My Reality is a Romance Game

"What is this? Why is there only milk?"

"Do you hate milk?"

Hikami asked with a look that such a thing should not happen. Fortunately, Yu morning shook his head.

"But milk is good! Milk is awesome! It'll make your breasts bigger?"

"Hey, that's a hoax."

"But he's not big! He drank so much milk!"

"No, no, Hikami is born!"

"That's not true! I was drinking every day when I was in school!"

"And then ..."

"What about that?"

"No. No effect ..."

Basin!

The milk pack has come flying. painful.

"Than that. What's your name?"

I quickly grabbed the ruptured milk pack, drank it, asked a question, and Yuasa stared at me. I was in trouble instantly. There are many strangers with the same name in the world. Whatever the name, just say the name.

"Yu morning ..."

"e?"

"Yusha Midori!"

I changed my name, leaving my last name. Is that better?

"Ah, right. Oh, the teacher and surname are the same? Ah! Relatives? As expected!"

Rather, as if he had answered the question of having a similar ability with a similar sword, Hikami joined his palms.

Because it was a misunderstanding that did not need to be corrected, I tried to look for Yu morning.

"Well, well, that kind of thing ..."

Yu morning also affirmed while scratching the back of the head.

"It was so strong, Yuasa-san! Why was he so strong that year?"

"I'm strong, huh. What are you going to practice with? Well, I'm not without a conscience! I'll let you spend here, so I have to give it back."

"Is this true? Recently, my teacher hasn't practiced much ... and my seniors are a bit ... I was in trouble."

The ice scratched his cheeks. Doesn't it make you feel challenging to practice because you don't become a partner?

"It's better to be stronger than my weak ones!

When Yumoru said so, Hikami nodded with pleasure.

It's on ice that I've always wanted to be strong.

"Hey, come here."

I pulled out of Yuyu morning.

"It's good to help Mr. Hikami's practice. Up to that point, but I'll ask you, don't just do weird imitations. Don't be indiscriminate, otherwise you won't help.

"Hmmm. I was doing the work of the solver before resetting. I could do as much as I want. More than that, can you help me? How do you help me?"

"Please wait for related items to come out."

"Related item?"

"Yup"

"What about gacha?"

"Yeah, it's bingo if you get something similar to the item you came over here. Anyway, there's such an item, so could you come here?"

"I'm amazed. When is it?"

"In my case, there's a way to get good items out of the way. Believe and wait."

"What is it? What is it! Where is that way! Share it immediately!"

"It's a secret. Isn't the systemic thing a secret?"

"Oh oh, sly! Sly!"

"Away, this guy! Anyway, I'm going out for the items, so stay calm"

Is it sly? Anyway, Yu morning is a method that cannot be used even if it is known.

I grabbed my body and swayed to the left and right, forcibly pulled away Yuasa, who called me sloppy.

"Anyway, drop in as much as possible. It's a complicated situation. So is the dojo."

"That's good. I'm welcome!"

Hikami started stroking my head.

I have to do more.

Each of these might have been connected. Games are that kind of thing.

That that morning could not be returned may be a forceful intervention.

Anyway, so the most important thing before something starts is reinforcement.

The ability to win rather than draw with Yu morning in front of you.

That's about it, so you can react if another player comes up.

This mission has earned one billion dollars.

In addition, thanks to the Yuasa's case being so stunned, it was resolved without spending one billion.

So there was 2 billion left. That's enough money to strengthen.

Of course, you need Kuzora for that.

As soon as I got out of the house on ice, I called Kuzora.

*

Gunfight.

Bullets fell from here and there.

Yoshine Kitani In the meantime, an unexpected bullet flew toward Shiraseshiki. As the white group pushed out of the valley, the bullet sunk into the white plate.

Oh!

A white group fell with a scream. Kitani grabbed such a white body and shouted.

“You!

"I too ... I thought I could avoid it.

A bullet penetrating the chest. Blood continued to flow from my chest and mouth. He seemed unlikely because he hit a key point. Even though Kitani knew it, he couldn't give up his friend.

"I'm gonna do my best from the beginning? This kind of work ... What can't we pass on the secrets of our homeland to the mercenaries?"

Shirase handed out a secret document from his bosom to Kitani.

"But ... I can't forget my nationality, even though I work as a mercenary in another country. Sorry."

"I don't mind dying because I agree and join the work! Don't say that, keep your breath!"

"It's useless. You've beaten your heart. So ... this and ... my family ..."

In that way, Kitani lost his best friend.

I managed to escape from that place,

I couldn't take anything back except for the wristwatch that I asked my son to give me.

Kitani returned home to hand over the remains to his family.

However. Even though it prevented confidential material containing essential technology from passing to other countries. Nobody admitted it.

[Overseas mercenaries die in cooperation with terrorists. ]

Rather, the whole sentence of this article was complete.

One of the articles made my friend just a terrorist collaborator.

"Damn. Don't say stupid things!"

Kitani threw a newspaper. I visited the related organizations many times, but the answer was cold.

"Let me meet the people above!"

"Can not do that"

"Do you not need this material? This is ... related to national interest ..."

"I'm sorry"

Kitani was stunned. When this happened, myself and my friends were as good as dead. In other words, it is useless death.

No, it doesn't matter. I didn't care about that. Most discouraged were the family of a terrorist wife and son.

"My dad is not a terrorist!"

Even when you visit to get your belongings.

My friend's son said so. I didn't forget to give me money because I had insurance. I don't care about money. Money. My friend died on behalf of me, so as long as my body is strong, I can earn and send it.

However, I could not stand my friend's wife and son being tormented by others.

However, Taka is from overseas mercenary. There was nothing I could do to kill someone.

Just assuming insurance and sending money.

One day like that.

A woman appeared next to Kitani. It was a high school girl in uniform. Surrounding it were people in black suits.

"I heard you."

"Yes?"

"You're really good? Nobody from the mercenaries has done as many operations as you, right? I'm looking for a guard to be loyal to me. It's a boring job, but it's my life I choose myself because I'm at work. I'm proud that I have an eye to see people. "

"Who are you ...?"

"I gave my allegiance to myself, but I was betrayed. I'm not bored, but I love that loyalty, so now I'm loyal to me. I'll run around the construction site and get 100 times more money."

"I refuse. I don't know who you are. Guarding is a matter of life. It's a professional."

"Refuse? Did you say you refuse now?"

"Some people are useless without me. I'm in trouble because I can't watch if I die."

"I've heard that too, but it's too ridiculous. It's a boring sentiment. Come silently under me. It's like a medal. You can buy it with money.

"e?"

"I'm telling your friends medal and pension. And I'll pay you a lifetime guarantee. For the time being, the name is from a country. You don't even need it, so you'll work under me without compromising your talent, I'll reply by tomorrow, after which I won't accept any imitations. "

The woman said so and turned her back.

And that day.

Even though he had not responded, his friend was acknowledged for his death for the country. The friend's son jumped and rejoiced, and his wife wept all day.

It was a kind of salvation. It is just money relief.

It was a rescue that was not given no matter how much I struggled. It was a rescue that brought peace of mind to Kitani himself.

*

island.

A party was held on an island with sparkling blue waters.

Of course, the name was party, but it was also a meeting place for millionaires in different countries.

It is also a place of frenzy.

Kushiro was also present at this unimaginable party, where the island itself is a party venue. Behind the scenes is the most solid asset.

However, Kuzora was not very happy.

"Upset"

With that said, she shook hands with a laugh with the United States rich man who came closer afterwards.

"But international relations are important. It's even more irritating to have a handshake."

"That's right?"

Kuzuka stared at her hand and said,

Contact with others does not feel so good. Rather, the darkness springs up.

I feel like millions of dark servants caught myself in a black room trapped as a child and never let go.

Kitaya nodded at such a gloom in the Kuzora.

"Of course, hugs are not. U.S. culture has that kind of thing, but we don't have that. And if you hug you have to kill. So it's no good."

Everybody who has hugged himself has died. That's the case with the name Uncle Hunting. Kitani couldn't understand what Kuzoku would say. I could say myself, but I couldn't help answering it because it was a question.

"That is, of course. Who is not afraid of the young lady's body."

"Yes, you can't kill your business partner every time you hug. Rather, it's better not to do it.

After a brief handshake and greetings for the project, Kuzora finally lay down on an empty beach umbrella chair and closed his eyes.

"This project. How much do you make?"

"That's the calculation ..."

The secretary next to the guards tried to make a profit, but Kuzora paid his hand.

"Okay. I'm bored when I hear it. I don't want to do it, but I hate to ruin it because it hurt my pride. So I can't help but. It's really boring."

Kuzora swelled her cheek while saying so.

"Isn't it nice to take you?"

It is clear who you are saying. However, Kitani did not say anything. It's a very sensitive topic.

"My uncle has been a bit rough recently."

Kuzora finally closed his mouth after the words. And silence came for a while. Only the sound of the waves remained on the beach, but thinking about something, Kuzora saw Kitani and opened his mouth again.

"You, die for me? Protect me and lose my life. Well, that's right."

"Not surprisingly, that's the job of the guards. Young lady."

"So you're going to be loyal to me, right?"

"Isn't that professional? I told you when you first came to scout me."

Kitani nodded strongly. I became a guard to protect her who saved me. There is now a life-giving subject given by a friend. That's why I heard that my mouth just hurt.

"You, then do you love me?"

"What? What is that ...?"

In response to that question, not only Kitani, but all nearby guards rushed and stared at each other. The poker face collapses instantly.

"It's normal to die for me."

"That's right. I think there are many types of sacrifice ..."

"Well, my uncle said that, so it's difficult. I don't know at all."

Instead of loving someone, Kuzuka was the first to think so much about someone. Kusuku had an unknown sense of the delicate world that he had never tried or had not taught.

If she had any unusual changes recently, she'd really want to know what she had ignored.

"I don't know because I'm not married ..."

"I don't know, what? Is there something?"

"That's ... what if you think about it in reverse?"

"vice versa?"

"Yes, if he just lives for loyalty?"

"What? It's not surprising that you are dedicated to life for loyalty? No?"

"Yes, that's right. Not only me, but all the people here are the ones who were saved by the young lady."

"So?"

"No, that's .... That's why. If that's the case, isn't it just the same feeling as protecting us? ... I'm sorry to be cheeky!"

"My uncle is just a professional ... Protect me? Protect me because I told you to be loyal?"

He has demanded loyalty from him.

It was quite a lot.

My uncle always told me that I just had to submit.

With that in mind, Kuzora picked up the tip of her hair. And I took it to my nose and turned it around. While doing so, I wrinkled all over my eyebrows with a look that I didn't like.

"That's ... Isn't it something ...?"

Just that moment.

Even though I was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, the cell phone that I had not let go rang.