Isekai Taneuma

If the word "living corpse" had existed, no man would have liked it more than Feng at that time.

After the incident he did not return to school. When I went, it would be treated as a swelling anyway, and I couldn't help but remember the incident when I saw my classmates. Even if seniors did not graduate, they mostly lived in the same town, so I wondered which side of the table I could walk down.

I couldn't keep it at home even if I said something. At that time, he lived in his father's house, but he didn't know how to deal with his father, who had a bad relationship after the incident... He was a busy man, so I rarely met him, but if I stumbled across him in the house, I remembered the words of that time, rather the needle.

Why did it come to an end? Why didn't you kill him?

It did not allow him to object, like the bones of a fish that pierced his throat. No matter how much you regret it, your heartburn and helplessness will come and take away his energy to live.

That's why he couldn't stand it. I hated being protected by my father. And he ran away. The truth is, I hated my father by passing it on to the difference in values, even though it was caused by my weakness in mind.

But when I left home, there was nowhere to go for him, who was only a junior high school student. At least I wanted to meet her at a glance, and at Emilia's house, where I went to meet her, I couldn't help but be driven back by her family. They knew what Feng had done. Even if it was for her, that excuse didn't work.

And he wandered halfway through the riverbed that runs through somewhere in Tokyo.

At that time, he had less power to live than he does now. I didn't know that I could eat grass on the side of the road, and I couldn't put the fish down into three pieces. However, when I saw the blue seat tents lined up on the riverbed, I just thought I could handle them because they were alive. And that was the right answer. And then for about six months... he learned how to imitate homelessness and eat there.

It was an easy thing to do. The city was overflowing with waste food enough to help all the starving people in the world that day. As a measure against homelessness, it was deliberately flooded or severely trapped in a locked warehouse, but something that had been dumped into a poly bag without making any sense was also found.

Even if I hadn't done that, I could have bought a supermarket cut-off lunch box for 100 yen and 200 yen. And the 100-yen and 200-yen were also found quite often when I peeked under the vending machine.

And when I ate the calories that day, all I had to do was go back to the riverbed and sleep on cardboard. I could drink as much water as I wanted in the nearby park, and when it rained I slept in the park's playthings.

In doing so, one of the homeless came to threaten the strange kid, but as soon as he glanced at it, he left. I know you wanted to claim territory, but I don't know what you would do if you did that, so I guess that wild conjecture worked. At that time, Feng was fundamentally different from a normal child who threatened to run away.

As he lived homelessly, some of the people who cared for him appeared to speak up. The old man asked me to come with him because there was a cookout in the neighborhood church, and the next time I lent him my phone, he was a suspicious brother who wanted to do business with me.

The old man had a long history of homelessness and had a fine blue tent. The beams were firmly handed over to the square pillars received at the construction site, and there was no friction on the roof. The interior was overflowing with various items that had been picked up, and there were some old clothes hanging from the hangers that were tied to the beams. It was pretty clean and didn't smell homeless at all.

It seemed to cook everything on a cassette stove, but because the cylinder cost was unbearable, it was often overrated with cup ramen. As soon as I bought it, it would be stolen, so it seemed like I was carrying all the cash, and surprisingly, I even had a bank account and a cash card.

Homeless and greasy, he taught me the classic job of picking up empty cans and magazines. He even told me about other factories that buy scrap iron, and contacts that offer daily work. Feng was a junior high school student and a runaway boy, but he didn't show any interest, so he gave me a mechanical job. Though it was a low wage for a tight job, I thought it would still work out, passing the 5,000 yen bill of daily allowance through the sun.

My brother is a bad person who doesn't even hate such a job, and always carries a lot of smartphones and does something. Most of the time, it seemed like they were collecting coins by launching a large number of free apps to get points, but they also worked like reselling from overseas auction sites and running dark gold. If you get in touch, take the money and go to your client. It's the reverse version of the so-called receiver, but this way Dark Money won't find out who he is. I didn't know what the benefits would be, but there would be some meaning to it when there was demand.

If I had so many smartphones and wondered what was going on with the charging, it seemed that I knew a number of points that could be stolen. I usually replace the fast-food shop with an office, so that's all I can do. I had a lot of suspicious overseas SIMs, and the cards that I used well were scattered on the table. Probably sourced from around Southeast Asia with the resale.

Rather than being homeless, he was an exact Necafé refugee, but he never slept in a Necafé. In other words, there were few things to sleep on, and when I slept for about an hour in the park or at the fast food store, I woke up again and played with my smartphone. The number of meals was small, and she had a pale face and a flying figure. When she asked why it was okay, she said she had medicine to keep her awake.

He said he would give it to me, so I tried it, and my head felt like a lie and I didn't really fall asleep after a long time. It's so dramatic, what is this? When I asked him, he declared it to be a sensitizer with a cheerful expression. It goes without saying that Feng slept tightly the next day.

It was like that, because it was a man who was swinging away in a bad moral direction, so it was the last thing I wanted. One day, I said we would do business together, so when I got on board, I was given a smartphone and made to imitate the call center. Call center or reply to a chat, apparently a scammer.

My brother wrote to an address that was registered in the social media fishing sweepstakes, "Are you interested in the entertainment industry? I was sending a message. Ordinary people ignore it as ridiculous, but they respond more often than they think. Feng replied to a large number of messages and picked up something that might have a pulse and gave it to his brother. My brother drew money from the address for various reasons, such as the lesson fee and registration fee, and made an incredible amount of money in a short period of time. I really think it's ridiculous to work normally.

But this is a fraud. Why do you ask me if I don't have a conscience to blame? and returned it with true face.

"The only one who gets caught up in this kind of trick is such an idiot. Or he's about to be crushed by unbearable vanity. I've temporarily satisfied their approval needs, so I can't be blamed for being grateful. Look at the politicians, look at the press. Is there an example of them keeping their word? Get money by arranging beautiful things. What's different from me?"

My brother then sent the rough money abroad through Dark Gold's account and was arrested by a tight investigator as he attempted to fly to another base in Southeast Asia. They were the only ones caught at Ibaraki Airport, not Haneda or Narita. After that, for a while, an agent often came to the fast food shop, and Feng was also qualified for his job, but he kept saying, "I don't know."

My brother is gone, but I didn't think I'd miss him in particular. Because he was a person with different values, he couldn't help being arrested, and if he came out of the wall, he would do something bad again. Feng went back to picking up empty cans and magazines, but it didn't last long. Not because I saw how to make fun of it, but simply because I got tired of the work. Shut up, you can't eat without that much money. The biggest enemy of homelessness was free.

That's when I met my grandfather. My grandfather was an acquaintance of the old man who lived on the riverbed and had many wild cats. Once upon a time, when I was protecting wild cats around here, people came and threw their pets away. Since then, my grandfather has been taking care of me, but it seems that he was somehow noticed by the administration as a feeding grandfather. Who is to blame?

The administration wanted to take the cat to the health center, but it wouldn't hold back, so the grandfather managed to find a foster parent, but no one wanted to get a homeless cat, so it was lightly packed. The bureau said that the health center would find it and tried to take it back by force, but then it would be slaughtered. As a result, the grandfather hid the cat in his tent during the day and acted at night. He was so old that he couldn't work hard anymore, and he couldn't live without the help of his people.

But my grandfather had knowledge. In the evening, while saying that it was really a bad thing, Grandpa was fishing in the river to feed on worms and catching fish. The rest was simmered with wild grass that had been picked in the river, chestnuts, persimmons, walnuts and figs were harvested, and the natural fruits in the park were harvested to make preserved foods. There was also a sneaky field on the riverbed. Feng was surprised to be able to eat in the middle of the city without spending any money. Natural things are also the focus, not on waste food.

The impressed Feng was apprenticed by his grandfather, who taught him the types of wild grass to be eaten and the trees of fruit. I also learned how to fish, and was taught not only about bumps, but also various tricks. Fishing was the perfect way to spend time in a homeless life, and Feng quickly went into it. As I was told, I bought boat tickets at the convenience store, and the fishing rods were also freshly stocked for me. The fish caught in gratitude went to the cat, and I gave my grandfather an annual pass, but I never used it after all. It stands out that homeless people like my grandfather are fishing. So he acted only in the quiet night of his sleep, otherwise nothing would have changed. Still, my grandfather was delighted because he had been distracted until now. He wondered why ethics were so different even for the same homeless.

Regardless, a new hobby was created, and Feng enjoyed a homeless life. Fishing and gathering wild grass fed me every day, occasionally spinning up empty cans and magazines, sometimes getting alcohol from my old man, and sometimes being chased by suspicious outsiders with illegal drugs hidden there... every day. Thanks to me, I hardly remember Emilia or my father.

Maybe that's why I was so alarmed. He slightly forgot who he was.