I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

- The transferee corpse sounds like a pretty poor kid.

This past April, one transfer student finally came to our class, which became the top sixth grader. Looks like we've had two in the same grade to be exact, but one in a different class and the other in our class.

Her name is Tsuruga Kaiju.

A child with a crowned mini hat on his head, the child appeared on the top of the Buddha without hiding the grumpy. Still a very cute looking kid, the boys twirl proves her look is in order.

When Dr. Mitsui - nicknamed Mitch - who had spent the last five years together as our chairman urged her to introduce herself, she opened her mouth heavily after giving her a very troublesome look and then shut up for a while.

We are imprisoned by unidentified tension at once in the comma seconds until that voice is uttered.

"My name is Corpse Sound, don't talk to me because I'm not willing to squeal."

And the moment we heard our voices, we learned the feeling of being dominated by those words.

That feeling, which seems to us to be a man of a completely different world from ourselves, a man of character, feels a little bitter for us, elementary school students. Some children were keeping their mouths shut.

Mitch also seems to have noticed the weight of the air, and he immediately calls out to the corpse noise.

"Then Mr. Corpse Sound's seat is over there."

"Ah, come on..."

Corpse Sound's seat is next to mine.

Besides, it's the rear end of the window, so I'm inevitably the only one next to her. That means I'm more than likely the person she's going to communicate with when she needs something.

Corpse sounds that come next to me with tips and footsteps. I am still relaxed in my class gaze, and the grand standing is very picturesque. Though completely different from the image, it was difficult to touch as if it were a princess.

"You there, pull the chair"

"Yes!

Seeing me next to my seat as I walked, I just naturally give orders.

I obeyed the order without hesitation and hastily pulled her chair. She lowers her back to my pulled chair and as her knee moves I move the chair back forward. Because it was an unfamiliar move, Corpse Sounds was gently positioning herself, but she didn't say anything in particular.

I stroke down my ho chest and sit in my seat too.

"Yes, then ask everyone if Mr. Corpse Sound doesn't know anything either!

Then Mitch rang his hand to say so and change the air.

He returns to me haha like everyone forgot to breathe, relieving me of the heavy tension that was wrapping the classroom. I felt lighter at once, too.

Anyway, this is what meets us and the transferee Corpse Sound.

With a little anxiety as to whether we could get along or what would happen next... we still took a day of class today.

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Then in a month, I grew accustomed to the daily routine where the corpse sounds.

It still feels like the difference in character that she has, though the superior presence is alive and well over ourselves, has come to know how to spend every day where she is.

Basically, Corpse Sound doesn't talk to anyone except when she needs it.

I always look out the window looking bored and ignore cancer even when my teacher hits me. I mostly sleep during class, I've been playing rubik cubes and puzzles lately whether I brought them from home, and I've been pretty selfish about it.

Occasionally I see a chill from next door, but Rubik's Cube was front aligned in seconds, and he was a bright white guy with no pattern whatsoever about puzzles. More pieces. It was finished by the end of the first hour though.

Apparently, the corpse sounds like a great head spin, too.

"Um, Corpse Sound, I'm collecting homework, but..."

"What's that?... Oh, the last piece of paper... I left it in my desk, yes"

"is, blank paper…"

Even though the chairman of the class asks Sound Corpse to submit his homework, Sound Corpse gives him a print that he seems to have left in his desk. Naturally, it is blank.

It stays pretty clean, so maybe there's no textbooks or anything in the desk. They're putting in toys like puzzles and rubic cubes, so I guess it's not even in the bag.

I think she's really free and pathetic. Though interesting to watch.

"Um, you have to do your homework, right?

"I didn't bring it back to the inn, so I didn't get homework."

"Ahhh..."

At times like this, Corpse Sound turns her mouth as well.

The chairman of the committee is not the original energetic type, so as soon as I saw the corpse sound right in my eyes, I strayed. And in an attempt to receive a blank print, I reach out to tremble.

And then...

"... must not be bothered"

- I heard that voice coming from the door of the classroom.

When everyone in the class turned their eyes, there was a woman with jade eyes in her habitual light brown hair. A month ago, he was transferred to school at the same time as Sound Corpse.

The name is for sure, Mr. Lulu.

I heard that even the corpse sounds like your sister, but they don't look alike at all. I think they are sisters who have no resemblance to the color of their hair, eyes, or face. Besides, he seems to have a true opposite personality.

The corpse sounds so selfish, but Mr. Lulu is a mild, gentle, well-liked sister from everyone. Envy.

"Whoa... what are you doing here?"

"I heard you were annoying the class."

"Are you going to face your sister now that you've been your slave?

"I have never been a slave to Tight, since the day we met... I am a family to Tight"

"Uh-oh... I'm good with you, I'm good with you, that's the only time."

"You should do your homework properly"

"It's hard...... Enough, I'm going home"

Did Mr. Lulu decide that his minutes were bad due to his appearance, or he would stand up on the top of the Buddha like he did when he transferred to school and go home with Stasta.

When Mr. Lulu sighed to see how such a corpse sounded, he lowered one head towards us and left the classroom.

I was a little surprised because I didn't think anyone could leave that corpse noise.

Though she was a corpse sounder who was my poor princess, Mr. Lulu looks so grown-up that he doesn't think she's her age. Yet it looks so cute that I got a little cracked up about that gap.

The boulder is Sound Corpse's sister, not the only one.

"Huh... I was scared"

"Haha, Chairman...... that was tough"

"Before the corpse sounds, I get somewhat nervous"

"But the corpse sounds like that... in front of Mr. Lulu"

"Sure...... could have been a little childish and cute"

"Hey! Maybe I'm not so scared, actually!

Mr. Lulu's appearance showed us another side of Corpse Sound.

I thought she was a noble, different princess from the world we live in, a childish side of Corpse Sound that unexpectedly existed. She had the same elementary school-like side as us.

Maybe this will inspire the corpse sound to break the wall that was between us properly.

"... I think I'll talk to Corpse Sound tomorrow"

"Huh!?

To my whining, the President of the Commission gives a surprised voice.

That would be the case too, Corpse Sound doesn't like to be spoken to like I said in my first introduction. Aside from speaking up when you need a committee chairman or Mitch, she has never spoken to anyone in the past month.

Don't talk about it - in that kind of implicit understanding, this past month nobody could move.

Finally, I'm about to talk to Corpse Sound.

I'm not that good at communicating. In one way or another, it's more suited to the sexes to take a step back and watch, and I don't want to get anywhere near troublesome or scary people.

Still trying to speak to Corpse Sound, I guess I'm right crazy. At least, I'm born from me that I can't even imagine before.

"... well, maybe I... want to get along with Corpse Sound"

"... it is"

The Chairman of the Commission is looking at me with a smile on his face.

Is it because I was surprised? No, that's not who the chairman of the committee is. I'm sure you're rooting for me trying to take a slightly different path. The part where we try to lean on these people, not the strength of our minds, would be enough for the chairman of the committee.

It lit up a little and I turned my gaze towards the window like a corpse.

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"Hey, Corpse Sound, you're in a good mood, Nana."

"Ooh... what? Time for dinner?

"Am I your mother? No, I'm more upset than usual, so I thought I'd follow you."

"Bad taste no... that's what annoys you, die"

"You die."

"No, you're dead."

"In self"

"Creepy."

"Creepy's pretty heartbreaking, isn't it?

"Creepy, creepy, creepy..."

"He just took the ghost's neck..."

It was the orange noise that came back the next time I spoke to the corpse noise that had left early and had been unfaithful at home.

Orange sounds rang when I saw the corpse sounds more grumpy than usual, but corpse sounds only curse orange sounds as usual. Orange sounds sigh at the corpse noise that just keeps blocking my ears and saying it's creepy.

Then a different shadow glistened out from behind the orange noise.

"I'm sorry to bother you. ♪ Tight, are you saying hello to each other?

"It fits."

"... here comes another one that doesn't make sense"

It was Layla who showed her face.

Since she came to this world, she had adapted to this world with a brilliant head behind her back with her personality. In keeping with the common sense of this world, I was able to quickly change my standing behavior.

And now, with the special look of red eyes on gray hair, it has gained the same popularity in this world, as it has gained popularity in the colleges of the Credale kingdoms of different worlds.

Of course, Leila's thoughts on orange sounds are a well-known fact, so it's popular on top of that. I can see how well Leila stands around.

"So? Did something happen at school?

"Ugh."

"Well, fine..."

"In the first place, I wasn't going to come to this world, but they brought me here, so you're determined to be unhappy."

"That logic doesn't work for me, even I wasn't going to go to that world and they took me and nearly killed me by you and all sorts of things... you don't think it's convenient that you don't, do you? What you've done to me has only come to you now."

"Grunt... this world is cramped, unlike the other, killing people can be a hassle, and most of my powers are gone since I got here in the first place"

"Really? I think it's easy to understand, because this world is... the most understandable and admirable."

To the orange sound words, the corpse sound tilted his neck.

A world where being the best is understandable and admirable. The corpse sounded wondering what you were talking about when you said it didn't seem like such a world. However, the orange noise continues further towards the corpse noise.

"It's admirable if you're faster on your feet than anybody else, admirable if you're stronger than anybody else, admirable if you're smarter than anybody else... that's the world we live in."

"... hey, I heard something funny... what do you mean?

"Although it's not in the other world, it simply means that there's a place in this world to compete for those things. The Olympics, the Nobel Prize, the best of people in various places… it can prove itself to anyone if it is the best"

……

"Why don't you try? If you're from elementary school, you can afford it in time."

The corpse sounds brightened his eyes that he had found something interesting in the orange sounding words.

Only one, the most admirable world.

Corpse sounds have lost most of the skills they had in the other world, and their physical abilities have fallen dramatically, but they still possess physical abilities that outweigh those of the coarse athletes at the moment.

It might be a little cheesy, but it would be somewhat healthier than having cheaty abilities and unbindings in a different world fantasy. Because there is no interaction between warcraft, demons, or life.

"Go to school tomorrow."

"... Fine, I'll let you ride."

"You have to remember to get along with people to some extent for that, don't you?

"Huh."

Orange sounds hahaha, laughing and returning to the room. If the corpse sound shifted your gaze, Leila almost disappeared after the orange sound.

A world that would be admired if it were the best in something.

But to do so, we need to get along with people to some extent.

"I knew this world was shit!!

And from this next day on, the corpse sounds were to struggle badly to get along with people.

Conveniently, the girl in the next seat calls out to me... but if I could successfully return to it, it would be spoken of somewhere again.