The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

This is a story from when I was still in high school.

My parents were still alive and hard, and my uncle and aunt were still fine, and I couldn't even see how crazy they were.

That's the story of a time when I haven't met Kuse or Ho Hana, or even more importantly, anyone summoned by a brave man, when I haven't met him yet.

─ ─ No,

This is the story of an encounter.

Me and that "Totally All-Inclusive" story of the encounter.

"Ugh, it's getting cold...... Snowbugs are flying in too....., is it tidal time for Chari this year?

I wrapped a black muffler around my neck and was rowing my bike to high school where I enrolled this spring.

Cold wind strokes my skin, more snowworms flying in the wind - - No, I'm on a bike, and in this case, you're going in and out of yourself?

─ ─ Well, either way, it doesn't make a difference.

All right, let's start bus school tomorrow.

With that in mind, I keep rowing my bike.

─ ─ I never knew that would happen at school.

Keankorn, and the morning homeroom chime rang, and at about the same time, I forgot my name, but my tenure came in.

"Hey, you guys, take your seats!

The classmates who were making a scene with the voice of such a servant also returned to their seats one after the other.

─ ─ By the way, I was sitting alone in the second row from the back window.

There, don't tell me it's me. I'm not me. It's just a cool lone wolf.

Such a cool guy, I had a rare thought today.

─ ─ ─ Seats like this......, did you have one?

If you look at the window, there were empty seats there that didn't exist until yesterday.

The students' strange and softening sensation of just a little more seriousness than usual - especially men. And next to me, an unrecognizable vacant seat.

I've only tried to make the atmosphere look like a school mystery, but there's probably only one event that meets those conditions.

"Oh, a transfer student."

One shrieks that no one will be listening to me anyway. [M]

There's no way I've ever noticed a phantom sixman before, and I'm guessing he's transferred anyway. That's probably JK too.

A certain vision comes to mind in me.

Sitting next to me on my left is a mosaic with a mosaic on my face - by the way, it's a mosaic because I can't imagine it, and I can't show it, not a mosaic of.

"Right, hey? What's your name?

The mosaic woman, abbreviated as the mosaic woman, will probably talk to you that way, it's the seat next door.

And if he talked to me like that, I'd give it back like this.

"Silver."

That's it.

And then what happens?

"Heh heh... silver, by the way, is silver your last name? Or name... '

"......... come on?

"Oh yeah......"

That is the complete argument.

Well, I mean, an argument, I guess it's her fondness to have argued and destroyed it.

In the first place, I don't want to make any more friends, and I don't want to, with kindergarten, elementary school, middle school and Botch.

─ ─ I just hate being annoying.

Looking over the classroom, bug spit runs.

A brown-haired man who does stupid things and makes noise even though he's not even big fun.

its surrounded by reading the air and laughing at it.

Dirty guy trying to distract everyone with a gep or an Onala.

The self-centered idiots who just don't care how many other guys they sacrifice as long as they laugh at themselves.

And most importantly, incompetent people who can do nothing without herds.

─ ─ I like humans, but I hated these guys.

It's like being alone, trapped inside a zoo monkey hut, that's ridiculous and I feel like I can't do it.

Well, maybe a little arrogant thinking.

'Cause I'm arrogant.

If you cut it off, you won't be bitter.

I guess that's who this transfer student is anyway. It's useless to just talk, and I don't want to talk about it.

I don't think it's a good idea to deny people altogether, but still, that was one conclusion I've come to in my life.

Ha......, I want to go home and read the book soon.

With that in mind, I was looking out the window.

─ ─ And that was then.

At the edge of my vision, I felt something gleaming.

"Hmm? Mind..."

Was it your fault?

I couldn't say that word until the end. [M]

Because.

Dgowwwwwwww!!

The windowsill in front of me exploded from wall to wall.

But my eyes were caught.

Shortly before the explosion, something (...) rushed this way at a high speed.

That something similar to this explosion was just a collision.

Besides, I can't stop at that speed with one wall at the end.

I mean, well, that's the thing.

"Guru!?

I was struck by something as much as I wanted.

Boki goki kicks, and the sound of a broken bone all over his body, while a dull, intense pain in his body that he has never tasted before runs.

And

"I was there......., I didn't expect to be late from the first day and even have a car accident............ Hmm? No way. Has anyone gotten involved?

Shortly before my consciousness broke, I burned the face of the culprit firmly into my eyes.

─ ─ ─ ─ I'll definitely sue you!!

At the end of the day, my consciousness sank into darkness.

"......... am I alive?

At the same time as I wake up, a smell similar to the hospital-specific irritant smell comes through the back of my nose.

─ ─ ─ Oh, it's great to be alive.

Yes, I was also immersed in sentiment. In the meantime, at the next moment, I was turning around and feeling the worst.

"......... why are you here, killer"

"Hmm, what is that killer about me?

─ ─ Because the culprit was sitting in front of him.

Looking closely, he somehow held his notebook in one print and somehow seemed desperate to move his pencil. Couldn't parents teach you to turn people around when you talk to them?

I tried to wake up my body, but Zukin, the pain ran all over my body, and the next moment I was going to roll around on my bed.

Guuuuuuuu........., glad you're in pain resistant shape......

With that in mind, a killer talked to me.

"It's nice to ignore it while you're talking to yourself, isn't it? I'm gonna hate you."

I used to say, "I don't like it" when I tried to kill people.

"Ha, ha......, Phew, you have to hate it on your own, you just have to be. Kukku, you hate me, and you're used to being alone..."

Even I, the boulder, am interrupted by so much intense pain.

Well, still, if that makes it an element that he hates at all, then fortunately he's unhappy, something like that.

─ ─ But Fate has betrayed me.

"Ho! You're lonely too! Me too!

......... it was me in my heart crying that I wasn't supposed to say that.

"Rest assured, your treatment costs and compensation, special delivery to the school have already been completed. I thought I was bad for the boulder, so I admitted him to Valhalla."

"Heh, you were rich Risu......... heh?

......... Valhalla, because?

I was more concerned about the word than the cost of treatment or compensation.

Wasn't Valhalla God's castle or something? I don't think it was a castle, but it must have been a residence or something.

Did the killer notice my doubts,

"Valhalla means' a credible, heavenly hospital with lots of beautiful nurses and skilled doctors'"

"... you know what I mean, that's not true."

I really didn't know why.

What? At that age, aren't you still suffering from Valhalla and two diseases?

With such disrespect in mind, it has apparently appeared on my face.

"Rude, I'm fourteen years old in Picchi (...), I was born early, but I'm the same age as an active sophomore in middle school, right?

"......... Huh?

Apparently, he said, "I flew a few times, but I wanted to enjoy the student life in the corner, so I left the previous school, where all sorts of bad rumors were spreading, and turned here."

If you do say so, you only look younger. Especially around the chest.

─ ─ But well, it's the school you're transferring to, and the class, and even the one you wanted me to sit in the wrong place.

That's what I thought, and I was uncomfortable with the current situation that was somehow unraveling with the person who nearly killed me.

I don't think we should get along with him in the first place.

I thought so, and I just thought I'd change my story, and that's when I saw a print and a notebook in my eyes.

"........ ah"

That's the famous Millennium Sweepstakes issue.

─ ─ ─ It was an issue that I solved (...) in my spare time in class a few months ago and I really got a bounty.

I almost became famous because of it, but only managed to keep my name on the media dead.

Even though it was a coincidence (...) that I solved it, there was no way I could forget the problem, which I solved.

─ ─ But that was a bad idea.

"Hmm? This is a certain millennium sweepstakes issue, one that someone elsewhere uncovered and sidelined during my challenge and said. I thought you'd be mad then but............ what the fuck is that face?

Turn your face away.

"...... Come on?

"......... hey, I don't know... is that you?

"Hey, do I look so smart? If I look like a man around my head, I'll introduce you to a doctor, okay? Or was this a hospital with a good doctor! Ha-ha-ha, one of these is taken..."

"I'll ask you one thing. Wouldn't the wound hurt?

"......... it just hurt!? Don't! He's dead!

"......... so much so that the foreword is withdrawn. I'm interested in you, Koshi Man (...)"

─ ─ ─ For some reason, I know what it means to be a disgraceful 'Kokoshi Man' without a shard of that naming sense.

"Ha ha! I liked you! Come on, be good friends with me!

"I don't like your body!!!

Thus, me and her met the worst.

I think it is now.

I was wondering if my best friend might be the one.

Yes, watch the girl drinking coffee face to face with me.

"Hmm? Have you finally fallen in love with me?

"There's no way, killer (...)"

"Phew, that's a nickname you miss, huh? Koshi Man (...)"

That's what she said, and she laughed so happily.