Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Okay, here's one, there's a problem.

Ayako here has no place to go.

He said that if I put anything on my face at home, I would definitely be killed by another me.

Oh, yeah. I guess. That's how Ayako would do it.

... maybe I have to take care of it?

That's troublesome.

Mental health is very troubling.

Whatever. I want some isolation and time to think.

We need to add more social scuffs. I've dotted my job.

That's why I pushed Ayako into the internet cafe and decided to show her face to the TV station once.

Big delay, but an early apology might minimize the impact.

You're not gonna let this thing get dried up, are you? and an outing with a crisp stomach.

I want money. I want a job.

When I show my abilities too much, I feel strange.

What happens if the world finds out that I'm far stronger than modern weapons?

military use. The great man of the country may ask me to do a terrible thing.

Japan also has a nuclear weapon because it holds me, and it can be followed by a variety of countries.

I hate it when it seems possible.

Goblins attacked us in different worlds largely because of this reason, so we ended up extinct.

I want to avoid doing that to my human opponents.

So whatever you do, I like the situation a lot.

I don't care if you fold a bat with your ass or fly dozens of meters, you're just a magician.

As long as the media promotes me that way, I can stay a magician.

Besides making money, they don't think I'm strong.

So I had a good relationship with the TV people at all costs. It's for world peace.

Such, solidifying the great determination of the scale, we get on the train.

Take a few rides, walk, and arrive at your destination three hours behind schedule.

Modern township, created in landfill.

Look up at the building of the characteristic form, which emits an international discoloration in it.

Smiley TV.

Allegedly varied, this station makes me star in a big favorite way.

I'm being looked after.

Yet I soaked up the recording.

I'm sorry, and I go through the automatic door with my back round.

When I told the sisters at the reception their names, they wanted me to wait here.

Something is using the white phone at hand and contacting me somewhere.

A few minutes later.

Chin. and the sound rang, and the nearby elevator opened.

What came out of it was a man in a grey suit.

He's a little fat, and he's one turn older than me. Around the mid-forties.

I have shallow black skin, but I can't believe I'm in the industry.

The man comes straight to me.

"Mr. Neutral! I've been waiting for you."

Oh, my God, it's the producer himself.

His name is Kurosawa.

It's a funny coincidence, but it was the same last name as the Ramen store manager who worked part-time until this time.

So I'm unconditionally uncomfortable with it, but so far, it's favorable to me.

"I'm sorry. I was involved in a personal accident."

I'm at a ninety degree angle, head down.

"No, that's okay. It must have been tough."

Kurosawa producer said in a cat stroke. I am in an unusual good mood.

"I heard that. You helped a girl jump off the platform. Isn't that right? No, it's great. You've also received posted footage from witnesses. I don't like the quality of the picture because it's from a smartphone, but I can tell it's Chan and Neutral. I wish I could get the numbers, whatever. Let me interview you after this, okay?

"Huh?... Huh. It's okay."

From now on, it might not be a bad idea to make a heroic appearance, not a magician on a funny route, and I'm forced to do it with a greasy face.

"Originally Mr. Neutron was popular with the F2 and F3 layers, but... whoa, you don't know about this. Eh. Originally, Mr. Neutron was popular with women in their mid-thirties and older. I mean, you're a housewife. There, you see, this street would have even come in with the seemingly good news of a woman receiving a girl rescue. Don't you think this is a great opportunity?"

I can get my face close when I goof.

Looks like my head is completely switched to business mode.

"... nothing. I don't have a problem with it as far as I'm concerned, but, um, is it okay for me to open up my job today? You should turn your head around to the people involved, right?

"What are you talking about! Whatever the numbers go up, whatever! It was a show to end in March anyway, and it's trivial enough to drill a hole in it like that. I'll take care of the hassle here."

"It was the first time I heard it was over."

"Ha ha! I'll make it regular on the new show, okay? Mr. Neutral, we have momentum, you can do it! As much as I'd like you to rescue an attempted suicide every day already. No, I don't know if anyone's going to jump tomorrow. What do you want me to do, get you a good living suicide candidate in our house? A D, assistant director, there are still a lot of people dying."

This producer treats his men as trash, so it's scary that it's possible.

I used to turn to my young AD and say, "It's like you, killing yourself and lowering the image of the whole station. If you're going to die, leave the office and die a few years later," he yells and scatters.

"I'm a little out of line, but a producer can be a relative running a ramen shop?

"Hmm...? Although my brother owns a store called Red Dragon Hall. That's what it is"

"Is that right, after all? No, it's nothing."

I was a blood relative.

But I don't care about that.

Thanks.

Worst of all, he was also prepared to never be called to the show again, but he worked in the opposite direction of increasing.

Something like peace of mind.

"So let's get to the meeting, shall we? We already have the studio, so let's move on to interviewing and creating a reproduction VTR soon. He's in person. This is exciting."

"No... what about the people who saved lives who are good at reproducing the handles?"

"It's okay, it's okay! Because viewers don't care about details! People who care about that, because I don't watch TV anymore right now! Ha ha!

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"It's more like a costume that emphasizes your shape, it's going to go up in numbers, isn't it? Mr. Neutral, did he play any sports? You have a really good body. Shall we go sleeveless to please your wives?"

"It's winter."

"I don't care. I don't care!

I was dragged off and taken to the studio.

In the end, I declined to perform the reproduction VTR, but I compromised and accepted to be interviewed in the pitchy sleeveless.

I wonder if anyone would be happy with this?

Then he swung and had various interviews all day.

I was busy anyway. I was spectacularly busy.

I'm a former ordinary person, so I don't have a manager, I don't belong in an entertainment office.

Everything has to be handled by itself.

For that matter, I have the advantage of being able to make all the galas my own.

It's time for me to realize that I'm going to be flat in my administrative skills, and more importantly, I can't calculate taxes at all.

Tax Savings... Missed Filing... Tax Evasion... Even though I had a bad feeling about it, I did my job.

By the time I finally opened up from the producer, it was evening.

Check the time from the smartphone, 5: 01 PM.

This is the moment I broke the promise I made with Angelica in the morning.

I'll be home at 5: 00. Let's eat something delicious together. Leave my daughter, who would be waiting for my words to twitch, magnificently.

"How can I make an excuse..."

Twilight on the way, I headed to the station.

Ayako, who remains stuffed in the necafe for a moment, needs to be recovered.

I've also thought about isolating you there for a long time now, but Ayako is having a tough time under her coat.

The garment is cut open, and the right half is naked.

Is it okay to tease a seventeen-year-old girl who is in such a tragedy to leave her flat?

That's just not so ghostly.

I have to pick him up.