The Summoner is Going

That headache again.

But it took a short time.

And I remembered everything.

Many of the illusions I've dreamed of many times, that's what I learned in my previous life.

No, is the expression "previous life" different?

My own memory, sent from the parallel worlds.

In this case, how do I describe it?

It's a difficult problem.

At least it doesn't fall within the scope of the scarce vocabulary I understand.

View the wall-mounted calendar.

I'm still in middle school.

Neither father nor mother have come home yet.

Yes, my parents are alive and well in this world.

It's a world where Grandpa is already dead.

The Buddha's temple is decorated with photographs.

... I still don't know how he died.

If I could, I wanted to finish it myself.

I accidentally thought so.

By the way, when did my previous personality live in me in this world?

I don't know that.

By the time I got my mind on it, I was suffering from migraines.

I had the same dream over and over again.

These would be caused by the confusion of memory associated with personality integration.

Probably when I was quite young.

Well, and.

What's the first thing you should do now?

Check the status quo and make the best of it.

The operation should be at a time when we haven't even received a capital contribution yet.

I don't even think I can do anything as a middle school student in the first place.

Even the game title is not necessarily the same.

The Internet environment is also a substitute for more than a long time ago.

It was when mobile devices began to spread, and that was more than a long time ago.

There are only a few things I can do.

A world very similar to the original world, huh?

That's for sure.

However, it is also certain that the area around me has changed dramatically.

The lack of a grandfather is proof of that.

"I'm home from shopping. Yikes!

"Yes!"

Looks like the mothers are home.

Head to the front door.

The usual sight.

Yet slightly uncomfortable.

I was extremely nervous myself.

Now, this is where the days of chasing operations begin!

"That's a great amount, Mother. Do you even make it for a treat today?

"... oh?

My mother stares at me when she says so.

What's the matter, man?

I know you didn't say anything strange, but...

"Right, maybe we should celebrate today? Hey, Hayato!

"Huh?"

There was a figure of my father in the front door.

You should be familiar with my father's figure.

It looks like it usually does, and it's a lot of discomfort.

I was uncomfortable for some reason.

"Dad..."

"... well, Dad,"

"Huh?"

"Dad in the morning, and you called me Mom."

Huh?

Am I?

Did you even fail to integrate your memory?

I was also anxious, but in this case, I have another question.

Why are we celebrating?

"Again, no."

"... what?

"My posture... no, I don't have the same structure. Ideal weakness as it is natural. Brilliant."

"The atmosphere was completely different."

Something flew in front of me!

Maybe, cans.

Then palm bottom.

When I stream it up, it enters my father's nostalgia.

While pressing his left shoulder, he shot his right fist into his jaw!

Did you... did you overdo it?

No, it's underdevelopment.

The fists I unleashed were perfectly received!

"Again,"

"Yeah, right!

My father and mother looked happy.

What the hell makes you so happy?

She's got tears in her eyes all the way to her mother!

The mother reaches out her hands and gently wraps my fist, which my father grabbed.

And suddenly twisted!

No, the landscape I see spins!

Throwed?

My body was reacting before I realized that.

Jump yourself and grab my mother's hand.

Momentum broke my mother's posture as it was and threw it!

... No, the feeling of throwing is unusually light?

By the time I thought that, I'd already been slapped from my back by Sanwa Soil at my doorstep!

No way, they gave you back what you just did?

"That was a good reaction, wasn't it? Keith!"

"... huh?"

I couldn't answer that.

I had no reception at all, so my breath hurts!

Hurry up and breathe.

No, it's because I'm in a hurry. I can't do it well!

"Son, you have no mercy for them..."

"It's okay, now. Keith, if you're dealing with someone, it doesn't mean anything, does it?

"Well, yeah. But..."

Breathe heavily.

And exhale loudly.

Conscious of the bottom of the belly and resting breath.

I'm fine with this.

On the other hand, it's a mayhem in my head!

I wasn't able to sort it out at all, but the words came out.

"Mr. Juna...? And muscle idiot demons...?

"Oh, you can't be Keith!

"That's right! You call me Dad!

"Call me Mom about me!

... I wonder what's going on.

Suddenly I started crying.

Apparently, I'm not alone in this world.

That alone seemed certain.