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

Nakamatsu (Nanamatsumi), the Koshien star who joined the team in the first place in the draft, had increased to two.

to both of us.

Two young melons showed up and started claiming that they were also neutral.

He had the same voice, the same trick, and recorded the same ball speed of 160 kilometers.

... I don't know what that means.

There is another person who has grown.

The sixteen-year-old chess player, Komai, who repainted his winning streak record, was still growing to two.

Flirting and another Komai emerge, insisting that he is the one.

The two Komai were equally armed with chess.

What young geniuses have in common when suddenly a clone occurs is that they have been attacked by a passageway.

About a few days ago, he was cut from behind in the middle of the night and cut his clothes to the left and right.

A few hours later, a mysterious identity appeared.

Genius Growth Incident.

Newspapers and televisions report this incident day and night, and they seem to be obsessed with selflessness.

My Uncle UFO disturbance doesn't matter anymore.

I hope it's not forgotten by the public.

'Cause I'm in a position like the middle of a magician and an entertainer right now.

What a case is going on when it's time to make Gala money.

You definitely care about everyone like this. You're losing interest in me. You might have less work.

"Wouldn't you like to fix this quickly, this..."

Next to watching the evening news as I harrass, Angelica flaunts herself.

I lay low on my bed, reading fashion magazines.

Today's outfit is a black camisole on the top and white shorts on the bottom.

Angelica is a beautiful girl.

The hair cut together at the shoulder is sarcastic blonde, with a neat blue-eyed owner.

She is skinny in shape and has long limbs and limbs.

Yet the chest is voluminous and large out of proportion to the stature of a little over a hundred and fifty centimeters.

With such a "successful miniaturization by collecting only the beauty of white people" girl in the room, it's like a scene in a Hollywood movie.

Angelica has come to Japan and is about two weeks old.

Modern life is totally on the board, and lately you can take delivery on my behalf. I'm just paying the price.

You know, I teach this social system every day, but you'd be a lot younger than that.

These are the years of high adaptability.

Shall I talk to that young brain about one thing?

I hope I get a good answer.

"What does Ange think? This case."

"Hmm..."

"Ange."

"What is it?

Face up from the magazine, Angelica lifts her neck.

I wonder if you didn't hear the TV.

"No, this is it, this. Genius athletes and chess players were suddenly growing to two."

"Isn't that Doppelgenger or something?

"There's no spirit in this world.... Doppelgenger fits in the spirit, doesn't it?

"Yes. And you don't normally speak the language, do you? As silent as opening and closing doors."

"You're answering a hell of an interview, those clones"

"Then what is it?"

"That's what I'm asking."

Wiping the eating cushion around Angelica's mouth with her fingers, she snaps.

"Didn't the twin brothers who broke up alive suddenly come out?

"... well, you're trying to clean up on that line, the press is"

One crack in the twins that parents couldn't raise and put out for adoption found brothers who became famous and began to be exposed to the media.

Whether he was there or standing, he was no longer there, and he became famous in a strange way.

The public is making predictions about whether or not that is the case for the most part.

"Then I think my parents can affirm it."

That's right.

Neither Nakamatsu's parents nor Shidai Komai's parents had any idea of twins.

This child has been born alone, no doubt about it.

I don't know why.

After all, does the other world have something to do with it?

When I think you might be after me again, I feel like I'm in a dark mood.

But so far, no harm has been done to me.

Besides, I've never heard of the rough business of increasing the number of people, even in the world over there.

"But it sounds convenient," Angelica said as I was thinking.

"If it suddenly increases to two, isn't it going to be a lot of progress? Isn't it like your father's behavior has been going on forever?"

"I guess so"

Twice is a little different than being separated.

The other self helps me with something, just feels like it's in my subjectivity.

I'm not physically splitting it between us.

"And more people, like they say, genius, right? Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, well, that's... no. It's not good. It's definitely not good. What happens to copies that suddenly sprang up with the pocon? You know, an identity tea or something."

Who am I? Or something that seems distressing.

"If I get more for both of you, I can leave you to your father's daughter."

"... what the hell"

"So, I'll be your wife."

Saying, Angelica has put her head on my shoulder from behind.

It's time for something to go wrong.

"Ohh."

"What?"

"... with your father, I want to..."

"No."

Absolutely not, I assure you.

It is at this rate that the liking sensibility is kansted and the upper limit is exceeded.

Worse than before.

"Oops - come on. No?"

Angelica presses her chest against my back without hesitation and turns her arms around her neck.

Don't hesitate.

"Why are you so impending... Ah. Father could be fading his male function..."

"You can't be!

I'm a healthy person. I'm not that old yet.

Though he remembers the sensation of Angelica, who closely follows him, he endures it with a steel brave mentality.

We have to move early.

I can't hold myself like this.

Angelica doesn't like it, but let's keep the bedrooms separate.

Even though I have to put in a lot of work to make money for it, the public interest is shifting from me to a proliferation case.

Trouble.

Very troublesome.

Shall I stick my neck in the case for the reason that I have no more body or lid for money?

If you let me solve it early with this hand, you'll get my attention again. They'll come in full of galas.

"Father, please."

"Oh, my God, I'm not gonna do anything weird."

"I'm not on it. That's fine with the other guy. Why don't you ask me something else instead?

"... you want me to buy clothes too"

I would have bought it yesterday.

I'm a pretty sweet dad, too.

"I want to watch a movie"

"Again? Well, fine."

You're the one who can't help it, and I switch on the DVD deck.

"I'm bored with the news. Other shows, too."

Angelica is as good as she looks, and her taste is Mr. Geidin.

So I don't really show interest in Japanese television.

Just check out the show I'm on, and the others say, "What's this?" through with a face.

That would be boring while I'm at work, so I've been renting western movies all over the rental shop lately.

Geidin 'entertainment is the best thing about Geidin'.

Angelica's favorite is the famous fantasy film based on the novel.

The one where elves and hobbits come out and dump the ring.

Watching it gives me peace of mind like home, and so on.

Well, that's the kind of world view you're born with.

"Is that it, after all? You want to watch Fantasy again today?

I'll ask Angelica and gossip a bag of rental shops.

I just borrowed one action movie for me, and the other four are all Angelica's favorites.

I hope you like it.

Taking a piece depicting the adventures of the Hobbits in such a cordial mood, Angelica devoured a completely different piece.

"I like that."

"Huh? No, this isn't for Ange."

"'Cause the guy, he's in good shape."

……

"I want to watch"

What Angelica is referring to as "it" is an action film I borrowed to watch.

The case depicts a musculoskeletal starring actor.

The two arms exposed from the thin shirt are wrapped neatly in the muscles.

Blood vessels emerge in the swollen force bush, which would be true if they told me it was a good body.

... your taste is foreigner everywhere, the Angelica one.

Japanese girls would prefer a little more handsome.

Do you like muscle muckies? Right. Well, women from different worlds generally did.

"It's not cheating or anything, even your father is in good shape. Your father's body is my favorite. Just see, here's the thing... don't you care? I'm studying, studying. It's just curiosity."

Nice body.

Well, I've been a brave man over there for seventeen years, so I'm working out.

It's still tight from the neck down.

This is the only place you can be praised for my appearance.

"Don't say anywhere else that your father's body is your favorite."

I'm sure it'll be misunderstood.

I respond to Angelica's request while prompting attention.

Insert an action movie starring the Mukimuki actor and press the play button.

After the distribution company's logo name appears, the title appears.

It's also called "Lambeau - One Army".

Published in 1982, it's an action piece.

It is a famous work in film history, depicting the sadness of soldiers returning from the Vietnam War.

I was a hero on the battlefield, but if I went back to my hometown, I'd treat it like a swelling.

I can't even find a job and I'm not familiar with a peaceful society inside.

I'm plagued by torture and battle flashbacks over and over again, and I fight back with all my might for a little malice.

A mind and body that has been altered for war causes unwanted strife.

It's not just an entertainment film, it's a soldier's willingness to portray trauma (PTSD).

I'm not the only one who borrowed this for fun.

Because the hero looked like me.

I didn't think it was very human resources, so I borrowed it.

In the screen, the main character is just killing the sheriff.

We have developed a problem that we should have been able to solve in our discussions into a homicide in excessive defense.

"Fine, is it a film that feels cruel?

"Oh."

"I'm not very good at that, but this protagonist is kinda pathetic"

"Oh."

"Are you a soldier who has been crushed by your country?"

"Oh."

"... father? You're not responding well, are you?

"Oh."

That's right. When they fight and sell, they get cut right up and they get their hands on it.

You can't find a job.

No matter how physically competent you are, you can't. You're hurting your own life.

I dare to choose all the paths that treat me crudely, and if I realize it, it's falling apart.

That was the end of the Return Soldier's path, which did not receive proper care.

... hey, so am I? Is that the one called heart trauma? I think so.

I can't take my eyes off the screen.

The situation of the protagonist, who is isolated as he falls, overlaps with me, who has just returned to Japan.

If I noticed, I would try to be greedy and watch. An hour and thirty minutes of the story felt just enough.

It wasn't long.

"Ha-wa...... You're not telling the truth, are you?... What, father? Are you crying!?

They say, it makes me angry.

When I put my hand on my cheek, it was beautifully wet.

"Maybe it's because I was watching other guys giggle!?

"It's not like that."

Shit, I sympathize with the main character. There were tears too naturally.

I think I might have some military experience.

If it's a muddy battlefield, and he was killing each other, you know what I mean?

That's the only thing in Japan right now that's Yobo Yobo's grandfather.

"... even if you don't like it, did you remember?

That's the place, he replies, wiping his eyes.

Should I get mental counseling or something?

I don't know what you're doing. But.

It's outrageous how thirty men cry in front of their teenage daughters.

I just reached for the tissue box and Angelica got out of bed.

When you go around in front of me without a sound, you hug me silently.

Pough, and a soft feeling hits my face.

You're pushing my face against my chest. My right hand is stroking my head.

"Hey. What are you going to do?"

This is a child who will be abandoned by his mother.

I'm a good adult, and this guy's a kid.

But Angelica doesn't want to rest her hands.

"Your father has me, so it's okay."

"Stop, let go. You're not my pussy."

"I'm your father's daughter, your wife, and I'm your mother. I'm your sister, and I'm your sister."

"... what?

"The role of the woman's family, I'll do it by myself. That's why it's okay. With me and your father, you'll be fine."

I'm not sure what's okay.

That, in the first place, doesn't make me feel any better.

Yet.

It's getting kind of comfortable, I had myself.