At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Nah, Tallow!

"Study some more, Tallow!

Come back tomorrow.

"Not again, Mr. Tallow."

"Tallow, big brother."

Finish your studies today and each one of you will be said goodbye as you wave to the children who are leaving.

I don't know what it is, but they also invited me to play with them after I joined them in the study, and they seemed to miss me when I played with them.

No, I mean, that was nostalgic, or you just realized you had the same level of players.

"Why don't I, basically, be treated like an adult by the kids?"

No, I know what caused it.

I know very well that I have a low height and a child's face, and I can't say I'm an adult.

Can you treat me like an old man a little more like this?

"I'm sorry, I just thought it was the kid that Master Byabya brought to make me learn at this school"

"Oh, no, never mind"

Keep your head down on my whine, Doctor. He praised me by stroking my head. My face feels like a snake, my eyes are crisp and so cute. The faces of reptile people look almost adorable.

Mr. Drawer has sharp eyes, though.

This teacher feels close to a snake and has nowhere to bend. I also have hands and feet, but I freaked out when I saw my arms go round.

She panicked later knowing about my situation, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't want you to worry too much about it because it's like I'm interrupting your work.

It's okay, I'm not growing up. It's my fault. But I never lost to the children in terms of studying on the boulders.

We played in a vegan state, so we lost quite a bit.

A kid who looks like a tiger and he's about my waist height, but he's stronger than me. I feel like he's got unlimited strength because he's a kid, it was hard to follow.

I totally blew it on the way.

After that I listened to a bunch of things mixed up with a bunch of quiet kids.

I don't know if school is fun or what kind of place you think it is outside the country, or what things have been going on between the kids lately.

I could hear a lot of things I wanted to know and nothing else I didn't love.

Some children liked to move their bodies and didn't like it, and some said that coming to school was more fun in itself than studying. Few kids came to school because they had friends.

Of course there were quite a few kids who studied and said they wanted to be of use to Mr. Geena in the future.

From now on, I can't just wield my powers, there's going to be a time when I have to use my head, and when a kid about 1,5 times my size told me, I could only return "yeah, that's right".

Will the child be about the father of the inn when he grows up? Or was that kid the big one? I should have asked.

"Today, does this feel like going home?

"Guidance, over. I need to talk to the faculty after this. Here, say goodbye."

She has another job, doesn't she?

Maybe you stopped that job because of me.

"Maybe you were interrupting Mr. Byabya's work?

To my question, she shakes her head slowly.

My tentacles are pulling shivering when I shake my head. If you look closely like this, it looks a little soft and I want to touch it. Regardless of the man, I can't ask him to let the woman touch me.

If I hadn't noticed with a woman, I would have asked for it, so it's good to have noticed before.

"Ugh, yeah. I saw the kids today, and there's just something I want to talk about. Never mind."

Oh, does it feel like discussing what bothered you today?

Ms. Geena said she was the one who put the most effort into educational institutions, and I knew you were enthusiastic.

And since I started playing with the kids, she's been dealing with them, too.

The kids missed her a lot, and her attitude towards the kids was kind.

Even then, I know she didn't build a school just to fill the kids with study.

Above all, from the attitude of the children who are nostalgic to her, both male and female, I can feel that she is a very preferred person. But the kids don't seem to know her expression either.

Her emoticon game was bad but I laughed. We were playing the game of the kids hitting on what she looked like, but they were all totally inquisitive.

Only the look of anger, it seems we all figured it out soon.

When she gets angry, the tentacles in her body tend to float, like tentacles around her head or something.

Of course I didn't mean to be angry because I deliberately made an expression of anger, but when I get angry, they do.

A child who had been angry once said she was scared when it happened.

No, you're scared when you do, or you were already scared of that condition.

Mr. Byabya, it's a pant look today, but I was normally scared that the inside of that garment was moving irregularly and the tentacles on my head were already moving.

"School, how was it?

Behavior that peeks into my face and asks me as I lean my neck, Mr. Byabya.

It works cute, though. My voice is so cute, too.

If it's a human race, or if it's not, it's a beast system, then it looks amazing.

"It was fun."

"Yes, good,"

Driving rude thoughts to share her honest thoughts, she said with great pleasure.

As usual, I have no idea the expression, but I felt unhappy with the sound of it.

She can't read that thought from her expression, but you're an easy person to understand if you talk to.

"Mr. Byabya, I thought you were a hard man to understand at first, but you're quite easy to understand."

"Huh?

Even when I was talking to the kids, her voice was so soft and tender.

I didn't have that many mouths, but I could tell what I was thinking about the kids, and they were comfortable.

"Yeah, I'm going to misunderstand if we don't talk, but when we talk, it's very"

How she received that response, and then she stared at me without opening her mouth for a while.

I don't know, did I offend you?

"Mr. Tallow, speak well, better?

"Well, if you can talk and communicate, I think it's better."

"Well, okay, I got it. Hard work, hard work."

What will I do my best? I wonder if Mr. Byabya is not good at talking. The way you talk is unique.

He talked to me a lot today because it's school-related, but maybe he doesn't talk as much as he usually did when he was talking to the kids.

As for feeling the goodness of her person, I think it would be better if there were no misunderstandings.

"... Mr. Tallow liked it, gave it to me, good, This is me and, Master Geena's, a dream. I thought it was good, gave it to me, glad,"

Dreams.

Is this what shaped their dreams?

As far as listening to Mr. Geena, I can't measure how much the realization of that dream is for her.

She's the one who fought to see this dream in real life and broke it.

In that sense, maybe she's the real endorser of Mr. Geena.

"I think it's a nice dream. Really, he said it was a wonderful dream. Above all, I admire what I haven't done with my dreams."

I think this dream is the dream I had tomorrow. I think it's a dream that's even more forward than it is now.

So nice, and I respect her for not ending her dreams with dreams.

"Yes, but thanks."

She has returned a heartfelt gratitude.

He just said there was no more satisfaction, he seemed happy.

I figured she'd better talk. I thought everyone would understand that she was a cuter woman.