Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I've done irrevocable things.

I chose the worst path by virtue of what else I would have done.

Yes, I did save the world.

He was even called the most powerful brave man of all time. I could have killed the Demon King with one hand.

But there was too much I lost.

So maybe this is the punishment I've been given.

Even today, I wash the dishes while the manager scolds me for nettiness.

Noro, how long have you been doing this, who's still better off when they say.

"I can't really use it. Neutral!"

Excuse me.

"This is why I have ex-drawns... See? I guess guys like you kill their parents, huh? Let's do it right after the family meeting."

It's the size that everyone in the store can hear, and they throw up disgust.

Pull, huh?

I don't deny it.

Because if you look at the blank period on your resume, everyone will interpret it that way.

My background is a bit, no, quite unique.

What a summons to another world at the age of fifteen!

In the so-called world of medieval European fantasy, swords and magic.

And there's a game-like system, weird space-time.

I spent seventeen years in the land.

Teens and twenties alike devoted themselves to adventure and, if they noticed, were thirty-two years old.

At the end of a long journey, it was last year that we finally defeated the Demon King.

So when it comes to what happened, it's a transfer to Japan.

That's enough, good luck. Brave men should return to their homeland.

That's what they said about it, and it was poignantly returned to Japan.

There's more to it than that.

In the beginning, I thought it was a dream.

Naturally, my parents were terribly surprised to see my son suddenly show up in front of my home.

That's right.

He's been missing for a long time. If my kid hadn't shown his face in over a decade, it would be normal to jump up.

"You're alive!? But I was wondering if they would say," When did you go out!? was. "

Well, that's the thing.

Before sending me back to Japan, the clerics said they were going to take the integrity of their memories.

It seems that the years when I had various adventures in different worlds have been altered by the perception that I was "drawn to home" in this world.

My mind was intact, and the memories of the people around me were distorted.

I don't know how, but it's convenient... no, it could have been an extra favor.

'Cause that's what I could do. My background,

"Keisuke Nakamoto, thirty-two years old. No Stroke Job History, Former Pull '

Because it is.

There's no way you can find a decent job.

It has been almost a year since I was sent back to Japan, but I have spent part time working as a rolling destination.

Now he works in a ramen shop in front of the station.

When I was in another world, I sliced oak and stuff with the holy sword. I call that pig human a spa.

That's now, then, the days of chopping roasted pork (chashu) with a Chinese knife.

Sure, I'm good at cutting pigs, but he said it wasn't like this.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm touching it.

I wonder if I've been hallucinating for a long time.

I can't believe I was brave. It's all paranoid, and the truth is, I've been sleeping at my parents' house the whole time.

But I still have a status window in my sight, and I can use magic.

If you care about that, you can even lift the truck with just your fingers.

Skills and physical abilities are no different from those of different worlds.

I was always sane and remained a brave man.

I wish they would have sent me back after weakening it to the general public anyway.

I'm too powerful right now to add or subtract.

Care to stay within the confines of a normal person can be a hell of a blurry move.

Thanks to you, the dishes are dropped and cracked, the birth of a Dodger clerk.

Whatever the pretty girl is, she's over thirty old and this won't be tolerated.

If the category is my "Owned Items," it is possible to apply the magic of Enhanced Grants.

If you magically increase your endurance, you can handle it with my idiotic power and it won't break.

That's what I do with my belongings, but the store dishes were handled as property of the manager.

Therefore, it cannot be strengthened, and it seems like this.

Outside the house, I'm nothing but an annoying demon.

No job lasts long.

I have nothing right now. There are no shards left, such as the glory of a former hero.

Bottom line of society.

But I'm glad about that.

Because I'm a sinner.

Considering that I was the world over there, I have to keep making amends forever.

- Master Brave, you can really defeat the Demon King with this. Our lives don't go to waste, do they?

Apologizing for the sounding voice in my head, I finished the day's work.

There are two broken plates. That's the smallest record I've ever had.