Entering a Company From Another World!?

There are times when I think silence is good.

Especially when working.

Work intensively without being hindered by strange noise.

In modern times, it is difficult to secure a space of silence in the workplace.

When you become a big company, there will be a commensurate increase in the number of people, and when there will be an increase in the number of people, there will be only that much noise.

It ranges from trivial sounds of moving things to conversations between people or working sounds that can be heard from afar.

The scale has changed, and is it similar for small and medium-sized enterprises?

It is difficult to create a space of silence, no matter how much or how little it is.

That's why wind and bird rings and sounds are familiar even in the less popular mountains.

If we were to create a really quiet space, we would have to do it in the soundproofing room.

However, there are many effects of silence commensurate with the difficulty of its formation.

One is sleep.

Quiet spaces promise a better night's sleep.

One is the improvement of the concentration I mentioned earlier.

I can concentrate on the work without paying attention to anything else.

I can mention one, but I will omit it now.

I don't want to talk about silence now.

So, has anyone experienced that the silence can be painful?

Well, as you may know, I've been talking in my head for a long time.

"Jiro, how about a cup of tea?

Yes, I'll take it.

My stomach has been screaming for a while now because of that silent tension.

After that subordinate inquiry, Professor Fusio managed to make dinner heavier with his last words. I was stepping into the accommodation provided in the former room, which was also in the supervisor's private area.

I'm not allowed to go in alone, of course I have company.

It was as if I had measured the timing, and Tate came to pick me up after dinner. The woman in front of me looked at Tate and me alternately in dismay. I was stunned passing by Niyakutsuki saying that there was a connection between Kitami and South.

Since I joined this company, I have had some kind of relationship with women, so I don't think I can help being reacted to that kind of reaction.

But to tell you the truth, I didn't do anything to make you look like the South.

But sadly, the instructors told me to make fun of it, and the mistake caught my applause.

Seeing Amelia tilting her neck with a strange expression explaining that the Kitamiya is always the way it is, I feel sad that I am seen like that, but looking back at the relationship with women, I can't deny it, and instead of accepting it, I can't say anything at a time when I am following my instincts as a man trying to work even harder.

At the very least, I need to think about how to solve that mistake later, and I see the supervisor sitting on the same sofa that I sit on face-to-face and drinking tea without expression while asking Tate, the person I brought in, to replace the after-dinner tea.

……

……

I've only heard the sound of drinking tea since before.

If you're a regular supervisor, it's one or two of the chatter, and if you tease and tease from there, one or two of the jokes come out, but just because Tate is around, this reaction.

I haven't had any conversations since I was invited to greet you first.

Thanks to this, time passes just by drinking tea silently myself.

And Mr. Tate, who set this up, said.

"What?" What?

"No"

Even with your gaze, just laugh and laugh, and don't try to change the air of the scene where the enthusiasm when you try to set up the scene disappears.

It is only a static stance.

I honestly want to ask for such a tense silence.

To be honest, daytime tiredness combined with the urge to return to the room early and wander around the futon.

……

……

Now, let's be clear again.

Silence is painful.

I had a bad feeling before I came here, but I didn't want that to happen.

But fortunately, this silence is not unbearable.

Because time is running out and there is hope that if you finish this tea, you will be able to have some time.

If you don't break your face and go through with it like you originally planned, you should be able to finish without increasing the damage.

It's just...

……

There are parts of me that wonder if it is okay to spend this time quietly.

It can be argued that it would not be bad if asked to hang out with the Superintendent.

They care about you, and you may be able to say that you are close.

If you are asked for sure, you may get stuck in words.

The reason is because I know too much about her.

I've known the supervisor since joining this company, so there's a lot I don't know.

However, in retrospect, I think that I missed an effort to find out about her in the middle of the day.

There are almost no daily (private) contacts.

The extent to which we occasionally have daily conversations at work.

The supervisor I know has a strong image of always working.

So, what about private?

All I know about her is what Professor Fusio said and what Tate said.

I don't know anything else.

I was curious about the overhead words.

And that curiosity tells me.

This opportunity is a chance.

If you think so, you have more options for action and more room for thought.

I feel less nervous than before, and if I can afford to look gently at the Superintendent, I can always see her.

She's been supporting the Demon King Army stronger and longer than me.

It doesn't mean an interest in strange heterosexuals, but it's a simple question of whether there are hobbies and, if so, what kind of hobbies.

If I hear that both instructors have hobbies, I wonder to what extent she's doing.

"Superintendent"

"... what?

That's why I was able to put nature and tea ware at hand and call her without tension.

Instead of having a bad conversation with me, she put a nail in between and replied.

A sharp gaze looks straight at me.

I know that the pressure, but not the hostility, does not frighten me, so I think it would be nice to have a light chat.

"No, I was wondering if you weren't going to tell me anything."

"Is there anything you want to ask me?

"Yeah, well. I've never had the opportunity to talk slowly like this."

That's why I'm going to try a little.

If it is inconvenient to ask as one person, stand in front of the other as one of your subordinates.

I'm not sure where you're sitting here, but let's step in a little.

"Mutual, no, maybe the supervisor knows a lot about himself, but he doesn't know anything about the supervisor."

"... what are you going to do with it? You know that too. You and I have nothing more to do with our bosses and subordinates."

"If they say so, I can only say so."

The Superintendent is right to speak indifferently without loosening his expression.

The supervisor appreciates me, but only as Jiro Tanaka, a dungeon tester.

I never appreciate Jiro Tanaka as a man.

So the act of trespassing on her privacy should not be in a sense.

Suela, Memoria and Himiku are such a waste to me that there are children with Suela.

When Suela's children are born, they will have a ceremony and more relationships.

So you should refrain from behaving more intimately with the opposite sex than is necessary.

So it is my right choice as a social person to choose silence again without telling me the words ahead.

"If you insist, somehow."

……

But even if I understood it in my head, I couldn't convince myself, and I was going to get along as a subordinate rather than a man, and Potsuli and I were spinning words.

I don't think about what I want to do about the future relationship.

If you just ask me if I can stay like this, my feeling that I can't just spin the words I just said.

"Ufu, somehow, this is the first time you've ever tried to find out about me for that reason."

I wonder if it was good, but I smiled loosely, even though the expression of the superintendent that I had been holding on to was stunning.

"Yeah, I can't think of any other reason, so I don't know anything about the superintendent."

"It seems like you're not lying again. I see, if it's a question without such an idea, it's definitely something."

"It's hard to deny it, but please don't think about it."

"Is there anything else?

"Are you wrapped in oblates?

I don't think so.

The conversation from there was always an internal atmosphere.

The superintendent pointed out my roughness and said that I would refine with a bitter smile, and the superintendent had a conversation where I just melted and cut off my mouth.

It's tough.

"That's me. You know that. You're having this conversation, right?

"Yeah, I was predicting."

"Do you want this conversation, masochist?

"I will only deny it."

The director who laughed with Kutsuku denied only the important part, and I got my usual feelings.

"What do you want to hear?

"It's a topic you've been shaking. If you can answer the question, I'll answer it."

The superintendent, who leaned on the sofa a little bit and said that he felt good now, looked at me with a funny laugh when I was stuck in the void for a moment.

As for me, I thought the conversation would continue like this, so I got stuck in the shadow of falsehood.

Well, if you can ask questions, let me ask them.

"Well, then... do supervisors like sweets?

"What is that question?"

"Speaking of which, when I put in the cake the other day, I knew the name of the cake shop and the other day I was told to buy a cake. That's why I thought you liked sweets."

I was going to ask you a simple question, but as a supervisor, it seemed unexpected.

Were you expecting me to ask you a job question?

This time, after I broke my expression for a moment as if the superintendent had been stunned by falsehood, I was convinced to ask why I was doing that, and he replied with a stunned smile.

"She's a woman with me. I like sweets. Especially since there's nothing sweet about this world. I won't tire you."

"By the way, which do you like better, Western or Japanese?

"I like both, but I like Japanese sweets better. The sweetness is just right."

"Do you eat doughnuts or something?

"I've eaten, but you've been asking me all these food questions."

"I can only think of food as a common topic."

Food came out naturally when it was a common topic outside of work.

We are not immortals, as I said, Professor Fusio. We cannot live without eating.

Then you can enjoy nature and food as well.

Knowing where you're going will help you get to dinner in the future.

"I think we need to talk about work."

"When the time is up, the creature who's a salesman doesn't want to talk about his work."

Even though it is the sadness of the salaryman to talk to Polori about his work, the supervisor laughs funny while holding his mouth shut.

"Kukukuku, is that so? I see."

"Isn't that interesting?

"No, as far as I'm concerned, I thought I was going to ask about this world. I could have chosen you to talk about magic and this technology, but I didn't think it would be sweet. When I asked why I didn't choose it, I didn't want to talk to my boss about my work."

I had no choice but to tell the director who laughed funny what to do without laughing at it.

As the Conductor said, I would have heard about magic, but as I said before, all I could think of was food.

There was no deep reason, just a simple conversation.

And the story of the salesman's sexuality is also true.

However, the manner in which the subject was handled seemed favorable to the Superintendent.

"Perhaps my instincts as a therapist rejected the magical topic of work."

"You don't want to work overtime, do you?

"Yes"

"Well, that's an interesting idea."

The superintendent nodded satisfactorily to an idea not found in the other world, which triggered the breaking of silence and the passage of time, often changing the subject.

In that conversation.

Hee, magic can be used for that, too.

"Technologies that can only be used in combat are rarer. There are so many cases where the military has converted things that were originally born in the process of making life easier."

There was also a talk about magic that the superintendent said, but the magic was all about life like air-conditioning and microwaves.

There are many wisdom topics that are convenient for life rather than work topics.

"Everything is similar."

"That's true for meals. There is no Japanese curry, but stew is also here. There are other similar dishes, but we are generally inferior to food culture."

"No, Japan is just unusually multinational when it comes to food."

Conversations that come and go because we've been around the world before.

Things that were likely to happen on Earth also happened in other worlds, and I repeated my convincing and understanding knowing that there were similar technologies, quietly including the tea that Tate had poured into my mouth, and it was quite a while before I realized it.

Jiro, it's time for you to rest.

Is it that time already?

Where did the first tension disappear?

Relax if you notice, enjoy the conversation with the Conductor, forget the passage of time, and know that this time is over as pointed out to you by Mr. Tate.

It's not that I don't feel sorry for it, but if it still doesn't affect tomorrow's training, I put the tea ware down gently and get up slowly.

"Superintendent, it's time for you to take your time."

"Well, you've taken your time."

"No, I enjoyed it myself."

Right, Tate. Take me to the front door. "

"Yes, sir."

And when I heard about root digging and leaf digging, Mr. Tate, who was breathing, kept silent all the time and served him well.

I doubt that, but I'm thinking of following Mr. Tate's lead and leaving.

Jiro.

Behind my back, I can be summoned by the Superintendent.

Look back and see who's called.

"It doesn't matter when you're free. Not just with them, but with me sometimes."

"Okay."

I was wondering if they were the instructors.

I nod honestly.

Jiro, this way.

"Yes"

Without saying anything else, the supervisor gave Mr. Tate a glimpse and I left the room.

……

……

There was no conversation between me and Mr. Tate along the way.

And Mr. Tate, who opened the door, which is the border between the Superintendent's private area and the common space, will escort me out.

"Thank you for your time today."

"No"

"Fufu, was it strange that I didn't ask you anything?

"... did it appear on your face?

Just for a little while.

I wondered if I would listen or not, and Mr Tate pointed out my doubts at a time when I wanted to leave like this.

I said Superintendent, I said Tate.

It seems that creatures called demons are generally good at reading their thoughts.

I was no longer surprised, but I was smiling bitterly and asked if it was on my face.

"No, Jiro didn't show it on the front."

She smiled and said my expression was as usual.

Then why?

It's a maid's hobby.

She says that with a smile.

And finally...

"Thank you very much for having a good time with your daughter."

Slowly lowering my head, I know she made me the director's breathtaking soup.

I thought I'd been hit, but I enjoyed it to the point where I could tell if it was good for my boss.

Really?

"Yes"

Well then, say goodbye to Mr. Tate with his head up, and I'll go back to my room.

"He showed it to me without asking any questions."

Pretend you didn't notice that you said such a small thing.

One word today.

Whatever happens, it's not all bad.