I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

Oh, my God.

That was his honest sentiment in this situation.

If anyone who's been missing for about two years suddenly returns,

I had assumed with him that any of this would happen.

However, after being too sudden, the situation is too mysterious to deal with.

When he returned from Farandia, he was surrounded by the likes of the militia.

The captured boy had been thrown into an inorganic room with about ten tatami without windows.

─ ─ How the hell did that happen?!?

"... boy, can you please say something?

It's a simple built desk in the center of it, facing the boy.

He's a man in his thirties or so, and this is his fifth total questioning, but the boy answers nothing.

………………

A forged flesh wearing a uniform with something like a class chapter.

I'm assuming he's a self-defense officer from them, but he doesn't have a name.

It's called being a tough guy, but you don't feel intimidated.

For one thing, it's probably because there's no roughness in that way of talking.

"Eh, Captain Kayama looks like this, but don't worry, he's not a scary person"

He - a woman standing next to a man called Kayama - continues her words in a soft tone.

A woman with a young face with dark hair cut short with her shoulders, but she doesn't feel young.

A woman in her late twenties, but so small that I don't think she's into these kinds of jobs.

But without its futility, the calm tone and the lack of backward alarm,

The boy felt like he had quite the strength as well as Kayama.

However, it is difficult to make your bare hands incapacitated without hurting you.

"Hey, Sakamori!

Is that what you want me to say when you're scared of my face and this guy shuts up!?

"Hey, hey, for the first time, that face of a lieutenant...

Please stop calling me your maiden name.

How many years do you think I've been married?

"Shit, I'm sorry. On the bad side!

Besides, I don't know if I can change my mind now. It stinks. "

A man with a bitter smiling woman and a grumpy tongue.

But I didn't feel bad about the interactions I was used to feeling trusted.

I can't frame people before then. I can smell the race pulling the poverty lottery.

It's like having this conversation in front of someone in an interview room.

Or maybe it's the boy's intention to relax his nervousness and vigilance.

But those are only unsubstantiated considerations.

Farandia would not believe that on Earth anyway.

Not to mention he doesn't know exactly where and by whom and how he's caught.

I couldn't give you my information for whatever it is in that state.

……………

That's why I stained my face over there until I got back home.

It is plain sad to be featherless with no emotions to show.

This doesn't matter what's inside, even if they wield violence, their expression doesn't change.

It was part of the process of erasing the signs, but it was also a technique of being completely silent in the investigation.

"Haha, no, is that it?

... why don't you just tell me why you keep your mouth shut?

While standing, his gaze peeks into his face as he matches the boy sitting.

The troubled face makes the boy feel like he's doing something wrong.

Things will probably turn out better on this occasion if you honestly ask a lot.

But it gives them information that they don't know anything about it.

In that case, Kayama's first words, which came into the interview room, would be the problem.

'What, are you really Japanese? Then I don't need an explanation. Where are you?

I mean, I know their existence and why the boy was caught. Natural information.

There is also a strong atmosphere that you will know that they did not name their affiliation or position.

That's why the confession of not knowing becomes a factor that later brings in troublesome things.

I wasn't attracting all the trouble in Farandia to Dada.

He's a boy twice as sensitive to the signs of such things.

Though I almost cried at the fact.

What the hell happened over here in two years when he wasn't here?

I even bothered to move to a secluded location to find out about them.

He didn't set a destination for anything to leave the city all of a sudden.

We don't have enough information from Farandia's side on the exact transfer coordinates on this side.

It was complemented by setting the concept of "unpopular, forest, non-contact".

Safe. After it succeeds. Is this the world to return to for him (...)?

It was planned to investigate it carefully to make sure.

Move around hiding things from different worlds that seem problematic when you bring them into people's homes.

I saw artificial lights as far as I could see, though at night, so I went there and the national highway.

It was that raid of theirs where we thought we could go somewhere if we went down the road.

It's a good place to lose control if you think back now about how to deal with it. Full of diminishing points and below red dots.

My heart shivered unconsciously at the presence of nostalgic "automobiles," "Japanese," and "Japanese,"

The response was doubly triply delayed and caught without being able to resist the circumstance decision.

And he was sent to an interview room in some facility, and it's going to happen now.

- I don't know.

"............... I wonder why you don't talk.

Sure, you have the right to remain silent, but in this case, there's nothing you can do about it.

Don't be mean, kid. Did you get scared?

"Hey, why don't you just tell me why you keep quiet?

I think I can help you if you have trouble or anxiety.

We have a lot of authority, don't we?

Tear glands are likely to loosen to heartfelt care mixed with each word.

I was wondering if that's the first time in two years that I've been treated like a child of my age.

What they've been visiting first. I can't wipe my anxiety away from the sin that caught me in the first place.

♪ I don't know where you're from ♪

♪ I don't know how you got here ♪

“Why have you traveled illegally across the world (...)”

What they want to hear is finally on these three points,

The former two are decidedly strange at the end anyway.

to Earth when he was there. Such technology should still have been a product of fantasy.

I don't think the law will be enacted after only two years of practical application there.

"Let's talk hungry now. You are Japanese no matter what you think.

Sounds like you understand our language without a translator.

So there's nothing but a regular route for you to go that way.

The same way to come back with that is normal. And yet why did you return illegally?

I'm sorry, but I just think you've been running away from something over there, haven't you?

"One lieutenant, that's the way to put it!

A female officer sheltered me, but his last point is plain.

You just attacked the demon king over there, and you took his fortune and ran away.

The most problematic way to talk, however, was as if crossing the world was the norm.

I doubt it's possible that I've come to 'similar but different world' by mistake.

It's a pretty unlikely story given the structure and mechanism of the surgical formula for dimensional metastasis.

I feel so uncomfortable that somehow I can't help but think about the possibility.

But as things stand, there is no way to be sure of that. It's easy to get out of here. But,

If this is really his home world, he's already seen his face.

The abusive means will later annoy the family.

…………

It is also time to remain silent. Sticking any more is counterproductive.

I don't even want to trust these two to be able to trust me (...) Kane tells me,

Do they belong to an organization, boss, or other colleagues who are trustworthy?

If you're enough to gamble like that, you should have a conversation with them and pull the information out.

Until then, when it comes to stranded rat bitterness.

"... ask a question, okay?

It was a terribly calm and unchallenged voice that came out of my open mouth thinking that way.

I did a great job over there with my habits. I was speaking out when I interrogated you.

I didn't think it would be a good idea, but it is a later festival.

"Question if you think we finally talked. You didn't answer my question."

"Lieutenant! So, what do you want to hear?

It just didn't seem unnatural there.

of female officers, who shrug their shoulders if they have no choice but to complain.

A boy with an inner appeasement for his attitude, but he doesn't know his original voice, so it's a natural story.

He was so perplexed that he didn't realize it, he asks a difficult question just now.

"What year, what month and what day is it?

"What?"

It's actually a lot of meaningless questions when it comes to what that means.

If you're talking about it, the two years he was in Farandia are about feeling.

It seems that there is actually only a slight error because that would be about it.

He got lost in the other world just before the start of GW at the end of April 2014.

Normally, then, it would now be roughly around 2016.

I was actually going to fix the error while I was asking for the date.

I can't ask questions that are not always important information but suddenly form the core of my doubts.

Besides, there was the idea that even to this extent, they would answer without question.

So,

The boy's head turned bright white in an instant in the unexpected words he returned.

It's April 2nd, 2022.

".....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Whoa!?" "Yikes!?

After a long time open, the boy who returned to me stood up trying to tap his desk screaming.

It's impossible. Even if there is some error, there is no reason to make two and eight years wrong.

I wasn't counting the days fine with him, but Farandia was also 24 hours a day.

I could have tolerated it with him up to six months plus or minus, but I couldn't believe the difference.

Because what he did was dimensional metastasis, not time travel.

"Eh, proof! Don't you have any proof! Proof that this year is really 2022!

Until then the silence was asking in a tone as strong as a lie.

But from the back of his head, a sober voice flattered himself.

From their point of view, there is no point in deceiving an unidentified boy by date.

Still, he couldn't easily tolerate the passage of those years.

In two and eight years the meaning is too different for the time elapsed.

"You see that on my phone, too? It also shows the date, you see.

What's the point of lying about that? "

Kayama opens her phone like she was rather confused by that rush.

The LCD screen displayed after the opening sound of the nostalgic galaxy is 2022/04/02.

"If you're anxious because it's only Captain Kayama, look at my Fosta."

The female officer, known as the maiden name Samori, shows the terminal lightly about that.

It's like a big watch. It projected footage into the space just because she touched it.

"Become!?

A boy who gave a strong voice of surprise to it.

However, it was not for advanced technology that reflected the video into space.

The projected footage was only more shocking to this boy than anyone else in the world.

"Ho."

"Oh, wrong!!

- Somebody tell me I'm lost in a parallel world!

I hoped so truthfully that I would praise him for not actually saying it.

He said it shouldn't be here. It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie. It's a lie. and.

I assure you that the calm part of the head of what the mind screams so is true.

The dimensional metastases he made utilized the factors of this world that he himself had to metastasize.

Even if there were parallel worlds that were very similar, the factors could not be the same.

So he says this is definitely the world where he was born and raised to be thirteen.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I made a mistake. This way!

"Ha, that's bad. This guy still feels like he's newlywed.

He makes me look like a husband and a baby in a waiting list. "

"Don't make fun of me, lieutenant! I'm sorry. It's really this way."

I showed her the date even though it turned bright red on teasing from my boss.

But the boy lowered his back like he had done everything he could without seeing it properly.

It sounds like something breaks in him when he says it's a fun and happy topic.

The footage shown by her mysterious device shows a picture of a baby held by an adult man.

I can deduce from the course of the conversation that it is the child who is holding this third lieutenant's husband.

A father (husband) with a smile and a loving child. A mother (wife) waiting for it.

No way. It's a picture of a sight like a symbol of happiness.

Boys can smile if they're normal too. In every world, babies are adorable.

The healing effect of the sight of adoring it is immense and he is the person who is inherently fond of them.

But now it was making him feel hopeless by the time it was cursory.

- What's going on?

Why have you been here eight years?

How did this happen?

Why did I come back?

Why, I am!!

What the hell, for!?

What the hell is this...?

"--Wha!!

I squeeze my hair while desperately suppressing the sound of a non-voiceable scream.

I don't know why. I don't understand. I don't want to understand that I can guess.

'Cause even so.

"Oh no... Shinichi, huh?

"Huh!?

It's been a long time since I've been called by name with the correct pronunciation, and somehow my face caught on.

I couldn't stay faceless anymore. Too much shock went on.

I guess she received that reaction as an affirmation. Laughing happily as the flowers blossomed.

"Oh, I knew it!

I didn't realize you had long hair, but you believe me!

"Hey, do you know him?

"Oh, yeah, it's the first time we've met each other... oh!?

Ugh, shit, uh, you know, Shinichi-kun, that picture you just took... eh, that!

What do you mean, the ooh... Eh... ahhh!!??

And realizing what it really meant, she had to hesitate.

There are no decent words out there and I am confused by repeated shouts and calls of unintelligible meaning.

Probably stuck with the passage of the eight years of the month in the worst order.

The boy knew from the paleness of his face that his feelings were in his hands.

Instead, I get calm. Calm down, I just had to be.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Instead, I felt bad about this one and didn't put it into words, but I apologize with my heart.

She may have been a dodge, but clearly, there's no downfall.

I was just terribly unlucky to patrol. Just the boy, though.

Yes, it was. I remember. And I laugh inside out.

That I used to be on my back every time I did something for a long time.

Even if you think it's good and you act on it with a lot of thought, your back. Back eyes.

I have often been scolded for buying unhappiness, or at a bad time to get them in trouble.

How dumb of you to have forgotten that only this time.

"Sasamori? Hey, what do you mean?

Kayama turns her gaze to the boy, who has not followed only one story.

She is still confused, confused and unable to get meaningful words out of her mouth.

"Just tell me one more thing before you answer that.

Her... official current name... "

Is that the last confirmation? An indelible pale hope?

What did you see in the face of a boy who was even sad, unlike the faceless look he had just had?

I didn't pinch words for the question. He just mouthed the answer.

"... Nakamura Hiroko."

It's a surname that's supposed to be everywhere. It's already conclusive.

And with a self-derisive grin, the boy also named him again.

"... my name is Shinichi Nakamura"

"Is... Nakamura?

This is the state when I finally get back with my thoughts. Same mistake in choice.

All sorts of things I was serious about until earlier suddenly seemed ridiculous.

"of the Third Lieutenant there...... I wonder if he's going to be my stepson, maybe"

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

After a moment of blankness if told with a dry laugh.

The boy groans "Hey," in a loud scream that echoes the interview room.

Everyone will be able to only be surprised by this anymore.

If I thought it was two years, I'd have eight years.

A photograph of a woman with no name, no face, with her own father.

Because there were half-brothers that I hadn't even imagined.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha... hey what is this?

I just have to laugh, hahahahahahahahaha...... "

─ ─ ─ It doesn't matter anymore YEAH YEAH!!!

The boy gave up all his thoughts as he extended his dry laughter.