My Skills Are Too Strong to Be a Heroine

"Ah, it's cut. It's already plump. This is terrible."

"I can see the red thread of fate" and the fortune-teller shop, which is highly reputable among high school students, was very annoying, contrary to the popularity of the long line of snakes.

When put through a suspicious tent, a suspicious woman dressed in a suspicious costume who hides her mouth with cloth like an Arab dancer groans the most "thousand yen" in the opening. He was then held by the hand that gave him the note and observed his pinky silently with a magnifying glass. I feel like an insect. And in less than five seconds, it is the beginning of the dialogue. Looks like it's cut, the red thread of my destiny. That's the information I got for a thousand yen after school.

"Sensei, this child is still seventeen years old. Can you do something about it?"

Sayama, a second-year student in the same department, clamped his mouth down after reacting like a mother whose son had been sentenced to life in the hospital. I just came to accompany Sayama in the first place, so why do I have to suffer such unnecessary slander...?

"Ah, that's impossible. Normally, the red thread can't be cut that easily, but this one is cut by the other party. I don't know how to do this without asking God."

"To whom?

That's exactly what I said. No, I don't believe in red threads, but that's true.

"Wow, what terrible thing did you do when you were cut off from your destiny? It's time to stop. I'll stab you for how much you can do."

"I can't, and I can't... you mean that person and I have already met?

"Hmm, you're meeting... oh, no, that's not what I'm talking about. Yeah, the other kid knows you. Otherwise, I won't cut the thread myself."

Listening to that, I smile bitterly. I don't know who it is, but it's quite...

"Looks like you've been hated a long time. I don't know who he is."

"You're an idiot. I cut myself because I love it. You're such a fool that neither you nor she can be saved."

The fortuneteller giggles and laughs as he says something mysterious, and thinks "but" funny.

"There are edges that can't be cut. If even a piece of fiber remains, it may be spinned and knotted again. This is not the time."

As soon as the fortuneteller laughed, he pulled out his real face for sales and demanded a thousand yen from Sayama.

Next to Sayama, who has been sentenced to death such as "Wait five years", she looks at her left little finger blurrily. Well, obviously, I didn't see anything. That's a fairy tale, not a different world.

"Have you ever cut the red thread of fate, Maki-na-san?

"What? You're a romantic prince with a creepy, cold slant and a realist? I want to hang up on this call right now before I do something about the thread."

"You still hate me so much....."

Hmm, this familiar first came to mind when I was related and didn't like me, but it doesn't seem to be the same. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm on the phone to check it out....

Lie down on the bed in the room and lay down hands-free with your smartphone still complaining cheerfully.

─ ─ For now, Shibuya Masahina-san is the only one who can prove the fairy tale that happened to me last month. If you tell someone, they'll suspect you first, but I can't believe it was a dream, about that alien Summon Monster.

Deep, can't you remember yet? Memories of the other world. "

"Hmm...."

I was told to close my eyes and think back, but all the details of what happened in that world are blurry and ambiguous. I thought it was something like that. I wonder if it will take a long time to remember after the metastasis.

But when I contacted one of the five heroes in my memory, Makocchana, her memory was very different from mine. From the moment she transitioned, she remembers in detail what steps she took, who she talked to, where she felt and what she felt.

"... but me too, the memories since we met in that snowy town are terribly vague. I just don't have a lot to explain. How did we defeat the Devil in the first place? Who stabbed him to death? I wonder why they don't remember the most important thing recently."

"... I wonder why"

"Hey deep, you asked me to play the piano in the master's building, right deep? Wasn't it?

…………

If she kept silent without being able to affirm it, Makocchana sighed and murmured as if it had been predicted.

"I remember the song I played, someone applauded me, and I was happy about it... but I can't remember who was next door..."

I can't help but hate that feeling.

How did I defeat that immortal beast in my first town? I wonder why I hated that high-ranking sorcerer so much. I should have gone alone on that island, but I think there was someone next door who was worried about getting seasick. I wonder why I started to think that snow wasn't bad.

I feel like I've forgotten something important, but I can't remember. It's like the thread is broken, and the tip of the collar is not connected to anything.

When I stared at the ceiling, I thought I was on the phone, but suddenly there was a ringing tone and my shoulders trembled. Makocchana doesn't pay attention to things like greetings when she hangs up with me. I slowly responded to the call, which came from Sayama, while suppressing my sluggish heart.

"I've been thinking about it a lot, but I can't wait five years. You don't have to be destined to introduce someone, such as an older sister who is familiar with children."

"I'm so jealous of that thickness right now...."

While impressed by the cleanliness of the declaration, I politely decline the request because I don't want to sell my friend to a witch.

Sayama said joyfully that she felt like she would definitely hit the ancient text tomorrow, that a girl in my class cut her hair slightly, but that was cute, and that there was no other love. The feeling that somehow resembled the loneliness in your chest became blurry and obscure as you stroked each other.

I saw a pinky finger that couldn't see anything. Looking at someone who had been cut long ago, I knew why my chest hurt and I closed my eyes to shake it off.