Hello National Free Life Fans!
I'm Goldie. I'm Animal Beauty Goldy-Bright, sister of Bright Orphanage, reincarnated whisperer dog beast man!
No, it's been hot lately, isn't it? Tagged with a bright red sun that twinkles and a damp, raw, warm sea breeze, it's sauna-like humidity and heat.
Merchants from the hinterland hate the high humidity of the Grand Feria in the middle of summer, among other things. I sweat like a waterfall, if the sweat I shed won't dry for long, I'll keep drinking cold tea and wheat liquor at the bottom while wiping my neck with a hemp towel.
And to the point where I get my stomach down, it's the same flow as usual.
You can't have Mr. Ningen. My stomach and intestines are poor. Wow like this, you should have enough iron stomac to be pinching even eating what's falling around there.
Even though he insulted me, for example, it was me, Gordie-Bright, who forgot that I was reincarnated into people's bodies and ate moldy cheese and broke my stomach. Unlike blue cheese, I thought not to pull the yarn oddly enough, but I can't believe the midsummer mold cheese makes my stomach that itai itai......
I'm usually the one who takes care of the orphanage kids, but all this time I asked the dean and the kids to take care of me, wrapped them in sheets and roared yeah yeah.
No, it was difficult then... but too bad. Because of this, the Dean said you hired me to be the 'nanny' NEW Goldie, and now you're not in the opposite position!
Bright orphanage, which is never wealthy because it embraces orphans to the limits of its budget. We can't afford to be hiring extra people here.
Accepting me as a new employee when I became Ningen seemed fine, impossible. I know the Dean is making wound pills for sale at night.
Dean - Sister Rudos is a sweet man, so I won't be slacking him because he's useless. About a year ago, even when I was being harassed by Michelotti, the junior district administrator, the first thing I reduced was my rice.
It's painful to bother you because you're such a sweet dean! Ideally speaking, I want her to leave anything to me to be a hyper nanny who can be seen all the time looking after the kids.
What a sickness! What's with the mold cheese! I have a burning wolf soul! I have the instinct to do my loyalty and lean on people!
If you have this wondrous soul, you can afford to help with chores and childcare.
Having said that, I took a big basket in both hands and went out to catch you to the big market in the Intermediate Zone.
Aim, get a service time! Today's eyeballs are chopped bacon!
"Bacon, bacon, bacon ♪ I'm still a wheat porridge today, bacon ♪"
Me singing my nose and going down the boulevard in the intermediate district. Is the wind blowing toward the sea today, the city is not stifling enough to be uncomfortable, and the teasing blue sky seems very refreshing.
I also like the entrance clouds as if they were looking down in arms from the distant sky, the big rain he bothers to make it fall, and the cool winds blowing in the rain, but I still love sunny weather like today!
Nature and mind come to mind when you look at the glittering sun and the summer sky that feels wider than in other seasons. Is this also a remnant of when you were a dog? Wild instincts are still smoking in me... no, well, I was a dog.
Either way, summer is a heart-pounding season for me. When the sun gets hot, so does my mind and body. My legs bounced lightly everywhere, also helping the miracle reincarnation make me a young, perfect body from an old body that died sluggishly in its lifespan.
"Hello Florist!
"Oh, the orphanage. Yes, hello."
Hello, grocery store.
"Hey, Goldie. Hello."
"Hello White Powder Shop"
"And we are powder inquirers! I am a powder inquirer!
A white powder shop who starts a powder inquirer appeal by raising his voice to an officer who leaned down the street.
After all, summer is good. Everyone and he are all well, as if to blow out the harsh heat at times!
...... and I just want to say that, in fact, it may not have been the case for a few days. It's just awesome, but someone holding their buttocks and lips and relaxing is sleeping on a park bench or something.
Half a day from day to night, a strange day no one remembers. A few days after that day, they remember the incident that sooner or later became known as' Green Fog Day '.
But whoever hears, the people with the flimsy faces just hold their mouths and shake their necks sideways. Without remembering "Green Fog Day," we can't find words of comfort for those who hold their butts down and get depressed, besides saying "I guess I saw something so horrible," or "It's an outburst of new skills," so varied speculation.
Um, really, what happened? Hopefully one day a snuggly person who is said to have not a thousand people in the 100,000 city of Gran Feria will tell the truth.
"Is that it? This smell..."
I was walking around thinking "Green Fog Day," and as I passed by the Civil Park in the Intermediate District, my hypernose caught a familiar smell.
Not less than the dog's, the super olfactory sensation of a dog beast man. Just the smell of your body, the sense of smell that you can refer to last night's dinner menu gives me a lot more information than sight or hearing.
Aromatic on the wind, this smell - like a damp towel, like flour, hard to say smell -.
"All the time, Mr. Takahiro!
Brain Goldie judges have put up a bill for the right answer in unison. This smell, first of all, is definitely Mr. Takahiro.
I live in the intermediate district, my brother in the shop for anything. Nice Guy who is a little bit and is always peed on by his maids, but is actually very dependable. Nadepo Master that tickles the young love heart of the walnut and so does my stomach and chin!
It's just fine because I haven't even had a chance to talk to you slowly since I became a person. I'm on my way to grab you, but for one thing, would you like to talk to the public? And you can rub it behind your ear like before.
Everyone hasn't touched me since I was in Ningen. To a serious lack of skin, Goldie, an Emergency-Call is being issued!
Come on, Mr. Takahiro! You've given me enough!
"Khun, kun, kun. To this sweet nose, Takahiro, Mashigu... et al?
There was Mr. Takahiro, who collapsed into a quail, on the lawn of a civic park that jumped in momentum.
"Duh, what's wrong? Are you ill? Are you hungry, Itai, Itai?
He threw the basket and I rushed over to Mr. Takahiro.
And I woke Mr. Takahiro up and tried to shake him a few times...... his body had no power at all, and it came as though it were done, and he was shaking his neck and arms. What if the body!? So I thought to make sure, there were heart sounds, pulses, fine, but also proper breathing.
In the first place, it doesn't smell like you have a major illness, nor does it smell like you have a physical or mental illness. At least, you don't smell life-threatening.
"Mr. Takahiro, what's wrong?
When I let go, Mr. Takahiro collapsed like a dry object and stopped moving.
Of course, I haven't heard back. In the same position I had when I first saw him, Mr. Takahiro was snugly lying down on the lawn. That said, from where you haven't held your mouth or butt down, it seems like something is different from the neat people in the city.
Hmmm...... maybe, are you tired? As much as you say "tired, tired" without anything, so if you finish a big job, you can also think enough that this will happen.
"And then it's my turn here,"
I have previously heard Animal Therapy words from a college student, Eru. Does contact with animals allow Ningen to heal the hearts and minds that stood sawdust and restore a healthy spirit?
Think of it, I remember calling on Takahiro, who looked tired a few times, with all the walnuts. Considering that's what that was all about, exhausted ningen is instinctively something that seeks animals and beasts, even if they don't know about theory, reason, etc.
"I mean, I'm the only one who can heal Mr. Takahiro," he said.
The walnut is working at the Mampu pavilion. I know a lot of people who are familiar with Wako. If I can't get Animal Therapy in Ningen, it still means I'm the only one here.
"Well, hurry up, Pepper ~"
Pepper on the ears and cheeks of Mr. Takahiro the Ugly.
Miss! Mr. Takahiro is unresponsive!
"Is that it, Mr. Takahiro?
Put on a knee pillow and put your nose and eyes on.
Miss! Mr. Takahiro has a vain eye!
"Oh, that? Takahiro."
Peel your mouth and forehead.
Miss! Mr. Takahiro tasted salty!
"We've run out of measures..."
I feel like an unspeakable defeat, and I get on my knees.
Isn't it like being branded an animal disqualification to not be able to heal a tired person? You can't even get mad in Takahiro's eyes, or you're a 0% healing waste!
"Yes, no, not yet! I still have my hands!
If this happens, on your own, not if you're so committed.
I will call for a powerful helper. We will have more faces than any more!
Wait, Mr. Takahiro! I'm sure I'll try to heal your fatigue!