Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a slow life with ☆Bricks・Bricks・Bricks!

Brick, brick, brick, confirmation!

Brick, brick, brick, confirmation!

"Hmm. That's the 500th, you've achieved the norm today."

I see bricks piled about 2m tall and still have a good working feeling today.

"I shouldn't, I shouldn't. I need to make a final confirmation."

Still, I can't say I'm done with my job. Check if there are any problems with the brick loading today. I have to clean up the tools.

"Yeah. Whoever sees it can't complain. I can do it. Confirmation is over. And then we'll clear the tools and go home."

He's jute. He is now eighteen years old. I have shallow black skin and a disappointing body of 180 cm because I work outdoors all the time. My job is brick loaded, and I've been loading 500 bricks for two years, six days a week.

Many of the buildings around here are made of brick loads. Another building when one building is finished. I have so many brick loaded jobs that I never lose my job.

But wages are not very good because it is perceived as a job that anyone can do. It's five big copper coins a day just how seriously I've worked hard.

"See you later."

Sonin, who recently started working with me, is the same eighteen year old. That he was an adventurer until a while ago. His job is cluttered.

"Ah. You don't have a proper line of bricks. You have to be more pissy."

I don't tell Sonin directly. I try to be concerned, but I stop telling them what I think.

I was really curious about it before and asked the supervisor.

"Uh, this much is fine. Anyway, it's a small bungalow house, so a slight deviation won't be a problem."

Sounds like that kind of thing. I think the politely loaded, uneven and numb brick walls feel good, but that seems to be my discretionary obsession.

After washing off the cement and cleaning up the precious tools, do you think you should go home?

"Welcome"

Today is the day to have dinner out. I come to the tavern "Black Cat Pavilion" twice a week for fun.

It was Milly who welcomed me. A girl who helped this store, fourteen years old before she was only fifteen years old as an adult.

I don't like liquor, but I like the atmosphere in the tavern.

If we come here, we'll always have regular people, so we can get alcohol in and talk bright.

"Hey bricklayer. Have you got a proper load of 500 today?

"Yes. I've exactly loaded 500 of them"

This tavern is called a "bricklayer". It's not even funny. I'm recognized by the regulars as a guy who does brick loads every day.

"But well. You know, I can keep doing the same thing every day."

He's called Buffalo, Mr. Regular. He often comes before me, and when he finds me, he always talks about "500 bricks". It's like saying hello.

"Yeah. I don't hate loading bricks. It takes time, but it's fun to be in shape."

"Well, I hope it's fun. I can't do this. That kind of chipmunk job."

His job is as a delivery man. It specializes in heavy goods, too. I work to carry luggage at the request of shops, etc. I pride myself on being able to carry baggage that weighs twice as much as a normal man.

If the muscles are indeed so powerful, they would be the best of the regular.

"Yeah, yeah, bricklayer. What about tomorrow's weather?

Ping-Poon

"Tomorrow's weather is cloudy and then rainy. Especially in the evening."

"Come on, you're serious. I'm supposed to be carrying a ton of baggage tomorrow."

I'm called a bricklayer, but there's another nickname for "weather forecast."

Unique skills that anyone is given when they are fifteen.

That's what I call a "forecast."

Answer forecasts that are likely to come true when someone asks a question, either for themselves or for them.

Such skills.

"Ah. Rain. The weather makes you want to quit this job."

"Your strength is all you have, so you won't be able to do anything else. Give it up."

"Me too. I have dreams. I dream of being an adventurer wielding a great sword with this strength. Don't you think when I'm an adventurer, I can be active?

Ping-Poon

"When you become an adventurer, you will hunt reckless demons and, in the end, fail and stop being an adventurer"

"Oh my God!

Oh, I did it again.

This is how sometimes "forecasts" come out on their own when we're talking.

That's also a forecast that people don't like to hear, so relationships get worse.

This is also why I work in brick loads.

The forecast gets in the way and they hate it when it's a person's job.

That's why I chose a brick opponent's job that would be ok if they were doing it originally.

Load bricks the same way every day. This job is right for me, clumsy.

I also use proper forecasting skills. I listen to forecasts before I get to work and make sure I don't get into trouble every day.

It's a forecasting skill that can be troublesome when it comes to working with people, but this job will help you right, won't it?

Maybe my vocation is to load bricks. [M]

"There you are."

The master greets new customers loudly from the back.

Milly is carrying food.

"Oh, my God, you guys, it's been a while"

"Yes, more than two years. I stopped by because I was back in the city."

He would be an adventurer's swordsman.

Equipped with metal and leather armor and a long sword.

Probably a class C adventurer from his gear.

"When I got back to this city, I missed it and came"