Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

"... the weather in the western part of the prefecture will be pleasant and clear in the morning.It's just late in the evening..... "

The television screen reflects the weather forecast corner of the nothingness news program.

The female weather forecaster in charge of the corner was showing the weather diagram with an indicator stick and conveying the movement of the rain cloud.

For almost every audience, yesterday's morning regional news program is no different.

There is a man eating breakfast while looking at it.

Sitting in front of a foldable table for one person placed directly on the floor of a wooden floor, she gazed at the information flowing from the TV as she did not miss a word.

White rice, miso soup, double-sided omelette grilled, spinach and moyashi sesame seeds bought from supermarket vegetables.

This is also a normal breakfast with nothing funny about it.

However, if it was the only thing that would raise something strange, it would have been the man.

"Guuuuuuuuu...!Yes, weather forecast, weather forecast!!Areeeeeee, areee...!!

And it was not grief, but full joy, to cry.

A man who keeps spilling tears continues to eat while chewing his runny nose with a tissue and wiping the flowing tears with a thick towel.

The time display on the TV is 5: 55, and even though it is definitely early in the morning, I carry rice and rice to my mouth and pour it in with miso soup.

And when I had a simple breakfast for about 5 people, I rolled back and stroked my swollen stomach.

"Ah, I don't know if this is enough for today.I don't want to move... "

I stared at the ceiling and blamed myself for the slight deviation in the cover of the fluorescent lamp.

That little deviation.

I want to fix that.

But his belly, which fills up and complains of its limits, refuses to move.

As it is, the sound effect of the same news program that flows to BGM yesterday.

Common everyday music.

When he heard that, his eyes blurred again.

Zero tears from his eyes as he lay on his back wet the flooring.

A runny nose.

He was sipping his nose when he slipped, but he got over the allowable amount and even though he hated it, he got up.

I grabbed about 3 pieces luxuriously from the tissue box on the desk and snatched my nose at once.

"... ahh, it's already awesome..."

Shoot into the trash bin using only the wrist snap.

The tissue is thrown in with a pounding sound.

If it stretches as it is, it rolls back to the flooring.

Kotsu

Something touches the tip of my right hand.

Turning to the armor, the armor was there.

It's not a glamorous piece used in the popular cosplay yesterday, but rather it's as simple as the one worn by soldier A in the city.

Next to them are leather boots, a wooden metal reinforced shield with 70% of the total, and a coarse helmet with no ornaments.

You can also see the entrance to this room by the line of sight.

There are two plastic umbrellas that can be bought at convenience stores, and a rusty spear hanging at the tip of the ear.

I also saw a semi-transparent garbage bag.

Among them, which seemed slightly transparent, were quite damaged jackets, pants, and even quite dirty bath towels that were thrown together.

"Worst... I have to do something about this...."

Goddamn it, I play armor with my fingertips whilst crushing.

He woke up with a soft sound, and his figure was shorts on a plain t-shirt.

When I scratch my head, dandruff falls on the flooring.

"Let's take another bath..."

The dirt does not come off when washed or not.

Though he might have understood Mrs. McBeth's feelings, he went to the bathroom in the room.

Take off your T-shirt, shorts, and pants and look for the most tired towel in the dressing room.

I'm sure this bath will be useless anyway.

When you enter the bath, you will be prepared to move your body next to the shower.

"Hide-head. If I don't do something about it, I'll just go out and treat you like a suspicious person."

Yesterday, it's a world where you're reported as dirty just walking outside.

The figure reflected in the mirror grows with a momentum that seems to hide the hair from the eyes rather than the nose. At the same time, the beard is all you can stretch.

When it comes to the head, it will be more difficult to find where the skin is visible.

On the positive side, it doesn't seem like a strange musician, but people in the world often don't look at it that way.

"Disposable razors, I'm sure I took some of them home with hotel amenities...."

I couldn't remember where it was, so I decided to put it behind me.

However, from the neck to the bottom, the body is well balanced, and the muscles are still thin and firm.

From the category of fine macho, it has a little meat, and it is also nearly 180 long, so it can be said to be a beautifully forged body except for the head.

Only three large scratches running parallel from the right side to the lower abdomen are noticeable.

As he traces it with his fingers, he wonders if it can be pulled by a public bath or something.

"But I don't know. I really don't know what to do now."

Put a warm shower on your head.

If her hair gets wet and wrapped in water, she scratches it all at once from her forehead.

Hidden eyes appeared.

Somewhere sleepy, the face of a man appears everywhere in an unfastened single eyelid.

Warm water continued to come out of the shower nozzle, but he took out the sink placed next to the bathtub and the “knife” thrown into it.

Then I stretched the knife unconventionally, and when I applied it to my all-you-can-use hair, it was crisp and cut off.

My hair quickly accumulated in the toilet bowl.

I used what was left of the shaving cream, and I shaved my beard off with a knife.

For convenience, take about 20 minutes to straighten your head and beard.

Ugh, I guess this is it.

The shaved suspicious head appeared from a mid-20s man with a mediocre face.

Like I said before, I have a diluted face on my single eyelid.

When asked what kind of person he was, he asked to be called “the normal face.”

"I wonder if the gutter is clogged?I don't think my hair will ever flow like this.... "

He washes his body and head out with very ordinary worry.

The foam that should have been white from the scrubbed and polished body turned completely black, and the shampoo that washed the hair was brown as well.

I noticed that the smell was enough to smell those fragrances, but I couldn't help it.

Anyway, it's a total of “3 years" dirt.

"Wow...I came back and went to bed just once after taking a bath of hot water. "

Keep your mouth shut for too much dirt.

As a result, it was decided to repeat the “full wash” from top to bottom three times at a time.

"Fuuuu... it's so sharp"

Wipe the water with a rag and bath towel and go back to the room wearing a T-shirt that is different from the previous one.

When I got close to my nose, I noticed a terrible smell.

The smell seemed to stain my skin. I'm sorry about the clothes, but I have to dispose of them together with the clothes I used there.

Sighing, he sat cross-legged in front of his desk.

"Come on, I really need to think about what I'm gonna do today."

My eyebrows are getting stronger.

I grabbed a flyer from a nearby newspaper and put it on the table.

Write something big with a pen on the white space.

Congratulations! The first day of returning to another world!!'.

This is a description of a man's life.

Not a great brave man, not a glorious saint, not a fearful demon king.

It simply describes the life of one “ordinary man” abducted to another world after his return to modern Japan.