Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

In a road-facing fast-food store on a street a little off Main Street that will be all over the city. In the window seat on the second floor, three boys, who looked like high school boys, said they had no time, but they were also in a chair.

On the tray, which is placed on the table in front of the three of them, the wrapping paper of the burger, which has already been sneezed round, and the case of the empty potatoes, are rolling unwrought.

"Ahhh."

One of the boys drooled out something strange like a groan as the ice broke off and frowned at the totally thinned juice. Besides, those same eyes and those of the rest of the boys who want to know how they feel are directed at them.

"I know you're free, don't speak like that. You'd be ashamed."

"I thought I said something Ng. For the rest of my life, three men, wasting their time here... Huh. In my spare time, I'm vain..."

"Don't say it. It's too vain."

The three of them, dating from middle school, are now freshmen in high school. If I went up to high school, I would have had a pale expectation that there was something dodgy and youthful about it that I didn't have in middle school... but I actually have a normal day that is nothing in particular and no different from when I was in middle school.

In fact, the three of them enrolled in a school a year ago with occult incidents that disturbed the public, the current third grade students had seniors who were party to it, and the neighborhood was also a factor in inflating expectations of "something" that might occur in high school life (which parents vehemently opposed as a school of choice but persuaded them to do)... nothing in particular.

Of course, there were some decisive differences before and after the occult incident, which undoubtedly cheered them from the bottom of their hearts that they had enrolled in their current high school. That's...

"Oh, I'm dating Senior Yue."

"I want to marry Senior Shea"

"Senior Shirazaki...... that would be nice"

The three look up to heaven, wishing to walk with long-awaited seniors all over the city on holiday than such a murky, corrupt man friend. They make delusions out of their mouths. Leaks, and they hear each other's words and gaze at each other. And we gave each other words at the same time.

"" "Don't talk to me. You're vain." "

The three of them still sighed at the same time, which seemed to be letting happiness slip away in a grand way already. It is no longer an open fact in your neighborhood, rather than in school, that there is only one admiring eye, and that is only for the same person, while floating the admiring seniors in your brain.

I don't know what it's like not to stop at just those three...

"Damn, the world has romantic refugees like us, you son of a bitch."

"Oh, man. Stop it." Did you forget the guys who slapped that guy in the shadow?

"... from the next day on, you mean the master of the karate that transformed into Oneh?

"There's that, but the ace in the soccer club who became feminine phobic, he always had a disgusting attitude, and then one day, suddenly, he said," That guy in the example is a math teacher who used a military kind of salutation... "

"So, but, you know, rumors, right? It's like an urban legend, isn't it? See, those people, they're" returnees. "That kind of story was made in half funny... the fact is, there are no seniors or teachers like that."

"Well, yes..."

Talk like an urban legend - if so, "Real Harlem" is enough, "Talk like an urban legend"... In the end, everyone thought but didn't say it. It is true that the students and teachers on whom the rumors originated are not found in the school, but at the same time there are rumours that they have been transferred or transferred.

I don't know where the truth is. That was also giving the students an indescribable sense of no longer. Especially for new freshmen who don't know about school life immediately after returning - those who returned from occult mass divine hiding were settled in place because that's what the public called them.

Naturally, some of the first-year students who were unknown to the public and often on track, such beautiful returning seniors and foreign students attempted to attack... In general, they grew up a little adult with the satisfaction that they were shown their relationship with "that person" in front of them, or stopped by the seniors of the returning group boys with a slightly gentle eye trying to act shady out of jealousy, and in a few months "that's what it is".

Still, even entertainers can't win a bit, after all, not that they lose their longing for beautiful seniors who want to say, nor do they lose their jealousy at all about those "example people" who are literally monopolizing such seniors, and thus become foolish and evil when they mumble.

"Huh...... hmm? Oh, hey, that."

"Hmm?"

"Ah?"

One of the male students somehow turned his gaze out the window and raised his awareness to the group. If you get caught and the other two turn their gaze, what a timing there is. A group of rumors were walking down the street on the other side.

"That man in the example - Nagumo Hajime and his daughter-in-law - Z.

"Hey, why are those people here?"

"Well, you, I don't care what you think, date"

"As always, you're so generous..." Is that the kid with the shoulder? "Was it true to have children? Yabe......"

Vitah! and a threesome stuck on the windowsill, staring into eating hajime walking in the way you cower while surrounded by a beautiful girl/beauty who looks like fun. From inside the store, the three of them stick to the window like yamori is a different sight. The clerk's 0 yen smile is about to collapse.

"To Senior Yue, Senior Shea... and to Senior Shirazaki, you even have Senior Yae Oak. And then there's the brunette and blonde beauty I've seen after school at a cultural festival or something..."

"What a perfect formation. Fuck you."

"Oh, and that kid... that's so cute. Even beautiful girls...... I envy you"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

At the last remark, the three accidentally look at each other as they leak their dumb voices. I mean, you two said to one person, "Uh, this guy's serious? That way?" I look at it with a dong in my eyes like that. One person who panicked about it tries to interpret it as a misunderstanding,

"Oh, seniors, they're going."

"All right, I'm free anyway, and I'll put it on later. Real Harlem, what kind of date is he on, for later school?"

"Hey, I, I'm not, am I? That's not what this is about, is it?

"But are you okay? Rumor has it, they're so sharp. It would suck if I could, wouldn't it?

"It's all over the city, and a lot of people will be fine. Besides, it's that beautiful group of girls and beauties, right? The risk of getting tangled is high. At that time, you might know a little bit about what kind of response" that person "would take... whether the rumors about Oneyed seniors or Ethereum militarized teachers are true? It bothers you, doesn't it?

"Hey, listen to me. Really, I'm not interested in little kids or anything. Simply..."

"Sure... I don't know, Yabe. Seriously, I'm going. Don't you dare, go."

"Okay. Well, on your day off, it's just great to be able to worship your Yue seniors in their personal clothes"

"Okay."

"Wait! Don't ignore me! Seriously, because it's not! No, really!

The noisy three boys students left the store with a doozy, unaware of the clerk with all the smiles open whose eyes were not laughing until the end. And I heard a headache roar from the downstairs doorway saying, "I'm more excited about female teachers, widows and adult women"... The clerks sighed heavily.

"Hey, because you're really not, are you?

"I already know."

"You like female teachers and widows. Is that what this is all about? Besides, don't make a scene. You'll get it."

"I'm Setouchi, whether or not I'm treated like a pervert by the name of Loricon..."

I'm perverted confirmed at the time I had a hell of a sexual preference cumming out at a fast food store, but no one can get a scratch in there. More important than that is the observation of Hajime's line of pleasant window shopping, now at the end of his gaze.

As they observed, Hajime and the others entered the famous three-story big shop there in women's fashion. Through the glass, the clerk and other customers can see for a moment that they are gnawed. Then, the clerk quickly becomes a normal attitude like a customer service professional, the other female customers turn their gaze as if they had even encountered an entertainer, and the men with them are in love with Boo.

In the meantime, the Hajime and the others looked around the store without looking particularly concerned, and from time to time, the women matched their clothes for Hajime's opinion. Hajime, against, seems to be switching Mu from a shoulder car to a one-armed hug and returning his thoughts one word or two. I know very well that Yue and the others are overjoyed by the words.

"... could it be that you're giving everyone, each one of you, a different sentiment?

"" You look great. "Just one tour, at least six times. Don't be like repeat playback."

"As far as the look on the faces of Seniors Yue, I guess every time, I'm saying something else exactly. … is this one end of Harlem man's strength…"

The three people, who were hiding in the shadow of the product and continued to observe while other customers and clerks turned a frivolous eye to them, gave them a look of war. If they ask for that alternative feeling... no doubt, we'd be broken speakers.

but then, after plenty of going around the store, the three mediocre high school boys (freshman year) were to be savored by the Real Harlem man's occupation.

"Stay. No way, are you willing to buy that amount of clothes!?

"You're lying. This store is pretty expensive! All dressed one at a time, but six...... is his financial strength a monster!?

Six garments placed at the register at the end of their gaze. Remia looks happy to Yue, Shea and Tio, Kaori and Shizuku seem a little sorry, still staring at Hajime's back talking to the clerk in a way that can't hide the joy.

Hajime handed over the card to the clerk and completed the accounting, and proceeded to mail it back to him. Simply flaunt your shoulders to the women who will give you a mouthful of thanks and encourage you to go ahead. And he couldn't buy it because he didn't have the right size clothes for himself, and snorted at Mu complaining of his dissatisfaction by petting Hajime's cheek, after the store with a tender look that he said he knew.

Later the clerks left behind, the guests with lovers and friends exhale a sigh containing all sorts of thoughts.

"No, me, you've heard of it." The guy's parents, the president of the gaming company, the cartoonist of the seller. So, he said he was making a lot of money doing things like part-time work there. "

"Oh. I heard that, too. In addition, there were rumors that he had started a jewelry-related company. That brunette and blonde is the director or the secretary."

The three of them smile dry at rumours like a joke with more authenticity as they chase after the Hajimes.

Actually, the rumor, it can be a big win. Returning to this world, Hajime, when he settled down and cleaned up all the major issues such as counterfeiting administrative relations such as family registration and media measures, still though he was a student, was still unconvinced as a man that having his parents feed the Jews all the time, and he figured out a way to earn money to increase his status of merit.

One of them is the launch of a jewelry store. Why a jewelry store, of course, because Hajime has irregular means when it comes to processing technology: the smelter. In some cases, it is also possible to make gems from scratch even if there are no components, such as raw stones.

The design asks Lemia, who unexpectedly demonstrated taste, to devise it in the main, and Hajime smells it exactly the way it is. Moreover, this accessory has a strange (...) effect, such as feeling better just by wearing it, feeling better about the skin, or having more memory.

Nowadays, small offices are run by Tio, who has studied the economy and management of the planet, mainly online sales, so it's enough to be in parallel with schools, or word of mouth spreads design sense and its strange effects, making a lot of money.

It should be noted that this jewelry store was founded by Hajime because Lemia and Tio, who do not attend school, were each interested in the diverse designs and economic systems of the planet. Hajime is a hajime and reaches out to the people for business.

"The magical products sell like magic," said Hajime, who laughed with such a gruesome face, sad and distracted himself, needless to say that Yue and the others were grumpy.

"Oh, hey, it's finally rolling out as you'd expect! That's right, Seniors Yue. You're half-eating."

"What, is that okay? I feel like I saw it, it's about college kids, and it's so big."

"Yes, I'll be able to contact the police."

At the end of the gaze of the three people watching as they hid in a nearby sign, about five good men, who wanted about a college student, approached Hajime, who was about to enter the children's clothing store, with a grin on his mouth. It is a kind of race that doesn't want to get involved too much because of dyed hair, disfigured clothes, facial expressions, and atmosphere.

The people around them also somehow perceive the trouble they are going to have, or they emit an atmosphere of restlessness.

Hajime glances back at their proximity. And shortly after the five men reached before the Hajimes and heard the salivating sound of Gokuri swallowing from somewhere,

"Mr. Hajime, and all of her, chi wow!

"" "" Chi Wow!

The five strong faces lowered their heads simultaneously. From the surrounding "Yee-haw!!" The voice overflows with expression. To an unexpected development, the three of them also said, "Why!?," said Hajime as he rode himself out of the sign,

"... ahh? Who, you?"

Returned the frigid glances to the strong. A slightly shocked blonde piercing man opens his mouth as I am in a hurry for it.

"Oh, it's me, me. You don't remember, do you?

"Hmm? Ole ole scam on the face and towards... you, inside, you're a novel guy"

"Chi, no! Six months ago, twenty of my buddies fought and sold me to Mr. Hajime, and I'm a bummed leech! After that, you introduced me to my current company, and I've been with you a couple of times at an informant job."

"... oh, yeah. Hide. Hide. Yeah. I remember."

"I don't know, really."

Obviously it was a hazy look I don't remember, but when I ate too much, I was afraid of the aftermath, so (I tasted "true fear" six months ago) Hide pulled back. Its strong face is pitiful as if it were an abandoned wanker.

"Well, what's that bumpy informant Hide for?

"It's going to be some kind of weird street name, so give me a break about that. Yeah, I didn't mean to be particularly helpful, but I happened to see you, so I wanted to say hello."

"Right. You're a disciplined guy. Yeah, I kind of remembered. Surely, the Jews swung at me and tried to take Mu hostage to my stomach, and they sat there crying at me."

"... say that no more. It's really a past I want to erase..."

And Hide, all of them, became vain eyes, and trembled in small pieces. One of them is about to cry now.

Hajime, who then talked to Hide and the others a couple of times, got the information that a popular acquaintance shop with a hole would be nearby if it was children's clothing, and walked out towards it. Needless to say, his surroundings had an indescribable gaze at them like a well-tutored soldier who kept his head down until he couldn't see the Hajimes.

"Something's not what I expected..."

"It already happened as expected, and it felt like after he solved it."

"... I'll make those older guys look like loyal dogs." Solution... Those guys were shuddering subtly... "

……

The bodies of the three men trembled somewhat burly. And each other, when we tried to suggest that we stop the tail or something, we would see the sight of the hazy people coming out of the children's clothing store again at first glance, bowing their heads to the hazy as they had done earlier.

While the three distracted people who somehow called the observation off watched, now if Hajime and the others, who even heard about it at the coffee shop's place, walked out, the bad guys would still bow their heads in a drop-off attitude.

Even before going to the coffee shop, the sight of young people apparently liking the back alley and likely to live jumps in more than once as they stand up and greet each other like they panicked if they saw a hazy shark.

Returning to Main Street, it was the same, and those seemingly disgruntled people bowed their heads with a gaze that contained more or less awe and respect for Hajime.

Extremely, a black-painted foreign car would have stopped under the hajimes who were bickering on the coffee shop's open terrace. From there, the guys in the suit came down and said hello as they bowed their heads to Hajime. Naturally, the air in the coffee shop is frozen.

And the last time I got out of the car, a man in his sixties... no matter what you look like, the only person who looks like a Yakuza parent talks to Hajime with an even more vicious distortion of his vicious face.

"As always, you're in a good position. At the kid's minute, she's been in a place like this since midday, let her samurai. I want to see my parents' faces."

"If you're a parent's face, you know that, right? I tried to retaliate by thoroughly examining my surroundings and crushing your stupid business. What can I do for you? As you can see, we're on a date. To disgust you, if you bothered to stop, I'd crush you again."

"Kakah, don't be so scared. As for the side that's actually been hit, it hasn't gone out of style."

How dare you speak to the Yakuza! and the surrounding guests, clerks, and three people scream inside, but froze in a different way this time to the words of the ensuing parent. "Now, I wonder what Oyabin said?".

"This is Japan, and I'm glad I'm a good Japanese. Otherwise, by now, all of you will be dusting and dancing in the sky of the world."

"... do you realize your line sounds more like a yakuza than a yakuza? Ha, well. You spoke up..."

Apparently, what I called out for was that at one time, with the reconstruction of a group (all of them, about a half-kill hospital send) that had been devastated by Hajime, it was officially decided to replace the young head that had become irreversible, so I came to greet that new young head to Hajime.

It seems to be a new common perception that if you want to live in the surrounding area, mainly in the town with Hajime, you should never forget the existence of Hajime, and the new young head, knowing the Hell paintings of the time, greeted Hajime on his inauguration while drooling a cold sweat that kept him expressionless but couldn't be hidden.

There's no way I'm going to come to my inaugural seat where I called Hajime, and I don't know what kind of punishment I'm going to get if I'm going to push him to a residence or school from here. But if you don't put it through your face, I can't calm down enough to think about it later. I was holding my head wondering what was going on, and by chance, I saw a line of hajime on the move, so I said, "Here's your chance! Get rid of anything you don't like at once! No way, you're not going to get attacked in public!" And so I came to greet you.

... I really don't know which one is the yakuza.

"Right. Well, unless you guys do something that involves people around me, you can do whatever you want. However, last time, it was done by half-killing because there was still room for extenuating circumstances, but not next time. Next time, if you do anything, even indirectly... I'll give you a very nice second life. Forced."

That's what I said, Hajime ripping his mouth to the third moon.

"... you look more yakuza than yakuza after all"

When people around you say, "You're right! Oh, Mr. Yabin!" and was intensely in tune inside. And my parents, knowing that Hajime was the "returnee," were attacked by the urge to ask what the hell kind of experience would make a kid like you, but many years of experience happened to set the alarm, so I swallowed the word.

Eventually, the Yakuzas, all together, bowed their heads to Hajime, and then drove away, leaving a different sight to pull back in harmony with the Jews, "Excuse me, gentlemen, during your break".

"Well, it's time for a good time, let's go"

In the words of Hajime, the Jews take their seats. If Hajime asks the clerk to account, the clerk of a girl about the same age who was watching the exchange earlier said, "Hiya! Thank you! Thank you!" He turned to the cashier in such a tempered manner that he wondered if he was after him.

But that wasn't the aim, which was evident from the fact that the trembling fingertips were hitting the register button continuously with "A ~ Tattoo Tattoo" as if it were a fist technique user poking a certain secret hole. As pathetic as it is, I am seriously tempered.

A girl clerk asks her coworkers and store manager for help with a crying face, but they grab a fist and say, "Fight!" There is no sign of lending a hand just to tell. Customers and the three of us still say, "Come on!" and I don't see how I can help just by supporting you in my heart.

"... ha"

"Huh!?

Hajime sighs, wondering if it's my fault. Plus, the girl's clerk shakes her body freaking out and increasingly extremes her secret hole poking (cashier only).

Then a small hand was layered on the hand of the girl's clerk poking around the secret hole (cashier button). He was an unintentionally screaming clerk, but when he found out that his hand belonged to Hajime's hugging toddler, he assumed it was Kyoton.

To a clerk like that, Mu laughs cheerfully.

"Mr. Ten, it's a good idea."

"Oh, yes, and excuse me"

That's right, Mu. It was a blow. The girl's clerk, who regains her composure, successfully finishes her divine fist workout and hits the cashier correctly.

In a way, Hajime, who let him wipe his own ass, nadenaded with gratitude, gratitude and praise for such a mu. Mu laughed and hugged Hajime.

A girl clerk who has done the accounting and prepared the receipt and change is unexpectedly attracted to a gentle look and eye-catching hazy as she looks at such a mu and hazy. And if Hajime whispered with a slightly troubled look, "I'm sorry I scared you," he probably shook his head and denied it.

For some reason, Hajime, who left the store feeling the women's jitsu eyes on her back, said, "Please wait and see me again!" The voice of the vigorous clerk and that of the manager who stops it wooded.

"Hey, let's go home now... in many ways, I'm already full"

"Yeah, me too. Go home now."

"Rumors are true. I'm sure of it." That man became King Harlem as much as he could... "

Three people came out of the store after Hajime and the others left the store for a while, looking somewhere neat. Hajime's observations forced him to wear out in many ways. At the same time, we were silently convinced that any further tracking was really bad.

And I turned my heels back in the opposite direction of the direction Hajime and the others walked... at that moment,

"Wapu."

On the face of one of the male students, a piece of paper appearing to be caught in the wind was petrified. "What the hell," he said, spitting evil, dropping his gaze without taking that piece of paper in his hand...

- One boy, solidified as if frozen.

"Hey, what's up?

"What's hardening..."

If the other two, surprised, peek in from both sides of the boy who doesn't move with his gaze fixed on the piece of paper that flew in, there's...

- Not bad. It's a drag. The more curiosity, the better. From seniors

Naturally, the other two harden up. How long have you known? When did you write that? I mean, how did you get it? That, in the first place, was wind or something right now...

Various questions circled the brain in an instant, and the three of them looked at each other in a machine-like, unwieldy motion that they forgot to oil-giggle. And a beat,

"" "No, no, no!!!!

Screaming like a girl, the three of them ran their way home as if they were shedding their ravens.

From the following week, it goes without saying that an additional anecdote was added to the urban legend of the "example person".