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

"It's been years since I've been here..."

The words the man murmured vanished into the hustle and noise of the station.

Take the Tohoku Shinkansen north from Utsunomiya.

Just over an hour without a transfer.

It would be an extraordinarily easy city to reach from the city where the man now lives.

distance and, in time.

But until now, it's been harder for a man to get anywhere in Japan, no, than anywhere else in the world.

Even though it's where you're from.

"Is it more than 10 years? But it doesn't change... do you want to walk?"

Take the west exit of the station to the Pedestrian Deck.

In the hissing city, the man apparently decided to walk to the hotel he had booked.

Luggage is packed in one backpack.

Down the wide pedestrian deck.

"It doesn't change, you know."

Man out on the boulevard and staring straight ahead.

Were there any memories of you narrowing your eyes slightly?

"It's something you'll find out when you get away. The roads are wide and there are many street trees. Du (...) 's (...) capital (...),"

A man who stopped and watched Blue (...) Leaf (...) Tong (...) Ri (...) walks out again.

I talk to myself a lot, I'm a bit of a dangerous man.

Well, the regular members of Eugene's bulletin board are more or less like this.

Kotehan Known Neat.

He is a man who has resided on the bulletin board of Eugene's story since his early days.

He is the man who has provided useful knowledge for Eugene, to whom civilization has gone to underdeveloped otherworlds, and who has written numerous waste knowledge.

The man now working for Eugene's NPO finished his eighth spring campoff after Eugene went to another world.

In anticipation of settling down after a major event, the man was taking a trip to Sendai.

to Sendai, where he was from but did not return for more than 10 years.

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Walk Aoyagi Street to National Highway 4.

Okinawa Avenue, or if you follow this, you can go back to Utsunomiya, etc., a lonely man.

I want you to try it. Wouldn't you be able to go home in about two weeks. dr. google o says it's a 49 hour walk straight away. Without a break or accommodation.

He's somewhat of an outdoor knowledgeable guy through the campoffs, but doesn't seem to really feel like using his body.

"Hmm? There's a liquor store in a place like this"

A man who flirtatiously stops at a small liquor store he finds at a downtown junction.

Unsullied men don't fit into little spilled liquor stores.

It's not like a man wanted to enjoy the stylishness.

The man exchanged a few words with the clerk and asked him to wrap a bottle of sake.

Apparently it's a handicraft.

Check into the hotel, put your stuff away.

While I'm concerned about a book placed to decorate the lounge, the man leaves the hotel immediately.

I backpacked the sake I bought earlier.

As I miss it, the man travels west on Hirose Street.

Through West Park, further west.

Relax and walk for about 40 minutes and the man finally gets to this homecoming destination.

To a certain university.

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It's been a while, Doctor.

"This is a nostalgic face. Isn't that the last time we saw each other more than 10 years ago?

"We're out of time"

"... I don't ask why. Well, sit down."

It was the old professor with gray hair who welcomed the man in one of the university's research buildings.

I'm old with a face full of wrinkles, but my eyes shine with curiosity like a boy.

Before I forget, the man takes out the sake he bought earlier.

The professor received opens the stopper and pours it into the cup without hesitation.

"... I don't know, Doctor. I told you before, you can't hide the smell."

"Say what, this is water. I guess you've bought some colorless, transparent sake so you can say that, huh?

"... really, no change"

"What? I heard you were retiring, and you were worried about me, Kuchi?

"Yep.... and thought I'd say hello for once................ Since then, I haven't seen you. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to worry about"

Slightly shady to the smiling old professor. Even to the man who sits toward him.

The two just shut up and put their mouths on the cup in a small lab.

Eventually, a man opens his mouth.

"This room is no different."

"What are you talking about? I've switched books many times."

"Ha... with all the clutter anyway"

The narrow lab wall is a bookshelf that runs to the ceiling, both left and right.

There are sloppy lines of books inside. Not only books, but also magazines.

The man was often chasing the back cover with his eyes.

"Guest accommodation is a hotel, right? Let me guess where you're staying."

An old professor who talks to Niyaniya and the man.

Speak the speculation without waiting for the man to reply.

"It would be Library O Hotel. So I thought I had less books in my name"

"... it's a hit. That's right, Doctor."

"Ha, I guess. It's been over 10 years, but I remember my goddaughter."

"Really?"

"You were impressive. You've been in the lab for a year, and you've been reading books in this room from one end to the other."

"I'm so young."

"A book bug, no, a ghost of knowledge.... What are you doing now?

"Now...... I work for an NPO created by a friend"

"Oh well. If you haven't done anything yet, I was wondering if you're a lecturer again."

A man is working.

That's all, the old professor laughs happily.

"Thank you. But you don't have to."

"Um, above all. What kind of NPO is that? What are you up to and what are you doing?

"Teacher, you have no desire to know."

A man who laughs bitterly at an old professor who inquires with sparkling eyes.

Curiosity and intellectual desire, flexible thinking.

Flexibility is not the only thing for a man, but the lust for knowledge and the accumulated knowledge was indeed the starting point for this lab.

"Doctor. Do you know a man named Eugene? The movie came out last fall... with a guy who said he went to another world."

"Of course I know! Students taught me to follow the bulletin board before it became a movie. I went to see the movie on the first day of release with my wife. Mm, no way!

"That's not true. I found Eugene's bulletin board in the early days, and I've been chasing him ever since. In that flow, I work for NPOs who help Nite and Pull Nite become independent."

"Right, you were! I thought there was someone on the bulletin board who knew stuff, but it was you!

"It's embarrassing when your teacher tells you"

"Right, um, right..."

Tears shine in the eyes of an old professor nearing retirement about what he thinks.

"Yes, Eugene told me that my friends on the bulletin board would find my knowledge, which is only broad and shallow, useful. I've seen my knowledge actually being used, and it's trembling over and over again."

Drop your eyes on the glass and the man says.

The voice was slightly trembling.

"... that day, that time. My knowledge didn't do me any good. Lose your family, abandon your hometown like you run away."

Staring at the glass, the man says.

The old professor listened to the man in silence.

"I've been running from reality for a long time. And we got to Eugene's bulletin board"

In a cup a man grips. Sake hits the waves.

"I was only following the letters. It could have been reflexive to write it down. Because it was something I knew. Once I wrote it down, I was thankful."

The old professor nods quietly.

More than 10 years ago, like when a man was happy to talk about the contents of a book.

"I thought I was of no use. I was reminded that it didn't do me any good. Myself and my knowledge. But... Eugene, my friends on the bulletin board... Surprised, delighted. Know something about me."

My mentor came to greet me as I retired.

It's supposed to be, but the man speaks and the old professor just listens.

"Not yet, not yet. Even for me like this, if it helps. That's what I thought, I was sticking to the bulletin board. Take a trip to the off-duty party."

The man was weeping as he stared at the table.

Even when the whimpering begins, the old professor quietly drinks sake.

Sometimes it's important to spit out your thoughts and weep with emotions.

Well, it's not something to do in the lab.

I guess that's all there is to trust in this mentor.

After a while.

Finally, the man's tears seem to have stopped.

"Excuse me, Doctor"

"I don't mind.... Looks like you've finally moved on."

"Yes, I am, perhaps, a thin heart"

"That's not true. You've seen the city, haven't you? Everyone is moving forward with their own thoughts. It's been over 10 years. You've taken enough time."

"Really?"

"The lab will be out this fiscal year...... now I hope you come visit me at home. I'd love to hear from you, Mr. Eugene."

"... Yes"

"Speaking of which, we'll be camping in the spring and fall, won't we?

"Doctor?"

"Does that mean autumn next... Hmm"

"... waiting for you"

Face to face, the two of us blow out.

The man, with a neat look.

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Kotehan Known Neat.

A man born and raised in Sendai and once worked in Sendai.

The man had begun to live alone in Kanto more than 10 years before now.

Has it been around 3-4 years since Eugene went to another world?

The man who was out of shell finds Eugene's bulletin board ahead of the reality escape.

Les, who wrote casually because he knew, was surprised by Eugene and the bulletin board residents.

The man thought he was of no use.

Since then, men have resided on bulletin boards.

If it helps anyone, even myself.

If the accumulated knowledge is not wasted.

Eventually the man works out.

Supporting Neat and Pulling Neat, Eugene's NPO corporation, with friends on the bulletin board.

A man who slightly regained his confidence, inspired by the fact that Eugene went to another world.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.