It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Since dawn Monday, I've been desperate already. I don't get the job. I mean, I know, but I'm forgetting what I'm forgetting. While desperately fishing for TODO, I managed to stay in touch with all the places. Cheeks up convenience store lunch while already sagging for lunch break. I will do it this afternoon, desperately remembering a lot, but it is a mystery that I am strangely highly regarded for saying that it is a polite job for some reason. TODO finely crafted did it work? Summarize the TODO for the next day at the end of the day and head straight to Dealer School.

Mixed with students and society, I take classes, but there's quite a bit of pedagogy, and it's interesting to explain history, background, etc. There are a lot of people out there who talk about the rest of their time with the people they're taking. I don't know what to say, students want to eat abroad as a dealer as it is, and people in society have chosen dealers as hosts for extended periods of time and serious work. No, I develop a conversation, busily scratching in my heart to see if it's a serious job.

Modern Japanese life is a repeat of this. It's Christmas and New Year's Eve has dawned, but life hasn't changed. Tsugawa, Fujikawa, and Ando occasionally contact me about progress. Adjustment of material requirements is mainly due to the fact that this is just the beginning.

I postpone after work and dealer school, every day I read a book on farming, wondering what's going on with miso. I intend to follow the method of making miso in detail when I increase the amount when I get home, but Koji is such an increase...

Later, Christmas and, New Year, I was so lonely that I went back to Liz. From the other side, if you suddenly think you whined about Merry Christmas, you'd be the weird one to whine about congratulations. I was asleep. When I look at a little face, I get tempered to try my best.

About a month went by and Tsugawa contacted me frequently. The story was that the part of the mechanism was complete and that I wanted to give guidance on how to hit a nail. I can adjust lectures on Saturday and Sunday, so I schedule a date and head to the workshop. He's the one who originally did smartball development and early pussy nailers, so he owns the workshop himself. When I asked him why he had such a large piece of land when he was in Tokyo, he said it was an inheritance. I wonder if he's rich.

"As for the role, the hole where this color arrives, if balls are placed in each, the clasp comes off and falls inside. In doing so, balls tailored to the role are drained from the bottom to the plate."

Tsugawa fits balls in a colored hole. With the sound of putting the last one in place, the balls are swallowed up and the corn and balls roll out from the bottom onto the plate.

"The one above depends on the nail adjustment, but it's a sweet setting. Sounds like you're gonna fit in here early. It's a show ball. In fact, diving through here and aiming for the hole below won't be a big part."

"What happens if balls go to holes that are fitted with this?

"Oh, look. It plays like this, falls downstairs. It's a tactic to send them downstairs while aligning them."

That said, when Tsugawa drops the balls from the top, they are bounced by the balls that are nested and fall down.

"So, here and here nails. This is the liver. If the ball jumps and falls like this, this route or this route will almost become. It is this nail that plays it. I'm tired of customers if I don't fit in too well. It is good enough to be nested in a ratio of three to seven sides. It's a percentage that I find difficult but want to aim for. This nail is life to get that percentage out well. Because less than a millimeter of madness changes the movement of the balls. Look and remember."

As I watch the ball move, I check the position of the nail with a hit saying it would be around here. Watching it does change the movement dramatically just because it's uneven more than millimeters.

"This is a one-shot battle, but it's hard..."

"It's a matter of getting used to it. I'll hit the top nail on the edge of the tree around here, so try and remember with your body."

That's what I'm saying, I can make you nail him for a while. I thought it was a big deal to be human because I could feel less than or equal to millimetres with my hands after a month.

"Nice muscle. I might have been a good nailer back in the day. I don't have a job now."

With that said, Tsugawa laughs at the tease.

"Mechanism and blueprint, mould, and how to hit a nail on it. You got everything you need?

"Yes, I'm fine"

"Well, I'll pack it up and send it. Disassembly is possible, but there is nothing that can be done about the top plate portion. Big guy, can you get through the door?

"It's okay to lie down. Thank you so much."

I will shake hands with Tsugawa, thank you and resign.

Fujikawa, Ando and the others also provided samples and model paper, as well as blueprints of mannequins, ten units, and pre-assembly primitives. With regard to this, it is said that it is meant to make a spherical joint template, so he has looked closely at it. I ended up paying an extra three million or so. He also told me to ask for it if I had the chance.

The stubborn objects are increasingly being served in the personal warehouse of the Lords' Hall. Later, when the Tsugawa Bagatel arrives, I wonder if the transfer of the luggage is over. Seeds and koji have also been transferred.

While continuing his work and attending the dealer school, he made miso and lived every day reading agricultural books, but eventually graduated from the dealer school. Cherry blossoms are already buds. I celebrated my birthday, but I don't know my age either way, so I decided to keep thinking about it.

He took part in the graduate launch, celebrating each doorstep, while on his way home.

When I left for a little while, I was peeking into my sleeping face, but I could finally get back to Liz. I finally choose my aged homemade miso and agricultural book and move to the other world. The plastic barrels and lids that were filled with homemade miso were changed to wooden. I opened the lid and smelled it inside, but it hasn't changed this way. I'm relieved by that. Agricultural books have become a huge bunch of thick paper, and a hand-written situation. I knew it was elaborate......

By the way, there's almost nothing unusual about clothes and bagatels. The area was built as requested, so I'm talking about the three of them being awesome.

It was a long time ago, but it was four months before I even thought about it. I guess for Liz, it's less than enough events. Thinking about it, it's getting a little crazy.

Just miso, put it in a cold place in the warehouse, and dive straight into the futon. I look at my loving Liz's sleeping face, hugging her for a long time, meditating on her eyes. I fell asleep fluttered with a sense of security.