Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Very awkward.

Since my face hasn't changed since before I was reincarnated, I just assumed that Mr. Negishi knew about me.

But if you open the lid, she doesn't seem to remember me at all.

I only get a slight reaction back when I say my name.

Then, as I panicked, he said, "Sashima, I remember you," but it says I can't remember it in my face, so I can tell in one shot that it's a lie.

Mr. White couldn't read his emotions on quite a poker face, but Mr. Negishi seems like the type to go moro on his face.

Still, it's embarrassing.

You know, I was assuming you remembered me, or I'm so ashamed of you for being over-conscious!

If you ask me, it's been years, and even if I don't remember the face of my classmate, is it natural?

I remember Mr. Negishi, for one thing, because of the intensity of her presence.

Yoshiko Negishi.

She was a floating presence in the class.

From the looks of it, the impact was strong, but more importantly, the behavior is strongly impressive.

Mr. Negishi mostly slept in the morning even when he went to class.

Besides, the chairman of the committee, Kudo, may have cautioned, but all he returns is the glance as if it seeps even the intention to kill.

I couldn't help but think he sucked.

It was isolated in the class, naturally.

That Mr. Negishi will change if he changes.

I always only pointed a hateful glance at others, but now I'm changing my face and face.

High-pressure narratives also sound somewhat stronger, and I see a childhood worthy of age.

Being reincarnated means you should have a higher mental age than you look.

It's not for me to decide whether or not that change is a good idea.

If that's all he wants, that should do it.

From what I can tell, I think it's a lot easier to deal with. [M]

I think it's awkward after all.

Sometimes they forgot, but they just killed each other before.

Why did Mr. White leave without saying anything?

The fact that we're alone in this air is a high hurdle.

"Hmm. Will you not call me Negishi? My current name is Sophia Kellen. Call me by your name."

Because I named him Lars. That doesn't sound like it goes with it. [M]

For reasons different from mine, I guess I don't like being told my old name.

Maybe she doesn't like who she was in her previous life.

It was also clear from the attitude that everything around it in the previous life was hateful.

"Okay. Well, from now on, I'll call you Mr. Sophia."

I have no reason to deny it. [M]

I can't talk about people, either.

"So why did Mr. White bring us together?

Ask that to change the subject.

Because I thought the topic about names was just bitter for each other even if we went on like this any longer.

"I don't know."

"Huh?"

But I didn't expect that answer.

"I don't know. What they didn't say."

"Uh."

You said you came here without being told anything?

Oh, speaking of which, if anything is said, why don't you try to attack me on the encounter?

"So you really just let me see you?

"I don't think so. Maybe there's something in this book?

Mr. Sophia puts up a book.

I dropped my eyes on the book that Mr. White gave me, too.

What Mr. White gave me was books and clothes.

I don't really want to think about the clothes, the torso, the pockets and this cloth, but...?

I don't care how you look at it, it looks like a samurai or some kind of outfit, but does this mean wear it to me?

For once, I grew up in modern Japan, and wearing these clothes is like cosplay and resistant.

Well, that's a lot compared to just the condition of my underwear when my anger was activated.

Let's put the clothes on hold.

So, the book says nothing on the cover.

It's not that thick, it's like a notebook.

When I turn around, it says something by hand.

"White's Easy Skills Course"

When I did it, it was a cute round letter, with such a title written on it.

Plus, with an illustration as if the deformed spider character was making a small leap.

"This, what?

"Come on? Didn't you write it when you were drunk?

What's that supposed to mean?

I can't imagine Mr. White.

Wine?

You want a drink?

"Your husband's personality changes when he drinks. You should think of your husband as someone else when you're drunk."

Heh.

Hmm!?

"Your husband?

Somehow, there's a word you don't listen to.

What, your husband?!?

Is that what this is all about!?

"Hey, can you not imagine weird? Because your husband and I have no weird relationship!

"No, no, no! What do you mean, your husband? That's weird at the point where you're calling me that!?

"I'm not calling you because I want to! That's the kind of curse I'm under!

"Curse?"

"That's right. A curse that can only be called your husband."

What a stupid curse!

"What did you put such a curse on for...?

"Come on? Because it's a crime in a drunk state. Neither do I."

"Can't you solve it?

"They can't. Because it seems to be a powerful curse, as much as it was helped by the effect of this level of laughter."

I saw a terrible waste of curse.

Or the image of Mr. White, who curses like that, keeps crumbling in me.

"Anyway, I'm gonna read this book. The portions aren't that much, and you'll be able to read them right away."

You don't want to talk about the curse any more, Mr. Sophia forcefully changes the subject.

And I just spread the book out and got in a reading position.

Looks like they kind of unilaterally broke off the conversation, which is plain shocking.

Well, I know you can't help but hate each other for killing each other, even if you know it.

Maybe I was hungrier for dialogue than I thought.

He was the same reincarnator, and he probably wanted someone who could talk to him about everything on a reciprocal basis.

With that in mind, I turned my attention to the book, too.