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

I don't really think Eugene went to another world, but I tried to come camping off.

Shin-Etsugaya Station, where there is a shuttle bus to Shimizu Park, was close.

I cut my hair pretty much silently for now, and I'm headed to the area where the other stores are opening.

They have a clothes store, a shoe store, and then a glasses store, and Animation O has been opening since this time.

Walk the path between trees in the bungalow area.

Get dressed in the smoking space next to the shower house for guests.

They have a garment store ahead of them.

I mean, I can already see it.

There is a space to the left and right of the narrow road and a bungalow terrace lined with merchandise.

Listening to a conversation between smokers on the sidelines, when Unique O first opened the store for campoffs, they weren't this neat.

Lay the wagons side by side with sample clothes on top and cardboard for each product & size in the back.

The fitting room was bungalow and all I had to do was see the cashier.

This time, it normally looks like a Unique O store.

So much so that I use the terrace well that I think it's more stylish than the store.

No, but you don't have to be scared like that.

You guys have the pace to smoke. Yes.

Chill eyes at the comrades smoking in the smoking space.

I was suspicious of behavior.

Look at the clerk there and let him swim his gaze as if he hadn't even seen the opening space in a restless manner.

If you do it and stare at the ashtray.

I'm sure.

I'm sure you're nervous about buying clothes at the store.

I know how you feel.

I'm not good at it either, because I've worked and I'm just more used to it than they are.

Put out the cigarette fire with the gash and ashtray.

I walked out for Temporary Unique O.

With a sense of gaze on my back.

No, that's not it. 'Brave man!' Cause you don't have to look at it with your eyes like that!

"Welcome -. Bring this basket if you want to choose your own! Choose a cochlear yellow card if you want to leave it to me, or a blue card if you want advice!

When I entered the area lined with Unique O products, my aunt… a beautiful sister in her mid-30s spoke to me in a sneer.

Seriously.

Is that the style that followed the beauty salon to the clothes store?

I got lost, but I got the blue card.

Signs of upset come from the smoking space in the rear. Reaction artist?

"I'm not really into it, so I want a betty guy. One pair of pants and a few on top"

"Yes, I did! Then you'll be in charge."

The first sister I've spoken to, apparently, was a so-called receptionist.

A slightly younger female clerk appears.

Around holding back the man clerk as well, I guess depending on how much people hate him, the man clerk will be turned around.

"Do you usually have a lot of simple clothes like today -?

"Ah, yes. I'm not buying it just a little bit. It's easy to use."

"I see. Then I suggest something new this season or something to match your clothes -"

"Please"

I don't even care about the light tone because you seem to like the smile.

I don't know. It's sloppy to serve guys in smoking spaces in this guy's Nori. Oh, that's why they put it on me.

I look around at my clothes while I think about that.

Even if I say it, Uni-Olo, yes, I can't replace it that way.

One pair of pants that seems easy to match.

Upstairs I just bought a pair of hoodies that were quick and easy.

Because they're going to chill out tonight.

Well, I haven't decided whether to stay or leave yet.

Either way, finish your shopping and I'll leave Yu O Kuro.

On my way was the smoking space I was in before I went to the store.

Light the ashtray in front of the cigarette.

Spit out the smoke and open your mouth.

"... it's okay. The clerk was used to it. Some of them tried on a whole set as recommended and chose silently."

I guess you didn't think you could talk to me.

Three people in a smoking space look up.

They've been here a long time before I bought any clothes.

Smoke, smoke.

There is no reply to my words.

Just the sound of a sooo har.

Well, I wasn't expecting an answer.

But.

"............ it's been 3 years since I've been out and they sent me this far and gave me the money so I could buy clothes"

"Oh well."

"But not because my parents told me to, but because I wanted to go, and I wanted to do something, and if I knew Eugene's story and I was here, if everyone around me was similar, it would be me, so, like you."

"Calm down. 'Cause I'm just a nit, too."

"Oh, me too."

"I'm not Neat, I'm old Eugene style"

"Old Eugene style?

"... I mean pull Neat"

"Oh, I see, that's what we were talking about. What kind of forest is Nettle in the other world... so difficult?

Potatoes and smokers open their mouths when they are alone.

I was talking 'slowly in low tension' consciously.

Well, it just means you don't have to decorate it.

Oh, wow, that's easy. Here.

Maybe it's easy to talk because it sounds like smoking room communication.

This is how I talked when I was a company employee, and I had mysterious connections, and so on.

Well, this isn't an office with a smoking room, and it looks like Neat and Pull Neat got together.

"... Should I come with you? If it's easier to talk to Neat than the clerk."

I don't even know why I said that myself.

Was it companionship like a colleague smoking in the company's smoking room?

Sympathy or superiority?

Or.

Was I influenced by Eugene too?

I don't know why we all believe in Eugene's story, or whatever I thought it was.

"... please"

"Oh. Well, it's not like I can do anything. I'd be a young woman if I had a crush on her, but I can talk. I'm tired though."

"Sorry, that helps"

"Oh, can I, too?

"Well, you haven't changed one or three. What do you want me to do? Look for something on UT. Ha ha!"

Hey, stop it, this is a joke right now.

Don't look at me like that, maybe a little good.

For now.

We introduced ourselves.

My nickname is the steering wheel name, everyone was the right name though.

The shopping mission took longer than I thought.

One to two sets of clothes for three, from top to bottom.

That would be natural to take time.

I'm taking the three of them straight to the shoe store.

Then, go to the beauty salon space.

"Look, if you're on a silent course, you should, right? I mean, I was on a silent course earlier."

I wish I'd gotten here. One of us, two still hesitating.

I dare you to ignore me and take me to the beauty salon reception counter.

"Whoa, he just did. Yeah, yeah, your hair looks good. Are you guys going to do this? Then I didn't write hope on this paper. It's okay, I'm like this, because if you want to be silent, they all do it silently!

The tension of a sunburned charlatan old man pulls a bit even for me.

But while I was dealing with the old man, the three of them seem to have finished writing their hopes.

Me, too.

Looking at the paper, they were all silent courses, as expected.

Change the shampoo to Yes and leave the three to the hairdresser.

You don't have a problem with the feeling you just cut me.

I sat back in a chair in a waiting space where no one was, watching the three of them boh.

The sound of the chattering scissors is petty.

Soon around 4: 00, the sun is leaning.

If it feels like this, don't go home. I think I'll stay today.

While I was thinking about that, one seems to have finished the cut.

My face is drawn when I hear that the shampoo is a cooking area.

Mm-hmm. I freaked out, too.

I've looked at you this way with anxious eyes, so I'll grin and snort at you.

I'm the one who changed the shampoo.

They all feel like vegetables and come back dry and set.

With a neat look.

The three of them were different from the first time they met in a smoking space.

For some reason, I get a sense of accomplishment up to me.

"Whoa, that's refreshing. Looks like a mass-produced college student."

".................. thanks. Me, me."

Smoke with me, buy clothes, hang out to cut my hair.

Maybe I wasn't the only one who felt companionship.

We somehow took him away to barbecue space.

While we are confident in ourselves that we have seen each other differently, we say that we are hiccups, that we are glad to be here today, etc.

But.

It seemed that was all I could do to get laid.

"Gyah!!! Stop it! I said no bugs!

"It's okay, it's okay, because if you eat it, it's delicious! Here, close your eyes!

"Courage. Yes, courage matters. We had this conversation, we could buy clothes, we cut our hair, and, yes, this is after that when we hang in there."

"Don't stop! There's nothing further! It's just a story about eating bugs!

"Ha, you countrymen. I'm a pull neet, but I can eat about inago. Just Tenderloin"

Dr. Kotehan Dongri makes a fuss in his usual space of survival food.

"Cottaro! He brought me a similar dog this time!

"Cottaro? Oh, the dog that Eugene owns. Is that it, Eugene?

"They look alike, but they say something else! You don't know that."

"Oh, I'll calm down. I think I'll have a dog to stroke."

An overwhelming doggist plays with a dog brought in by Cotehan.

"Eugene! Go back! Goblins are still alive!

"He's really awesome. I often survive in other worlds."

"Oh, you're starting to believe me?

"Cottaro! I want to keep Cottaro too!

Make a fuss at the vocal screening of Eugene's film and watch the sequel teaser thrive.

I just enjoyed it when I realized it.

I don't care if Eugene's story is true or not.

Rent a tent, cantera and sleeping bag from the office and dive in with the four of us.

This time, the logo ○, which deals with camping equipment, seems to be cooperating fully with the rental.

The office said, 'We also have a store in Laketown. We're doing a big camp event nearby. Isn't that right? What do you mean you won't speak to me'?

In the next campoff, they're talking about not only renting, but also offering booths for sale.

Next.

Next.

"Hey, we have campoffs in the fall, right? Are you guys coming?

"... I'm coming. I feel changed, but I'll be back to normal in six months. Because it is. I think it's a good opportunity to go outside. It was so much fun this time, thanks to everyone."

"Oh well."

"I'm lost. So, what about you?

"Me? I'm in. I'm a 15-minute train ride to Shin-Etsuya Station, where the bus was leaving."

"That's close! Sorry about the countrymen."

He said he didn't care.

In the tent, lie down and talk sloppily.

"BBQ and watch movies and camp. Aren't we like Leah?

"Ha ha, even though it's Neat and Pull Neat"

"Don't say it. Don't say it. Outreach, could someone be working out at the next campoff?

"You seem to be the most likely. He was talking normally at the clothes store, and the house seems to be near the holding area. The office was looking for staff, wasn't it?

"Secretariat? I guess I'll take a look at the terms. Been Neat for two years. I still have some savings, but I was just thinking about working."

"Oh well... hey"

"Hmm?"

"Um, you know,"

"What? Me, that's a nonsense, right?

"No, I didn't! Um……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Pure!

You're turning red to your ears!

... I'm sure it was the utmost courage for him.

No.

He might be stronger than me, even though I thought of it and didn't mention it.

I wish they'd turned me down, 'cause I couldn't say no.

All of them, the smartphones had.

And active pull Neat. I only have contact information for my brother who left the house with his family, but with a laugh.

I don't know if Eugene's story is true or not.

I feel like a CG, and maybe it's true, as he and most of the others who participated in the campoffs believe.

But.

I don't care if Eugene's story is true or not.

For me, that's probably just the trigger.

I enjoyed camping off.

I made friends that had nothing to do with school or work.

There was this guy trying to move on, and he was inspired.

It doesn't matter if Eugene's story is true or not.

Now, with your friends.

Is it Neat or Pull Neat anyway, or maybe it's different?

I don't know about that though.

Let's go to the next campoff as well.

That's all I decided.

Talking crap through the night with the friends I made today.