Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

About a year after a whole class of certain high schools stirred up the public for being in mass divine hiding.

Initially, the media overheated the case of the Mary Celest in modern schools due to the improbability of exposing it to other classes in the daytime school without being noticed for mass kidnapping and the unnatural nature of near-eating lunches for voluntary mass disappearances, homework done, chairs left kicked down, etc.

But the public currents were heartless inside, and there seemed to be no long-lasting interest in such occult grand events. Six months later, do it. It's a divorce for a couple of entertainers. It's enthusiasm, it's a corruption discovery for big politicians, and the media swung a new topic from next to next, as much as reports of the lack of progress on the case in a short time, witty commentators and self-proclaimed occult researchers who had the heart to take advantage of this case to extend the topic with a variety of views.

In that way, even when the media that had been heating had calmed down and people's interests had begun to shift elsewhere, the families and police of the missing students were still desperately looking for a place to go. But I couldn't even get one clue, and everyone was beginning to be invaded by physical and mental fatigue and giving up.

The same was true of the sorrows, and he was exhausted searching for the whereabouts of his disappeared son. Desperately, I did hear the sound of despair walking by as time flowed ruthlessly, believing that Hajime was safe and sure to return.

I haven't missed cleaning Hajime's room for a day, like it's okay to come back whenever you want. And each time, he shook himself in the cold of the room where he had lost the Lord. Whether you're in the living room or eating, it's your son's voice that rings in your ears. How hah you looked around, knowing it was an illusion. I can no longer count, such as running out to the tiny noise that rang at the front door and opening the door.

Even the "family meeting" launched with the families of the missing students blocked their hearts so that, day by day, their parents, who lost their expressions, would also be dragged down by their grief.

And soon, a year has passed since the Hajime disappeared. That means that the shadow of despair will be darker for both of us.

In the living room, where the ticks and the sound of the clock sounded slightly clearer, in the main, he opened his mouth without stopping his hand rattling the mouse as he watched the computer display.

"Hey, why don't you get some sleep? It would have been too late yesterday, wouldn't it?

"I'm fine. Isn't that what you should sleep for? Yesterday, it must have been tougher for you to work, right? You barely had time to sleep."

Late at night, the sadness and sadness of losing weight completely due to hard work cross words with each other without even raising their faces, as if they were programmed machines, making billas that call for information in a well-worked motion or checking the bulletin boards of the PC.

"I have no problem with the job. We can all count on them. Even without the president, he doesn't care. Instead, even if they come out with such a ghostly face, it's annoying. 'Cause, like, they kicked me out. By and large, isn't that worse than me? You must have put it off again, huh?

"... Yep. But only once. Because our assistant is also excellent."

Both anxiety and embarrassment had taken quite a break from the gaming company's operations and series of comics in the past year, respectively. It's all about finding my son. Normally, a series of breaks that are likely to lose their social credibility has not resulted in a loss of employment, either, thanks to the understanding shown and active cooperation of two colleagues and subordinates who know the circumstances.

That was really gratifying, assuming that when Hajime returned, he seemed to have to show what a delicate thing his parents were all about and unemployed. Sometimes the working environment of each other is special, and Hajime, who used to show his face both ways, was accepted with fondness, and they are also genuinely worried about Hajime, who suddenly disappeared after being caught up in an occultic situation.

But those same eyes were gradually turning toward sorrow and sorrow into something that contained a lot of sympathy, like seeing something painful. I guess some of them have already given up. There's no way I can tell the parents of a missing child, but everyone was beginning to think, "Or Hajime, you..."

There's no way the two sad and sad people wouldn't notice such an air, and it was an extra factor in hunting down the spirit, but it's because of them that we still have time for a search in this way, so we can't possibly hit eight or anything.

The depressed mind goes between each other in the words of what if we rest in white, knowing there is no way we can rest each other.

What an empty conversation it had been for a while, but eventually, instead of having any powerful information on the Internet information bulletin boards, seeing information clearly known as gasse or heartless writing, sadness finally took my gaze off the display.

Then, he laid his elbows on the table with a big sigh of sigh and dropped as he covered his eyes with both hands.

"... Hajime. Where are you..."

"You..."

When he said he was only in his early forties, he looked at his grief as if he were a tired old man. He also stopped the work and raised his face.

"After all, why don't you get some rest?

"... you know I can't, right? I can't sleep much anyway."

"I guess so..."

Xu clogged the words. Something that applies to me, with all my sadness. No matter how exhausted you are physically or mentally, every single day, your impatience begins to grow as if you were seared by fire. That was what was depriving the two of them of something called sleep.

"I'm fine. It's only been a year. Even if it took years, I'll find it. Until then, it will fall."

"... right. Exactly."

With a smile back at her husband, who raised her face with a bitter laugh, still worried about the dark shadow she couldn't hide, she rose from her seat trying to snuggle.

And, on the verge of it, the ping-pong and doorway chimes accidentally rang.

Naturally, there was no way people would come to visit me at such a time when I had already crossed the day, and if I knew them, they would have contacted me by phone, and the two were surprised to see each other face. Dauntingly, the failure to reach the "possibility" indicates the exhaustion of the two minds.

sleigh and a heavy hip-raised grief took the intercom. That way, naturally, the display shows the visitors…

'... oh, well, I don't know... me, what'

The person who, from those who know him over the course of the past year, looks like he won't come out well with what words to use while wandering his gaze intensely.

Even over the display, I know.

The atmosphere, eyesight, and back length are different from what I remember.

Still, I get it.

Sadly, I knew perfectly, instantly. Um, some awkward, trouble-inspiring person with an eight-letter brow... kept looking, I believed he would definitely come back...

- He said he is my beloved son.

Gashan and the grief of throwing out the receiver kicked open the living room door with impetus, opened the key to the front door rampantly without even hiding it, and opened the door all at once.

And

"Ah... the... I'm home, Dad"

"" Hajime. ""

At some point, I align my voice with the one I was catching up with, and my throat just crushes and calls out my son's name. At the same time, in front of the gate of the house, he jumped in with the momentum to hit his son, who was scratching his cheeks with Polypoli.

"Hajime, you, you idiot! Where have you been walking?"

"You stupid son. How worried I thought you were!

Strong enough to hold your breath, strong enough to hold your son together with all your parents. Now, at this time, make sure that it exists in front of you. Never again, don't disappear. Strong, tight hugs.

Hajime was stiff in a hail state as the blurry streetlights, the lights leaking through the front door and the moon that lingered gently illuminated her family, once again united.

I thought you were worried. I was convinced you believed in my return.

But still, your current appearance and atmosphere should be much different from your former self, even if you had restored your hair color, prosthetic eye, or prosthetic arm to its previous appearance whenever possible.

So I thought you'd be confused. I was surprised, "Are you sure it's a hazy thing?" I was also prepared to be put to the word of suspicion. In some cases, I even thought I might need to spend some time in a corner of my mind.

That was once one of the seven great labyrinths - [Ice and Snow Cave in the Snow Plains of Schnei], as pointed out in his own void, the indescribable mood of Hajime, who, deep in his heart, feared that he might not be accepted and accepted by his parents, even though he had become a monster that he acknowledged with himself, would not want to say that he did not appear to be the late one.

But if you open the lid, this is it. Neither was he blind to the change of the hazy, nor to his sight, and he held me in his arms overflowing with certainty, anger, and unhelpful relief.

Inside Hajime comes a deep emotion, hot, yet quiet. Every spectacular experience experienced in different worlds passes through the back of the brain as if it were a running lantern.

And I just, I think.

- Oh, finally, he said he's home.

Hajime's arms are gently attached to her parents' backs. And with a trembling voice, I uttered it again, small, but clearly.

"Father, Mother - I'm home"

With his eyes wet in tears intact, and leaving Hajime for a little while, he gazed firmly into each other and gave the word with a zero fallen smile - a word that, I'm sure, for Hajime, would mark the end of a long and arduous journey, in a true sense.

"" Welcome back, Hajime ""

After that, Hajime and the others, who noticed that the neighbors were peeking through the curtain crevices, went back inside the house with the sleaze.

A house where I was only gone for a year. Still, he narrowed his eyes to nostalgia, to a little railing, to figurines, and Hajime couldn't help but crawl his hands.

Entering the living room, Hajime saw a large number of flyers spread out on the table. After staring at you for taking one of those in your hand, I also find that there is a website on the computer that leaves it open that calls for information.

"... I've spent the past year without you, at least by clue. But in the end, I couldn't get any information.... Hajime, you, no, where the hell were you guys?

"And Hajime. What the hell happened that day a year ago?

"... right. It is both easy and difficult to explain it. I have a lot to talk about."

My son's deep eyes, which I can no longer call a very boy, gave me a sigh of sorrow. And guess what. Hajime has had an incredible experience that we can't imagine.

"Yes. Then let's just clear the table and talk a lot. Wait a minute. 'Cause I'm gonna make you some delicious milk tea right now."

"Oh. Thank you, Mother"

"Hehe, he's kind of totally grown up"

Thus, while sipping the sweet and warm milk tea with the lid, Hajime told the two of them the truth about the mass disappearance. Hajime's experience is too intense to tell everything at once. Therefore, it was about the essentials, the scratching, but still the sky had already begun to whiten by the time I finished talking about them: summoning to different worlds, surviving in Nara, parting with my classmates, the Great Labyrinth attack, the mythological showdown…

As a matter of fact, Hajime, having finished the conversation, takes a breath emptying several cups. She also breathed in weakness. The worries circle with his fingers around his eyes, and he is silent as he drops his gaze on the empty cup, wondering how to return it.

"After all, hard to believe?

Hajime asks with a bitter laugh.

"Well. Both father and mother have a wealth of knowledge of work patterns and things like that... in fact, when..."

"Right. However, given the unnatural extreme circumstances of mass disappearances, there's something I can't deny out of my mind. There's no reason for Hajime to lie in this situation. So what worries me is the possibility that Hajime is so presumed by someone (...)"

"Ha, sure, that way of thinking is far more realistic. I'd think so too, if it was your father and your mother."

Someone kidnapped me and imprinted my memories of an absurd fantasy, even brainwashed in a group of people… Indeed, it is much more authentic than being told that I have gone to different worlds and fought demons and gods. Rather than not believing my son's words, it's a realistic idea that comes from the worry that if it does, I need to get him treated quickly.

To the two people who cared for themselves, Hajime said, deepening his bitter laughter, that he couldn't help but be sure.

"Father, mother. Whether what I say is true or not, I have the means to prove it. So, assuming it's true now, I want you to answer.... What did you think of what I've done? No, what do you think of me now?

That's the question Hajime fears most deeply. If your parents point you to feelings of disappointment, fear, repentance or disgust...... that's right, tough. I'm sure he'll leave the house and jump straight into his beloved lover's chest.

But in the back of Hajime's inner tension, he grinned as troubled or as dazed as he perceived Hajime's fearful heart.

"You know, Hajime. I'm not a saint prince, am I?

"Huh?"

To the bewildered hazy, the sorrow leans next to the hazy one, taking his seat.

"The safety of my son is much more important than the death of others. Though you may think it's a flimsy affair, that's what parents are for. Totally, so nervous... what did you think they might kick you out of the house? You're an idiot."

"But... mother. Sure, I've killed him because I need him, but I never hesitated to kill him. That's how it changed. Can you accept a guy who has no repentance or aversion to killing?

You can't help it, so Hajime returns the words with an indescribable look on his head. In contrast, the sorrow opened its mouth in a truly frightened manner this time.

"Accept or nothing, we're family, right? The Nagumo family doesn't have the word to stop the family. You didn't know that? There's no way you can stop my son. It's called, 'You can't run from your father!'."

"No, don't run to a story at a time like this..."

"Ha, well, anyway. Hajime is my son, and I am my father. Beyond that, I'll always be on your side. How can you care about others when your son's survival is threatened? So, if you feel guilty and want to make amends to your family, we'll make amends together, and if you say you've become a pleasure killer, I'll put my life and body to stop you."

Perhaps, if you think in common sense, you are wrong about how sad and miserable you are. As a parent, whatever the circumstances, you must ask about the murder. I must tell you that is unacceptable. As a parent, I guess I have to reprimand my child for his sins.

And I'm sure you know how sad it is. On top of that, I was unmistakably happy to kill someone but my son came back alive. If Hajime is splitting up, that's fine, assuming that if we're going to atone for our sins, together, we've made it to the outer path, then we risk our lives to bring them back to the right path. Yes, let me be clear.

"Does Hajime regret what he's done?

"No, there's no such thing as regret or dust. I don't even think I was wrong. I decided to do that, all ready."

"Yeah. You had to. But Hajime. That doesn't work in Japan, does it?

"I know. The journey that began when all the hostiles decided to kill was over, too. So I have to change my way of life, too. Well, I might do enough to plant trauma."

"Yes, that's fine. Even if Hajime's heart has become something that does not repel killing, Hajime has reason and feelings. Then you'll be fine. You're right, if Hajime steps off the road, I'll bring him back, even if he flips, and we'll take responsibility together."

"Mother..."

Hajime thinks. Even if God gains the power to butcher, he still needs to be no match for his father and mother. And I think of my beloved daughter, who was made in different worlds, and I feel hiccups about her lack of self as a father.

Softly he caressed the meditated hajime, and the sorrow stroked him gently. If you have witnessed Hajime's murder, you will surely not be upset, etc. It could even be traumatic. Like now, you may not be able to give words without hesitation.

Still, one thing I can say for sure is that I will never leave Hajime, my son, in fear.

The thought did pass on to Hajime. Therefore, there is only one word for Hajime.

"... thanks. Dad, Mom."

The eyes of sorrow and sorrow are gently narrowed.

Feeling the warmth of his parents like that, Hajime gave them a niggling, pranky grin when he opened his eyes. My heart is completely clear. With the unusual self accepted, Hajime regained his usual self.

That way, the rest, in a sense, has to be the most important report. I can finally prove the other world I mentioned earlier, so it's two birds with one stone.

"Father, mother. But if I had been summoned by another world... do you remember what a stupid story I was talking about?

"Hmm? Oh, even if I remember. Hajime said to me," I don't think I can defeat a demon king very well, "even a demon king would want to build a harem in a world of swords and magic. All I can do is go home at best. If there's someone important, come with me. '"

"Well, you remembered. Well, what is that? I think I also put a little on the subject when I explained earlier...... I got a loved one. I'd like to introduce you, okay?

"From now on? It's dawn, isn't it? I mean, did you have a girlfriend after all!? Is that from another world? No, wait, I still don't know if the story of being summoned by another world is true..."

"Oh, right. Maybe he planted false memories in Hajime... And he said, 'If you want your son back, buy this holy pot. Hey, I'm going to give you a special half price for a million bucks right now!

Something weird, delusional, fuzzy, alertness quenching; and "Hey, you, genius!?" and instantly in tune with sadness. Something tells Hajime to wander his gaze into the void, grinning bitterly that his favorite is about to be treated like a bad-business law salesman.

"... Yue, can you hear me? It's me."

"Hey, hey! Hajime has spoken to the void! Is that it? A guy named her!? What am I supposed to do as a father?

"Calm down, you. It was a pleasure... I'm sure there's a bug in my house! A holy pot seller called by Hajime is coming!

"What, you say? You bastard, you put my son at the mercy of a pot... it's not just that. With my amazing price cutting tech, I'm gonna drop you below 50,000!

All of a sudden, Hajime, who spoke to the universe, was greatly upset by the fact that he could not have known that he was talking. Xu subtly speaks realistic reasoning, and his grief becomes petite panic and solidifies his deviant determination. And Yue had at some point become a holy pot selling girl.

With such parents on their asses, Hajime's conversation continues.

"Oh, I'm fine now.... Oh, we talked more or less. I'd like to introduce you to Yue and the others.... right. You know the coordinates, right? Oh, well, then, open the gate and come directly to me. My... right, about a meter on the east side, please."

Actually, now, Yue and the others are at the school Hajime attended. Upon his return from Tortoise, he made a place on the roof of the school to open the gate. It's easy to imagine next to my parents' house, and even during the day, the rooftops are usually locked with no access, so it's not even visible to people. It was a convenient place.

And after the classmates were on their way home one after the other, Yue and the others suggested that they stay in school themselves. Hajime's, don't water the reunion with your parents.

Naturally, the grief of not knowing such circumstances made him face to face with what was wrong with his son, who kept talking to the void - shortly afterwards, he was to be stiff.

Gugnali and, suddenly, I wondered if the space right next to me had been distorted like a vortex, as it was in the shape of an ellipse, and shortly afterwards, a familiar sight - because some classroom-like place in the school had expanded.

"Doh, anywhere ○ A, you say?

"Huh? Hey, I'm suddenly too fantastic!

It was Yue who sneaked a peek at his face from the edge of the gate as his sorrows swept away. Those red-eyed eyes wandered through the room intriguingly, then narrowed in delight reflecting the sadness, and finally they turned to Hajime and said, "Can I come in?," he asks silently.

"Welcome to the Nagumo family. Don't hesitate to come in."

"... n"

Yue steps loosely into the Nagumo family with words indicating Hajime's welcome. To the holes in the space suddenly vacant in the room and to the beautiful girl like a waking biscuit doll who emerged from it, sadness and agitation reveal her mouth puckering.

Hajime introduced his beloved lover as he stood next to Yue, laughing niggardly with a child-like look in which the prank succeeded.

"Father, mother. Her name is Yue. He's special to me. By the way, she's a different world, a vampire, a former princess."

"" Eh, temple attribute!?

A grief that returns a brilliant response, which is not common in people. Yue dusts in her heart, "Oh, she's a very hazy parent," while, at the same time, picking the edge of her skirt a little while nervous about the critical event of greeting her parents and deciding on Cartesy with her work full of elegance and beauty.

"... nice to meet you, Hajime's father, mother. My name is Yue. Thank you for your time."

"Oh, whoa. No, this is polite. Nice to meet you, sir?

"Nice to meet you, isn't it?

Of a beautiful blonde red-eyed girl like the one who jumped out of a painting story, that also makes the two tails really suspicious for the first time in their lives, the shock of introducing a lover from their son. In many ways, Hajime grinned deeper at the look of her peppered and lowering her head, but said, "This is not the end of it!" I just opened my mouth.

"Shea, that's good!

"Come on! Father-in-law, mother-in-law, I say Shea! Nice to meet you!

"" Usami no, Kitta!?

Ugging the rabbit, a grin of sorrow showed a stunning hammer to the second beautiful girl who popped out over the gate with a full grin. I can't afford to reply, and my eyes are nailed to a razor that is stinging.

"Tio, come!

"Mm-hmm. The first thing you see is your stepfather, your mother-in-law, and your mistress, Tio Klarus, a dragon man who is also a sexual slave. It's been a while, thank you."

"" Sex slaves!?

I feel sad and unwittingly fluttered by the twin hills that are still going to spill and Tio, who greets me badly as he spreads his dragon wings to reveal who he is. Apparently, successive impact deployments have come to my feet.

"Remia, Mu!

"Yes, you. Nice to meet you, my name is Remia. Regards, Daughters."

"Uh, uh... Dad, it's my dad's daughter Mu! Grandpa, Grandma, thank you!

"Oh, Grandpa!?

"Mm-hmm!?

A Yurufu beauty who carefully bows her head in a chunky manner and a little mu who greets her hard. The sorrow was finally stiff to Mu's shocking words. Then, he turns his gaze to Hajime like a machine that forgot to anoint him with giggly oil.

Those eyes told the story eloquently above all else. Namely, "Explain what you mean!".

Hajime therefore answered concisely.

"Mu is my daughter, and all the Jews are my daughter-in-law. Well, do me a favor."

"" Light!?

"Oh, by the way, I have about four more daughters, so I'll have them greet me later"

"" Real cheerlem!?

Again, they took a brilliant reaction, synchronized brilliantly.

And he said, "You, are you really my son!?" or "You, are you really my son!?," and the kindness that didn't shake even when they confessed to murder swung and orgasmed, "No, well, yeah! There can't be these cute kids in real life! It's all CG! Don't be fooled! ♪ And sadness sees who it is! ♪ If you scream," You, you're a genius! Hajime, wake up! Even if I switched from a two-dimensional girl to a 3-D girl, I ended up with a phantom. I'm just vain! "and screaming with a sad look...

Anyway, that already revealed a great deal of confusion.

But that confusion didn't last long either.

He felt unwelcome by how the two of them were doing. Mu snuggled, "Grandpa, Grandma...... can't you mu? 'Cause I asked. Needless to say, the result.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Mu's grandfather, right?

"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Mu's grandmother, right?

Brilliantly, I recovered in an instant. He still looks like a hajime when he gets suddenly knocked out for his adorability up to Mu's bruises.

Thus, once recovered, the two originally professionally tolerant girls affirmed the veracity of Hajime's words immediately to the aroused fantasy phenomenon in front of them and to the beautiful girls who were not human.

And then there's all the fuss. Too rare for my son to go through. That and the realization of the beautiful girl Harlem...... because they are two people who feed their nerdy souls on life as it is, it's already a question attack with their eyes shining.

If Tio produced a video recording of Hajime fighting again with playback magic, a strange voice echoed in the residential area in the morning. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yeah! You know what, you know what!? This is my son! Thanks!," or "Kyaaaaaa, I heard!? I said come on now! Oh, shit! This kid, he's a real demon king! And the Demon King is my son! Thanks!" And so on and so forth, the two tension magpies kept making noise until after all, Hajime, who couldn't stand the shame, became a thunderbolt abuzz.

"...... hmm. That's right, Hajime's stepfather and stepmother. Different flavors, different flavors."

"Sure, this is what Mr. Hajime's parents are like."

"If it's your husband's father and mother, it's only natural."

"Ugh, you look like Mr. Hajime, you're unique people"

"Ugh, Dad and Grandpa, they look so much alike!

Yue and the others share their thoughts as they stare with a raw, warm look at the sadness of fainting with a good smile.

Hajime has a word against that.

"What do you mean, here"

It was an indescribable look hajime.

Returning from his retrospective, he spoke at the morning table as he nibbled at his son's family, who in a way flirted with him.

"Speaking of which, Hajime. Weren't you supposed to meet Kaori and the others today? Is the time okay?

"Ah, it's after noon, so it's no problem."

"Shizukuishi's coming too, right? How's love?

"Shizukuishi's coming with Kaori, but Aiko, I think she'll probably come, but won't it be too late? I have a job, a position."

"Ai-chan's tough too," he frowned sympathetically.

Today, Kaori and the others are planning a meal out. Classmates also attend, like reunions of those summoned to different worlds. Most importantly, Hajime and the others are active students, so the nuances are slightly different.

"Hey, Hajime. Tell Kaori and the others to show their faces at home more. The more righteous daughters of beautiful girls, the better."

"Right. I mean, once you've done the extra renovations, you just have to let them live in the house. It's gorgeous, it's not busy, it's not the best."

"... they don't even want to... or they usually want to come, but the other family won't admit it. Well, that's a common sense decision."

Hajime shrugged her shoulders as she thought of when she met Shizuku and Kaori's family in a corner of her head.

"Uh-huh, that too. Well, just tell him we're welcome anytime. And... hehe, you don't mind staying tonight?

"Sake pond flesh grove! My son, a horrible child."

"Ugh. He said he'd come home normally. Really, my father and mother..."

Slightly from morning onwards, Hajime becomes a tired look. The daughters-in-law of different worlds who seem to smile at such parent-child exchanges.

There, indeed, was a peaceful and gentle, extended family routine.