How To Live In A Different World

Where am I? I'm Dare. I got a little confused and teased a classic gag.

Let's just calmly remember.

I was hungry, so I bought ice cream, lunch and tea at a convenience store near my apartment at night in an upper and lower suit.

He should have been walking down the road eating ice cream afterwards.

So, suddenly you get a strong light from behind and you say, "What is it?" And the moment I turned around, suddenly I was in the woods.

"Is this a dream?

If I put my cheek on it.

"Hey!

I walked straight through the woods right away for now.

The tip through the woods is a nice slope, with a small village beneath it, and people.

"Great!"

I went down the slope and into the village for now.

"Seriously?

Anyone who goes in front of you is Japanese, no matter what.

In other words, there are people who don't seem to be people.

That's a bit of a bad explanation.

To be precise, the torso is a person, but the head is mixed with the likes of a dog and a lizard.

Plus, I have no idea what you're talking about the worst.

It sounds like English, but there are words you can hear.

I graduated from the National University of Science, and quite a bit of English was supposed to be studying, but it's just a sound I've never heard.

... Let's be a little calm.

I mean, is this what this is all about?

You mean I was flown to another world?

"... in Ma Ji!?

In the meantime, I sat on a bench nearby and had some tea to eat the lunch I had in my hand to calm down.

I could calm down a bit when I was full.

Well, what should we do next?

In the meantime, clothes = OK food = OK living = NO, so for now, we need to make sure we have a place to storm.

Nevertheless, in these cases, if you want to speak up to a bad stranger, you're going to be quickly fooled, stripped off and enslaved.

In fact, in front of me, a slave-like man carrying wood, wearing an iron collar and a chained footprint.

So, what do we do?

In this case, it is safest to rub in God.

In the meantime, walking in the village looking for a building like a church, it was in the centre of the village.

When I go inside, someone dressed like Father is talking to someone dressed like Sister.

In the meantime, I went inside and gave an explanation, desperately in Japanese and an exaggerated gesture to someone like Father.

At first he looked surprised and listened, but suddenly he grabbed his arm for what he thought and was taken straight to the back of the building.

There, 10 children aged between 3 and 6 cleaned large rooms.

The priest has given him a piece of cloth to explain something, apparently telling him to clean with the child.

In the meantime, I nodded and mixed up with the kids and started cleaning the room.

Thereafter, the sister (dressed like this) approaches and explains something by gesturing.

Apparently it feels like I'm telling you to deal with the kids here, so yeah. I nodded, and I chuckled.

Surrounded by ten children, one high at a time, he was glad to be cackled, and both I and I were deceived.

My arms got tired right away, so now when I run around the room and run away, the kids come after me happily.

He sits up where the kids catch him, and now he plays by knocking him down like a prowler.

To be honest with ten people is very tiring.

But they are much lighter than they used to be.

It doesn't look very nutritious.

After playing with the kids like that for about three hours, Sister came back and pulled her arm and took her to the other room.

That's the kitchen, apparently telling me to help prepare dinner.

I'll cut the vegetables handed over there down to a size that's easy for kids to eat.

Sister looked at the knife and was a little surprised.

"Tong Tong Tong Tong Tong"

Cut ingredients in a comfortable rhythm.

Twenty-seven years old, self-catering since I was a student, and my part-time job as a student was a restaurant, it was easy for me to make 10 servings of meals, etc.

Sister puts the soup in a small plate and gives it to me.

It feels like giving it a taste, so I only taste salty when I drink it.

When I asked for seasoning by gesturing, he let me out for now.

For the likeness of miso were the likeness of soy sauce, salt and pepper, and sugar and sesame oil.

There is no question as to why it is only salty when there are so many seasonings, but for now I mixed sesame oil based on miso and soy sauce and diluted it with water and gradually mixed it in the soup to make it taste just right.

When I gave Sister a taste, she surprised me and gave me something like an OK signature.

When I took the soup and bread I had made to the room with the children earlier, the table was ready for a number of people, and the priest was there and we all had dinner.

When Sister and I finished washing the dishes we had eaten, they grabbed me by the arm and showed me to a small room. There was a thin futon on the hard bed.

In the meantime, I managed to secure a place for a rainstorm.

Suddenly he appeared and accepted the suspicious man, he fell asleep that day silently thanking the priest and Sister.