Isekai Tensei – Kimi to no Saikai made Nagai koto Nagai koto

"Neat the Underground. How do you know what Patriarch Charisma Clear's pen name is?

"Charisma? Not a rotten patriarch?

"Hmm ~. Hit it, Digger type conveys something like a saying?

"I'm not. Really, it's hard to explain..."

It was the classmates who spread weird cultures into this world long ago and still retain influence.

In the meantime, this was where it was confirmed.

Well, let's just say, what do we do now... you know? Sir.

"Fair enough, I want you to listen carefully. Root digging, mounding, mounding."

Lilac going back.

What was there was a large opposite couch and a big table.

On top of that, there were pastries and dishes that were not in our world, but that we had seen in previous lives.

"Well, even though the store is disgusting, the food looks like horses"

I miss you.

"And, my lord, this is all that I've never seen and it's dangerous! First the awkward taste the poison!

"What are you going to do with this? Mr. Vert."

"Hey, aren't you going to kill me?

Musashi and pets wandering in food we've never seen, but something we know well.

Just nostalgic things like pizza, nuggets, fries, potato chips and chocolate sticks.

I tried to get a slice of hot, troll cheese-ridden pizza and carry it to my mouth...

"My lord! So the awkward tastes poisonous. Yup! Ahhh, gabb!

Musashi was eaten from the side all at once for the pizza he tried to carry to his mouth.

Oh, come on, eat all at once like that...

"Puggyyyyyyy!"

You, you're a cat tongue, so don't eat anything that hot all at once.

Laughter leaked out of the store at the screaming and gobbling mustache over the floor.

But still...

"Ooh, yummy... this..."

Then a pet with a terrible mouthful of pizza said so with his face up.

"Delicious, this. On hot dough, cheese and tomato sauce? And this texture is good."

"Right? But don't eat too much of Amma Kohen's stuff. 'Cause you're gonna be fat."

"What, really?

But even though I'd be fat if I ate too much, I'd still eat it. Speaking of which, I ate hamburgers in the other world, but you didn't have one of these.

I missed it, and regretted it but normally felt like Umai.

"Huh. Vert, you and Neat seem familiar. Honestly, this kind of clue-eating dish is alienating in this world today. For lack of products or for some crap reason that it's the source of obesity."

"Ho, that's certainly crappy. It's nothing poisonous or narcotic, but you're too nervous."

"Exactly, it's too nervous, this world today!

Then he gave me a happy look at my reaction and Lilac stood up with his hands wide open.

"There were many proud cultures in this world. Even as Red, the founder of subculture, was betrayed by the world and imprisoned in a frozen prison, his remaining culture continued to live in the world for thousands of years"

Red. That's the name of the person that both the terrorists of the day were screaming about. The name of the person you tried to liberate.

"Before being jailed, the super vast database that Red left in the world. The Red Data Book was a treasure trove of ideas that not only looked far ahead in its time. There were cartoons, games, ebooks, computer technology, TV shows, laughter, colour, movies, sports, entertainment facilities, unlimited. They were communicated to future generations by those who succeeded Red's will, and independently developed them into the future. But what is society today?

Like a politician, I mean, this guy was a prince and a politician. While hot valve, assert.

"Both comics and games became less communicative, influenced by some genres and the source of crime, junk food and carbohydrates caused obesity and reduced life expectancy, eliminated any brothel to eliminate sexually transmitted infections and prostitution without love, and placed restrictions on socialization and marriage. The rules of sport were also greatly improved so that those with a lot of contacts were gradually eliminated into a world full of the weak. It's really lamentable."

And from the fact that all of that assertion, no matter what you hear, is doing the opposite of this world's policy, after all...

"Is Temeye involved with both daytime terrorists?

"When that happens, how do you get out? Vert Zieha, you."

Admitted. Really with clams.

"Isn't that what makes you like a trial?

"Heh heh heh. I don't need to tell you my true thoughts when I'm old enough not to tell the truth. [M] Anyway, they care about the outside and disagree. We say we are exercising our power and letting gold say things and play behind them, but we tell the people to be patient, and arrest them if they turn against us. There's gonna be a revulsion, right?

It was a little unexpected. Because this guy didn't look like he was lying.

That means the story is all true now.

To us we just met today?

"Isn't that, in a controlled society, rough right after being regulated?

"It wasn't regulated all at once. It slowed down. For example, intense cruel and violent portrayals, expressions that incite sexual excitement, such as movies and comics, set age limits, which also regulate the portrayal of the gradual death of a person, the depiction of bleeding, the exposure of a woman's skin, etc., and the destination that took years to reach was a world in which children born in an age when subcultures had already perished were grown up and made society. They who make the world today grow up without knowing the value of a doomed subculture and have no doubt whatsoever"

I don't doubt "none" because that was born in the "none" era. That feeling, you might somehow understand.

This life was born after dying as Asakura Ryuma and as Velt Ziha. A world where there was nothing natural in the previous life. But the world doesn't think that's strange.

I was also infidel as to why no one questioned "none".

"But if you don't doubt that there isn't, aren't you guys? You're not that old yet, are you?

"Yes. Neither did we. If only Patriarch Clear and Scarlet, the current leader of the Red Subcultural Organization, could rise up and teach us a great culture."

"At last, I didn't think anything of it unless I knew it, but now that I know about it, I'm not sure I can do without it anymore."

That's what I'm talking about.

Previous conversations. Musashi no longer looks like a chimp camp. Jarrenga and pets seem to understand somehow.

And keep your mouth shut all the time, Neat.

"Neto, what do you think of Temeer?

"Hmm?"

"You, too, aren't you on these guys' side?

What do you think of Neat, who seems more interested in these genres of culture than I am?

If I thought so, Neat seemed to be thinking of something else.

"Well, who's Red?

What Neat was thinking. It was all the culprits, named Red.

"Two thousand and three hundred years ago, one of those who transferred our fathers from Clarsentrephun to this world. Can I say to you that I'm a senior member of the Divine Clan?

"... one of the people? The people?"

"That's right. Those who put together the once scattered divine tribes and moved to different worlds, creating the foundations of this world. Well, as time stood, we all fell apart or split into nations."

Well, naturally speaking of which I do care.

That, the Charismatic Patriarch and I would be eighty-nine classmates.

And also the existence of a culture that spread to the world, including it...

"... bridgeway..."

"Hasiguchi? Neat, Temee, I don't think so..."

"... maybe..."

This is ironic.

Our class was certainly all dead and reincarnated.

But even if he was reincarnated, the country, the race, even the ages fell apart.

Because Bernando and Xynn are far older than me.

But this isn't it, is it?

"Two thousand and three hundred years? Naughty............"

"I really am. Two thousand years doesn't seem like a pin."

A long time ago I never got a voice or a scream.

I don't know what they thought, what they thought and lived by.

Well, don't hang up.

"Hehe, I don't know what the hell is going on, but I thought you, Vert, and Neat, would understand our cry. Together, let's smash this boring world and create a new one together! And at the end of it, join hands with us in your world and, together, defeat 'Moore'!

It's like a lilac who doesn't know what we're thinking like that, but there I spoke of my original purpose.

Working with us, trying to reclaim the culture of this world, and then walking over to each other, hand in hand, and fighting together.

With that in mind, Lilac offered his hand before me and asked me to shake it.

"Vert......"

"Your Highness?"

"Mr. Vert."

"Fluffy. Ahh. Talk yet?"

And what's the answer I give you in that?

"Well, do it yourself. I'm not interested."

That was my answer.

"... oh, wow, talking so hot doesn't show any interest? Ha, stop lying, Mr. Vert. You're not such a man, are you?

Lilac opened her eyes to surprise for a moment. But you're gonna laugh and joke about what I said right away, right? I'm telling you, it's nothing. I wasn't going to joke either.

"It would be your world's problem not to get that kind of culture back, though. Why do I have to get involved?"

Yeah, because it had nothing to do with us.

"No, no, I'm not, Mr. Vert. Our world will join hands with each other in the near future. And now you're joining hands with this boring world? You say, the world of blue sickness tans. No entertainment, no nothing. You're gonna work with the world?

"Entertainment. Sure, I don't know how complicated it feels to be regulated or gone from those people who fall for something like that. I also realized that a culture that I took for granted was something completely different... because I had that experience. But..."

"But what?

Yeah, I didn't even know what it was like to be with lilacs and terrorists.

"But I don't have to, and surprisingly, nothing happened? I am."

It's just that I don't know what I'm talking about, and that wasn't the reason I got involved there.

"Not as much as this world, from a developed 21st century Japan, I suddenly became the son of a farmer in the fantasy world. Rough, sloppy, unfaithful at first, but... in the end, that's all I am. I could digest in myself. Parents, childhood taming, mentors... cheap city people..., new encounters, and daughters and daughters. That was enough. Too much. I can't think of anything more right now. Culture. I can't believe it's entertainment, like I don't have time to worry about it. My day sucks now, it's crazy, it's fun, huh?

Yeah. I lost what I was supposed to have, and cursed my second raw at first. I resented it.

Then what now? That's not true. Fine dust.

"Of course not. He was there. Some guys were like untrained chunks, hated the world, and tried to destroy it as if it were a game. There was nothing left to be had, and he resented the world from the bottom of his heart. But in the end, he was trying to live by accepting the world."

And one man that came to mind in my brain. Once, a man who named himself 'McGee' and didn't expose himself to anyone.

But he's different now.

Now he's the father who protects his daughter and his wife. Sometimes the joke seems the same.

Well, in short...

"Well, in short. Don't push Temeer's hobbies on people. Just the ones who want to wake up the demo. But that's not just the demonstration, it's the terrorism, and the blade touches my world a little bit.... that's when... the strongest, craziest world will be against Temeer and the rest of us!

In short, I'm not culturally involved with these guys.

That was my conclusion.

Then Neat asked subtly.

"Vert, what are you going to do with the classmates?

I guess that's just a concern. If you don't work with these guys, I was wondering what you would do with the classmates you think are frozen.

But the sole was sole.

"I think about that over here. Including how I can free you."

"Oh, that's what I'm trying to do. But then, I think it's the same purpose as these guys."

"Huh? It's the same place to get there. So you don't even have to go with it, do you? Because... you're not my friend or anything!

Yeah, I just don't work with these guys, and I'm not saying I won't help.

I mean, that's all there is to it.

So, what do you say?

"No... trouble, trouble... I thought you would accept my thoughts"

"Huh? I'm a hundred pernonkes! I've got six daughters-in-law!

"No, I didn't, and you... because I thought you were a race that couldn't live in captivity with the established common sense of the world. Instead, don't you think the six of you are destroying civilization at the time your wife is here?

That might be a hit. But that's why it's too sweet to think anything will be in tune with that.

So, what do we do?

As much as I'm not going to be one of them anymore, I'm sure you understand.

So, what do we do?

Lilac then...

"But if you still don't understand, do you mean you'll be my enemies? If you do, it'll be a hassle, okay?

Lilac asking like a final notice.

I tried to tell him that my answer would still be the same.

Then it was then!

"Long story, huh?

Already, was it the limit of patience, my dark dragon arm passed directly beside me, poking my nails deep into Lilac's face and tearing them apart.

"What!"

"Prince Lilac!

"Shh, shh, shh, shh!

"Eh, what is that! Is that a show, too?

"No, it's real!

Ripped in the face and flipped, Lilac. With the intense noise, the store panics into sudden events.

Screaming, and screaming women going outside the store.

In the meantime, Jarrenga smiles like a three-day moon and tells the falling lilac.

"Look, it's so annoying, you can break it, right?

even if you sigh deeply, well, you don't mind me thinking this is a sign of separation.

"Wow, I finally did it, this guy. It's so hard."

"Prince Jarenga, uh-oh, my lord, please step back behind the awkward!

"Uh, you know, it's okay, this?

My people are worried, but they'll be fine.

Anyway, I know you're not gonna die like this at the party earlier.

"Oh, yeah. Well, I'm more clear than I am, and that might be fine."

See, I'm fine. Instead, Lilac laughed nitely, not spraying a drop of blood and remaining a torn face.

"But in that case, it would be more troublesome for us to get together with the current world government... and let's do something about you here?

Come on!

When I thought so, a shadow jumping at me from an unexpected direction.

It was a three-sentence play on the stage, a man called 'Senior' and a 'Junior' man.

"Don't let my lord touch a finger!

But the assault won't reach me.

The two shadows that jumped were knocked down with a musashi wooden knife that changed the color of his eyes.

"Well, you're a boulder. Wild Reflex Nerves"

Lilac is particularly nicotine when he says he's been slapped on his side by momentum.

Then a senior and junior man, who would have eaten a blow of stuffiness if it had been, stood up without even showing a painful sleigh.

And the way it looked was obviously different.

Musashi beat you to death and you are standing up with a broken knee or elbow.

But the next moment, the area that was supposed to have broken back in an instant.

"Oh, my God!

"Are these remodeled people, too?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, there's an immortal here, too?

When I thought so, Lilac laughed and opened his mouth.

"No, I'm not a modified person. It's" Seniors "and" Juniors "from" Modified Love Mobile Robots. "

"... what? Ro, Robo?

"That's right. Making me say the lines I programmed or represent my emotions is temporarily a hit product. Well, at the same time as my favorite game, I made a lot of modifications for security."

Then, even though the two had played so emotionally earlier, they now had black mechanical eyes and pampered their mouths with no expression.

"Intruder elimination simus"

"Deloitte Shimas"

Whoa, my body is a little deformed. If you look closely, your body's twig appears to have floated and rolled hot as if it had let its energy go across your whole body even more.

That's a lot of fun.

Well, if you're crazy, you lose to my favorite pet.

"Really, I don't give a shit. For fun? My favorite games are with dragon girls and tiger daughters. I don't understand Temeer's hobby, so I'm gonna destroy it, okay?

"Ha-ha-ha, I can't help it. Well then, all of you put it together...... I'll force you to wake up to a new world. Nemoori, moori, moori, moori."

Come on, let's not worry about it later!