Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

(Good, don't you two get to sit down)

Shoji Eto lowered his tired hips to the seat on the local line he boarded with his son Yuta. The rearmost part of the leading vehicle, across the street, is a priority seat. On the priority seat were two old men sitting on the leading side and two friendly couples on the rear side. Let my son sit on the edge of his seat and I'll make him take off his shoes. By my son's side, who gladly sat in his seat like a front seat and obsessed with the view flowing out the window, tried to sleep somewhat and was quickly drawn to a calm sleep with train shaking and regular sounds.

My wife was due to be discharged this evening after giving birth in a hospital in the city the other week. Yesterday was my last night without my wife so I was drinking and walking pretty late with my coworkers. My mother was still in Tokyo from the town to take care of my little son, and I had no worries about Yuta's troubles, chores, etc., but Shoji enjoyed the past few nights just here.

But I'm glad that my second child was born, as a matter of course, and when I went to see his face last weekend, I couldn't stop laughing and yanking down at him for being so cute. Even if my wife laughs at that sloppy face, she thinks it's happiness, and she doesn't change her expression, it's something she's on her way home laughing with her son.

I was in such a floating mood that I even thought I would give you a neutral this summer to my boss, who let me digest my pay on the day of discharge, caring for Shoji, who could not be present at the birth because of his work. Though the hangover from last night had not yet disappeared on the boulder, he was mentally rocked by the train at 100% happiness and even felt simple happiness in getting some sleep.

The train hung a steep brake for a rapid stop.

Having received that recoil, Shoji hits the man who was sitting next to him without time to shelter his son, striking Paul in the head with momentum.

There are so many tears in the pain, but trying to shelter my son, he spreads his arms anyway, but he didn't spread well when he hit something.

Seeking the momentum of sudden braking and desperately looking for Yuta as she slipped through the universe, the man sitting next to her who had just penetrated seemed to be a little ahead of himself and grabbed Paul.

Good, if you let me grab it somewhere in that guy's body anyway......

I couldn't grasp it well, and I stuck it in a man.

The man seemed to have endured only a little, but he held his son as he rammed in there.

I think that's why I let Paul go.

(Give me back my Yuta!

I don't want a man I don't know to hold Yuta.

Desperately trying to hold Yuta back, Shoji lost consciousness when he hit him in the head somewhere.

Shoji Eto then spent some months as a blur.

I was surprised that the situation was getting better and better. Apparently, I thought I was experiencing a rebirth. Otherwise, we cannot understand this situation. I'm in a foreign country town somehow. The month goes by without knowing what it is.

Sometimes when my parents in this life take me with their servants to some temple or church-like place, something amazing happens there. There are words out there that I've never understood.

"Status open................ % $" %) # %... Named "

Or so he said. Obviously, the status opening would be in English, and wouldn't the named be in English? Wordless. Soon you'll remember. I spent blurry days coming high, but since this time Edo's way of life has changed. I will greedily learn and understand the words. Along with that I learn about the "status opening" in the true sense and tremble in amazement.

What the hell is this world? It's like being reborn in a game.

Edo himself has lived without playing many games, but he has played at least a few of the most famous software. At the same time as I remember it, I remember it at last. If this is the world of games, there must be. Yes, it's a monster. No, I don't even think it's a good idea to leave town if there's such a creature. and gather more knowledge to live efficiently.

Years later, I was old enough to say it was a critical boy from a toddler. Shoji Eto, it was also in this world that the Rottrick Falergers were born, a peaceful region there. Apparently, the lord of the local city took the trail. Currently, the lord is served by his grandfather, but if things go well, he'll be the lord after those two generations. I do feel like he said the Count or something. I don't know as well as how great the Count is, but I've heard about it myself, so I thought it would be great to be in the top 1%, and I was relieved that I didn't have to fight monsters.

Starting next year, they'll be doing sword arches.

It's a hassle, and I don't want to do that kind of audition because I don't suppose we have to fight directly, but it seems to be a decision at the Count's house, so I can't help complaining. By and large, the inherent skill I possess: resistance (virus infection) is unlikely to help defeat monsters or take command in war. In the first place, no one has ever believed in their unique skills. I have decided not to think that there is such useless inherent skill right now.

At the age of 13, he was forced to join the Knights under the direct control of the Count, trained and had to be reclassified as a full knight by the age of 17. Then he goes back to the Count's house and says he has to study as a future Count. Now that I'm six, I get a lot of big look at it, but I'm a little anxious about what the hell will happen next year when the sword archery begins.

Well, I'm a little relieved that there hasn't been a member of the Count's family who couldn't have been a full knight by the time he was 17. By and large, ordinary aristocrats join the Knights and become full knights in two years. In the case of the Count people, I guess you're saying look at the spare time and join the group at 13, and be in charge by 17.

Anyway, I'm just appropriately fluffy right now, but I guess it's time to get ready and start getting used to the sword.