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

I was dreaming.

I was dreaming of a distant day.

There, I was just a high school student. He walked single-handedly in student bags through the streets that seemed to be everywhere in Japan.

Next door, he looked like his best friend. Lotus Kuramoto, a childhood friend, and Yusuke Ueshima, a junior high school student.

When I spoke to him that it had been a long time, he laughed that I would have seen him yesterday. Speaking of which, I laughed, too.

Ren was as handsome as ever, and Yusuke was Heavenly Pa glasses, as usual. And I was wearing blazer-type uniforms, not clothes like the characters in the game.

I said again, that's impossible. I laughed bitterly that falling into a world like virtual reality was not an urban legend.

They laughed and slapped me on the back. My best friends with their hands on their shoulders laughing that they can do well for you.

Relieved by that smile, I also started walking the school path, which was unusual.

I missed it. I was happy to be me that day and thought, 'Let's just say there was nothing' in my dreams. I forgot about "Earth" and wanted to be immersed in memories for a while.

What, you can just leave it like this. This is a dream. No matter what I don't do, the story will go on at will. Memories will be regenerated, as they will one day pass by.

The first hour of the day was classic, right?

That's right. Finally, it is also the date of submission of last week's homework.

Damn!? I forgot it perfectly... Len! Help Me!

Give it up, Precious. I've already given up.

Shut up, Yusuke!

In a blurry world, we walk through residential streets that last everywhere.

One day I'll keep walking with the Lens, listening to the words I hear.

Even though I knew it was a dream, I had something on my chest. Even though I knew it was an illusion, it's been a long time since I've seen you two.

There was a reunion with Ren after a breakup with the two of them from the transfer to "Earth". And I killed Ren and I, and he left somewhere.

I wonder where the hell you are. Live long enough, no contact whatsoever. I don't have a clue whether I'm going to go looking for it or not.

Especially Yusuke. Len's still in Earth means you're in this world, right? [Cole] Let's get you in. Tell me about what happened then and why Ren went crazy.

I try to ask Yusuke in my dreams, but my mouth just repeats crappy chatter. To go with that, Yusuke just laughs like an idiot too.

... naturally. This is my dream. What I don't know, I can't know. What I haven't been through doesn't show up here.

That's why the three of us stayed that day. It's memorable, it's us in high school.

What are we going to do when we ask them about Earth? Damn, I...

"Why?

Looking back at that voice, Ren was looking at me. It's not me in the dream. Watched me in my dreams.

My expression disappeared. From Ren's face, I felt like I was being seen.

"Why?

From behind, Yusuke's laugh as it was that day. But only Ren, look at me like you've never even seen me, and stare at me...

No, you're not. I've seen this face somewhere. Yeah, I've seen this face before.

This spring. You've been visiting me, Ren. Yumiel falls. A good man nestled in the wilderness. Moon night with splashes of blood and flesh. And breaking through my best friend's heart, mine...

"Why did you use your instant death skills?!

"Huh!!

I woke up to jump.

It was before dawn, my room was blurry and dim, and I could see the towel kettle slipping off at the edge of my sight.

It's almost August, but I'm finally cold. Inhaling the gushing sweat, the T-shirts and trunks instead of sleeping rolls were soaking wet.

Is the body shaking fine because of the out-of-season cold? Or is it because of the feeling of a clear revival? Especially then, his right hand, which was holding the knife, was shaking like a dust when he shrugged.

"Damn... what a dream"

Hold your right hand tight with your still better left hand, and I'll leave the room with every soggy wet clothes. Then he opens the washroom door next to the stairs leading to the first and third floors, and strips off his shiatsu heavy clothes.

Turn on the magic prop that does not turn on the lights and warms the water. Then, fluttering into the bathroom, he made sure he fell and left his body in the hot tub.

Wait a while, twist the faucet and a little hot water will fall into the hot tub. Looking at it blurry, I remember the dream I had earlier.

I left it to anger to activate [cardiac piercing]. As a result, Ren is dead. My childhood tame became a particle of magic vegetables and vanished in the wind.

Yes, I killed Ren. My hands, my eyes, do remember Ren's death.

That makes my body tremble. A feeling of helpless loss sometimes springs up from the back of my mind. Every time, I had my thoughts on people's deaths.

Sword and Magic World (Earth). In this world, people are routinely attacked and killed by demons.

No, it's not just demons. Even the same people kill people. To satisfy desires, to take away other people's money and magic vegetables, people kill people easily.

As an adventurer, I've seen a lot of those deaths. That's what I saw over and over again, even a miserable corpse that I couldn't bear to look directly at.

In particular, insecure central regions had people rolling on the side of the road like garbage. That alone put naïve Yusuke back what he had eaten.

As such, in a world where death was the norm compared to Japan, I had never been heartbroken. Even if I ever thought, "You poor thing," I never wept at people's deaths, and I never remembered a sense of loss.

Because they are others. If I told you, it was' unrelated people ', so they never affected me.

Sometimes I was surprised by the body. Sometimes I trembled at an invisible killer. But I cut it to the demon opponent for two years. When I was running a business, I got used to it.

I think I was brittle with my best friend's death, too. Just one human being died, tears poured out, and he said, "Don't die, don't die." Now, if Ren hadn't come back to life, I wouldn't have had as much of a nightmare.

Humans are unsolicited. If you mourn your loved ones even though you can keep a cool face no matter how many irrelevant people die, mourn not to mention mourn.

"They're both the same 'death'."

Looking out the window that started to light up, I washed my face with hot water full of hot tubs.

My right hand is not shaking anymore. With the signs of the night, that sense of loss has gone somewhere.

Is this speed of recovery also due to human selfishness? I don't know, but there's only one thing I know.

"A morning bath is a breeze. Which, the future wife will flush her back."

"... I'll leave the chair here"

My cohabitants don't mind the annoying mood here.

"Let it soak in seriousness for a moment..."

The Lori Dragon Man, who hid her body with a single towel, and the maid who lines up the chairs and bath buckets she dried on the bathroom floor.

What the hell do these guys want from me? At least, I'm pretty sure it's not serial.

"Ooh, that's an exceptional summer morning bath! It feels good..."

"... should I take it off too?

This obvious colour. Could this be a service scene?

I feel kind of a juvenile magazine obsession when I turn my pussy ass around and look at the looooooo coming into the hot tub and Yumiel, who mostly starts to take off her maid's clothes.

But I don't want it! What colour do you have in the morning? I would like to think that Sayama-san's Nobita-kun is feeling better because it's morning.

"Huh... Not at all, if you come with those guys"

Me taking a breath, kicking out the Lori kids interrupting the man's quiet moments.

Thanks to you, I've been seriously thinking about "About Death" and "Loss Sense" and making myself look like an idiot.

What comes to mind instead is how to teach those guys whose offense has been getting more intense lately. Anyway, I was preached about the beauty of love and relationships between men and women around Yvetta, the succubus, and I guess I'm temporarily curious about that... Well, what's the matter?

As I lay on my back, I sink into the hot tub. Still, I knew the thought wasn't for me, and the good idea never came to mind.

Later on, I guess it was the one called Synchronicity.

Whether I dreamed of it or thought about the death of someone close to me, I was implying something later.

Yes, an event called Goldie's death. And by the death of one dog, I was implying... that I was crying about a girl.