Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

Think of it, after a long week, Guitar exhaled a long sigh.

Especially in the last few days, every day of work, work, work. It was my first experience in my life, including neglecting sleep and continuing to work without rest. Thanks to this, my heart rubbed down, my body accumulated fatigue, and my hips scratched and hurt.

My eyes are full and I can see it in the sumptuous. How responsive it seemed to me to sort out the books through the night, and more than usual the noticeability dominated him.

"Keep your books in your own store... don't leave them to people..."

He looked up at the ceiling in the chair and exhaled.

I knew how this happened. Because Yumiel, who was the clerk and supported the store (Free Life) for practically anything, offered a sudden vacation.

The ghost of that job must be in too much trouble, like wanting to take a week off. Guitar accepted her leave application, albeit flashly.

I don't think I've ever given Yumiel a vacation-like vacation since she started helping out with the store. Even on holidays, she was busy taking care of her chores. If the world is alive, defend the rights of the workers, and the shopkeeper is about to eat the hanging.

I left the store to myself, and on this occasion, when I stretched out my feathers, Guitar slapped me in the chest and sent Yumiel away. During the day, I didn't know what I would go out and do, but Guitar decided on my mind to stop prying and other wild things.

Yumiel is part of a free life. Then let no one bind you and let you be free. So much so that you laughed that even when Yumiel started staying at Melissa's house, it was personal freedom, rather, the breadth of the relationship widened and it was okay.

A week would not make housework, work, bitter. Instead, since there are no longer people who actively take up their jobs, those in the Anything Store (Free Life) are more than free. For this reason, you spent the whole day sleeping with the crowd.

Three days pass and four days pass within the proper decoration of occasional visitors and dragon girls looking to take a nap together. By this time, Yumiel won't even be back for dinner.

I guess I enjoy living with Melissa for the rest of my life. This won't even have to worry about the eyes until the due date.

With such heights, Noble University began to grow more and more wings. During business hours, it is normal to sleep on a desk in the office. I shrunk my opening hours on my own, took plenty of lunch breaks, and ate whatever I liked for three meals.

Superior buying and eating, scattered all you want. The dwelling, which was kept clean by Yumiel, was littered and quickly soiled. Still, you thought you should clean it up before Yumiel returned. When that was less laborious, I convinced myself and justified myself for being stubborn. The lazy ones are superb here, too.

Nor should it have been the presence of more cohabitants recently. Rootoo didn't break his attitude without me, even as the residential part of his free life began to get dirty. Even when it comes to chaotic dragons, she's essentially a daughter raised by a lady. I was enjoying living alone with your college if I could leave it to the people who work downstairs, such as cleaning the room.

Really depraved, free life. The sloppy shopkeeper and his self-proclaimed fiancée, the dragon girl, had a laid-back day. But on the fifth day, things change dramatically.

First of all, I had a school job. This was a weekly contract, so I went out reluctantly. Because he was off the previous week, he demanded more intense training than usual, but that's about it. Noble Daisy went to work without complaining.

Next, I received a request for a nursery. No, I had a child when I got back from school, you'd be right to say. When your college returns late at night, a little boy about four years old, in a free-life office, is pulling Rootoo's hair.

When a child can't wait to be minced, your grandfather hastily pulls off, but he can't let go. In the end, until the child fell asleep, Guitar University continued to be in the mood for a chaotic dragon that would also destroy the city.

My mother came the next morning, and apparently, when she was busy working, Yumiel used to keep her. "Though sudden attendance, I can't believe they kept me all night," her mother said, bowing her head many times, but the routoo, who had her hair gripped all night, remained a fluke for a while.

And here we go, day six. I couldn't sleep much at night, so I took a bath, refreshed myself, and I thought maybe I'd go to bed in the morning, and Guitar tries to head upstairs. But the bell that tells the visitor rings and turns back to the office upstairs.

I forgot to turn the "in business" plate upside down - no, I left it to Yumiel, and Guitar Dai, who had even forgotten the existence of the plate, turned to the customer cursing his own detours.

"Sorry about earlier in the morning. I'd like to ask you to keep your books in order today."

On the desk in the office, a bunch of paper that is placed in a sleigh. If you ask me, my client, the hardware store owner, says he asks Yumiel to sort out the books every month. In general, they know physically how much revenue and expenditure they have, but do you think the documents you submit above must be filled in with a compiled number?

However, a master of craftsmen says he hasn't even been to a popular school lately and doesn't like adding and pulling numbers. I can handle it over time, but that's why I'm too busy working, and I can't even take the time. For this reason, it would have been greatly appreciated to have a store for anything nearby?

So long as they say no to the request, it's a break in the name of Free Life. Being attached to the name of Free Life, Noble University received the request without any particular thought.

He was in high school, even though he was on his way. Neither the level of education received nor the ability to calculate can be compared to the ordinary people of "Earth". Anyway, you taught Yumiel how to read and write. The tea boy was small, such as this degree of bookkeeping.

- If there's only one bookkeeping request, though.

"Hey, did you hear that? Takahiro, you're good at calculations, aren't you?

"Yummy said she was off, so she was hesitant to ask me. Look, this. Say hello by tomorrow night."

"No, it's always bad. Yes, this. This is for the month."

"Nice to meet you. I'll pick it up at about 18: 00."

Dsad, sad, sad! Usually on the precious desk of 'Just Put It Down', mountains and bunches of books and paper to be piled up. Unexpectedly left behind a noble man whose face caught on, and the clients left with a light foothold.

From there, your lonely battle began.

Inside the beginning, "Which, let me help you," Routou, fearful of a bunch of numbers filling his sight, fled early. Yumiel is still enjoying his vacation. I can't call one back, and I can feel one calling.

That's why I can't even ask someone I know for help. This is just a job undertaken by Free Life. Don't wrap your friends around your work, even you know it.

Therefore, you had to face the books alone. I had to clean up a group of books piled up with furious momentum, by the due date.

"Tomorrow night, eighteen o'clock," the clients say, is also the time for Yumiel to return. The time you are scheduled to return from Melissa's house to your free life. By then, Guitar needed to clear everything up.

"But, well, anyone can sort out books if they have the basics of arithmetic. Even with this amount, five... No, seriously, I can do it in about three hours."

Even so, you didn't really understand the gravity of the matter. He started cleaning the living room after work. The scattered garbage was gathered together, and what could be burned was burned in the fireplace, and the rooms and hallways were swept away with scissors. Besides, I'm worried about the little dirt, the beginning and end of the day I even start ragging.

He usually doesn't clean at all, but when he does, he seems to be of a nature (people) that I can't care less about if I do it thoroughly, and his free life was polished to shine until he reached the bathroom. So far, three hours have passed.

But we can still make it. If we work on it now, we can still finish it at our leisure. Time was still on your side, and the mountains of books were not your enemies.

But here you are, noble, just eating out. Leaving the house in peace, Guitar filled his belly with familiar popular cafeterias and gracefully drank his coffee at the destination coffee shop. Still, I didn't seem to forget the request, to the coffee shop master,

"How long does it take to sort out the books?

And I was asking anyway. And

"I'm the only one in this shop. I don't have the manpower, so I'm sorting it out for the holidays at the end of the month, but it'll take about three hours."

When I heard the answer, I made my complexion look terribly bad.

In a hurry, he turned back to the house, facing the mountains and the loaded books, noble. In my head, the word "three hours" earlier was a wooden spirit.

Three hours for five clients, fifteen hours. Current time, 14: 00 p.m. Till the time limit, twenty-eight hours left. Well, how many hours do you have?

"I'm fine. I still... I still have thirteen hours"

With all the outposts, your grandeur calculates the time remaining. I've had enough by the end of the day, and tomorrow, even if I can afford to clean up the remaining five hours, I can afford it at all. I can sleep, I can eat, I can take a bath. Having so decided, Guitar reached out to the top of the book, feeling vague and anxious.

And he saw, hell.

"That was some kind of torture..."

In the end, after working all night, Guitar laid his head on his desk and captured a well-written book with blurred vision.

"How dare you?"

Nothing could be more inconsistent than an unexpected without experience, and nothing could be more unsustainable than a work efficiency that ignored the fatigue of workers. It was a mistake in the first place to think that we could do fifteen hours of work in a row.

The more work you do, the more time and effort you need. Besides, it's never a simple addition or calculation. It is easy to imagine the snowflake, but the snow that can be cleaned up by scooping is also made into a hassle of missteps when it is 100 times or a thousand times. And that creates far more fatigue than what has made Scoop's sudden effort a hundred parts.

That's why your university hurt your body's savings all night long with books, notebooks, runs and glimmers of store owners.

Close your eyes and nod your face at the pillow you made with your arms together. Nobita didn't want to look at the books, even a little bit more.

"Yummy does this kind of work every day."

What you've done over the past few days is the work that Yumiel does on a daily basis. According to the mouthpiece of the shopkeepers who brought the books, by her absence, there are still regular customers who are hesitant to bring the job. Then Yumiel's struggle is definitely greater than what you felt.

But it's about Yumiel. I guess I manage my work properly and get requests on a schedule that I can undoubtedly do. I guess we're moving sparingly so that no problems arise.

Still, a lot of work remains the same. Well, you'd break plates, smash glasses, rip my pants under stress, I thought, Guido. I even felt guilty that this application for vacation was natural.

"When he gets back, we'll discuss it around there, for once"

Keeping his eyes closed, Guitar thinks of Yumiel. They always make delicious rice. They prepare dried futons and laundry. They boil the bath, they clean it. Besides, I do everything to the store. I finally realized that her burden was much more than you thought.

When Yumiel returns, shall I convey my thanks? But I'm a little embarrassed, so shall I show it in action? I'll take care of dinner today and the bath. I might as well make breakfast every day.

Your university thinks about various things with tiredness and a blurred head with a sense of accomplishment after work.

It's all about Yumiel. It's about a girl who does everything for herself.

I wonder what I can do for her. I wonder what I can give you back.

The fatigued nobles, still, just think about Yumiel -

"... Your husband is back now"

Rumors do not mean shadows, but from the front door of the office, a modest knock and Yumiel's voice were heard. Guitar, waking up his torso, called out, "Oops, welcome back," and tried to welcome a little maid in.

"... Your husband is back now"

But all I get back is my voice. Free life is also Yumiel's house. No way, just a few days away, there was no reason to behave differently, and you wondered.

"Hey, don't stay outside, come in."

"... excuse me. Your husband, for once, could you come outside?

"Huh?"

Maybe Melissa brought me a souvenir. Maybe 'Home Fixed Cross' pushed something noisy. With a similar experience, Guitar opened the front door of the office, sighing, with general anticipation.

Then there was Yumiel and Melissa...

"Oh, look, look, Takahiro! Yummy, it's already perfect!

"... rotate the baton with your right hand. Air sketch with your left hand. Carve a small rhythm with your shoulders and your feet take delightful steps. Plus, I spin flahoops at my hips and play melodies at my mouth"

"Wow! I can't believe you can do six things at a time. You seem totally used to your body. If you're unconscious, you can still be just as powerful as you want."

"... rullu"

Hard to name refers to things like this, you thought.

There are no words. I don't even know what to call them. You didn't even have the words to speak to them.

As he slowly moved his gaze, he saw Caorle and the walnut standing at the edge of the road. I guess I've been watching "Here" for longer than you. Poor thing, the two knees were shaking like a sick toddler.

Passengers are also frozen by unusual sights. And he that watched from afar returned to his sanity, and fled with his sleaze. The dog barked frightened, and the cat threatened his whole body with hair upside down.

Still, Yumiel won't stop. He continued to appeal to your greatness with infinite performance, as if to carve his existence into the world.

Looking at her like that, one thing came to mind in your head, that you could do to her. And he was convinced that it was definitely a name proposal, the only one of its kind.

Therefore, Your Highness gave Yumiel the words that came to his mind, as they were.

"Shall we go to the hospital?

The voice was gentle everywhere and ruthless everywhere.