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

When I entered the studio with Kurosawa Producer, I just entered the meeting.

Sit in a pipe chair and come up with an opinion while surrounded by cameras.

I don't know a legitimate corporate meeting because my career is filled part-time.

Still, somehow, I know the atmosphere here is unusual.

Kurosawa producers flirting on chairs and advertising agency greats.

Around it stand countless unknown girls. Everything seems to be idle eggs, but it is unclear why we are here.

Girls with more than amateurs and less than idols. He's touching our bodies, so he's restless.

It's a charming air, reminiscent of the word "concoction".

Is a TV station that specializes in variety something that is also floating?

Well, something like this.

I didn't originally have any admiration for the broadcasting industry.

I know that my daughter, who was a beauty of local reputation, debuted as a purist actress.

But she was not only beautiful, she was a billed walnut.

The man was kind of a jerk, and he was waving violence on campus.

The media doesn't touch anything on her background when she was grey, and treats her like a muscled lady.

Just before I was summoned to another world, I had a relative who quit college and became an entertainer.

It's been seventeen years since then, so I was wondering if even the MC is doing it by now, I don't know.

Unfortunately, he was completely broken.

According to Auntie's story, there was a time when she would only be in one of the stands for a variety show for a moment, but if she noticed, she would have disappeared.

One day he came home pretentious and full of debt, and now he's drinking for me. And there was a tattoo carved on his back.

I think so.

Turn someone's life into a number by smearing it or eating it up.

That's the world of television.

I'm convinced of that, and I'm breaking it off as a relationship that we use each other.

But now, what do the idol apprentices think of me and the producers voicing their flattery?

They say they've put them in the entertainment industry they admire, but they're made to be no different from the companions.

More directly, pillow sales.

One girl gave me a business card saying that Mr. Neutral is in good shape, right?

"There's been a lot of amazing work lately, hasn't there? I've always liked tricks, and I practice at home and stuff. I think it's good for an assistant or something."

I'll think about it.

It is received as a courtesy and becomes a chest pocket.

I'm gonna break it later and throw it in the toilet.

I'm sure some of these girls will be heartbroken.

I guess I'll be betrayed by dreams and start resenting society.

I read in a book about when people were most willing to kill when they were rejected by the person they tried to sweeten.

I think you're right.

Love turns into hatred when you are betrayed by what was in your favor.

What happens to the summoning brave when he returns to his homeland at the end of a long adventure - when he is not familiar with modern society?

Wouldn't it be easy to change your mind about killing when Japan didn't accept it?

Me, too, there was a time when it was about to happen.

But soon, he turned the spear of anger into himself.

Because I realized I didn't deserve to resent society for killing Elsa with this hand.

"... then that's one thing. Mr. Neutral, can I?"

The meeting is over.

When I got up slowly, I walked in front of the camera.

This is what happens in meetings.

When I can put a cloth on the girl as a child, her twin sister comes out of the floor.

Remove the cloth. Wonder, human growth magic.

And then I curse the killer to bollocks, and I say, "Anyone can do this! If you regret it, name it! ♪ And it's a flow of funny provoking and showing ♪

Only floating variety.

It's an entertainment show.

It is also assumed that viewers will spot you when you are using twins.

I'm doing the same thing again, and if they laugh at me and get the numbers, that's fine.

"That won't do."

Five seconds before the production, and the floor director countdown begins.

Five, four, three, ni, one.

"Start"

I turn to the role of a child and laugh.

He would still be around ten years old. His face is always normal and he has a small, single-eyed look.

You just look adorable because of your age, and you grow up to be a plain woman anywhere.

Aside from being a one-egg twin, she's a girl with no personality whatsoever.

"Now let's go with the magic of a rare era, eccentric middleman!

When I could put a cloth on the girl with a loose voice, I shook my hips and turned to the camera.

I feel like a clown.

"We've been making noise in the alley lately, there's been a proliferation incident. Why don't we try that one, too, uncle? Is that it?"

Wahahahahaha, and the staff can laugh.

I'm only the third one.

I can't hate it and admire it, and I have to keep a standing that is blurred and liked by everyone.

"What do you think will happen if I put this cloth on?

What do you think, the producers jumped the jerk?

Watching them smile makes them look like part of a circle activity, not a job.

The look on AD's face, which is used like a limb, is serious.

When I covered the girl with a black cloth, I gave Campe my eyes.

"Let me hold it for ten seconds."

and.

In the meantime, I guess my sister will come out from under the floor.

"Yes, my uncle is going to try and get more of this kid now. It's increasing now. Seriously."

It's cheerful clowns to imagine.

I think it should be a laugh.

Remove the cloth.

"Whoa! Oh my god!? Aren't the girls splitting up beautifully!?

Turn your voice over deliberately, and I'll jump up.

"Hey...... I didn't think my uncle could do it either. It's surprisingly easy."

The cameras in the studio are pointing at me.

"... As we all know, my uncle is the owner of hip power. I can break a metal bat with my butt, and I can save lives. I had a really hard time wearing this.... very, very"

The twin girls were looking up at me with no emotion.

"If anyone had the same power as my uncle... that person must have had a great deal of difficulty too. If you don't dedicate something important, you won't be able to come to this realm. What did you lose? Is that like slashing someone unscrupulously and increasing them and getting them back?... I'm not telling you not to hit eight. I had a lot of fights, too. But you're overdoing it. If you're jumping around this far, one day you'll get a tail back. Let's not do this anymore. You know what I'm doing to you."

The complexion of the staff changes. It's not like a meeting, I heard voices.

"If you want to play around any more, turn it off. There's damage to my familiarity. It's time to stop."

A little too emotional.

I get anxious that it could be cut a lot.

But Kurosawa producer snorted quietly.

"You're getting interesting"

And he's just laughing at his mouth.

My eyes aren't laughing.

"Mr. Neutral, do you have any idea who did this? Nice, we might get a public showdown."