A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

- Rain.

It's just rain striking...... that's all I hear.

But if you try to clear your ears often, you will hear a cry from afar.

... it's a girl crying.

Under some park plaything.

Beneath that roof, there were two children.

"Gu... Gu... Zheng Zheng-kun... Moo, are you dead?

"I don't have a choice... and no more..."

There was the figure of a five-year-old political sect and a little bird.

In the hands of the political sect, you can see a white kitten that got cold and stopped moving.

The political sect held him gently, staring at the kitten, who had stopped moving with lonely eyes.

A little bird crying next to it.

"I was dumped... so..."

"Why?!... Gusu... how can you get rid of it?!

"It's..."

The political sect clogged the question with words.

- Why did you throw it away?

The political sect did not understand.

That was earlier.

There was a cardboard in the corner of the park as the rain grain pierced.

It was the little bird who said that the first time he said "cat beeps” from there.

But by that point, the temperature had dropped and the kitten was weak.

The little bird suddenly called the kitten 'Moo' and tried to hold it back in his hand.

It's a kid's idea. It didn't make any particular sense.

Seeing what the kitten looked like, the political sect came up with something.

And he took the cat from the little bird, wrapped it in his own clothes, and warmed it up.

That was earlier.

But it was... too late.

A political sect that comforts the weeping little bird next door and proposes to bury him in the garden of the house.

The little bird couldn't do anything about it, he just entrusted it to the political ministry.

The little bird admired the political sect.

The little bird, who was still a child, didn't understand the meaning of his actions, but he was the same age but always stuck beside a political sect like his brother's.

And the political sect always looked after little birds like his sister.

The two of them, who always waited for each other's parents to return, also had the edge of a parent guru, who was often with them.

The garden of a house where no one is.

The political sect was digging a hole in the scoop.

The little bird is beside him, looking at Moo, who is dead, and weeping.

"Zhengzheng kun... why did he die? Why did Moo die?

"Because they dumped me..."

There's no way I know why I'm going to die.

Even if I know, I don't have enough words to answer.

"Didn't you die when you were dumped?

"Oh......"

When the political sect finished digging the hole, he buried Moo there.

And slowly cover the soil.

"You must be laughing in heaven."

"Heaven?"

"Yeah......"

A political sect that, while I say it myself, is somewhere uncomfortable with the word 'heaven' as a child.

But most importantly, he was full of comfort for the little bird.

I must not cry.

Otherwise the little bird will cry more.

Around this time the political sect was what the little bird thought was the 'brother'.

"Adults throw it away when they can't keep it..."

Voice of the political sect to be cancelled by the rain.

The little bird looked at the political sect in wonder, floating with question marks.

At that time, it didn't sound like a little bird. The word of a political sect.

What was hidden in that word?

The political sect had lost his father.

My father was ill.

So it was something I had no choice.

But by contrast, he was only five years old, but he might have had something to think about.

After my father's death, this was the only house left at hand.

While the rain didn't ring, the two of them stared at the grave there for a while.

Even when I went up to elementary school, the two were still together.

For the political sect and for the little birds, that was normal.

More importantly, the little bird liked the political sect.

"Are you hanging out with a woman?

But the environment surrounded the political sect early after enrollment.

- Abuse.

My classmates began to insult the political sect I was always with the little birds as “disgusting”.

"I'm not ignoring you!

A political sect to be pushed away.

Those three looked at the political sect with the buttocks on it and were laughing.

"Are you all right, Mayor?!

A little bird rushing right over.

"Ha-ha-ha! Is she a woman again? There's nothing you can do if you don't let a woman help you?

The appearance of the little bird made those three tones extra rough.

And the little bird stared desperately at those three.

"Shit... let's go, huh? If I stay here, I'll get" Nikko fungus. "

The three of them went somewhere, saying they were “going crazy” but “disgusting“.

"Are you all right? Zhengzheng..."

A little bird speaks to me, a political sect with his face up.

But at that time, it wasn't just the little bird's face that was visible.

- It's my classmate's face.

All the classmates in the classroom are watching the political sect.

Funny thing is, I can clearly see the look on each and every one of them.

And I feel slightly malicious from it.

- Everyone is laughing...

The political sect had a sensitive part.

And the political sect felt fear then.

Next door he said, 'Are you okay?' He didn't even look at the little bird he was worried about, and the political sect just feared the 'human' he could see from it.

The political sect gradually began to distance itself from the little birds.

For a little bird who was still young, I don't know what the political sect is thinking.

But when he noticed, the political ministry began to ignore the fact that even when the little birds spoke, they were running low on mouth.

Little birds realized why, just a little later.

Little birds today don't know that.

It wasn't a particularly clear trigger.

As it grew, it became clear to me.

When he went to school, he laughed at Niyaniya and his surroundings, and when his clothes and skin touched him, he was treated as if he were dirty.

Not long after I stopped talking to the little bird.

- There's fungus.

The trigger is trivial.

But even the people who said it wouldn't understand.

But that's what it is.

A child is...

Even if it didn't make any particular sense, running through your mouth and provisionally realizing it was something that hurt your opponent, few children feel guilty from it.

The little bird looked worried from afar at the appearance.

There was nothing I could do to a political sect I wanted to talk to but refused to do.

In Dodge Ball they are left out of company and there is no opponent to hold hands on an excursion.

Everyone doesn't want to hold hands with the political sect.

Nothing in particular is dirty.

But that's what they say around them, so the political sect is dirty.

That's what 'society' is about, not just children.

Those who have been seated next door let go of their desks and find themselves disgusted by the political sect.

I didn't have any friends in the political sect.

That went on all the way through elementary school.

And the little bird kept an eye on him even when his class changed.

Ever since I found out why the political sect refused, the little bird just stared at the political sect.

When I was a junior high school student, I also had friends around the political ministry.

The bird, who was far away, relieves himself of the appearance.

When I was in elementary school, those who used to call the political sect "bacteria” also became less numerous as I reached the upper grade of elementary school, and were no longer around the time I went up to secondary school.

Everyone even forgot why they called the political sect "Nikko fungus”.

"They're convenient..."

The political sect muttered so as he looked up at the sky.

"What is it, a political sect? Are you kidding me?

"Oh, that's not it!

An angry political sect that seems illuminating.

There was a figure of a political sect living a normal middle school life there.

But the peace did not last that long.

Even though the numbers have decreased, there are people everywhere who don't really think about it.

I don't know why, but there were students who didn't really think about the political order that was brighter than when they were in elementary school.

One day, when I went to school, a political desk and chair in the classroom were thrown out in the hallway.

"What are you doing?

"Hmm? No, something left my desk and chair in the hallway."

"Phew..."

But it was trivial, but the political ministry had somehow noticed.

Once you break your heart, it's not easy to heal.

Especially in the case of political sects, I didn't get someone to apologize, I didn't solve it from myself, it just faded over time.

I mean, I grew tired of being around me.

I have completely forgotten all around me.

There will be no one else to remember.

That the political sect was being abused, etc...

- But he remembers it.

Some of the political sects still have clear memories of the time, like photos and videos.

And it felt like it was yesterday.

That is why there is a gap between the victim and the perpetrator.

The political sect was still in middle school, but I knew that.

Now, as I blamed the people around me, as there was a guy in there who remembered, 'How long have you got it in your roots?' And they just make fun of me.

So by overwriting his memories, Politburo was able to stay.

But people don't have that function.

While making with his thoughts as a junior high school student, Zhengzheng did not forget his memory by a millimeter.

And then one day, such a middle school life comes to an end, something happened.

When Zheng Zheng went to school in the morning, textbooks and other textbooks of Zheng Zheng Zheng that should have been in the desk were scattered in the girls' bathroom.

Textbooks scattered all the way into the potty.

The textbook clearly reads "Hitachi Political Sect".

But that was just the beginning of the “beginnings” to come.

The teacher said in the homeroom, 'Who dumped the Japanese high school textbook in the girls' bathroom? 'And told him in the classroom.

A political sect who told him that he did not remember.

The teacher immediately made this a problem and asked in the homeroom.

But I can't find the killer.

Time has passed for days and days.

The teacher handed out a piece of paper to the students, explaining, 'Whoever says he did it, do not write his name there'.

But it didn't work either.

At no time did the school side do anything in particular about that matter.

In the end, time only ran out, not knowing who did it for what.

And that day came.

One day a female student struck me like this in the sky.

- "The truth is, Hitachi did it, didn't he? 'and…

Hitachi was unable to react to the words that were said suddenly.

- What do you mean?

That's the first word that came to mind.

I opened my eyes less to surprise and the political ministry thought for a while until I calmed down.

I wonder how that's happening.

Why should I be told that I'm the perpetrator?

And once again, the sobering political sect looked at the female students.

But before I thought about it, I should have denied it immediately.

Or maybe this wouldn't have happened if I had just denied it immediately.

- There was already a classmate there.

But right now, I'm a junior high school student.

I was able to feel more realistically about the meaning of "expression” and “gaze” than before in the political sect where I was sprouting myself.

- "Disgusting......"

A female student said a word, so she shrugged.

At that moment, the wound that might have been healing opened again, and that turned into an even bigger wound than before.

- It's those eyes...

Those eyes, as if a person denies even being, not thinking of a person as a person.

It's like looking at raw waste with a strange odor, those eyes.

No, it would be more cruel than that.

At that moment, the ministry remembered.

The pain back then...

Soon afterwards, there were enemies everywhere.

Even when I talked to the teacher, they were the only ones on the mouth.

"Leave it to the teacher," I said. In those eyes, there is no power.

It just says you look bad.

Gradually, a friend who laughs bitterly.

Its frequency increases.

Ultimately, the eyes of friends directed at the political sect had all turned into disdain.

And the corners of the mouth are connected, and they are all nibbling.

And when I realized, the political sect was alone again.

The only time I enjoyed lunch was just how quickly I could finish eating.

When you finish eating, you take a trip to a library without the same grade and crush your time.

Alone every day.

I don't talk during class, except when I'm guessed.

I don't speak a word from when I leave home until I come home.

That was junior high school for the political ministry.

The little bird watched such a political sect from the shadows.

Rumors of a political sect, of course, were in the ears of the little bird, and he wanted to do something about it, and the little bird even talked to the teacher by herself.

But the teachers didn't get along because it was past.

The little bird just sneaked out of the shadows to keep an eye on the isolating political sect.

One day, the little bird was going up the stairs in a hurry for one, as the next class was a moving class.

Then someone heard Boso and whine about something.

- "... I wish..."

The little bird felt dismayed and once stopped her leg, she proceeded to peek slowly ahead from it.

Then, up the stairs, he saw a boy student.

- "... I wish..."

- Huh?

The little bird immediately noticed.

It was a political sect.

- There's no one around right now.

I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me talking to you right now, or bothering the political ministry.

I'm fine now.

The little bird, again, advanced his legs and tried to speak to the political ministry.

- 'Guys, I wish I was dead...'

But at that moment, the little bird's leg stopped.

- Now... what did you say?

But I had no doubt about that.

I do hear the wind here.

But quieter than in the classroom.

Even that little whine is such that you can't possibly miss hearing it.

- 'Ha... I wish we were all dead... then I... I am'

What is the political sect saying?

The little bird got confused.

Some of the little birds still had the appearance of previous political sects.

The owner abandoned me, and I labored my dead kitten, and I told him to take it home and bury it, that gentle statesmanship figure...

And I desperately comfort myself just crying, the appearance of a gentle political sect...

- "... I can be happy"

That's why I couldn't believe a political sect whining about one such horrible thing.

- 'Guys, I wish I was dead...'

At that time, tears conveyed nature and the cheeks of the little birds.

Then the little bird wiped her tears and left unnoticed from the spot.

Then, wiping the overflowing tears over and over again, I headed to the next classroom.

There was no such thing as a little bird.

Instead of laboring for life, I wish for the death of others.

Maybe that was trivial, too.

Something accidental, for example, something not special that doesn't mean anything as common in adolescence...

But the little bird didn't think so.

The event further widened the distance between the little bird and the political sect.

But...

The month passed since that one incident, and the two became high school students.

The little bird was still watching over the ministry.

That's what I thought in the back of my mind that the political ministry was still alive back then.

More importantly, the little bird liked the political sect thing.

And one day, when you would return to that kind ministry, that's what I believed.

But even when I went up to high school, I realized that the political sect had been abused again.

Back then, the political sect's eyes were completely different than before.

The eyes were as if they were 'abandoned'.

The little bird gradually loses sight of the former political sect there.

The only thing that connected the 'line' of the political sect with the little bird that the political sect itself did not know was the desire of the little bird to believe.

Maybe the little bird herself had some mental problems, and in the end, she was just dependent on the political sect.

But no one knows that.

The birds themselves don't know.

It's just that at an early age, to the political ministry that always protected me, maybe the little bird wanted something that was missing in me.

But there was nothing the birds could do.

In the end, nothing could ever be done to a little bird who had done nothing but watch.

"Hey! Hitachi! Get me some juice!

"Then ask for mine, too, sunrise!

It is also used by Pasili, a political ministry that leaves the classroom as it is.

There was only helplessness and sadness in the little bird who couldn't do anything for you.

And that's when that light wrapped around the classroom.

- The light of the valiant summons.