Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I've always had a less accommodating personality than people. [M]

Pierce what you thought was right.

Sometimes people would say I'm proud in a good way, or I'm ready, but from most people I think it was depressing.

When I was in kindergarten, I fought and tried to protect the older kids trying to occupy playthings by themselves.

Because the first time we were playing, they came later and tried to get rid of us.

I desperately resisted and made the older boy cry.

Eventually, the fight subsided when the caregiver's sister went into a stop.

Naturally I was angry. [M]

Why would I be pissed off for doing the right thing?

That's what I didn't understand at the time.

I know now, but the fact that I had a fight also got the kids I was playing with involved and injured.

Some of the kids cried.

The bad news is that the older kids came later and tried to steal the plaything.

That's for sure.

But was it right for me to have a fight with those kids?

That still doesn't have an answer.

However, I think I vaguely understood at this time that the right thing would not necessarily be absolute right.

At the time, I only knew vaguely.

Then I swung my correctness every time. [M]

Literally, wiggle your fists.

I stopped bullying in elementary school.

I bought the lizard back in middle school.

To give a small example, I have no kiri.

I wasn't learning anything about martial arts.

But you can't imagine it from the slightly low-height look, but it was always unbeatable.

You had that hand talent or you were good at moving your body exactly as you imagined.

You just wouldn't have beaten someone who was genuinely learning to fight, but you couldn't beat an amateur opponent.

I shouldn't have done that.

By the time I graduated from middle school, I was floating around.

I even got the ungrateful nickname "Kid".

I didn't mean to do anything wrong.

But I don't think that turned out right either.

Well, at the time I relied on the fist for a solution in the rule-of-law state of Japan, it probably had nothing to do with correctness.

Folding puberty.

I don't know about correctness, how dusky it was.

Locally, I was already isolated, so the high school got a little further away.

So I stayed as discreet as possible.

Fortunately, Heijin High School, to which I was supposed to attend, had a mild school style and nothing excessive, such as bullying.

I used to speak ill of Mr. Negishi in the shadow of a real horror child or something, but it never directly harmed him.

Rather, it might have been more of a problem for some girls to be malicious about Young Leaf.

However, I was able to put up with Young Leaf because he didn't seem to care about it.

I could also call myself a friend, and those two invited me to something called an online game.

I had never played a lot of stuff called games before, but I enjoyed playing with my friends and immediately glanced at them.

What I was playing in that game was an avant-garde attack and a blacksmith.

We make weapons of our own use with blacksmiths and fight with weapons we make.

I had made many different kinds of weapons and changed my colossal gear.

Joon and Ye Tao, who were playing together, were told to unify their weapons, but using a variety of weapons was fun to discover with that.

But there are some things behind the fun that I still can't forgive.

Poorly mannered player.

Bulletin board that makes me feel bad when I watch it.

That kind of thing, evil existed.

That, like in middle school, was something I couldn't solve with my fists.

I know.

As much as being in high school means not all the right things in the world.

But still, I get angry.

Hit the game with that anger.

That's how I tell myself.

Still leaves something like a lump in the depths of my heart.

Really, I'm not accommodating.

That's how I spent my high school life without waving my fist.

Would something have changed if you knew it would end lightly?

I don't know.

Either way, I'm dead.

I don't really know the cause of death, but I can understand that he's dead.

Because I'm reborn.

Honestly, I couldn't admit it at first.

I knew that reincarnation was a light novel borrowed from Ip Ta.

In one corner of my head, I understood unrealistically that what I had experienced was that reincarnation.

But it's another story to convince me to understand.

Plus, all the more so if that's clearly not Earth, a rebirth in another world.

My rebirth is apparently a so-called fantasy world.

It's a world where goblins and stuff come out.

I'm not sure about the civilization level, but maybe it's not that high?

Besides, apparently there's some magic.

I witnessed the moment when I was using magic, and I think it's probably real magic if it's not a trick.

A few days after I was born, I was vaguely thinking about it.

To be clear, I couldn't have done it without sorting out the situation like everyone else.

In other words, reality escapes.

But you can't just not admit it's time.

What you see around you is a qualitative house.

It's a small village, and the building of a house is simple.

Villagers crossing there.

Well, I'm not a person.

An equal lower body compared to a person.

Green skin.

Pointed ears.

Sharp dog teeth.

Whatever you think, the goblins themselves that come out of the game or something.

This is the village of Goblin.

And I was born in that goblin village.

Green skin if you lower your gaze.

Oh, yeah.

I'm a goblin, too.