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

It is a common story.

Elementary school, middle school.

The man was being bullied.

It's not violent.

Neglected, ignored, to the extent that objects are sometimes gone.

There was a reason.

For unreasonable reasons.

The man's father worked for a company that manufactured and sold pet food.

It is a fine job.

But.

It has nothing to do with children.

And even to certain people who received it as' pet related 'work.

"I want you to give away the cute cat cheap"

"Well, if it's pet food, I can get it for a little bit cheaper."

"That dog that was in that CM is cute. Hey. But it became popular and I couldn't get it. Is there anything we can do?

"Well, I don't work in a pet store."

The response of a man's family is natural.

Because it's a different kind of work.

But.

It has nothing to do with children.

Only for how long was the man said.

I can't believe your father works for his pet, but he won't give it to me.

It is further said that he will also be in elementary high school and middle school.

Hey, hey, you know what? A pet shop is a pet that has been sold... and I'm sure his father.

The facts no longer matter.

Even if you deny it, the air that was once made doesn't cover it that way.

The man was spending a lot of time alone.

At school.

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"Right now...... looks like everyone was fine"

When I went home from school.

Man, it was routine to get an enthusiastic welcome.

Three dogs rushing from the garden.

Shell Tea, Siberian Husky, Golden Retriever.

When I walked into the house after I was alone.

Seazoo waiting on the front porch, Pomeranian.

The cats aren't interested? But I was a little curious who came, but I flickered and looked at the man.

At school, even lonely, the man had friends when he got home.

Men were more trusted and loved than anyone else.

Take a walk, give him the company pet food his father works for, clean, brush, shampoo at times, and sleep with him.

I have a lot of dogs and cats at home, even though you won't give them away.

I guess that was also the cause of jealousy.

Whatever they said at school, the man was on the loose.

I have friends.

A lot of friends we played with, taught and taught, and made with a definite trust.

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"Kenichi, can I get another one?"

"Father, again? I don't care how big you say the garden is...... not tight?

"Ken, say that. Dad, you can't help it, can you?

"Oh. Sorry."

"What, you've already made up your mind. Oh, what shall I do?"

When I was in high school, bullying was lurking.

I guess my classmates have been busy playing in love to study.

He didn't seem to be hippo enough to be a mediocre, silent man in school.

Besides, the high school a man attends is a private high school in the city.

It's not something that I would talk about so much if I wasn't proud of myself or how different my father's profession is.

No matter what happened at school, I had friends when I got home.

It was not so gloomy or violent.

The man was getting over the bullying he had received in elementary and secondary school.

Seriously, go to class, study before the exam, and go straight home without clubbing.

If you have business, we'll talk, and the answers are normal.

If you graduate, your classmates will be completely forgotten about the presence of men, etc.

About a mediocre man everywhere, etc.

Both the high school attended by the man and his father's company were in the city.

But the house was in Chiba Newtown.

so you can have a pet.

No.

Like (...) p (...) t (...) to be (...) led (...) taken (...) ru (...).

A man's father wanted a large garden.

Not tight? With that said, the man was laughing as he said what to do.

More friends, he said.

I'm glad we picked it up.

The man already knew.

My father's place of business working for a company that manufactures and sells pet food is, of course, a pet shop.

Dogs and cats in a man's house, they were asked to pick them up.

What happens if I don't have a pickup address?

The man already knew.

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Out of high school, out of college.

The man got a job.

to companies manufacturing, importing and selling pet g (...) p (...) z (...).

When he decided to get a job, his father laughed that this was enough, etc.

It's not like that, but it's not irrelevant.

Father's job, a friend who took it from me.

I'm sure it affected the man.

Finally, it is certain that Uke was good in the interview.

The man went to the office from his parents' house.

The pay is quite good, but I think I chose to go from home to work in the city rather than live alone in a pet-friendly property.

Seems to have prioritized living with my parents' friends over shortening them by a little over an hour on the train.

Because the train fare is unusually high for some reason, but I get out of the company as a transportation cost.

Two and a half hours round trip.

The man was killing time surfing the internet.

There are as many hippocampus as there are.

Website boasting about your dog.

Bulletin boards where like-minded people gather.

Explore several sites that have become regular, peek at the usual slew, and search from time to time.

And.

The man found it.

Write without hesitation.

Wow!! and.

Lightly, in Cotehan.

I'm sorry, but you guys aren't dealing with me, etc., with excuses in your head.

"[Pull Neat] It sounds like after I haven't been out in 10 years, I've come to different worlds from home to home. [Escape?

The first thread Eugene put up.

Kenichi Sakuma, 25 years old.

Kotehan Overwhelming Dog Party, it is the moment of birth.

My parents' cats will be even more approximate.

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Since I found Slate, commuting time has been a blissful time for men.

Follow Eugene's sleigh and write.

To the bravery of Cotareau, a man who gets hit by adorability.

Always around the man commuting on the same train, there was only room for how long.

Looks like they thought he was a little dangerous.

I didn't just fall in love with Cotalou.

The man also reacts to Chemomimi.

The fuzzy type of beast man seems to have looked cute to a man.

In a playful animal sense.

Because it's not like Chemonar Lv.MAX.

But.

The man did not attend the first camp-off.

We have dogs waiting to take care of me.

My parents take care of me too, but it would be a word of affection.

However, the cats seemed cold to the man who gave up on the thought of a severance. Maybe it's because I named him an overwhelming doggist or something. I don't want you to go near a man, but I want you to stay away from me when I want you to.

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The turning point for the man was the second campoff.

Sole in Forest Park, after BBQ, went to Eugene House for hope, and those who did not want to go were scheduled to camp in Forest Park.

A man who did not want to go to another world decided to join him if he did.

I leave the care of the dog and cat in the house to my parents, and for a fee, the man heads to Utah.

Chiba Newtown to Utsunomiya.

"Mm-hmm. Do you want to bypass numbers 16 to 4? But it's crowded with cedar."

Apparently he brought up the house mike.

I enjoyed my first BBQ.

He's the only guy I've talked to so far on the bulletin board, but he's got a lot of communal power.

Although it also seemed significant that there was a common topic called Cottaro.

BBQ dropped a paragraph and the guy was drinking beer alone right now.

A man who has no hope of going to another world stays in a forest park campsite like this.

Looks like you unlocked the beer because you don't have to move the car.

The man swoops into one's thoughts as he stares at the remains of a campfire staked out by unnamed Tony and Meat.

"What's up? Tell me if it's just awkward. Because he seemed troubled."

"Oh, Mr. Cool Nettle. Well, sort of."

"I'll tell you about it. 'Cause I can't tell you, I'm a crushed cunt."

"I wondered why Neat was so good. Right... you see, there was talk that Eugene's world was tougher than I thought? There's a monster, there's a bandit. So we went to the other world, and hopefully we got weapons."

"The county superintendent has a prefabricated warehouse for last year... but there's an extra one for this year."

"So, you see, the other world is light on life."

"From what I've heard about Eugene so far, I'm pretty sure that's it"

"Oh. But..."

"But?"

"Even in this world, life is light. Except for humans."

"Think from Cotehan, the overwhelming doggist, is it pet-related?

"Ha, you're too conjectural. Well, my father and I are in a pet-related business, not directly. Still, the pet store is open. Sometimes they ask me if I can take it."

"I've heard of it in Uwasa..."

"Well, more or less, I can find a pickup. Even shops are likely to sell and prepare. Normally."

"That being said... sometimes you can't predict, can you? You may say it the way you want, but you're not free to control the supply."

"... what kind of cool nit were you working on? No, I don't think so. Yes, you're right. That's why life is so light in this world."

"Hmm..."

"I'd like to do something about it."

"The problem is the balance between demand and supply, and the timing... it's been an imbalance since the beginning, so why don't we just collapse?

"Huh?"

"I'm not familiar with the pet industry...... I misread and overbought it, and selling it off is the problem I want to do something about for the dogs, right?

"Oh, oh."

"Then you just have to make sure of the demand and supply it when you're ready. Words are bad, but order production is normal, right? Even delivery times are not unlikely to be long. Besides, people who think 'life is light' seem to be other than dogs. If it was a job I got when I was active, I'd be stuffed."

"Order production... without putting it in the store, making an appointment and then being a breeder? Even if someone blurts out, let them understand... can we?

"I'm also allergic to saying I'm not familiar with it... when that's the case, it's one hand to stretch out related products. You're just bad at appealing to your feelings and soliciting donations. Unstable income makes continuous operations tough."

"Pet food, goods... is that all you're missing? Cafes, dogging... and then connecting with breeders. Because there must be some people who think the same..."

A man who groans and thinks bumps.

Elementary and secondary schools, men were being bullied.

Supporting lonely men, it was my parents' dogs and cats I was with.

The grown man knows.

That's the rest of the pets his father picked up.

Without a pick-up destination, it should be like a man's reputation for 'life is light'.

If I could speak to the pet store, where Pet Food Goods operates, my father and man would have picked it up.

It's just a trivial effort from the whole point of view.

It's regrettably small for a man who calls himself an overwhelming dog-man, for a man who has been loved and loved by dogs and cats.

The more Eugene wants to scream, the more those who know Eugene say, 'The other world is lighter in life,' the more for a man who knows reality, this one too.

The man thinks.

A business model inspired by the cool Nettle.

No, it's not enough to say a business model, a small idea.

"Well, it wouldn't be about thinking here. I'll give you my contact information, so you can email me if you want to talk to me."

"Oh, oh, thank you. Um, what was Cool Nettle really about?

"Oh, I was a consultant. Neat from intense duty, depression. A common story."

The trigger is that I found the bulletin board. That I learned about Eugene's world.

And.

Having participated in the second camp-off.

Cotehan, overwhelming dogs.

A man who has been bullied with elementary and secondary school because of his childish decisions and mistakes.

Healing the man's loneliness were the dogs and loved cats his father had taken over. The cat didn't seem to behave like a cat.

He graduates from high school and college and works for a company that manufactures, imports and sells pet goods.

Every time I hear 'different worlds have light lives,' a man who's been feeling uncomfortable.

Participating in the second campoff, and inspired by cool Nettle's words, the man moves out.

The self-launched pet store and dog cafe said there were no show windows and no animals for sale were in the store.

Pet purchases are fully booked and buyers have scrutiny and do not know when they can be purchased.

Its pet shop, which opened further suburbs of Chiba Newtown, was in an unusual form but managed to make a profit.

Supported by sales of dog cafes combined with pet food and pet goods revenues.

Income is more painful than it was during the salaried years.

Still, the guy seems to be working neatly.

Though he seems to be suffering from the restoration of trust with his beloved cats. Overwhelming dogs, because they call it etc.

A man who stared back at the 'lightness of life', inspired by the fact that Eugene went to another world.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.