Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Ghosts and Ninjas

Out of the conference room, it was a private room in the grass room that was guided.

Make it spacious. Something like six tatami.

It feels a lot narrower than it actually is because of the scattering of clothes and mysterious objects that you have no idea what to use for.

I don't know what to say, it's dirty.

What do you mean, you can't see the floor?

"Clean the grasshopper."

"Bad, bad. I'm not letting people in this room."

Between the grass, which laughs at the fact that he didn't do anything wrong, he also loses his anger.

"Do you want to sit down for now?

Pull out a pile of garbage and pull out a chair.

Other than that, there was only a place where the bed seemed to sit, so let me sit thankfully.

Kusama sat down on the bed.

That's the only place to sit.

"For now, it's been a long time"

"Whoa. I didn't even have time to talk before this."

At the time of the last meeting, we met face to face but withdrew without a word.

So this is the first time I've had a conversation in person since my previous life.

I can tell you it's been a really long time.

Especially in my case, it's the first time I've been a man's reincarnator and I've been quite close to him.

Neither Mr. White nor Mr. Sophia had an interaction before reincarnation, and there was nothing exciting about the conversation, so there is something extra about this reunion.

"Seriously, it's been a long time. How'd you ever do that?

"That's a lot longer when we talk."

A lot has happened in this world.

When you start talking about it, it gets pretty long.

Although I'd like to enjoy a conversation with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, I wouldn't be able to keep talking to you.

Besides, when I talk about my past, it's a dark conversation.

I didn't want this opportunity to be a dark atmosphere.

"I mean, are you serious about joining the war as a demon?

"I'm serious."

"Eh. Stop it. It's not war or sanity."

A bitter laugh leaks between grasses that look sincerely disgusting.

Apparently Kusama has never tasted as harsh a situation as I have.

That attitude of avoiding war dazzled me again.

"Don't Kusama join the war?

"I won't. You don't have enough wars or any number of lives. I'll be damned if I'm about to let you. Oh, this is off the record."

I deny my participation in the war in a light manner that I do not consider to be a human being in the heart of the divine Word religion, an organization that can be said to be a representative of the human race, even if it is.

I wish I was free.

Damn it, I'm sure this guy's going to get flushed and join the war when it comes down to it.

That's what Kusama was like.

Try to wrap it around something long and only take it where it tastes good, and on the contrary pull the poverty lottery.

That's the guy.

"Still, during the talks, aren't you too nervous?

"Bakka! Omei, you shouldn't be so nervous! Why am I in a place like that? Seriously, it's half out of place."

Relieve yourself of the same small citizen.

You haven't changed.

As he also said, it may be more harsh to say that Kusama, who was nervous just because he was hit during school classes, is not nervous in that tingly atmospheric meeting.

"Instead, you're the one who can speak out loud in there."

"Ha. Maybe he went around and shook it off."

Though I might even call that a hit.

Even then, I was speaking quite nervously in a different way than Kusama.

With the nervousness that if you make a mistake, it might be erased.

"Hey, Sayama."

Grasshopper calls in the same way he did before.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Call me Lars if you can."

I also felt like they could call me the same as before in the grass room.

But I still don't want to name my old name.

That's like a boring obsession if I tell you, but I really don't think that the names of my past life and the names I got my parents in this world deserve to be named after me now.

"Sayama, when did you wake up with Kitchen II disease?

"That's not what I'm saying. I don't want to be called by my real name if there's a complicated situation."

"Hmm. Well, if you say so."

I know you didn't convince me, but Kusama did.

But Kitchen Two is sick.

Mr. Sophia told me too, but it recesses plain.

"Oh, so come on, Sasaki, uh, Lars? I don't think so, but there's no such thing as you hanging out with Mr. Young Leaf, is there?

"What?"

"What? No! How long have you been beside Young Leaf, the goddess of school? If the others find out, they'll kill you!? Even without the fact that it's stuck!

Ah, uh.

Indeed, Mr. Bai, rather than the young leaves of his previous life, had.

It's just that there was no one to do anything like confession or anything because of the intimate atmosphere, and it's a fact that it was admired by far rolls.

Just because you're near that young leaf, some of them might be pointing a kill at you.

"It's okay, 'cause it's not such a sweet relationship"

As for knowing Mr. White right now, I wouldn't have that kind of emotion if I made a mistake.

"Okay. Then keep an eye on Young Leaf so he doesn't get weird bugs! You're the only one I can count on!

"Yes, sir."

Flush properly.

I don't think Mr. White can have a boyfriend, even if I don't do anything.

Mr. White, you don't seem interested in that.

"I mean, make it Young Leaf, Sakura, Lars, why hasn't it changed with your face? As far as I know, if I were born again, my face would change."

"I'm not sure about that either."

I didn't make this face in hopes of it.

"I guess what we have in common is that both me and Mr. White were formerly demons. You know, evolving from demons to human shapes to be the face of a previous life?

"No, Young Leaf, I hear you were a demon called a labyrinth nightmare or something. Grandpa said."

"Grandpa?"

"Pope"

How could this guy be so nervous at the table that he can call the head of the big organization?

I don't really understand the standards there.

"Whatever it is that I just talked to and listened to, is it true that Mr. Young Leaf is making quite a mess?

"It's true. That's a little scary."

I'm sorry that Kusama seems to break the fantasy he has of Mr. White, but it's true that Mr. White has his hands on all sorts of shitty things.

I hear you're slaughtering from that mouth, and it's been declared that you will.

I can't stop it, and from now on, I'm in a position to help.

"I see that young leaf. That's what it is."

Is there one?