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

I stood on the station platform and watched the news site from my smartphone.

Please wait inside the yellow line, crushing the wait while listening to the repeated announcement obstinately.

The way I go to the TV station is basically by train.

Use a taxi only when you pay for transportation.

There can be no more impotence like jumping and moving over a building than hiding yourself with cover-up magic turns out to be on camera.

At least not while it's bright. Make a fuss.

A fuss.

I also wonder if I'd rather do that.

If you jump around in public, Mr. Neutral invented a new trick again, you might want to pay attention.

You want me to do this?

and it's about to be a throwing thought.

But if you don't really get used to the footage of me flying around, I feel like scoopy diminishing.

There is a risk that the rate at which the public will get tired of it will accelerate.

I think it would be better to keep this kind of thing small, so I can live longer.

Same as the artist's one-shot gag.

When it erupts, life expectancy shrinks.

We have to expose ourselves to the media for as long as possible and make money.

Even so, the news site displayed on the screen at hand conveys the brutal truth.

Apparently, attention online is being taken away by divided baseball players.

Featured Article Number One is an increased number of Nakamura players. Four-stage Komai with more two places.

So, third place is me. He shows off his trick of snapping a metal bat with his ass while it's on the air, and it's finally in this order.

It's not a trick, it's just a physical ability, but it's a trick in the world.

The masses are boring.

It no longer surprises me enough to jump high or destroy something sturdy.

More, and the demands escalate.

And besides, don't respond as you say.

Fine tuning is important to gradually unveil the ability to make an impact without showing your hands all at once.

Destroy an automobile with your ass next time?

Or do we lift people up with our asses?

Why don't we just get the fuck off my ass?

As I was putting my thoughts around the new story, I heard a puan and a prestigious siren.

Here comes the train.

They come close, making sure to twist over the large curved tracks.

No, Ange didn't like trains, which makes me crazy to remember.

Father, the iron snake is here! It's a hell of a squeal!

And he seemed terribly freaked out.

From another world. Oh, does that look so?

This is adorable now, but I need to get him used to it someday.

That's how it was when I was feeling like your father all morning.

Turning his gaze forward, he saw something strange.

A black shadow fell on the tracks from the platform.

At first, I thought someone threw it in a bag.

but if you look closely, your hands, feet, and hair are growing. Nodding, shivering.

I wore a black coat, it was a girl.

"What are you doing? Hey."

The surroundings become noisy.

- Jump in and kill yourself. or a fall accident.

Did you even let it slip on your leg?

The train is just around the corner.

It will be crushed as it is. The flesh of a raucous young girl becomes a mince in front of me.

I can't make it. I don't have a second before I bump into you.

Under normal laws of physics, it's a life you can't help.

But here are the people who can twist the rules.

There are miracles that can be reached if the power has been given in a world that is not here.

Magic of enhancement grant in a moment of judgment, jumping down the track.

My feet were shattered when I jumped because I strengthened my legs so much.

"You can't help it!

I held the girl's thin body up, screaming.

Don't put your hair down for a while and try to jump a second time.

Pash.

and left the sound of cutting the wind, and I landed on the opposite platform.

Girls and two, make sure they fall apart and sit back.

In time, it would have happened less than a comma second.

A moment late, the train passes with a braking noise.

Gally Gally Gally Gally! and the sound of the wheels shredding the rails rang.

"Dead? Dead?

"He said he's alive! There!"

"Whoa, whoa! Moment move. Moment move!

The people in line at home get excited.

"I made it..."

When I breathed relief, I glanced at the girl in my arm.

Black hair, stretched to the area around the shoulder blades.

She is a seemingly adult girl. Is it still about high school?

I can't see my eyes well because I'm covered in forehead.

Point your gaze at the bottom of your face.

On his cheek, there were tear marks.

It must have been quite a fear.

I don't know if it was an accident or an attempted suicide, but if you're afraid to die, help me and you're right.

"... you won't come to claim compensation or anything"

I hear if you park the train, you have to pay a lot of money, but is it okay?

The salesman who stood by me said he was pompous as he was fighting the realistic anxiety I had come late.

"If you save lives, you won't be charged."

The spectators seem to have returned the words to me.

The applause begins at the same time.

"Awesome. I saw it!

"Is that the human movement?

"Isn't that the magician who's been on TV lately?

"Uh, that flying or butt-fold metal bat"

"Awesome, ass awesome"

"I don't think I helped you with your ass..."

patchy patchy, and the chorus of the palms continued for nearly three minutes.

When that's done, the shooting party begins surrounding me and the girl.

If you're a celebrity, you've decided you don't need to hesitate, or you can fit your whole body in a smartphone camera without scraping it.

"Hey... stop..."

Is wild horse guts a priority when you say there's a girl who's just dying and crying?

What happened to Japan?

Has this been happening since I was here?

When it was taken away, I felt the hem of my clothes being pulled.

When I lowered my gaze, the girl's white hands were hard to reach.

"... Um..."

Yes, I've been holding this girl for a long time.

No matter how many rescuers you are, this is sexual harassment.

"No, you should go away."

Reflectively raising her arms, the girl also raised her face.

From under my forehead, my bright white skin and wet eyes become dewy.

Dry lips are bright blue, as if they are not vibrant.

He was weak, like someone else when I met him at the store.

"Ayako?

After all, you're Mr. Neutral. The whispering voice is slightly trembling.

The Billboard Daughter at the ancient bookstore was weeping in an unusual way.