Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

After Tracy and the others left, I wrote a letter to Marul that Estella asked me to write, and I was back in Newtown.

"Oh, Yashiro! You've come to a good place!

Out of the way - No. 1 still seemed to be adjusting, and the face of the hardware guild, including Norma, was clutching the tool with a dying face and swarming.... give him a break.

"Now, the problem has been solved. Let me have your opinion."

"I don't mind that...... you guys get some rest. There's a dead minister out there."

"It's all right, that's all... Atashi and the others are from a pro..."

"No, Norma... your face is quite spectacular too"

A bear floats beneath my eyes, my hair is messy and I can jump all I want.

It's not like there was a hue or anything when we got this far.

Norma would like you not to cross the line as "whimsical."

"Look at that one."

and refers to a crate that serves as a carrier floating about two meters high.

If you look closely, the round hardware there is attached to the bottom of the crate… something like a bowl used in cooking.

By putting that on, you can change your center of gravity to reduce the swing between landings... or what? With something like that?

"Well, you're watching. Ohh! Lower the crate!

On the signal of Norma, Osama of the Alliance manipulates No. 1 and lowers the crate.

Suddenly, the crate, which began to descend quietly, increased before by 40 centimeters to the ground, and began a massive rampage with Gakkon Gakkon.

"You haven't fixed it at all!? You're getting worse than that!

"Humph... that's sweet. Hey, bring it to me!

Again, Osama of the Alliance moves out on the signal of Norma.

He lifts the landed crate, removes the bowl attached thereto, and rushes over here.

The top of the hardware on the bowl was securely embedded with a flat lid.

"Come on, open it."

I was told to open the lid of the hardware on the bowl handed to me.

Inside, there was a little milky white liquid.

"... what is this?

"Raw cream!

"What are you doing!?

"You're gonna use that shake to make whipped cream!

"I haven't done it!?

"Dozens of times. Oh, you'll be fluffy in there!

"What the heck!

You, whipped cream, don't lick it! It's pretty delicate, that one!

"But this is the only way to take advantage of anoshaking...... Huh!

"You keep the shake down!? What are you trying to take advantage of!?

"Because I can't! I'm not fixing it! Phew!"

"Hey, somebody! Take Norma home and put her to bed! Because I'm too tired to be a funny character!

Too much stuck and rampant in strange directions... what a common thing, but extreme guys so far are rare.

Speaking of which, Norma must have been the one vulnerable to pressure. I was definitely alone in front of the big stage...

"This guy has most of the correspondence, so you just have to be in no hurry and investigate the cause carefully...... go home and go to sleep today"

"Mmmm............... you got it"

He swells his cheeks, stares at me resentfully, and Norma leaves this place with a blur.

There is too much sadness in the back of walking round my back and dropping my shoulders, inviting me to tears.

"Yashiro..."

You brought me a bowl, and Osama calls my name with a crying face.

... I think I'm going to cry when they call me... Don't stare at me like that, I'm scared, my face.

"Norma, I was so happy for you. Yashiro counted on me. It's a big shame that you can help... isn't this the result? I think you're depressed..."

If you look back only at the current word, later on in "Conversation Records" Cumbassation Records, it may look like a line of good looking after older beauties, but it is Osama on the beard side of the muscle mucky that is pronouncing this word now.... I can't contain the urge to hit you.

"Hey, please. Give him comfort."

"Come on, me, come on, me! Don't break my heart if I'm closer than I need Osama's face!

"Mm-hmm! I'm not. Yikes! I want you to encourage Norma."

Bacca, you. It's breaking my heart right now.

"Otherwise, Norma............... it could break"

…………

"All Womalo Tan is useful to Yashiro, and he said that he... You know how Norma feels."

"... I don't know"

I have no idea.

"Why, Womalo 'Tan'?

"Oh yeah! It's my usual habit...!

"Is that what you always call it..."

"Oh, he's cute, he!

Ha, ha, let's teach Womalo next time. "You, you're a hottie"!

- But, well.

Looking at Norma's back as she drifts away, she just feels like she can't put it down even if she lets it go.

The feeling of wanting to be admitted leads me to a grand emptiness. That's not the kind of experience I don't have either. So I don't even know what it's like to be in pain at that time.

... It's not like I can think of anything so far... I'm talking about a level where I just need to move...................................................................................................................

"Norma!"

Just this once.

I'm basically the type who doesn't spoil other people.

"Hurry up and make it and be thankful! Let me use it fast, thanks for the help!

I can write to Marul now because these guys have worked so hard to fall.

If it were true, it would have taken a couple of days. I appreciate being able to move on to the next action without L.A. for that matter.

You can definitely thank him around there.

"Rest easy, fix it perfectly. I hope so."

With all these words, you can give them to me.

"If Yashiro expects you, you can't rest! Wake up! Let's get this fixed up again!

"No, go home. Yikes!?

"... Yashiro... if you don't do as much, we... we're gonna die, right?

"No, no, no! You told me to comfort you!?

Norma's a norm, too, and you're not feeling better about this. It's too simple.

My expectations have to be in one circle.

"Please, Yashiro. I caught Norma in moderation and said, 'Go to sleep now!' Leave him in a state."

"Difficult demands don't come to me!

How am I supposed to end up like that!?

"... die, eh?

"Oh, don't be shy anymore!?

Why do you have to be seen with your eyes?

It won't be my fault, though!

........................ Damn it.

You want me to put you to bed? You just have to let him sleep anyway!?

Then, Ano, do you want to go with your hand?

"Norma! Sleep deprivation is the enemy of your skin!

"There's no such thing as skin... Huh!

"Can the beauty in the corner ruin it!?

"" "" Bitter.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"No, you're not, Osama! Put your hands on your cheeks and dye your cheeks red instead of your normal!

The non-Norma hardware guild guys (all aligned and Mukimuki osans) react as soon as possible and shyly turn their gaze at me.

It annoys me like I'm stuck with countless cobaes. Oh, if I had insecticides, I'd blow them!

"Yashiro, you... about us who were getting enthralled by Oomaro Tan... like that..."

"I don't think so!

".................. Yashirotan"

"Stop!

It's not a statement for you guys!

I told Norma! Just Norma!

"Hey, Norma. From you, too, to these Osama..."

and turned his gaze to Norma.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"..............................................................................................................................................................."

Norma looked bright red and froze.

There is a slight increase in hot air from the knob.

"A, Atashi! I'll take care of your skin!

"" "We're coming with you, too!

"Look, you guys! We're not just hardware stores!

"" "That's right! We are a 'charming' hardware store that combines technology and beauty!

"You're right! Hardware is a combination of performance and beauty!

"" "Beauty, take care!

"Atashi and the others!

"" "Beautiful!

"The Hardware Guild!

"" "Beautiful!

"Wow! I'll sleep three days and three nights to take back what I had yesterday!

"" "Ha ha!

... just in case, I'll make it up to you again.

Other than Norma, they are Muskimki beard-faced ossans.

"Palm.............................. or go home, hey!

Once he turned to me, Norma froze for as long as his face stained bright red, then ran away to turn and run away.

I don't think it would be good for my skin if I overslept. Well, I don't know.

"Yashiro, thank you"

"... no"

I don't want to thank you.

... as a result of a misalignment in a direction I never thought I would.

"Then............... thank you for saying you're beautiful about us!

"No, I didn't say it!

"We're Yashiro after all!

"No, no, Womalo! Make it Oomaro, there it is!

"" "Bye, Yashiro!

"Stop it!

A mucky beard-facing group that forms a herd and runs away.

.................. I'm sure they were too tired to have thought circuits bugged too. Yes, it must be. When you sleep and wake up, the contents of your brain should be formatted...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... ha. You've spent your time and strength on stupid things."

Beautiful freshly gone hardware guild faces.

The silence was returning around No. 1.

"Dull......"

It was in such tranquility that I noticed that little voice.

"Oh. You've been found."

"Bertina."

Looking back, Bertina stood.

He walks over here looking like he's having fun looking at where he was from.

"Again, Mr. Yashiro is a popular person"

"I just want the veto."

"Ugh. Love is something you give for free, and you give for free again."

"It seems true that there is nothing more scary than free"

I hear jokes like that, looking fun.

The eyes turned toward me... the unspeakable warmth engulfed me.

An eye with maternal love that Bertina occasionally shows.

Don't scold me, praise me, worry, just watch me, ticklish gaze.

This guy just came all the way here to see me. To say something.

"Mr. Yashiro."

Then, after I realized it and made sure this one was ready, I slowly extended my arm.

Bertina's fingertips stroking her cheeks as she gently approached her.

"You seem to be working hard, very"

For a moment, something purposefully cold runs on my spine.

It's like being seen through everything...... I felt like a kid who threw up a bad lie.

A nervousness similar to awkwardness runs when I am convinced that a naive lie came out of my mouth.

But I wasn't being scolded, Bertina was just smiling quietly and staring at me.

"I like the way Mr. Yashiro is trying. But..."

It's not a sermon.

Neither persuasion nor advice.

It's just a public discourse, Bertina says.

"It's good to be like Mr. Yashiro even when you're trying."

Just feelings.

If you change your mind a little...... please?

"Like you're impotent, you see?

"No. It just doesn't look like it"

Apparently not.

Now I've been asked by Estella to meet the Lords of 'BU'.

To pay for the firepowder that goes down to the 42nd arrondissement.

It is indisputably a help to people, and I have never taken the initiative to help people like that.

So, "it doesn't seem"?

No... you're not.

"Mr. Yashiro doesn't look like much fun right now, so that's all, just a little bit, but I'm worried"

Because I'm moving with a sense of purpose right now.

"This is what you have to do"

"I'm sure it's better this way," he said.

Not for me, someone's... for everyone.

"Mr. Yashiro laughs with pleasure at all times. I'm sure you haven't noticed it yourself. Like this... like this..."

Speaking, Bertina picks the frowns with her left thumb and index finger to create a wrinkle and lifts the corner of her mouth with her right index finger. And what a terrible grin to make.... doesn't look very 'fun' to you?

"... where's that smile"

"Phew... I thought you did well, didn't you look alike?

I don't know.

I don't have a hobby for staring in the mirror with my own smile.

But just to put it this way, it could have been expressed in a good way.

"He looks very calm now."

"Isn't that a good thing?

"I guess so, if you're a normal person"

Ho ho. You think I'm not normal?

That's a lot of direct rambling.

"My face now looks just a little like my face then...... I came to ask you to come out to the big food tournament, at that time"

42 districts and the Great Food Games held jointly in the Neighbourhood 2 districts.

Bertina's ability to compete was a serious matter dividing the fate of District 42.

That's why I'm here to direct my appearance in Bertina... for District 42.

... I see.

Was that the case then?

My interests were out-of-the-box, and I made the survival of District 42 my top priority and acted upon it.

Is that what's causing Bertina anxiety?

...... and if Bertina is noticing, I'm sure Ginette is too.

"Something so cute and so mischievous that we can feel at ease, strangely"

"I remember being told to be a good girl to rot."

"Well, I guess he didn't know much about Mr. Yashiro."

... Sure, the general didn't tell me it was' be a good girl 'or' study '.

Saying those things were mostly teachers working as students and teaching students.

"Do people who know me well realize that it's impossible to change to a bad boy?"

"No, it's the same reason no one tells a cat to be a cat."

So you're saying I'm a 'good boy'? Who is it?

You're gonna get frogged, when you say that.

"Then put on a bikini for Bertina in the heat season."

"Ugh. That's not what Mr. Yashiro wanted, is it?

No, you want it?

I'd love to see it so bad, though?

I'd like him to wear something remarkable so he can't hide his hidden boobs!

"Please, Mr. Yashiro seems like Mr. Yashiro... then I'm sure Ginette won't miss you anymore, either, because she won't"

… "Already".

Ginette no longer misses being left behind after that big food tournament.

But... well. Do you feel somewhat anxious?

"Well, sure. If Bertina leaves rice behind, she won't mind, so will I."

"Ugh. You're worried about me"

"Don't be afraid of natural mutations."

"That's tough. Now let's go get some doughnuts."

"No, that's a metaphor now..."

"I like chocolate and peanut doughnuts"

…………

"Oh, you don't have to be alone, do you?

"... oh, you're gonna be luxurious, me"

"'You've recently improved your sweet skills,' Ginette told me. Probably thanks to Mr. Yashiro."

Mine, I guess.

"... if I send you a letter"

"Get out of the way. That's number one. I want to see where it's moving."

Bring the glittering eye Bertina to Crate 1.

When I opened the lid to put the letter in...

"Kusukapi... Ya"

Hammorrow was asleep in a crate.

............... I think I was sooo gagged earlier, this crate.

It's what I used to sleep in.

"Hammoru, get up. I want to send you a letter."

"Munyamunya............ rather?

"It's you, you. Just get off."

"I did a cradle with a new feeling..."

What kind of acrobatic cradle is that?

Baby, I can't stand wounds, like this.

"Oh, honey, if you want to write to me, I'll do it!

"Can you do that?

"Start Prow Today!

"Where did you sign the contract..."

I entrust a letter to my self-proclaimed professional Ham Moru, looking at the crate moving out a little further away.

Hammuru manipulates the foundation with a familiar hand to turn on the fall prevention device, then pulls when the rope is done.

The crate goes up without sound and follows it with a gaze.

Eventually, far overhead, the bell rings and lets us know that the letter has arrived safely.

Now, I'll have a letter back about tomorrow.

"That's an amazing thing. I can't believe I can get in touch with other districts while I'm in District 42."

"Only with a limited number of opponents in District XXIX, but..."

"If the Yangdu Pavilion and the Church could get in touch this way, it would be a lot more convenient"

Since the location relationship is not up or down, it would not be possible to put it aside - something like No. 1... but if it's an internal radio or something like a degraded version of the phone, it might be born.

If that happens...

"If that happens, you can always bring me rice from the Yangdu Pavilion"

Yeah. You're past the 42nd arrondissement civilization. No permission.

... I'm going to go out front.

I can't wait to be called every hour with one phone call.

"Time to go home."

Speak up to Bertina, who looks up to No. 1.

And, after a job, Hammorrow rushes over and jumps to my right hand.

... I thought I told you. Stick around.

"Mr. Hammuru, would you like to treat the doughnuts, too?

"I'm not bluffing!

"Here. What do you mean," Mr. Hammorrow too "? What are we talking about on the assumption that we're gonna have a treat?"

"I'm very sweet."

"I'm sorry to hear that. That skill doesn't work unless you pick the right person."

"Yes, so I only use it if it seems to work"

............... this guy ha.

"... tell Ginette"

"Ugh. Yes. Let's do that."

"'I will,' right?

"Ugh."

Whatever you say, it's useless to say anything more to Bertina, who smiles with joy.

In this guy, I'm given the personality of a sweet favorite.... because it hurts to see you one day, when you're dating people with that assumption.

But, well, you could do as much as thank me for making me realize good things.

I'll ask Ginette, doughnut.

I categorically refuse, but Ginette likes you, so she'll give you a treat.

Looking up at the red-dyed sky, I was beginning to recalculate the profits I was likely to get from this disturbance.

Instead of zeroing the downside, I think I can produce a plus from scratch, see if there's such a thing.

"Really, it won't rain this year"

To that whine that Bertina leaked next door, I returned my thoughts about "well, yeah," and I was walking and playing economically about the time in my brain.