--I felt a shock on my head after all. And I woke up.
The surroundings are pure white anyway. And in front of her, a blonde girl in the same pure white piercing jacket stuck between my cheeks with both hands. I don't know, but for now, I'd like to speak up.
"Um, I'm sorry. Where is this place?
"... hah!... have you woken up yet? I wish I hadn't woken up like this. Haah, what should I do..."
The girl who made a disturbing remark after shaking her body, dropped her shoulders and replied. When I looked closely, not only did I have blond hair, but my eyes were blue and it looked like a foreigner. She is a beautiful girl without a quote.
Does it look like you have feathers on your back, but it's cosplay? The quality of foreigners' cosplay can be overwhelmingly high.
While thinking about such extraneous things, I realized the changes in my body as I understood the situation in front of me.
I don't have a limb or anything, do I? Or is it a round sphere?
I felt like I was being touched on my cheeks, but I didn't have any hands or feet, and somehow I realized I was turning into a sphere. A blonde girl holding me in both hands in such a sphere seems to be holding me as far as the girl's face. To be clear, it's not normal.
"Ah, um, what is this situation?
"Yes, I'll explain. You're dead."
Ah hey... no, it's weird!
Yesterday, after work, I probably stopped by the tavern and got a lot drunk, but I managed to get home and dive into bed!
"Well, I'm sure some of you don't remember very well when you died, but that's not the case with you. When I got drunk, I slipped flashy and hit my back head on the floor, didn't I? Maybe you're drunk and you don't remember. It seems he died in the futon because of that. It wasn't that painful, was it? You're lucky. Well, if I had rushed into the hospital right away, I might have been saved."
Seriously. I'm dead. There was still something I wanted to do. I mean, you don't have to go out of your way to read the thoughts in your head.
"That's right. I'm an angel."
The angel (self-proclaimed) answered Doya's face. I'd like it to be a lie, but no matter what you think, it's too realistic to dream. I knew I was dead. And the girl in front of me must be an angel.
"Um, so what happens to me now? It's kind of a sphere."
"Ah, ahh... that's it, but right now, you're in a state of soul only. And from now on, I was supposed to wash my soul with a soul washer, lose my memory, and go on a journey of reincarnation."
Soul washer? When I wondered, the angel's gaze turned sideways. Behind the gaze was something like a two-tank washing machine. You think this is gonna wash me?
"That's right. Originally, I would put you in here, have Gowangowan and the memories and sins of the world dropped, and then I would ship it back to the world when it got pretty....."
I have a bit of a tooth cut. I sweat strangely with my distant eyes.
"As a matter of fact, today is my first day of rehabilitation work, and I accidentally dropped you. And that shock woke you up."
I hit my head and died. I don't know if it was my head after I died, but was it dropped on the floor? I don't like the way things go. But how are you feeling? You're not feeling well, are you? I'm sorry he's dead, but there's nothing I can do about it. Please go to the washing machine at once.
"It was the mountains that I wanted to do that... Normally, souls without consciousness are placed in a soul washer and shipped smoothly. Look at this."
And the moment the angel turned his gaze, the white wall that he thought was a pure white small room became semi-transparent, and he understood the surroundings.
Like a call center or some factory, a row of feathered white people suddenly grabbed the sphere that appeared in the space and pounded it into someone who could only see the soul washing machine and the washing tub.
Then immediately remove the sphere stuck in the washing tank and then pour it into the person who looks like a dewatering tank. Was it dehydrated? The apparently white sphere rolls out of the hole next to the dewatering tank and disappears into the back with something like a white belt conveyor lying down automatically.
Looks like we're repeating that sequence of work forever. The work speed is terribly fast. Exactly craftsmanship. By the way, the angels line up side-by-side, but their ends are invisible. It's as big as it is.
"If I'm working at that pace, I can't afford to be alone.
"That's right, but if I regain consciousness like you, it's going to be a lot of trouble. Soul washing machines can wash away the memories and dirt of the previous life, but if you wake up in the heavens, they will be overwritten and won't disappear. Ahhh... what should I do?"
The angel crouched down with me in both hands. Looks pretty depressed. Don't drop me again.
"But isn't there a precedent of failure in such a flow of work? Safe in three seconds!
"That's right. In fact, even if I regain consciousness, it is safe because I wash it before completely overwriting it within three seconds. That's how I learned in my training. It is a recognition of the extent of gunko dirt. But then my head turned pure white and it hardened with you in my hand."
Do you have a three-second rule? Besides, is it too late?
"Hah... In the meantime, I'll go and report it to my manager. The spinach is important. Hah, you're gonna get really mad at me...."
And the angel took hold of me and meditated. Then the white appeared in front of her, and the next moment, a great man with long and gray hair, Aura, appeared halfless.