Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

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Something like a game log screen flows through my head, and I wake up.

"Where... here?

It wasn't the castle ceiling I was used to seeing that woke me up and jumped into my sight, but the white wall with the fluorescent lights on it.

Outside the window you can hear a tung tung and a sparrow chirping, and the morning light dyes your vision white.

"There it is..."

Blurry vision is sumptuous and I can't remember what I was doing.

As I stretched out in the bed where I was sleeping, my body fell straight out of the bed.

"Hey, don't you even want to"

I don't care if it hurts to the point where I hit my head on the flooring compared to the usual stone floor......

"Stone... bed?

Tilt your neck to see what the hell you're talking about and see the bed you slept in.

There's a whole bunch of my futons around there, no usual buddy figure.

"Photos, awesome...?

So what the hell am I talking about?

Stone floor, buddy, castle. Castle? What's that?

I feel like I was having some real dreams about my memories being cloudy.

But as the dream thing quickly falls out of my memory, so much discomfort as just now disappears, I forget I even thought of the word partner.

Wake up and hit the bread and cheek once.

A room in a familiar dorm, there's nothing strange about it.

Were you even dreaming? Everything was supposed to be doing something because of you, but I don't know what you were doing. The moment I remember, my memory falls out, and that gap disappears quickly. I feel mild amnesia.

Go through your own room surrounded by plastic models, cartoons and games and light a kayaki in a kitchen for one that is too small for a kitchen.

When the blue flames rose in an instant, I was surprised for some reason.

"Wow, it's on fire... science is more convenient than magic after all..."

Again, forget if you come up with anything. That one lit the stove, so it should be normal for it to catch fire. But for some reason, I was surprised that it caught fire in an instant and compared it to "something”.

Something about it has already been forgotten, and there will only be some more left in me that I don't really understand.

"Why are you tired..."

I walked into the bathroom and was even more surprised to see my own face.

"What!? Am I looking like this?

It's a little too much to say, as if the Lady of Notoriety had evolved into Kenshiro, a hero at the end of the century, but even though she was a face that could be painted with a single stroke until not too long ago, now the shadows are clearly like characters that appear in Hara Chul-O manga.

Fortunately in the midst of misfortune would be somewhere not on the villain side like Jaki or Abema.

"You're lying, you wouldn't have Mohican attacking you the minute you went outside..."

Weirdly, I also have sunburn, and there's no way I can always get sunburn even though I only go to school, dorms and about Gessen.

If you take off your clothes, the discomfort becomes even stronger.

A wound to the muscles of the tense upper body, everywhere. There are terrible burn marks on your right hand, and you probably won't be able to heal anymore.

There are also signs of stabbing a large blade in the belly.

"What? No, what? What is this back, someone slashed you?

There's a big cut in the back that's diagonal, a long scratch that's obviously not about a knife. It is still red and black and the wound is not completely healed.

I've heard things about a guy with a scratch before that sounds cool, but come on. This scratch would be too much. I pull it off a little myself.

There is no particular pain when I touch it, but I am confused by the wounds and my own changes.

Even Lao Zap would not make such a dramatic change.

He also wears a metal bracelet on his right arm and a necklace with a light blue stone around his neck.

Since when have I become such a chara man?

Doesn't this look like an NTR character to you?

It fits into my cheap Way system of thinking only with muscle, tanning, and accessories. I tried to give it a hard look, but decided that it would be different to be like the face art of an Orthopedic Duelist everywhere.

"Oh, my God, when I woke up, I was a lightly scratched macho."

Wasn't it really the end of the century heroic world, called the Savior? No, there's no way I can play such a delicious role. At best, it would be a dry ordinary man looking for water.

Fortunately, there are no seven wounds in the belly.

When I look in the mirror and I'm amazed at what the hell, an alarm clock rings from my room.

When I checked the time, I didn't seem to have time to cursorily prepare.

I drink bread with tea.

"I knew Chloe's bread was the best...... Chloe?

Who is it? and leaned his neck, thinking something was wrong today, but he hurried out of the dorm with a student bag dressed in his uniform.

Knock through the school gate that says private Red Castle Yue High School, located about 5 minutes from the dorm.

Even time is critical. Timing would be a good part of the dorm.

However, due to the small number of children and the decrease in the number of dormitories in recent years, this men's dormitory has also been determined to be abandoned nearby, and the next residence must be searched.

It's a tough world to be losing a parent early.

Academically normal, school style freedom and not particularly associated with high schools in general, but only the swimming department seems to be strong there, there are hot water pool facilities to be put in at any time, and physical education classes can be assigned to swimming even in times when it is getting cold.

But only women can benefit from it, and boys don't feel left alone already outside with football and around accepting clear physical education teacher shooting while feeling the inequality caused by their inborn sexuality, while moderately divulging stupidity.

When you go out into society, you'll be a fine breeder, and you'll be like Zoli, a dog who keeps running for the company, to please the great guy.

The students sneak around the school gate before the chime sounds, and the students at the end of the morning practice are sucked into the lift.

Maybe not. As a regular student, I'll be the backdrop to an early morning school scene.

It's a school landscape that has nothing to do with the usual, but what the hell is this feeling of catching on?

A voice comes from behind me as I creep through the school gate as I take a small run.

"You, Kaji?

Looking back, I'm surprised to see a friend, Mogi Sword, who doesn't want to admit but falls into the category of my best friend, of porn glasses curled by hair tips in a light heavenly pa.

"Oh, Mo. It's been awesome. I don't think it's been a while."

"Long time no see, what's wrong with you two days off from school? The dorm aunt was mad at me. Tell me if you don't want dinner."

"Two days? Was I resting?

"What's going on? I'm fine. More than that, what would you look like if something happened? You're totally involved in facial painting."

"Don't say painting"

"Go ahead. You'd be frightened if characters like Pampered Man were suddenly like Gonorego the extreme eyebrow. You're not talking about drawing modifications, you're engaging characters. What the hell happened?"

If Gonorego suddenly comes out to the pampered man, the complaint from his mother looks awesome.

If I had used Dessert Eagle to knock down the Vikins, I would just pull the chick off as well.

"No, I'm not sure about that either, and when I wake up in the morning, it's like this"

"Dear Freezer, it's a second form."

"I don't have that kind of head."

It's a third form.

For some reason I have a terrible sense of relief in such a crappy conversation.

When we go into the classroom, they're all circling their eyes.

Everyone would be surprised if he came to school with a suddenly drastically changed face, although he is definitely a boy who is not usually even on the subject.

"Yeah eh!! Kaji, you look so cute!?

Earlier in the classroom, a woman wearing sharp angled glasses, commonly known as Sister Zamas, like her now rare Ultra Mom, would look me in the face and raise her bare voice.

"Yeah, I don't know, but this is what happened when I woke up in the morning"

All I can say is:

"Oh, yeah, it's a growing season."

That's not true, but growing up is a convenient word, so let me use it next time.

Sister Zamas said, "Sometimes it's strange, but it's nice to be wild. Jojohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho,"

Not only is she, but the people in her class generally react the same way, and I'm not comfortable being born this way, as I've never been noticed.

Yukio Ganda (44 bachelors), a.k.a. Mount Gori, then came and the homeroom began, but as with the other students, the tenure was surprising as he turned his eyes black and white.

I'm summoned to Mount Gori along the way to talk to him about two days of absence and the amount of body and scratches that have drastically affected him, but it equals nothing I can say.

"You don't mean abuse or anything like that, do you?

I don't have any parents.

"But what is that right hand burn? It's not like I've been able to do it lately."

"Come on, I don't even know... only that when I woke up in the morning this was happening"

Incredibly, the burn on the right arm was made more than two days ago, and the wound is shallow and black.

If what I could have done during the two days my change was resting, the color of the wound would have turned more red.

"Shouldn't you be subjected to a precision test or something?

"No, it's really nothing. Probably growing up."

"Growing up is you..."

Mount Gori faces, but he can't go in any further because he is kellogging over saying that he has nothing, and he was probably released.

"I'll tell your parents for once, okay?

"It's going to be hard. I want you to stop."

"There's no way that's going to happen. I'm sorry to say this, but it's weird going through weird like yours."

It is so true that there is no sound of gu.

My father and mother divorced early and my father took me away but he's dead in an accident at work.

My mother met me once at my father's funeral, and it hasn't happened since. For once, it seems my mother has custody now, but she seems to be doing well ahead of her remarriage, and I feel a hint of strong willingness to make it something she didn't have about me.

There's been absolutely no talk of living with my father since he died, and the current cost of living is 100% my father's legacy.

I couldn't even recognize my mother as my mother, who was never there.

"I'll look into your family situation, but you're still a minor."

"I know."

But my mother wouldn't have contacted me where I had contacted her.

My father didn't even come in the end when he was transported to the hospital in an accident, and all he came for was a funeral. Seems like my father tried to put more of it back together after thinking about me a few times, but he ignores it all too. I can assure you that he will not move now to the point of injury.

When my father died, one person was about to be anxiously crushed in front of the O.R. I contacted my mother with a grudge, but she didn't show up after all.

I just felt so sad even. Since then, I have had no expectations or feelings for him.

Anyway, he didn't say anything about my father's insurance money or legacy, which he interprets as a deposit from my mother.

When I cut up the conversation with my boss and went back to class, Mogi in the back seat whispered to me.

"You look scared"

"Oops, bad"

When you talk about your mother, your face gets tense.

"You know, you're weird too, but you're not the only one."

"What?"

"Look over there."

When they told me and I looked at Mogi pointing at him, there was a hundred eyewitnesses there, not a plain kid in class, who was lying on his desk all the time, who was that?

"What's wrong with the Hundred Eyewitnesses?

"Stay down. I don't know, but there's something wrong with your chest"

"Huh?"

"I thought you were probably about a B to C breast, but when I saw you today, it was going crazy. Boeing Boeing."

"It's okay, what you're saying stinks of crime, doesn't it?

Plus, the size of a woman's chest is growing up, so it's going to be huge before she even realizes it. I don't know how big my chest is, because the Hundred Eyebrows are the discreet type.

"Don't worry, I know all the women's cups."

What a horrible one. I don't know what to be relieved of, but if a woman finds out, her nickname will definitely rank up from porn glasses to kinky (damn) glasses.

"Sometimes you get tired of your chest. It's growing. I got one for you."

"No, not on that tiny level. The mass of a person is not deceptive."

What's that futile, cool, rational-like line?

I'll drop by next time. I'll tell the girl who's using the bra.

I see a hundred eyeballs while I don't think they'll kill me 100%.

"Hmm?"

After watching the Hundred Eyewitness for a while, the print comes around for a while now and the Hundred Eyewitness wakes up his upper body, which was lying down.

Then I saw my breasts stuck together for a moment.

Obviously there was no uniform size and the chest button was about to complain that I was the limit anymore.

"That's strange indeed."

"She was on two days off, just like you."

"And the Hundreds?

"Oh, and then you're scratched, and the Hundred Eyebrows are boobied"

"I don't know why."

If it's all scratched, it smells like strawberry seriousness, but the instant they say it's boobic, it smells like comedy. Keeping staring at him with that in mind, the Hundred Eyebrows notice this gaze and panic and lay down on his desk.

"I had eyes and eyes now. The Hundreds Might Like Me."

"You're a virgin. You were looking at me one way or the other."

"You're a virgin too."

"I may fall in love from now on"

"There's a lawsuit ahead of love"

"Isn't that too harsh?

"But the Hundred Eyebrows weren't noticeable, but you're vicious when you wear boobs"

"If you wear boobs for anything, the general man will be powerless"

"When you say boobs, you holstaurus, you surprised me with that size"

"Holstaurus?"

"What?"

"No, you said it now, didn't you?

"Did I say that?

He forgot what he just said. I can't laugh about menopause disorders or anything in this year.

I finish my first class with a few repetitions of forgetting about such a reminder.

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This chapter is shifting to the real world, so it doesn't matter what your fantasy is all about, does it? That's a lot of talk.

I hope you read it in an extroverted (side story) way when it comes to chapters 12 to 18 of the Completion of Reality Edition.

Please note that the Real World Edition has a very high volume of sentences and a long stay.