woman seems a little broken.

I have no choice.

Because it leads to the other world and thoughts that have been burning for a long time, and we are going to make more clothes.

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After finding Eugene's sleigh, the woman fishes past logs in between bytes.

And it was the days of attending Yuzawa O at the end of the part-time.

"If it's that worldview... it doesn't look like there's a legging-machine..."

And, whining bumps.

She is a dangerous woman.

"All right, let's write it down. I mean, they're all too deified pattanners! You can design it all you want and you can't make it like this!

Previously the woman wrote once, but at that time it was' Unnamed Neat '.

Although women are freelancers.

Finally, the woman writes, wearing a cotehan.

Pathanner, I'm too deified.

Since then, women have full days.

I work in a retro coffee shop in Ikebukuro and shop for prototype yarn and cloth at ○ Zawaya before and after.

Sometimes I go to AO mates and buy books and illustrations of settings close to the other world where Eugene is. as a reference material.

Patterns of designs posted on bulletin boards and "Free Design/Model Paper Posting & Download Sites," and post designs themselves.

There was also an increase in the number of regular coffee shops to the natural smile leaked by a full-bodied woman every day. No matter how cute, it's hard to get through. Rich men who can pay around 1000 yen for a cup of coffee.

The woman's turning point was when she discovered the bulletin board.

And one more thing.

"Bride costume, I wonder. I don't know his face or his size."

Even though I say bump, the woman starts designing as a delight.

It was the design of a dress made of silk cloth that Kevin had asked to make in order to sign up for an engagement.

Well I finally finished the design and the timing of putting it up on the bulletin board sucked.

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"You're lying, wow... it's really my design..."

A woman flabbergasted to see the design painting on the monitor.

She is a dangerous woman who talks to herself a lot.

No, it's not.

A professional based in the United States redrawed the design of the dress he painted.

Keep the base intact and increase reproducibility so that it can be achieved in different worlds with no machines and limited weaving and dyeing.

I learned the basics, but the woman is unprofessional.

I make my own, but I don't have the experience of making clothes for others to wear outside of my college assignments.

The professionally handed design was enough to surprise the woman.

The modified design painting was accompanied by a free-mail address.

He wants to get in touch with the person who did the original design.

I don't mind if you text me in Japanese.

I was lost for a moment.

Reduces hand tremor, woman sends email.

To prove it was me, accompanied by another version or a bot proposal that I didn't put up on the bulletin board.

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From there, women have busy days.

Making dresses that began in pioneering areas.

While I look at the images that Eugene has made me take, I get in touch with Pathanner, who lives in the United States, to give instructions.

Did Pathanner have a translator, and the exchange of emails in Japanese was smooth.

The dress gradually takes shape and the end of winter.

Several images were uploaded to the bulletin board.

While the snow scenery remains, it is the figure of Celine, who tried on her dress.

I don't know, the woman was in tears.

"No, it's still early. This is Mr. Kevin's dress. If he doesn't wear it, it's not finished yet, yeah."

A woman who catches tears and turns her eyes back on the monitor.

Bulletin board writing catches my eye.

Residents who want to praise their beauty, those who request more images, for Alice, no, no, first for Liese.

The admiration of the pioneering people and Eugene's report that they are going to make many with cloths that are not silk in the spring.

The woman's tear glands collapsed.

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Woman heading to North Asahi Station right next door, not Morning Kasumatai Station.

I'm not going part-time.

"Northeast of Kyoto Hama or the Sakyo Line...... Ah, I can go from Urawa to Shonan Shinjuku Line in one piece. Lucky."

The woman who searched on the transfer guide of the smartphone looked in a good mood.

Apparently we don't use Shinkansen from Omiya.

Although I live at home, because I'm a part-time warrior.

The destination is Utsunomiya.

It was the third campoff.

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"Filming, don't you want to cooperate in costumes, or what? I don't know what to do..."

Finish camping off, on the train home.

The woman is alone.

I'm talking to myself on the train, but there's no problem.

Because there was only one person in the box seat on the Utsunomiya Line.

Probably not a problem.

I had an exchange, but the first American pattanner I ever met.

A pattanner, or a woman working on a movie costume.

One word of English and a conversation that sometimes pinched the interpreter played.

For the first time, the woman met someone who describes a worldview that is not modern and the costume that it deserves.

That, too, is top notch.

And the words she told me cosolitically.

Eugene's story becomes a movie.

If you like, I was wondering if you'd like to join me in making costumes.

The American woman tells the woman that she is on a hobby level.

If you were looking at Mr. Eugene's bulletin board, you already know how to see the world, right? It's hard for you to understand that.

"Don't worry, if you seem to be able to use it, I'll buy it out, whether it's a design or an idea, and why don't you feel free to do it? Or. Hmmm......"

Once again, a woman opens her mouth.

It is solitary.

"Yeah, well, if they don't use it, you can upload it to that site and leave it to Eugene and the others. Let's try it!

That's what I said. A woman holding her fist.

Apparently you've decided to try.

It is, of course, solitary.

Next to the door, an old man sitting on a short bench seat looked at the woman in surprise.

I didn't seem to report it.

Fortunately.

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Kotehan, my hobby is cosplay.

Graduated from the College of Clothing, he is now a freelancer in a coffee shop near the east exit of Ikebukuro Station, wearing classic made-up clothes and working part-time.

Even though I call myself 'hobby is cosplay', my actual hobby is costume making that fits a paranoid worldview.

It's a costume play wearing a costume I made myself, but it's probably not the same as' cosplay 'dressed as a character. He doesn't seem to have noticed.

After discovering the bulletin board, use your knowledge to work on design and patterning.

Designed the dress Kevin gave Gisele to sign up for marriage.

That's why I get a voice from the costume manager of the American group.

After that, I sent her a design proposal and decided to hire some.

The woman said she opened her eyes to the amount transferred as a design fee.

The woman who found 'Somewhere Not Here' in the wake of Eugene's going to another world.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.