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

Go down to the first floor in the morning.

In the morning or after 10: 00.

My usual routine.

A graceful brunch in a home with no one.

"Mm-hmm, nothing. Make something."

Stir eggs and sugar in a plate.

Add the milk and mix again and soak the bread, chopped into four pieces.

Put the frying pan on fire while the bread absorbs the egg fluids, and take one for now.

I just finished smoking and put butter in the frying pan and bake the bread.

"Hey, I can do it. French Toast in a Shorter Time Version"

Coffee and French toast.

It's an elegant brunch today.

I can cook as easily as I can. Neat, though.

"Um, it's good. If I had money, I would open the store. Sweet cafe."

With my mouth, I know I wouldn't do that if I had money.

I don't care what you think.

"Hmm? What is this? Did your mother put it down?

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, grabbing a plate and eating French toast. What stuck in my eyes was a piece of paper that was on the table.

"Camping off?... Oh, is Eugene his asshole"

The story that underpinned the film that came out last fall.

It's a camp that started with a lie about Nettle going to different worlds from house to house.

I remember when the movie came out and the wide show and the internet were all about Eugene.

"Don't worry about believing this often. If it's true, take me to another world."

Even I saw the movie, and I read the whole story's original story.

Well, that's a good story, isn't it?

If they get together at the Hollywood level, they'll be able to do anything with CG. We said to ourselves, 'This video is a real thing!' Or so he said, hey.

There are people who believe a lot.

"So, camping off? BBQ, clothes store, shoe shop, beauty salon, screening...... Leah. Is Anime Oat opening a store?

Aside from talking about him like Eugene.

I'm simply attracted to camping off.

He cares about the barbecue, and most importantly, he can buy clothes and cut his hair. Silently.

"Seriously. Beauty salons are hard to talk to. Don't ask," What are you doing? "Koch is Neat."

I quit the company I worked for after graduating from college, and when I realized it, I became Neat for two years.

Unemployment insurance runs out, too, and a life of chopping down savings.

Well, I'm not willing to do anything until I run out of savings. I don't want to work.

"The entry fee is free and the cutting fee is low. I think I'll go. If you're not good, you should come home. I'm close."

Just because it's Neat doesn't mean it's pulling.

Sometimes I get out of Fluffy City even though I don't need it, or I do some Lanobe and Manga and Game and Fish in Akiba.

I guess I'm blessed that my parents are in Tokyo. It's a foothold.... BE, it's not like the foothold is insecure at all! I don't know how many bicycles they stole! Huh.

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"I don't really ride down there... but it's close, Shinkoeya. So the bus stop, all the time."

Apparently the camp-off date is April 12 regardless of the week.

A day when Eugene went to another world.

Well, I don't have anything to do with the day of the week, either. Neat!

Rather, Saturday and Sunday are crowded everywhere, so it would be appreciated on weekdays.

One of the camp-off venues, Shimizu Park, apparently has a free shuttle bus from Shin-Echiya Station.

15 minutes at every station from my parents' house to Shinjutsuya.

He said he had to be close in the first place.

"Here is the rear of the bus to Shimizu Park! Use this if you are a camp-off participant!

Placard I see a man shouting up in one hand.

Is the bus just coming, the queue is swallowed up by the bus?

"Oh, I'll ride, too"

I shouted and boarded the bus.

Quiet in the car.

Are you all jerking off your smartphone or something? Me, too.

Yeah, it might be easier if it's like this.

Staring at the smartphone with that in mind.

I signed up after I decided to go camping off, Eugene's bulletin board.

A relay slate of local conditions stood on the bulletin board.

The operation seems to be a lot finer.

Looking at the smartphone, it looks like the bus has reached its destination.

Shimizu Park.

Take a stream of people and head from the parking lot to the campsite.

They rented out the whole park in the fall campoffs, but only the camp barbecue grounds seem to rent out this time.

As far as the Freshwater Park brochure I was given, it's a lot bigger.

It's too awesome to rent out the whole thing or something.

"Wow dude. We're all hippos. Neat."

Oh, I was Neat, too.

Barbecue had already begun at the campsite.

From what I've seen, more than 100 participants are. It's loud and noisy.

Do they all believe that Eugene went to another world? It's more incredible for me.

I look around as I get a little carried away.

"Is the clothes store and beauty salon that way? The barbecue... well, later, later."

It's not that exciting and hard to join.

I just wanted to go to a beauty salon and a clothes store.

Yeah, it's not hard to get in.

Tell him that and head to the bungalow area.

Because it seems that's the one who has the opening booth.

"Yes, here's the beauty salon reception! Write your hopes on paper and give them to me! If you don't know, just leave it blank."

I could hear that as I walked down the road between the trees.

Eyes on.

"... what that charming old man. Are you okay? Hey. Wouldn't you cut me in silence?"

Stops unexpectedly.

but I walked out again.

Because everyone who filled in at the counter at the reception, and who was cut with chairs lined up outside, was silent.

All I can hear is the music playing here.

Seriously, they cut me in silence.

Take the paper placed on the counter and write it down with the pen that was provided.

Hairstyle. Completely at your disposal.

Hair color. It's troublesome and I don't dye it.

Shampoo. You wouldn't be refreshed if you didn't wash it after you cut it.

Communicate. Be completely silent and round.

Location. OK outside or in the cottage.

Rep. No problems for men or women. I don't care if you're silent. I'm not that much of a nigger.

Give the receptionist a piece of paper and pay for it on the spot.

The price is 2,000 yen.

It is expensive compared to the 1000 yen cut.

I just wanted you to do it silently, and that's okay. It's cheaper than a normal hairdresser.

The guide was a chair arranged in front of the cottage.

They're hanging up around. The customers are hanging up. The hairdresser is silent.

Outside the cottage, maybe it's their space where they wanted to be silent.

"I'll be in charge today. Nice to meet you. So, is this the length you want? Oh, you can just snort. Yes, then you're going to hang up. I'll keep my mouth shut from here, so raise your hand gently if you have any concerns."

A dentist?

I snort in my heart.

Even though I was a hairdresser for my younger sister, I didn't hesitate to add jakki scissors.

I drop my eyes on the smartphone.

Obviously, you have to be weird. Come on.

"Yes, the cut is over. How about this?

Look in the mirror held by the hairdresser with both hands.

Nod for now.

No, all I know is that it doesn't seem crazy.

"Then you shampoo. There you go."

It solidifies when it is said and shown.

... you're a cooking alley.

That's a kitchen where you cut vegetables and stuff outside.

"Bungalow, I don't have a water field. I also have a shower house, so I can show you if you want to wash it yourself..."

Seriously.

So it was cheaper than a beauty salon?

It's just that the chair shower equipment seems to be available.

As far as the shampooing thing goes, they don't wash it whole with the water coming out of the faucet.

Doing it in the kitchen yard was probably more of a drainage problem than feeding water.

Better not be refreshed, I'll sit in the chair as I'm guided.

Weighing all the way up on your back, your head reaches around the sink.

"Yes, I'll go then. Raise your hand if you're hot."

You're a dentist.

Are you ready for hot water?

Oh, it's hot water for Hutu. It's a professional practice to wash it. I feel like being washed in a sink or something.

Are you a poor student of Showa, like washing your head in a sink?

When I finished washing my hair, my sister took something capo out of the drain.

Oh, well, if you flush every cut of hair, it's going to clog your hair.

Surprisingly, I think it's you, but after the cooking place.

Finish your odd shampoo experience and get blown back to the chair.

Do you want to set? I nodded at the question, and it was waxed as it was.

"Here's the thing. When you set yourself up, it feels like putting the wax on the whole thing and gripping it from the roots. That's all that changes my impression."

With that said, I can show you in the mirror again.

Ooh.

Are you a little good at hanging up in a place like this?

Me nodding with that in mind.

The hairdresser who saw it nodded satisfactorily as well.

"This is your medical record. You can have it cut to more or less the same feel in any store if you take this. And I'll give you the puffs and my business cards from the hairdresser I work for."

Receive envelopes and puffs with medical records, business cards.

"Oh, I live in Kitachi. So close."

"Really! They say they camp off every six months, so if it's a good idea, don't come to the store. I think I'll keep it for two months, because it's tight for six months. Bring me your medical records and I'll do it silently at the store!

"Oh, yes."

Ooh, suddenly I got tense.

Is it hard to get a hairdresser nominated, too?

After the beauty salon space, blurry thinking about Ali Kana, etc. if you can also do it silently in the store.

No, it's nothing. The hairdresser's not cute and willing to go! Because silence was just easier!

I was dropped off waving a bum and a little awkward.

I cut my hair, I'm not hungry yet.

In the meantime, do you want to go check on the clothes store?

I want to see Anime O too!

I also walk out of the cottage area fluttering.

I don't care about Eugene's story, it's getting better.