Tired began to go to school in such a way that he would be taken care of in the honeymoon house and half ordered by the honeymoon.
I didn't want to go to school or anything, but if I lived long enough, I'd better touch the times. For this reason, I was advised by the honeyhouse to go to a school that had more contact with people. He said that schooling itself could be secondary.
In the honeyhouse procedure, I went to high school only last year and from this year on I went to middle school, so now I'm completely used to this life as well.
Until higher education (abbreviated as high school), boys only go to high school from secondary school and girls go to high school. None of them have a low enrolment rate, and in this era, they are seen as highly educated enough at the time of entering secondary school. In many cases, men in particular, are not allowed to go to school as workers. Also, it is only the wealthy who can go to high school with a woman, or even the children of a family about middle-class at best.
That day, before class, a teacher showed up with an unrecognized student. Everyone decides it's probably a transfer student.
"Yes, I'm a swine garden wave soldier who's turned from de countryside. Nice to meet you."
"Come on, I'm not going to introduce myself more firmly. And stretch your spine properly. The cat's back is so terrible."
Teachers blame cat-backed transfer students for greeting them with a mild mouthfeel. The expression is sloppy and loose, and that's the boy connected to the adorable, but if you tighten your face tight, it's not so bad, it's the owner of the righteous face.
But more tired than that, I was distracted. Pork garden wave soldiers felt a dark demon. Must be either a magician or a monster kind.
Furthermore, the wave soldiers, perceiving the demons emitted from their tiredness, look at them much more tirelessly. There seemed to be no hostility, but when he was obviously interested in himself, Tired became conscious.
"You, my people?
Ever since it was time to rest, wave soldiers have spoken out to me in a tired and intimate manner.
Watching wave soldiers laugh, tiredness reminds me of a certain person and makes me feel nostalgic. Tired is very similar to the person I loved most in my life, smiling.
"I feel something the same. Have you ever been sick, eaten weird tofu and cured?
To the words of the wave soldiers, tiredness is annoying.
(Do you mean pomegranate tofu? Has this child eaten? And……)
Somehow tired of feeling on edge.
"Pomegranate tofu...? That's a rumor. Any disease... cured."
I don't even need to blur it, so I'll keep my mouth shut about what I know. We don't know each other's identities, but we don't seem hostile to the wave soldiers, and we don't have a bad first impression, so we don't have to be alert.
"There are rumors that it's going to be a monster. Rumors are true. Because I've become a monster too. Ha ha."
A wave soldier who laughs openly, saying things that normally seem to have no clapping.
"I'm manipulating and parasitizing a Shishi politician. I was surrounded by adoptive kids and freshmen. He's a good man. He's a bug-spit runner. My adopted children and students, other than me, are depressed, so I kicked them out for money."
Tired is more and more fond of wave soldiers who speak out of paranormal realms.
(Good for you...... you look alike)
The man who once picked up tiredness, bestowed witchcraft, and ran along the battlefield with him was also a man of self-respect, boldness, invincibility, and luxury.
"Why... are you telling me that story...?
"I'm stuck again. You're one of mine, too, huh? I can feel the demons and the madness. My eyes won't deceive you."
Whatever the demon, he is given the word madness, and tired half-eyed and stares at the wave soldiers. Until then, the favor was about to be turned upside down in that word.
"Why do you look so scared? Oh, I was a little too familiar. Ah? I'm glad to see my people, and I'm stuck. No, I have other people. I'm happy to be one of them at the same age. Can I introduce you to the others? I hate them, though."
I don't mind being familiar with anything else, but peeking into the other person's mind, the enlightened and windy mouthfeel is, to be honest, quite uncomfortable tired.
"Doctor, the transfer student is involved with Shizuno, and Shizuno is in trouble."
"Here, pig garden!
Thanks to my classmates telling me, teachers pay attention.
"He told me. I don't like him. If I see a gap, I'll eat it and kill it."
A spoken wave soldier who can't even joke or mean it.
"You mean Shizuno? Bye, Shizuno."
A wave soldier who flinches his hand and leaves the scene.
(That bothers me. I was just making funny remarks. He thought he was one of us on his own and he talked to me pepper...)
It is clear that the wave soldiers are not magicians. Whether he is a demon as he says, or a native supernatural capable man, tiredness judges.
(Did he really eat pomegranate tofu and become a demon...)
I would like to hear more about it. Perhaps if I were that personality, I'd feel like if I asked you a question, you wouldn't cover it up and answer it.
Tired of dropping out of school and going home to the honeymoon house.
Honeyhouses and Ayane were eager to talk about their knowledge of the art at home. We have nothing to hide from each other, revealing our witchcraft school's knowledge and magical logic.
Depending on the genre, the technique is secret, but Shizuno has no such code. You are free to teach others at your own discretion, and you have no reason to keep it a secret in the first place, even if it is a tired thought.
"Welcome back, have you made it to school today?
Honeyhouses that look tired and give a bright voice.
"Fair enough...... More than that, I met a weird transfer student... I call myself a demon, and I do have demons all over me..."
Tired told Honeyhouse and Ayane about the transfer student.
"It's a strange edge to even come up with a story about a pomegranate tofu sale"
And, Ayane.
"I was rather drawn to the edge... maybe"
Something called edge does exist. For example, in roundabout reincarnation, there is a very high probability that those involved in the previous life will be pulled from each other even after reincarnation. Though the work of its edges seems dull in the tiredness of living forever without reincarnation.
"I can't believe that's convenient to show up at times when I'm going to go see a pomegranate tofu dealer. So, Ray, haven't you heard about the grenade tofu sale or what kind of monster you've become or your buddies are?
"No... I haven't heard anything. He's a weird kid..."
Tired of inadvertently returning such an answer to a honeymoon question.
Sure, wave soldiers are weird. But that's why I care. I have something to attract.
"Shall we go, then? It's been a while since I've driven out."
With a grooming face, the honeyhouse goes outside.
The honeymoon prepared a slightly older T-shaped Ford car.
Start the engine by grabbing the crank lever in front of the car and lifting it up all at once with force.
"You don't have a self-starter. Sounds like an old type I haven't used in a long time, is it ok?
Honeyhouses round their eyes to what Ayane has been checking and asking.
"Ayane, do you know your car too? She's a girl."
"I had the opportunity to use it at work, a little..."
For some reason, Ayane leaned down to the honeymoon delighted with her hands together beside her face, seemingly illuminating for some reason. I've learned such a cliché that I've stumbled upon my knowledge.
There are rumours that a pomegranate tofu sale has appeared, Prince Town, North Toyoshima County.
The two men, Shinosuke Shirakata and Shinosuke Kurata, drove to this town and began listening when they arrived.
Many of the people who did the interview returned the reaction that they saw a pomegranate tofu sale, but the spots witnessed were scattered all over the place. It seems to stay in town, but it doesn't seem to show up staying in one part of town.
"You can't grasp about where you showed up today. I wonder if he's left town yet."
After about two hours of listening, Shinosuke shrugs.
"That's bad luck. 'Cause I saw someone yesterday."
"Sure..."
Shinosuke laughs bitterly at the words of String Spiral.
But in the immediate aftermath, someone told me that he had seen a pomegranate tofu sale earlier, and he told me where it was.
Running in the car to the place taught, in front of the field, there was a suspicious figure twirling his whole body into a blanket.
"Oh, I want to."
The string screw gives a happy voice. Shinosuke leaks a relieved exhale.
Get out of the car, near the pomegranate tofu sale. We feel demonic about each other.
"Are you here..."
Seeing the appearance of String Spiral and Shinosuke, the Tofu sale was a face that I had given up on, and shouted with a single voice.