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

I hold my finger and direct Rio's gaze in the direction where the boys are.

"... baseball?

That's right.

A bunch of kids in their senior year of elementary school are playing junket with one hand.

What a morning they're going to start grass baseball.

It is an energetic one.

"I miss you, I used to play baseball when I was a kid too. It was a good hit."

When the boys get together outside, they snort a little that what they do is ball.

"I don't usually see him, but I can't believe he's playing ball"

"Is it a spring break exclusive sight?

"Not really. Something's wrong with the machine lately. Smartphones and consoles no longer display the numbers properly, so you have to play outside."

"Uh..."

"I stopped playing games at night, so I guess I'm in the rhythm of life morning shape. There are a lot of kids out there who are free to exercise."

"Maybe it's healthier without high-tech equipment."

They ruined the original toy and came out reluctantly. It does make that interpretation tighter.

They all have blue and white skin. I'm not used to playing outside. The feeling is falling apart.

No heart or expression looks dissatisfied.

"Didn't your parents tell you to 'come out and play anyway' or something?

"I'm not hanging up."

Modern kids laugh bitterly at that and observe the boys interacting.

If you look closely, it wasn't just the baseball bat, it was also the kid holding the soccer ball mixed up.

"I see. You're in the junket deciding which way to play baseball or football."

Goo at first. Junkempong. Over and over with the call, the children wave their hands down and are overjoyed with victory and defeat.

The last thing I won was a boy with a bat.

You said, oh, my win! and I can hear you screaming in the boy soprano.

When that happens, I guess baseball will start now.

I thought... but things are not right.

Fighting? No. Some boy raised his hand and said, "I don't know the rules of baseball. Hey! I'm protesting.

"Seriously. What kind of guy doesn't know?"

"Aren't you normal these days? Leo doesn't seem to understand either."

"You're lying, aren't you?

Move your face on your knees and look up at Rio.

Dropping her forehead, this high school girl looked down at me strangely.

"Because football is more popular. Grass baseball is a game of showa."

"... there were definitely signs of baseball separation as of 2000... but you've come this far"

I was going to spend a year researching modern Japanese common sense, but there seemed to be a lack of research on influential sports among young people.

No, I thought that oddly reduced the baseball feed.

"You have more Japanese major leaguers than you used to, but you don't become a man's admirer? When I was a kid, baseball players were the number one profession boys wanted to be in the future."

"Going all the way to the major leaguers, you just treat me like a star. More boys say football is better than baseball for playing on their own."

"How did that happen?

"Hmm. Even if I ask."

Rio is scratching his cheek like he's in trouble, stroking my forehead.

"There was so much going on. World Cup or something."

"... all sorts"

It happened in Japan when I was away, football buzz.

I don't know that. I don't share memories with everyone else.

At times like this, I realize my life has been compromised.

I used to treat foreign bodies in different worlds, but even when I returned to Japan, they still remained foreign.

"... can I ask why you look so sad? Could it be that you like big baseball?

"It's not."

I simply realized that my home country had changed while I wasn't looking at it, and I just missed it.

I narrow my eyes as I watch the soccer ball kicked up against the sky.

I did come back to Japan, but this kind of makes me feel lost in a parallel world that looks a lot like Japan.

"... I'm gonna get some sleep"

"Maybe we should do that. Anyway, I'm sure you're thinking of something dark again."

"... you've grown accustomed to my treatment"

"Well," replied Rio, with a cool look.

When I look clear in this way, there is a floating away atmosphere somewhere.

It could be a floating departure or a Japanese departure.

As an Oriental, the carvings are quite profound because of Elsa and two melons from different worlds.

Half of it… but it's a clear face, like an entertainer from Kyushu.

Conversely, Elsa had a slightly Asian-inspired taste, even though she was European and American. I didn't see any Orientals besides me in different worlds, but they had summoned braves in the past, and did those people leave blood of Asian origin?

Angelica also has a mixed atmosphere, and while I think it's possible, etc., I've been uttering it.

"I'm going to bed. Wake me up when you get time.... Well, you're the same one who stayed up late, aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm so sleepy. But the physical pain of lack of sleep makes me feel good the other way around and my eyes catch on me? Besides, when I feel the weight of Mr. Neutral on my knees in this condition, I feel like I'm being tortured of some kind, not if I'm asleep anymore."

"Good night."

It's not sudden. And on an abnormal topic.

That's the kind of nerd-talking thing you said... and you put a penetration in your heart, and then you gave yourself up to the sleeper.

"Hey. Wake up. Stay awake."

"... aah"

Is it time? and face up.

Reddish cheeks, eyes to eyes with lightly excited Rio.

"Look. She's amazing."

"That kid?

At the end of Rio's finger, there is a small figure surrounded by the boys. Football at your feet.

Apparently, he's in the middle of a game, but if he does, he's got too many defenses.

Looks about one-on-eight.

"What the hell. You're being abused."

"The other way around. It's like that surrounded kid is abusing the other eight."

"... what do you mean?

"If you look at it, you'll see."

Keep your eyes peeled.

The person interrupted the path by the walls of a group of boys has long dark hair bound behind him. A ponytail. Grey long-sleeved shirt on top. Below are tweed shorts, with feet wrapped in black tights.

A girl.

Height is just a little higher than the kids around. It would be as good as Angelica's.

"Oh no, that girl. It's not a hat trick."

As Rio uttered the word, the ponytail girl kicked the ball up high.

He jumped up high as it was - scoring a goal in the heading.

"Nice move."

I'm not that familiar with football, but my combat experience from different worlds makes me somehow feel like a good guy.

That kid can.

I guess he's the kind of person who's blessed with motor nerves.

"He wasn't there before he went to bed, was he?

"Yeah. Something's suddenly mixing up to show the boys the difference in character"

"... genius football girl?

"Oh, I saw it over here"

Turning around, Fantasista Girl had a deeper carved face than Rio. The color of the eyes is gray, obviously not Japanese.

Foreigners...... or is it half?

"I'm coming up. Do you know him? I bet he didn't catch another teenage girl, Mr. Neutral."

"I don't think so. I've never met her before."

... No.

On second thought, I have an idea.

Someone who looks like a foreigner, looks physically capable, and has business with me.

Assassins from different worlds?

I get up aggressively and try to shelter Rio and step forward.

"Uncurse."

Exactly, I've stepped on the number of places too, so I decided to take the lead.

The curse will not cause injury to the target, and if something is being set up, it can be rendered harmless.

The result is…….

The ponytail girl twisted her neck wonderfully and took the curse straight from the front.

Nothing happens.

"What is it now?

The girl looked me in the eye.

The pronunciation is irrelevant.... the power of language comprehension skills? If the status appraisal is alive, I can confirm it.

"Who are you? Depends on your response…"

"It's Mr. Neutral, right? Good morning. I say Chloe. Chloe Uchido."

Nice to meet you, I can bow my head.

It would be the Japanese habit to be followed and bowed down.

"... Uchido? So either parent is Japanese?

"My father is Japanese."

Could it be a co-star girl? Thoughts go through the back of my brain, but there shouldn't have been a kid like him.

Half, and pretty cute, with good style. If I met a girl like this, I would be saving her instantly in a beautiful girl's image folder in my brain, so there's no way I can forget.

It's a habit that's going to piss me off around Angelica, but it's a man's instinct, so I want you to forgive me.

"Didn't you hear? I'm going on Mr. Neutral's show today."

"Seriously.... What, why do you have additional members now?

"Something tells me they're going to create a corner where foreigners are going to praise Japan, so they're going to do Sakura in a setting called Passenger A. So," I found a beautiful girl! Mr. Neutral scouts on the spot! 'It's scripted... haven't you been notified yet?

Anyway, it seems like Kurosawa P could come up with something, and knowing Japan's vulgar culture so far, it doesn't seem like he's from another world.

"You haven't heard me yet."

"Oh.... besides me, I think I'll get more foreign girls."

"What?"

To the Americans, to the British, to the Australians... and to the Japanese and American halves... Marie's voice, which counts as a finger fold, is younger than it looks.

Could it be pretty young?

How old are you, by the way?

"Fifteen"

... Not high school girls, huh?

JK Evolutionary is the name of the show, but you're putting out JC?

When I was confused, Chloe laughed, "Because I'll be up for school in April," he said.

"Nice to meet you. Mr. Neutral."

"Ah, oh.... you're being respectful."

"Conscious. I'm not that good at Japanese.... No. I'm not very good at it."

In salutation, Chloe has offered her hand.

Do you mean shake hands?

"... does greeting also feel more calming in the European and American style? Aren't you raised in Japan?"

"Yeah."

Chloe holds my hand hard and shakes her head vertically.

... I don't suppose you grew up in another world or something?

I peek into the gray eyes, but I can't read the inside completely. They are too glittering to know what they are thinking.

... this look... as is often the case when you are suddenly asked to sign on a street corner...

"Maybe."

"What?"

"Do you want to be a fan of mine?

"Yeah!"

I get a good nod.

Oh.

Are you a fan of mine?

There will be celebrities deleading as soon as possible.

I can't help it like this.

If they're old people, I'm glad.

Not to mention that's the deeply carved face yet a half pretty girl who makes you feel young, making you an exceptionally happy sports girl with an even figure before and after the estimated B cup.

……

I'm starting to look like Kundo.

It is a moment when I have become aware of tragic facts.

But I feel like I can't help it.

I've been having a rough work environment lately. What a terrible co-star.

Tanaka Kiri (17) Idol who openly declares that I am the man of choice. Try pillow sales on me.

Suzuki Akane (18) Lower member of the Idol Group. Try pillow sales on me.

Makoto Nakano (16) A young actress from a child role. Try pillow sales on me.

Hiroko Kimura (17) II Talent. Big breasts. Try pillow sales on me.

Kosakawa Cherry Blossom (Koba Yakawasakura) (16) Idol Voice Actor's Egg. Try to sell me pillows in a dressing room.

Hosaka South (Hokanami) (18) Reader model. Touch my muscles in the playhouse. Try pillow sales on me.

Miho Kato (Kakamiho) (18) Freelancer. Try to sell me pillows out of my misery.

Kazuka Sato (16) Idol. There is no particular reason, but he tries to sell me pillows.

Just this number of kids who defrauded attempted pillow sales.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

I feel like a schoolgirl teacher who is confessed to her students at a pace of three times a day.

This is absolutely, sexually distorting. It is not impossible to modify the strike zone in a downward direction day by day.

"... Pillow sales don't taste good in JC... don't do that, do you? Don't do it, okay? Don't ever do that, okay?

I don't know what the word means, you know. Chloe is blinking her eyes with her face.

"It's time to head to the station."

and.

From behind, Rio pulled my sleeve in a grumpy voice.

"Let's go? You'll be late."

"Oh, yeah."

I move my legs with a loving laugh at Chloe waving off.

"... I can't believe you stretched your nose under other women in front of your fiancée, Cythet!

"I'm not stretching!? You're imitating that to your junior high!

"She was floating around in a cup of bra."

"It could have been eye poison for elementary school boys."

"Keep an eye on it."

……

"Keep an eye on it."

"... if it had emerged so clearly, would it?

"I like it - teenage girls. What do you like about Alasser?"

"It's a misunderstanding! This kind of thing is like cats chasing moving objects with their eyes, and lust has nothing to do with that much... Autofocus for a man's body. Functional."

As we make excuses, time passes.

At the same time that I was able to deceive Rio, I was chanting "Chloe is Shilo" in my head.

It also sounds odd that it's black but white, but he's not the one driving the digital device crazy.

Then who?

Anyway, the humans approaching me will need to investigate by hitting the curse from scratch.