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

April 12, after lunch.

The site and surroundings of Eugene's house on the outskirts of Utsunomiya had already become fussy.

It is a BBQ & festival that invites residents of the town.

Ingredients and drinks are allowed to be brought in, and all costs other than bringing in are from the organizer's nostalgia.

The strained women's club has lined up stores with edge Japanese style.

Campground built by buying up the site of Eugene's house and its surroundings.

It is pre-open today.

"Well! Sakura, grow up so big!

"Auntie, we met when you were in college, right? He said he hasn't changed height!

"Oh, yeah? Sakura, is this your husband? Handsome."

"Yes, thank you! So this child is our child!

"Ha, Sakura's a child... it's too early for years. Oh, sweetie, I wonder if you could find my child's foreign daughter-in-law."

"Haha, but that's tough, huh? Different habits, even laughing bumps... it doesn't make sense to joke about intertwining images of the country..."

The number of children is low because spring break is over.

Of course, there seems to be a reason why so few young couples still live at home.

Did you skip kindergarten or preschool, to the extent that a few toddlers are shaken?

Finally, the number of men is small.

It's a weekday.

The concurrent farmers, or just working men, seemed unable to participate. Naturally.

A few of the few remaining professional farmers were hanging out with the elderly for a beer.

It was the aunts who enjoyed this BBQ and pussy festival more than the old and old than the children.

As the seller of the store, he shaved in front of the barbecue stove and handed out the meat, "Look, I burned it," and sat down on the chair, blooming in rumors.

Pre-opened, invitees are just totally free, and the aunts seem to be having a great time.

At the heart of the rumor, by the way, is the old story of Eugene, who became not so much a celebrity as the organizer Sakura.

The more exciting the aunts' stories were, the more uncomfortable the system our Sakura was.

The aunts weren't the only ones thriving.

In the vicinity of the prefabricated cabin on a small campsite, preparations have already begun for an evening camp-off.

However, this one is quietly solemn.

It was somehow a bunch of suits even though it was the campsite that was booming.

It is a county superintendent.

And it's not just the county chief.

"The story will be simple. Mr. Eugene is not in Japan. Applicable is the law of the place where you are staying."

"I can't say enough about that. In the first place, it's hard to say where Mr. Eugene is now, even the rule of law."

"Wait, doesn't Mr. Eugene have an exit procedure?

"No, in this case..."

The county superintendent was growing.

No, not in person.

County attorneys, international attorneys who combine, and county attorneys' mentors.

When Eugene heard about going to different worlds, the three of them, and even more knowledgeable residents of the law enforcement community, gathered regularly.

What do you think legally if you can come and go or connect with different worlds?

It is a study group that exchanges views on the basis of existing legislation.

They weren't the only fantasy lovers.

"Hmm, interesting. Isn't it just Japan's problem in this case?

"Why don't you let me consider it in the United States?

Today some of this group seemed to be a couple of producers and screenwriters who came to Japan.

With an interpreter.

Campgrounds built on and around the site of the Eugene family.

If we wanted to cover the campoffs starting in the evening, a circular had been issued that it was only here that the media could handle them.

Instead.

If you come here, the producer himself who makes the movie about Eugene will be surrounded and interviewed.

It was still past lunch, but the various media had begun to prepare.

The parking lot provided by Eugene's neighbor Fujiwara is already full.

It is the sales there in conjunction with the vending machines installed.

Only enclosed coverage of producers is allowed by the media gathered.

Only one company, an American television station, was allowed to shoot footage of the camp-off. It is exclusive.

By the way, it was Conne, the producer, and I was supposed to get paid for the coverage.

The rest of the media will buy footage from there, or the rest later, through the county sheriff, will buy footage taken by the team of old Cotehan Camera and the video reps in the validation thread.

The footage and photographs provided by the Secretariat have been mosaicked by the participants shown.

The Japanese media seem to have teething thoughts.

They can't get out strong when America is in the back.

It also probably affects the fact that the county superintendent has already lodged two unauthorized weekly magazines, several online media outlets, and relentlessly sued them.

Nevertheless.

At the campsite, a bunch of backpacks in suits and boots.

It is out of place.

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At the same time on the same day, Freshwater Park.

There were already dozens of participants here.

One foot faster than the start of the campoff.

"Okay, you're all signed up! Don't take the wristband off!

"Are you in a wristband now? I was Zeke when I was a kid."

"Local Appeal Sanna Infrastructure Shop!

Sneakers in jerseys, tight hairstyles, and a bunch of guys if you do.

These are the active nets who gathered to enjoy the field athletics of Shimizu Park as soon as possible.

No, well, actually, there's more to it than Neat.

"Shut up! I'm not gonna show you that!

"I can already see the starting point, and that's fine."

"Ah? I have an absolutely wet course, a highly challenging course, and a warm-up level course for adults. I wonder what you're going to do."

A child?

The old men are tense. Some young men today. And women.

"You've made up your mind! All participants, all course dominated! Let's go, you guys!

Tony, Kotehan Jane Doe, speaks out in a prestigious voice, but he said he'd get back to you.

The active Netts don't seem to like collective action either.

Whatever.

A group of about twenty people rolled out to field athletics.

The first step is an adventure course.

Nevertheless, it is fortunate that today was almost rented out on weekdays.

Because there are two dozen old men, Zorozolo and Athletic.

Seems like there were some young men and women.

"Hey, let's take a break. Huh?"

"Hey, you just finished one course, huh?

"The next course was just a little bit on the way. Aren't you going to do that? That's pretty tight, huh?

A little over an hour from the start.

The active Nettles had all given up all course domination lightly.

Although I completed 40 Attractions per course, I had already gone to several people.

Being active does not necessarily mean you have health.

Freshwater Park field athletics are hard.

"Right. 'Cause his name's Challenge, right?

"Well, there was a guy like Tarzan who landed on a squid on the water or something, right? Isn't that a total nuisance?

"It's handsome. It's handsome!

"Yu...... uh, the people of the earth to be tested 1, are you okay?

"Hehe, why don't you just give me your real name already? It's okay. Try big 2. I've been helping my parents lately. What about you?"

"I'm helping with the farming, too. I'm still fine with this."

Of course there are those who are not flawed.

Especially the two of them who came all the way to camp off were sloppy.

Sometimes it's just been tried from time to time.

Though they had their grudging eyes turned to the distance between them.

There are no chilling servants or words.

Being active doesn't necessarily make you that communicative.

"All right, break's over! Next is a challenge course! Because the main event water course is the last one!

Tony, Kotehan Jane Doe, still looks fine, too.

No, he says the water course is a main event or something.

Maybe he's tired for a second.

Anyway, the main event should be a camp-off starting in the evening.

April 12.

The fifth campoff is taking place in three places.

It's been six years since Eugene went to another world, and it's the seventh spring.

It seems to be a festival in Japan with Yuji in mind to relax in the village of Houjo.