Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

A hundred years of life.

Year after year, in this time of growing average life expectancy, I sometimes wonder what to live a hundred years.

A hundred years, you simply calculate and live more than four times the years of your life right now.

Where I had one or two hobbies, the ones that lasted for years.

In some days I want to be evil, I still have something I need.

Whatever the circumstances, whatever your age, something you don't have any trouble with if there were.

Yes, cash.

Money, pennies, whiskers.

Even students, without exception, are now difficult to play with without money in itself.

Books and things like games, events, light novels...

Many people buy motorcycles or PCs for their hobbies.

I mean, money is the best, I say time can't be bought with money, but I can't even give you the option of not buying when you don't have money in the first place, so you have to make money first.

My father's monthly allowance is decreasing year after year. In your nostalgia, it's still only if it's a short summer vacation period that I think about part-time.

Even though it is not going to be solved, the current situation in the sense of sending the problem forward, the last few days when the current student union problem has disappeared, the days of viewing the job site with a smartphone that is usually infrequently used continued.

No...... motivated.

But I can't get into action.

Typical consciousness is the only pattern that precedes and doesn't move into action. This is...

I have part-time experience. However, in the short term, they are interviewed and hired to earn salaries by working for a short period of time between one and two days on a daily or weekly basis.

I understand how it works, but I don't have a job title that I'm good at anyway or anything that interests me.

That woman contacted me when I was worried about what was going on.

"Do your part time."

"It's not an invitation... it's a matter of decision."

Minoru Kirasaka, a woman naturally sitting in the living room of the Makoto family, came to visit her in the heat.

It's supposed to be an invitation, but the words themselves seem to be deciding.

As he narrowed his eyes and looked at her, he told her as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"Will students also work part-time during the summer vacation? I don't know because I'm inexperienced, but I can assure you that I'm willing to break the rules."

"I don't need a trivial rich appeal...... so, what's the job?

If it's good offices from someone you know, you don't even need to have a troublesome interview in a strange place.

I'd appreciate it if you gave it to me.

"It's easy, I need you to help me at my house all day. How much do I get paid... this much?

She put up three fingers and held on to the suggestion.

One, I mean... in one day, all three Furoyoshi are coming?

Just help with the house. That's too broken.

I feel awesome going so far without the public knowing it.

"You're a business partner now."

"I don't feel any motivation from the look on your face, but I feel so full of motivation from your voice... well, fine, then I'll have you picked up at 8: 00 tomorrow morning"

That's what she was told when her little, white hand grabbed back the hand she offered to Kirasaka.

For a moment, I'll start tomorrow... what a complain has turned my head, but I can't replace my belly on my back.

Because my living expenses are on the line.

Honestly, I can't even predict what to do when people say help me with people's homes, but I feel better than customer service and warehousing work.

Now you can buy what I want.

Like a book... with a book?

... Advisor, you can still live on pennies as always.

There's nothing but a book I really want.

That's totally it, low-appetite boys.

Shit, this is a totally demanding one in the future.

That's a pattern where your wife totally grabs your wallet situation and you can decide on a monthly allowance even though it's your earned salary.

Anyway, this is how the first pocket money for the summer vacation was decided in an unexpected way.

"Chair"

……

"Chair"

……

The next day, the sight was spreading far from the imaginary byte.

First of all, it is not the main residence of the Beautiful Rosaka family that has come, it is a villa specializing in the rich.

I was just imagining a large mansion, and I was stunned by a wooden, secluded and calm building.

But it's never cheap, and while you keep the seeping riches, then you don't forget the sense of commonness.

Seems to be the building she requested, which Kirasaka wanted me to build.

It was built on two wooden floors, with a lawn garden and at the foot of a mountain without a finger folder even in this city in the countryside.

There's also a big river right next door, and the natural place is honestly a nice place for me to settle down too.

But if you let me in, it was the caretaker from Kirasaka waiting for you.

At the end of my daily conversation, I asked the reason for this invitation.

"Summer vacation is a natural right for the caregiver... now, be my hand and my leg and work," he told without even looking at me.

And now, what she's asking me to do is not give her a chair... but the chair itself had been ordered to have me.

"No... you can't do it to a boulder"

You know, I can't bend at that right angle.

Or putting people on an air chair, which is impossible with my physical specs.

When she refuses to take orders from Kirasaka, she takes a small sigh of sigh.

"Damn, I'm not your classmate today, I'm your employer? Isn't it your job to carry out your job as far as possible?

"In the future, I want to be a person who can say NO..."

"I'm only worried about that future..."

When she is being guided through the future as if she were her mother, she is pounded next to the couch where she is sitting.

I didn't have to ask if that was a signal to sit down.

When I sat down on that white object, I was greeted with flutter and tenderness.

Again, the amount is different from my house's... when I think about it, I accidentally sit next to her and Beautiful Luosaka's body falls to the side.

Beautiful Lusaka, who leaned back and placed his head on my lap, immediately returns to reading as he has always done.

From that look, I can't feel any shame whatsoever.

It's a pillow, I know.

If they dye my cheeks at all, I guess I get the feeling of embarrassment, too, but I no longer feel anything when I get a consistent look so clear.

It's just so heavy - I can't believe it.

How much time would have elapsed in such an attitude?

An hour? Maybe nearly two hours have passed.

Meanwhile, what spreads into this room is the sound of each other's breathing and the sound of rolling pages.

And it's just the sound of nature that resonates from it.

Fortunately, there was also the benefit of a sitting couch, where body savings never hurt, but more time for meditation.

Thoughts I don't even want to recall, or errands I don't need, are all kinds of reminders.

But that was also until Kirasaka opened her mouth.

"Summer break... it'll be another two semesters when it's over"

"It's only two semesters... it's dark ahead if you think it's only a third over"

Differences in thinking and perceiving.

But from the sound of my voice, it sounded like a word containing emotions different from mine.

As if, spare no time for passing.

Not being such a person is something I've known so far in my relationship, but I doubted my eyes for a moment of change.

After reading, the next thing I was waiting for was to clean the garden.

Put the dead leaves that fell on the lawn in a garbage bag.

Work in this flame, but fortunately I felt somewhat better because of the nearby water source.

Beautiful Luosaka looked under the shaded roof as she worked lightly.

It contains a slight smile in the mouth, not the usual chilling expression of what is fun.

"As long as we have a short proper relationship, don't you think it's a high concentration of days?

"... I wouldn't say anything if I was aware that it was increasing its concentration."

It's like summer, should I describe it as, a short shirt with less cloth area sleeves and an outfit called shortbread, but the atmosphere is different from that of my regular girlfriend, making it no longer even look fantastic.

Her skin is as white as snow and the word this summer is totally unworthy.

At the tip of his short hair, when a drop of sweat flows off to zero, he pays for it with his hands as depressingly short as he can.

"Makoto, if you think I'm making your life darker, I don't feel bad about that."

"It's too positively self-interpreting..."

When you pick up the last leaf as far as you can see, you do a watering including the meaning of lowering the heat at the end.

The sun's light was reflected as if the grass dripped with water was delightful.

After all, did I really want my life to be darker?

Did life, with its daily repetition, want to change a life that is not as egalitarian or anything as the world uses so much?

Back then, I would never return the answer.

I just don't go back in my life, that fact was the only thing I've been poking around lately.

"Kirasaka... you want to start over your life?

"Redo..."

It was a rare, pure and unintentional inquiry.

Does she want to start over something?

How does this world extend to her, who has the talent that people, talent, and environment will roughly want?

That's what I wanted to hear.

……

It wasn't a word I let go because I wanted her to give me a serious answer, but she puts her hand on her jaw when she only raises her gaze up for a moment.

And I put enough time before putting it into words to share my thoughts.

"I do."

"... right"

- Is that you, too?

When I tried to throw that word at Kirasaka, I was sent to continue.

"But I'm trying not to think about it when I start to think that it simply means I regret it."

Regret, Kirasaka's opinion is shooting at the target.

I regret underlying my desire to start over.

And it's an idea because I know the consequences of waiting ahead of me at the time.

Is the difference between a man of strong will and a weak man capable or not of perceiving this reality?

I cannot leave the glory of the past as the past, bound by the past.

But strong people can be detached as a past without being tied up.

That's why Kirasaka is strong.

It must be because of the strength of the will that neither Shizukuishi nor Yudo reach her slightly.

"If I have something to regret first, I'm sure it will"

Beautiful Lusaka grins invincibly, as she usually does, as she lays down the book in her hand and takes her feet to the garden in the light of the sun.

And I told him to whine when he carried his lukewarm fingertips near my face.

"Is it true that when you left us?

……

Flip the laugh like this nest all the time and she returns to her original position.

Seeing that back, he told me to whine this time.

"We..."

Many jobs were ordered afterwards.

But it's her change that comes to mind in the back of her brain even when she's doing the work.

herself, it may be an unconscious change.

But that's why I left a strong impression.

Pushing that guy aside, that a girl student who hates herds sees herself in the same place as the others, even if she's not a friend.

A trivial day of summer vacation.

I just got paid, and on the day I thought it was going to be a hot and troublesome day, I could know one thing that was really trivial but one change.

And I realized.

I need to do my pennies and never devote my strength to my part-time job.

... Tired.