Kimama ni Tokyo Survive

It's morning. It's a fun day to pick a motorcycle.

I'll wake up with the guts pose. Nieto is early in the morning.

I can no longer wear pants full of holes and bloody, so I wrap myself appropriately with my clothes on the spot. While wearing a tight long-sleeved shirt and the like, she went out with a lack of stretch. I can see the pants, but they are quite fine.

It is a day of precious cloth garbage collection, and throws sacks and sacks. Farewell, I'm a sociopath. Looking down at the bloody suit... I wonder if you can retrieve this. Well, I wrapped it in other clothes from above, so I'm sure it's okay. Yeah, I'm fine!

Then throw the envelope into the red post... and your hand stops when you put it on. Needless to say, it is a retirement aspiration, and if you let it go, you will not be a social person. I didn't think I'd hesitate to come here.

It's still a long way from being accepted, but this is a path that cannot be reversed. I remember the very difficult interview and the faces of my parents who were delighted by the miracle.

I don't know, but I felt like crying, and I unexpectedly looked up at the blue sky.

Murmuring thank you, I let go of my finger. The sound of falling into the post makes me exhale gently. It sounded like I finished my role as a member of society.

... eh, is mailing insane?

I don't know, there are no formal rules for filing a retirement report in the first place. This kind of thing is troublesome, so I want to end it quickly and crisply. Modern Neet is busy.

Because there will be procedures, should I go to the company once or twice? Trouble. I wish civilization would perish.

Well, no. Rather, it's a motorcycle day.

That's right, I'll start walking around.

I wish I could find a good one at once, but this is hard because of luck. If there's anything to come, I'd love to be a partner.

No, but I'm really glad I renewed my mid-sized license. I don't ride motorcycles first when I become a member of society, and it was more troublesome to have them.

By the way, I can't be a scooter. I like to run tightly and be durable, full of function and beauty.

Walk around the shopping district thinking about things like that.

If you go a little further, the shop will be sparse, and there is a motorcyclist who was carrying his feet to a secluded place further afield. Looking at the colorful motorcycle, she groaned that it was still there.

Rather than looking online, I want to look at the actual product and select it carefully. Sometimes there are excavations. Well, that's just my idea, and it's faster online now, really.

When I opened the glass door, there was a middle-aged man sitting in a pipe chair, and he closed the newspaper and looked up.

"Oh, you have a nostalgic face. What happened during the day of the week? Are you off work?

"I was thinking about buying a bike. To commemorate my resignation."

I was puzzled by that expression, but my smell didn't stop, so I was shouted, "I can't help it."

Ah, I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to it. I bought a motorcycle years ago, and I used to run around without meaning.

"What, you haven't decided what to buy yet? What do you want?

Hmm, there are a few conditions.

The first thing to do is look good. I can't take this off.

To be able to run on rough roads next. Don't punch me.

Good fuel efficiency and power. Avoid futile noise.

Finally, overwhelming style.

"I see. I have no idea."

Well, I haven't decided either.

"Hmm, as usual, Goto. Some kind of head screw is flying. If you think you're going to calm down as a member of society, this is it."

Don't make people look like they're faulty.

"I'd rather have a broken item that can be fixed."

Ahh, is that so?

Well, I know there's something wrong with it. Collaboration doesn't matter how old I am, and I don't really remember it.

Didn't you see that? If you read the horse racing newspaper, just let it go, and the old man got up from the pipe chair.

"I can't help it. I don't have any work in the morning and would you like to go around with me? I'll tell you who's in good shape."

"Khuu, uncle is disgusting! I hate you!"

Uhahaha, she laughed.

Now, motorcycle choices, considering the future - well, specifically the vague image of a devastated world - I want a tough guy who can run even on rough roads. I don't mind thinking about spare tires and other equipment later.

When I told her that, she introduced me to some off-road products, but I wonder if it's a little different. I also carry luggage, and I don't really like light colors such as white and red. I want you to stay a little bit tighter. I want you to show me a gem that tickles my manhood.

Speaking so enthusiastically, the old man had a face that reminded him of something and quickened his fingers saying, "Come here."

Could it be a home shutter just a short distance from the site? Open it rattling. Unconsciously, I fell in love with the body that appeared in front of me. You can say you fell in love at first sight.

"Ko, Ko, this is...!!

"Fufu, this is a scouting motorcycle used by the militia. Deep green and powerful body. I don't know, you like it."

Guaaaahh, look good!

Compact but full of functional beauty, it's not really comparable to off-road cars with flashy bright colors!

"250cc, but it's still tingling, and it's more stable. I had a hard time fixing it, because it's not a replica, it's a real one. If you don't have as many connections as I do, you can't buy them."

"Sensei, please sell this to me!

When he sat down without hesitation, the old man said, "Hey!" I panicked.

"Oh, my gosh, it's not for sale... but I thought you were the other guy who said no."

"Is that because I'm beautiful!?

"No, I'm going to persuade you for weeks. You're a really stubborn, annoying guy who won't give up."

So stunned.

It's stupid, because persuasion doesn't cost money, so it's decided on an annual basis, right? It's a real match after I show my annoying face.

Well, when you show it to me, it's a decision to be bought. I was just wondering if you wanted to show them off.

The old man exhaled a breath that seemed to give up for a while.

"Well, I can't resist what the beauty says. He's my retirement celebration."

Ki, here he comes! Boom, I got up.

We did it! Best Shopping! Look, I'll definitely find it more interesting to brag about town.

Then there are procedures, so I bought a worn-out cycling car as a connection until then.

Ghhhhh, I can't sleep because I'm looking forward to the delivery! It's going to ruin the ground!

Hmm, yeah.

Ignoring repeated calls from the company requires serious consideration of skills and skills. Think while sitting on a park bench.

Fortunately, these blue screens don't seem to be visible to the people around you, so let's take a snug look at the sandwich.

Skills are a substitute that I don't quite understand yet. But this is saving my life. Remember, it won't hurt, and it will probably be taken care of forever.

You have 10 points left to earn skills.

This is increased by level-ups and includes bonuses for defeating superior players.

Guidance, what skills can I use to convert the magic stones and materials I picked up into weapons?

Please set your occupation (job) to blacksmith (Blacksmith) and use magic stone processing from your derived skills

Oops! Then I'll remember that.

What kind of profession is that? What was that about? Because I'm Neat?

When I looked closely at the screen in front of me, there was a small "Occupation (Job) Column" at the end.

I see. Can't you see it if you don't touch me? Sure, I don't have much chance of seeing it.

Nh, why not?

There are several other suggestions for selection in the Occupation column that appears.

I think it will probably be derived from each job. Because there is a margin that looks like that, and I can see the branch slightly.

Now I can choose between Warrior, Explorer, Healer, and Blacksmith. Apparently it will increase depending on the skills and behaviors acquired, but I don't know the details.

By the way, it seems we can get more than one of these. Like a healing warrior. However, the job points are determined separately, and the job level can only be raised within the upper limit of this.

"Hmm, can you have some professions (jobs)? I'd like to specialize, but the blacksmith has a bit of a swing."

Hmm, and I'm worried.

It is likely that there will be more professions in the future. However, taking blacksmiths is a decision, so let's keep it up and think about it again when the profession grows.

The job point is 30 so far. I have no hands at all.

Tap anyway to earn Blacksmith LV1. You'll also see the skills you can acquire, adding "Sword" and "Axe" to your stats in addition to the "Magic Stone Machining" you just heard about.

Oh, this is an automated skill. You're tied to a job, I'm sure. If I raise one more thing... oh, I knew it was going to increase. A bow and shield? What is the success rate of the assembly?

About 40% of magic stones are processed at level 2. This will change the difficulty to Magic Stone level.

Hmm, right. It's tough not to tell.

I don't want to challenge with less than half the chance because it is a material that I took at my own risk. So I raised another level and ran out of points. I shake it all up, but I don't care.

Spears, helmets, and nails were added to the new production list.

Five, ten, fifteen and the numbers you need have increased. Then it seems likely that we will be able to raise it a long time ago.

Then, find what you can make from the materials you have now.

Six black guys like sugar and one magic stone. The name is displayed. I'm sure you've become a blacksmith.

Which one is "Dark Gravel Bullet" and "Dark Gravel Magic Nucleus"? That's all I can say.

Well, no. Looks like you can only make a sword, and it's processed.

What a daytime park bench. Me too, dude! And the white smoke came out, and it was stinging.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck, ahh, ahh! Ouch!

The pigeons are running away with Baba, and the elementary school kid is stunned and his heart is stuck!

Successfully processed magic stones with a success rate of 62%. I will embody it.

Shuuuu... left a little smoke at the end, and there was a sword there.

A dark rubble sword (barrette sword) burst out, clapping from the kids. Hey, this is a gunshot law violation! Hey, you're getting a job!

I hurriedly wrapped the cardboard in the trash and finally took a breath. Come on, kids, don't go home full of shit!