Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

(Uh, dah. What are we gonna do today?

Several of my classmates are friendly on the bus.

It's the same routine as usual.

The weather wasn't very nice today, so I honestly didn't want to go along with any shopping. Unlike the other kids, I'm already ready for today. Some of the school lockers that came out after the morning ceremony remain in a few brother-in-law chocolates so that they can be handed out as soon as they return.

I just hung out shopping because some of my friends were dumb enough to forget to prepare chocolate. The bus is running well and will be in front of the school in less than 10 minutes. I don't know what I came to school to do after all. Oh, is that the same routine as usual? I'm not serious about studying anything, I don't really have a club that I'm typing into.

You can just hang out with friends you've gotten along with and play with some well-dressed boys and seniors. There's nothing to say if you just study a little before you graduate and get into the right college. I was just saying that every day would be a little more fun if only stupid parents would get a little more pennies.

Seeing some boy student with a slight distance and a gloomy feeling grasping on the leather. The shady thing about this day would be that I couldn't get chocolate, or I failed in the exam. The facial makeup doesn't seem so bad, but I feel sick with my eyes peeking at you and this one. I can see you looking at it maliciously.

It was a huge shock to think about that while my friends lectured me on the virtues of the seniors she was obsessed with. What the hell happened? Did the bus on board also cause a car accident? Misa Ono's consciousness was interrupted without knowing anything.

The next time I woke up, it was like a dim room there. I can barely check the surroundings either. He's weak and can't seem to satisfy his hands and feet. Suddenly a sense of unintelligible fear springs up and makes me cry. I cried a little, but no one will deal with me. On the contrary, I can barely see my eyes either. I got scared and cried out again.

I wonder how long the hell you spent here. Of course I'm blind and can't grasp the situation around me, but I can't stand hunger anyway. I gave up even crying already because I felt extra hungry.

That's when I felt someone lift me up. Yeah, I finally lost my mind when I groaned out of the peace of mind that someone was here.

Years have passed and I have grasped the circumstances surrounding me. Surprisingly, I was reborn into a baby. And it was another race that looked a lot like a human being called the Mountain Nation (Dwarf), but not a human. That's what I found out because I gradually learned the words.

Apparently I was helped to the point where I was about to die beside my mother's body. I still don't know what the situation was, but it doesn't seem like a lot of situations. Also, I didn't know his name, so he was named on his own. The name is Ralpha Firefrid. I can't help it because Firefrid is a surname, but I like the name Ralpha because it's cute.

Also, I found that I have a unique skill. But asking Xenom, who is replacing me, is an inherent skill: he doesn't know about spatial grasping. I feel like a plane pilot by name... there's no plane in this world, is there?

By the way, Zenom hasn't settled. The first year or so you picked me up seemed settled, but after that it feels like you're taking me on a journey. They call these people free folks and adventurers, but I don't even think they're adventurers or games.

But Zenom seems to be getting money by continuing his journey from town to town and undertaking some kind of work everywhere. I just think he's not an adventurer like this, he's just a freelancer homeless. Free folk, adventurers, they'll just be deluding themselves into dressing up.

But Xenom owes me for raising him in his place, and I can't say anything like that. I've seen them kill monsters and kill people on their journeys. When I first saw it, it was horrible and unspoken. But I forgive Xenom right away because I know he's always protecting me.

Xenom doesn't usually talk much, and although his affection isn't good, he fights aloud when fighting monsters, green-skinned people and people like pigs who come attacking him on the journey. Xenom looks good defending me and fighting while swinging the axe. I'm not at all useful yet, but will one day we start fighting together beside Xenom?

Let's make a delicious soup today with Xenom's favorite flavoring, although we don't know anything yet.