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

The morning of the boy ─ Nakamura Singh ich begins with a wake-up at seven o'clock on the surface.

In fact, he left the room with the same M.O. as the first day of his transfer and continued to investigate cities and schools,

Sleep is short because I do research on the network through Fosta.

It's the only way you can totally fool the lookout you're sticking with him and move around whatever you want.

It makes me think I'm in my room, only because of the time between moving nights and mornings.

Thanks to this, I have the information I want in the school and in the city in the last few days.

As a result, it became difficult for me to spend time as a student.

"I'll have it!

"Cuy."

Breakfast in the dorm dining room with black student clothes that will make one stand out as usual.

The menu doesn't go bulimic like the first or second day with just a grilled salmon set meal (with natto).

That's a diet I've calculated to run out of last month and now it's just within the exemption.

It is nevertheless gratifying to be able to eat some determined diet in a balanced manner every day.

That's all it's worth coming to school for, given the precarious eating conditions on the journey.

Not to mention.

"Ugh, shit, they're coming up again!

The more you chew, the flavor, uhh, I've been waiting for this!

He wanted this flavor so much that he would cry every time just a bite of white rice without any weird philosophy.

They tear me up at the miracle that white rice only progresses due to the sweetness and flavour characteristic of white rice.

Something I was accustomed to at first seeing with strange eyes that separated my surroundings from the reactions specific to the returnees.

"Welcome!

"Cui!"

And I finished my breakfast with a grin that I was satisfied today. They

I walk towards my classroom when I head to the school building with that leg.

A different student only sees those who wonder about the difference in his uniform.

There is nothing unusual or frightening about it.

Even though it hasn't been a week since the night of the bomb attack.

"You're tough."

"Cucui?"

“Isn't it just not a feeling of crisis?" But I laugh bitterly at the voice I've said.

It was such a bomb attack that there were definitely casualties if I made a mistake.

The majority of students have no frightening or noisy appearance, and the city dwellers remain the same.

Although some information was kept secret, explosions of that magnitude could not be concealed.

Despite the fact that terrorism itself has been known throughout the city,

I am somewhat prepared when I come to this city and school. Speaking of,

It sounds good, but it's because of the work of the security department, which hasn't caused any food and human damage on the water.

So there is a verse where the inhabitants of this city look lightly at the threat of terrorism in a true sense.

It is also a factor that there is another easily understandable threat of the beast of light in front of us.

But those are not things he should be involved in in the first place.

I'm going to pay for more firepowder than I live here.

However, it is also certain that the sheriff's department and student council here are fundamentally excellent.

The incident the first night was made more difficult by his involvement.

There's no point in being on the front line because I've already grasped their network.

Above all, a more difficult opponent awaits him at this school.

I have to deal with him now. I can't have extra thought.

"... let's do our best..."

"Cucui!"

Encourage yourself by holding your arms small in his seat in the classroom.

She's on her shoulder. She rings to encourage, too.

As if it were a signal, the enemy came into the classroom.

"Tobe agaro chillerore ten......?

"No, no! I don't know how to read it.

That would mean “I'll take your hardware”!?

"Yes!?

“Put your fruit on me." Translate this sentence into Garest.

He is so exposed to a sense of defeat that there is no more in advance of such a problem.

The first time I stood in front of Shinichi class (Teki) was in Garest.

A class that learns the language of the world called Garest. Although there is a translator,

It is also more convenient to be able to read, write, and converse with vegetables without using it.

The fact that they don't have a translator or themselves is by no means a rare story.

It's just that this class was quite a doorway for him.

To a man who originally didn't like to learn a foreign language and even underrated it in his first year of middle school English.

The language of a completely different world is too difficult in the first place.

Yet another anxiety is that he is a returnee from another world.

It's because he's too accustomed to Farandian in another world.

And the languages of these two worlds are often similar pronunciations and words.

Some things are the same to the point of meaning and vice versa. There are even very different things of meaning that are difficult to discern.

The shapes of the letters are also subtly similar, but they were confusing because they read as if they were different.

If he wore Farandian by reasonable means, he might have managed.

The acquisition process involves the planting of compulsory knowledge after having managed to learn one word on its own.

It was an instant and fluent means of getting close to such an irregularity.

Reverse effect in front of languages that are now available to use Farandian but similar to non-.

I get confused backwards because I can read halfway through it, and I can't remember again.

The level of skill he is good at is of no use in terms of study.

"You studied too much on your own. Forget it once."

"haha......"

I laughed bitterly at the plain and accurate point that if I could do that, I wouldn't struggle.

Only a few of them are typical Japanese, but he still worked hard seriously.

But incomprehensible language flying classes are lullabies for him for lack of sleep.

About twenty minutes after the start, Sin Yichi was sinking his face on his desk and resting freshly.

Normally, that's where the teacher's reprimand flies, but the creature in his head is the problem.

No one can get near me because every time I try to wake you up, you intimidate me so hard.

Her care for not having enough sleep than engaging in what she doesn't understand.

Or let's just call it the fall of Sinichi, who couldn't assume it.

Eventually he keeps sleeping until class is over and mistakenly admits that sleeping won't wake him up.

He made a mistake and decided early to abandon the Garest class.

And as a result of taking classes at this school for a few days, he truncated earlier than this.

Although the causes were subtly different from each other.

First of all, the society of Garest. Today's content is geography.

He was given it here, too. He didn't make a mistake this time.

My teachers and classmates make me look surprised.

"How do you know where you haven't even done it yet?

"Huh!?

That was a teacher joke. Trying to relieve tension among transfer students who don't know about class progression or anything like that.

But the normal issue and the received Sinichi answered honestly as a fool with knowledge.

If this was information that was out in the public, there was no problem. It's just a preview.

But what we teach in this school is knowledge and information that doesn't go out to the public.

I was deluded that I had read and fished the scene in the library, but I could have been concerned.

Then the geography and history of Garest is already in my head because I've finished looking into it.

Unlike language, history remembers currents and events, and geography remembers location and characteristics.

It is also necessary to examine the past (beauty) in order to continue the journey and explore ways of returning.

You also need to quantify in the field how far the information planted on you is correct.

So Sin Yichi had no bitterness in remembering them.

I guess it also affected that I was originally good at those subjects. But.

Pretending not to know that according to class progression doesn't work at all.

He didn't learn in class. Just read it from the school host computer.

How far does the class go and how far do I learn, and how far do I know?

I didn't feel the need to take classes properly until I made such fine adjustments. He

Social class was to be truncated, just like Garest language.

This is how I remembered first. Many classes have been abandoned to hide it.

at school, including those with limited skills and he can't use them.

The published ones have an approximate picture of all the effects and energy consumption.

If limited to combat, his high level of skill has an effect on memory as well.

I remembered earlier assuming it was hostile to that user, but it was a negative effect in class.

Skills classes came to the same conclusion as social systems.

"─ That's why. Transfer student, do you understand?

"Oh, uh... speak in Japanese..."

And it was too advanced when it came to Photon's energy engineering and garest technology.

It's equal to an encounter with the unknown to a boy who flowed into another world when he was just two years old in middle school.

It was basic learning in a field that was preliminary and unprofessional in Garest.

I'm not talking understandable to a human being who hasn't learned the laws of inertia or the laws of Ohm.

It was his limit point to remember heavily how arming and exoskeleton worked.

"Whoa, ha, yay, what's up Nakamura! This is the difference between D and C!

"Oh, yes, yeah, isn't that amazing?

And the only thing I ever cared about and wanted from the start was combat related classes.

A class that teaches you how to use the exoskeleton (power suit) and how to fight it in the practice of your skills. Classification is physical education.

It's not like I have a desk, so I can't fall asleep and delude myself more than attend.

It was also noted that I knew that I had been caught using my skills on the first day.

However, the first exposure there was the difficulty of concealing strength.

It's also basic to be flabbergasted by the fact that I'm a freshman in class D.

Simple exoskeletons are distributed to all Fosta, but few classes use them.

Exercise in a well-reasoned manual for increased status.

And getting used to skills and working with classmates is fundamental.

He was the most struggling (...) of them all.

Just fight back lightly and your opponent will beat you up for a long time.

The fact that it was not bitter but not bitter at the same time was a problem and he was struggling.

It can also be described as the harm of fighting too many strong men in Farandia.

There was no reason to hide your strength over there, so I wouldn't kill you. I don't care what you do.

My classmate was too brittle after I'd never thought of reducing my opponent.

It's strange to suppress the flesh that seems to strike back unexpectedly but too irresistible.

This isn't the first time I've ever acted "This one's struggling and desperately resisting.”

He made it easy for the amateur to do it by talking about how powerful they were.

I have enough concentration to thread the needle with one hand just to move my fingers a little, if you like.

Doing it in a classroom manner was an act that drained the spirit in vain.

Depleting the mind with an infiltration that probably means psychotherapy is the end of the line.

As a result, in a few days he will be choosing a savory named Tour.

My classmate has been blatantly abusive, but he hasn't heard more about it than he did before. Wind on Willow for him.

The act was silenced because Freele, the teacher in charge, did not say anything.

He decided not to attend Garest-related classes in this way.

It was an early decision because I was totally unwilling to learn at school from the start.

Conversely, there is something I was willing to study with strong interest from the beginning.

"This is all I remember, this is all I do to be crowded!

So if you go to sleep...... use an electric shock or whatever to wake me up!

"Cu, cu!

The main five subjects were the classes I took when I nodded back to her who nodded confused but found out.

I mean Mandarin, Math, Science, Society, English. This is all I'm willing to study hard.

But don't forget. He got lost in another world shortly after he was in junior high.

Naturally, I am not even satisfied with learning in middle school.

Can such a boy fly a leg and study at the high school level, etc.?

"What do you know about one thing?

"Cu! Cu!

After a series of classes, Shinichi was stunned with scattered results.

desperately comforting as she panicked on her shoulders, but her expression remains solidified.

Mathematics and English in subjects he wasn't good at originally are worse.

The level that Mandarin, which was average, was quite, except for ancient texts.

In a society where I was good at it, the excellence was about Japanese history. Other than that, I forgot.

I don't understand what Garrett's technical class is all about in science.

Besides, the main course of this school is Garest-related classes, and the five subjects are close.

Classes are running out due to low class time and I can't chase my understanding extra.

Because it is closer to reviewing other students who have studied them more thoroughly than before

I don't have a problem with that number of hours and class speed, but he's desperate to catch up.

And it was a watery resistance to the burning stone.

"No way, I didn't think studying was such a hassle..."

It was the moment when a boy who did not give in to anyone in Farandia fell on his knees easily.