Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Today's the day I'm gonna get you!

As soon as I woke up, I renewed my intentions and proclaimed as I thrust my fist up.

I'll do it!

I'll do it when I say I'll do it!

"Use the day in full and let me try to catch the sculptor for whatever it is!

Those who were there poured their gaze on me.

It would have struck me very hard by the impending statement of determination of the leeward. I get it, I get it, yeah.

"Yashiro......"

Estella, who had arrived at the table at the Yangdu Pavilion, stood up and slowly approached him.

And put your hands on my shoulder and turn your quiet gaze at me.

"... because it's already evening"

Outside the window, it was stained with bright red.

"I can't believe you used your day to full while you slept to this hour."

I'm being looked at with horrible, frightened eyes.

What is it, contempt? Pity? Eyes like looking at a poor child?

You can't help it!?

I fell asleep yesterday at a weird time and I couldn't sleep at night!

The darkness of a dark and quiet night after everyone had fallen asleep was so viciously scared again that I couldn't sleep at all... damn it. When it was time for the sun to rise, the drowsiness finally came...... so when I realized it was evening.

"I'm not bad, am I?

"I'm just beginning to wonder if your head is sadly bad."

He is disrespectful.

"Mr. Yashiro. How about a meal for now? You must be hungry.

"Hmm... if you ask me that"

"Okay, I'll get you ready."

Ginette disappears into the kitchen once and for all.

Loretta is cleaning up the table that someone would have eaten until just now.

Magda hangs on the wax statues that line the store.... You don't have to clean that, do you?

And there's Estella before me.

"... there's always the same guy in this store."

"I had a customer earlier, but you were just asleep."

"Even if we had guests, it would be less than this wax statue anyway, wouldn't it?

"Ugh............ keep it, well, yeah"

Twenty-five wax statues all lined up in the Yangdu Pavilion............ more and more.

"It's a simple calculation. Five bodies per person."

"I don't need five bodies."

It's an analogy that we have to take home.

I don't need this sculpture either. But we can't just dump this guy.

It's time you're squeezing the space in the store...... hurry up, we need to get the sculptor.

"Sorry, Ginette! I'll see you next time for dinner!

"What!?

When I speak, Ginette rushes out of the kitchen.

"Aren't you going to eat?

"We have to get him fast. For some reason, it's evening... there's no time to slow down"

"I don't know, I don't know."

"So, at least give me lunch...! Yes, because I'll rebuild it now!

"No, because it's okay"

"No!

Ginette crosses the counter and walks over to me once and for all.

Unusual, he has a slightly angry look by bending his eyebrows.

"If you don't eat well, you can't. If anything happens to Mr. Yashiro... I..."

"Oh, no... so..."

What a temper...

I can't believe I can't get away with this...

"Or... in the dishes I make... can't you help Mr. Yashiro?

This is cheating!

This will be cheating, Ginette!

What, you got a face that still looks like you're gonna cry?

You look like a young child when your parents get divorced and your father leaves...

If they say this to me with a face like this...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Oh dear!

"No, no, no, no!

At that time, momentum opened the door and my sisters rushed into the dining room.

Here we go!

Keep it up and make a scene!

Ginette got distracted by you guys, poked a gap in the airless air, and I caught this sculptor running around... Huh!

"I caught the man who kept the sculpture."

"Did you catch him?!?

Shoulder blushes!?

"Secure!

"Get it!

What am I supposed to do with my previous efforts and this current intent!?

You know, securing it while I'm asleep... that's not right.

"So where is he?

Calm the noisy sisters, Estella asks.

The sisters all pointed to the entrance and said, "Soon -!" "I'll bring you -!" "But it will break out!", "he says.

Soon, here comes the sculptor who made my wax statue... what the hell is he like...

"Grow up!

"You're not gonna bust me!

Gradually, the table becomes noisy.

Looks like a bad guy's arrival.

"Oh dear!

"The killer, I brought him -!

My sisters are pulling the rope for four.

And one man, wrapped around his body with rope, came to the Yangdu Pavilion so that he could be drawn.

"Yes, young people! Let go of me! Awkward people can't be frustrated here!

... Samurai!?

The man they took was a young man with potato-like round glasses on his blush hair.

It's just that tone that bothers me after all.

Have you come to "Awkward"... I didn't know you'd meet a samurai tone guy in another world...

"Huh?.................. no ahhhhh! Mr. Yashiro!? Aren't you Mr. Yashiro?

............... that way?

It's not a samurai, it's a bit of an attic?

"Ho, ho, ho, it's real! No, wait, calm down, awkward! It is strange that Mr Yassiro should be here! Mr. Yashiro is a heavenly man, and it seems that there is no way he can come to such a lower realm... No, but it is now in the eyes of the Awkward that he is undoubtedly the hero Mr. Yashiro... Oh, Awkward, you have no idea what is real in your dreams!

"Sister, knock it out"

"Hey, Yashiro, calm down!

Estella waits for my honest request.

"No, I thought that was probably the reaction, but because I have to listen to you and it won't start!

Then you listen to me.

"Hey........................... I'm a little..."

You look terribly nasty.

"So uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, you seem distant from women. No, but, but that's the normal reaction. I don't care about the awkward, the fine dust, so don't worry about your Jen."

"... Yashiro"

"Don't turn your gaze on me like that for help... he's the extra type in my hand"

Now, thinking about what had happened to this overpowered man of ash, Ginette took a step forward and stood in front of a man of all tones.

And keep your head down with the dust.

"Welcome to the Yangdu Pavilion. I'm Ginette, the manager of this store."

"Yay, this is polite. It hurts."

"May I ask your name, if you please?

"Awkward, not enough to name..."

Ira......

"Name it, Cora."

Who can blame me for being so frustrated that I accidentally kicked in the face?

"Mr. Yashiro, you can't."

Ooh... blamed.

"Mmm-hmm! Oh, my hero! A hero kicks an awkward man in the face. No, no! Or, very grateful, awkward, the muscles in your body must have started acting strange!

"Yea! Don't make any strange moves. Just name it!

The sisters who were grabbing the rope felt so disgusted that they accidentally ran away and said, "Mm-hmm! Mu Ha!" said the more depressing man.

... what is this. I want to dump illegally in the mountains now.

"... Yashiro. Is this all you know?

"I don't know you!

It's my first meeting!

"Oh hon hon...... no disrespect. I must have disturbed you a little."

A man stops snooping around, sits on the floor, and stretches his spine softly.

... the speed of switching from that stuffy to suddenly chilling and the flexibility of the body that allows you to regain your posture softly with your hands tied makes it all the more disgusting again.

Well, if it was a little while ago, wouldn't it be out of the human category when you seriously mess with it?

"Don't be rude to be asked your name and not answered. Now, although it is a boring name, I would like you to remember it in the corner of your memory… In the first place, it was on a rainy day eighteen years ago that the awkward man was brought to life in this world…"

"Just name it!

There was a face in a very good position, so I kick another shot in the face.

I don't know, this fit. This guy's face, it makes me think it's not meant to be a kick, I feel that unity.

"Mr. Yashiro. You can't be abusive, right?

"No, no, Mr. Ginette. Awkward, this feels a little good now, late"

"... Wow..."

"… terminal"

"... brother..."

Come on, Estella, Magda, Loretta.

Why are you looking at me there? He's the one who's bad, and he's the creepy one, right?

"Dust, and... Okay, again. Awkward, my name is Becco Nuvu. There's nothing I can do to introduce you more than that, because you're a stubborn expression. He's a boring man."

Becco Nuvu?

"Hey, Becco."

"Mmm-hmm! A hero named Awkward! Awkward name. Whoa, whoa!

"That's nasty! Don't get bored!

Becco moves around freely, even while his arms are restrained. This guy, I'm sure he'll have fun living his life no matter what circumstances he's put in.

To see that move, you'd have a lot of flexibility and muscle strength in your body... and a highly spec pervert can't beat the end of it.

"Becco. Are you sure the wax statue here was made by you?

"Mm.................. these are the awkward pieces I thought were missing.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"It's annoying when you leave something like this in the square. I made him bring it."

"What!? Collect awkward pieces from the hero himself!?

"It's not a collection!

"If you sign, write as much as you want!?

"I don't want it!

Talking to this guy consumes about three times as much energy as usual.

Why is this so intuitive? Isn't that a little bit of blood?

"Why did you make so many statues of Yashiro and put them in the square?

When Estella asked in a quiet voice, Becco calmed the tension a little and gently closed her lid.

"Awkward...... I've always liked to make things. Beginning with mud dumplings, I've made more paintings, clay craftsmanship, and more as a child."

Becco's eyes with open eyelids look out at the wax statues standing in merciful tenderness.

"One day, I want to be recognized by people as sculptors… it won't have taken me long to think so"

There are young people in every world who dream...

"But as you can see, what the awkward creates... is just something that can't be recognized in any way as an artist"

... and without exception, reality is harsh.

"Is Awkward Lack of Sensibility or Lack of Imagination... I can only shape what I see as it is, as an artist it is a fall below third class"

Many dreamers face overly harsh realities and are crushed.

"The Awkward is already eighteen... Come on, that's what I thought when I was old enough to dream"

In this world he is regarded as an adult at the age of fifteen.

By then, we need to put jobs in our hands and build a foundation for our lives in the future.

If he can't do that, he'll be branded as an adult.

Eighteen is the age at which we begin to think about having a place in this world. You're at that age, like consolidating your readiness to bear the life of someone other than yourself.

I'm not old enough to say dreams, etc.

"But..."

But...

"That's when the awkward met! Be a hero!"

Nowhere is the rule that we have to give up our dreams.

Until you're jizzy, no, even if you're jizzy, all the time, living in a dream is a fine life.

I like it, but he's got these, like, sparkly eyes. Both men and women.

"The awkward saw that big stand on the boulevard two and a half months ago and heard what Mr. Yashiro said, 'Let's do it again!' 'Let's try to scratch it to the end without throwing it out'!

"So you made a wax statue just like me and left it in the square."

"I don't know! I'm an awkward person who can only shape what I see as I see it... Still, a sight that burns only in this eye can be shaped without the madness of dimensions! The awkward man poured everything he could into that statue!

"What you see, take shape as you see..."

"Dear Left... Awkward, clumsy late"

I smile at Becco, who smiles cynically.

... young to dry, angiogenic grin on the forehead.

"Was I posing as a jerk?

When he pointed and inquired about statues like 'Burning' and 'Rainy Day Holidays', Becco said this with an unrelenting grin.

"That's it there. Awkward, you're good at synthesizing sights you've seen in your brain, so you've synthesized Mr. Yashiro's face into another person's pose."

"Does anyone you know dress like 'I'll dye you my color'? I suggest you take him to the hospital once."

"While posing, it is also possible to grow Mr. Yashiro's face on radishes and onions!

"Because you don't have to do anything extra!

Well, if you say most of what this guy's doing is extra, that's it.

"Even if it's unnecessary..."

Pull your lips together and Becco looks far away.

There was a strong will in those eyes... and there was no longer a shadow to see stray.

"Even if they say it's futile, they still thought the awkward wouldn't mind! I want to go even further along the path I believe in, that's what I thought when I heard Mr. Yashiro say!

Like half a bark, Becco raises her voice.

That's like delivering to yourself in a distant future.

Like scolding yourself for the past you once stopped.

"The Awkward wants to represent the sight of that day burned hard in the Awkward's heart in form! And I want many to empathize with that inspiration! That's the honest feeling of the awkward now! If you don't want to get rid of this current feeling, you sincerely think so!

And stare straight at me with a sunny face.

"Because of that, we created Mr. Yashiro's statue and installed it in a central square where many people would go."

He's the one who pushed through the extreme.

It's a very annoying way to push through.

But once he pushes through, he gets bigger. Even more so if that is the field of art.

"One thing, I want to ask you"

"Oh my God!

Becco with a serious look.

This one asks with a serious face.

"... can I ask you two questions after all?

"I'm not really tight, are you?"

Shut up, Estella.

You asked "one question" first, "can I ask you two questions?"

... that, and then after all, is there one more question you can ask?.................. hmm?

"Ask as many as you want. Awkward, I swear I will not lie, I will not hide everything from you."

"So, which one do you prefer, big tits or lactating milk?

"Nah!? Hey - Um - It's - The - Awkward Huh - What shall I call it - Ugh..."

Aren't you covering it up? I'm gonna frog.

"Yea! Awkward man too! Don't say two words to a man! Actually, awkward people like horribly pungent breasts!

"You did it, Estella! There's demand!

"Whose breasts are horrible!?

Quickly pull out the knife and send it to my neck, Estella.... you haven't reached any level?

"Oh, that! Awkward people prefer quiet women..."

"Too bad, Estella. Once again, we're oversupplied."

"I'm not supplying anything. Hey!

The knife compresses the skin of the neck muscle.... Now if you slide it at all, my carotid artery will cut off perfectly.

"Um, Mr. Estella. Yashiro will surely be reflected on... around there"

"Sweet, Ginette. Has Yashiro ever reflected on anything?

Yes, disrespectful!

... uh, look... it's me, it's me... the...

Well, I don't think about it, but I think about it as much as I reflect. It doesn't come out a bit now, though.

"Which one, by the way, sounds quiet or if it's a bit of a carefree Succasca?

"Mmmm... Awkward man, I've never met two troubling choices before........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

"... it's time for you to talk seriously, both of you"

"I don't know, you're strangely fit, with your brother."

"… similar. Because they smell the same."

Hey, wait, Magda. Who is one of them? I'm going to make you absolutely deny that.

"What I wanted to hear was how you were scratching my eyes and installing a wax statue in the square."

I couldn't even grab my tail by sticking it in.

There's no way it's just a coincidence. This guy may be good at perceiving people's signs.

…… The awkward haven't done anything in particular? I was just leaving it when I felt like it. "

It was a coincidence!?

You just stuck around and this guy just happened to be here when I happened to leave there!?

"I carved it up in the square, like last night."

If we had worked hard yesterday to get to the square, would we have met for sure!?

What a coincidence!?

It's a level where I even feel God's malice!

".................. Yashiro. Don Mai."

"Hey, Magda. Is that only encouraging? Or are you making a fool of yourself?

Whatever, my heart's been a little dictated by the perfect timing.

"As it were, well. If it's a coincidence, you can't help it. Sometimes that happens. It doesn't mean everything I did was in vain... let's not worry about it..."

"That's a hell of a snag..."

Because... we stuck around so hard... "I just didn't happen to see you"...

"But Mr. Yashiro's hard work was watched by everyone here."

Ginette inspires me.

... This girl, she's a good girl. Can I cry?

"Brother."

"Brother."

"Not at all."

My sisters gather to surround me.

Right, right, you guys inspire me, too?

Again, I guess this kind of gentleness comes naturally when the mind is pure.

"It's all for nothing, but it's okay -!

"We were all watching, so it's no use, but it's fine!

"Wastefoot B!

"............... Loretta?

"Ha-ha-ha! Shh, soot, I'm sorry! I'll put it right later!

A pure heart is cruelly more than anything once in a while, isn't it?

"Um, Mr. Yashiro............... can I get you some tea, please?

"No... I'm fine"

It's all right.

I'm a fraud. I'm not a detective or a detective.

There's nothing wrong with making mistakes on stakeouts. Because I'm an amateur.

Amateur reading is off, who the hell can blame that?

You just have to do it right in the main business!

"So, Becco."

"Why not?"

This is the real deal.

"Can you make something of this quality, other than sculpture?

"This quality…… does it mean it can flourish like its heroic statue?

"Yes."

"Regardless. Awkward, to tell you the truth, sculpture is just beginning and the least proficient. Although it is not hand-front miso, the success of painting and clay craftsmanship is not this ratio."

"Then why did you focus on sculpture this time?

"That's... Awkward, I don't make any money... I can't buy clay or painting tools..."

"What's wrong with this wax?

"That's a lot of money we had left over, so we're not spending it."

A house with tons of extra wax?

What's this guy's house doing?

"The Awkward Father is a Beekeeper in this District"

"Beekeeping... honey"

So this guy's a beeswax guy.

"Is that a little yellow?"

Bee wax is a collection of ingredients that bees secrete from their bodies when building nests.

It is made by dissolving the beehive after removing honey in a hot fry and removing impurities. Overall it is yellow because of the mix of pollen brought in by the bees.

"It is also possible to whiten it with more purification"

"That beeswax is' massive ', isn't it?

"I don't know! It's as good as walking for sale. … although no one buys them on the walk of the sale."

The lights of this world are basically lanterns, and it's oil and alcohol that fuels them.

I don't see many candles in this world.

So I guess there's no demand for beeswax either.

…… then I will use it effectively.

"Becco! You want to be an artist?

Throw questions that could shape the future of his life for this guy, and that would be very important for District 42 and the Yangdu Pavilion.

The answer to this will dramatically change the future of everyone here.

"Is it your dream to be an artist, to have your work recognized and to receive praise from all over the world?

"... become an artist... praise..."

Becco closes his lid and lifts his chin softly.

Behind the lid, you create artistic works and imagine yourself admired by the rest of the world.

For that, the expression is not excellent.

Then...

"Or is it your dream not to bend yourself, not to waver at your immediate greed, to continue to make what you really want to make, with all your strength and emotions!?

"-!?... don't bend yourself... what you really want to make..."

Becco's whole body starts trembling in small pieces.

What sights do you see behind closed lids...

"Let, the awkward..."

A glimmer of tears falls from Becco's eyeball.

"For money, for fame, we can't just welcome ourselves to what is called art and abandon ourselves! Whatever Awkward says to anyone, Awkward himself convinced, with this hand! I want to keep making it with this hand! That's the only dream of the awkward!

Now, this guy's stray would have blown off.

Chasing dreams is hard.

I'm anxious because I have a sense that I'm walking a different path than the others, and I tend to lose sight of where I'm going. They deflect their attention from the first place they aim, they deviate from the cheap path, and they try to assume that the only thing that seems like it is a destination.

That's who the setback is.

If you want to grasp your dreams, you have to abandon your strays.

Even Becco should have known at first. Tell me what your dream is.

But time flies, the environment changes, and the eyes from around you get colder...... how long do you lose sight of your destination.

And then I start to wonder if I can't take this road anymore.

If I can get fame, if I can make money, I feel like I can stay here a little longer... and step off the road. It deviates.

And start making excuses for yourself for escaping.

Becco was in the middle of something like that.

But you must have woken up now.

I didn't start because I wanted money. I've never crossed that if I can admit it, but bending myself over for it and faking it is different. Absolutely not.

This guy just realized that. Maybe I should say I've noticed.

This guy can't go back.

I don't have much choice but to move on.

You can't possibly want to go back to your troubles, your fallen, your lost self.

"Becco, I'll give you life."

"... Huh?

Right.

This guy's made Becco realize where his dreams go. I'm responsible, too.

Then you have to do what I can. Don't you think? You know what?

"I can only shape what I see without any artistic sensibility, but because of this, it is not recognized by the public, and because of this, I cannot even throw away my polished arms, I will show you the light of a single strip of light, pushing you on any difficult path"

"Oh..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Hmm, that's not a big deal.

I'm just asking for a little work.

"Yashiro... what are you willing to do now?

I respond to Estella with a smile from the synagogue.

The winner's margin seeped out, with a laugh of victory.

"Tell the wooden lady I'll invite you to District 42 as soon as we're ready."

"What are you getting ready for?

"You will clean and decorate the boulevard and ask the other residents of the 42nd arrondissement to do this. I'll get you a trump card."

"I guess it's okay, huh? You only visited Imelda once, didn't you? If this fails..."

"Hey, worry about it!

Hit Estella on the back with a wrinkle between her eyebrows, and I'll say it out loud.

"Leave it to me. I'll fix it all."

Ginette's hand cooking, washing the toilet, and...

Use this underprivileged genius artist, Becco Nubu.