Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

(Ha... I don't want to go back... I'm leaving like this...)

Daisuke Ermi thinks while sitting on the train seat. One younger Kenji Mitsuze sits in the seat next to him. Next to it sits Kenji Mitsuze's brother Ryoichi Mitsuze. Ryoichi must be four years older than Daisuke because she says she's five years old.

Early yesterday morning, Daisuke died as head of the company's business partner. Today, before noon, Kenji was attending the funeral of the deceased section chief, and at that funeral home, Kenji's brother Yoshiichi and I met face to face. I didn't feel comfortable exchanging business cards at the funeral parlor for the boulders, and the greetings were there for the three of us to attend the funeral, finish the fragrance and incense entrusted to me by the company, and the three of us had lunch before boarding the express train to Shinjuku. Greeting and exchanging business cards is done at the dining room. All three have removed their black ties on the spot and replaced them with regular ones. I honestly didn't want to be with him because he was a company with completely different industries and didn't seem to have any contacts.

Daisuke is not a very good quality to get along with the first person she meets. But I can cut it off and say hello properly as a sales minimum, and I can talk quite a bit about it. I also understand the need to show my face to the funeral of a business partner who just took over the charge last month, not so much as to say a subordinate, Kenji.

Generally speaking, the deceased section chief was in the hospital when he took over from Kenji, who was overwhelmingly longer with him, so Kenji, the current representative, is not familiar with himself. I didn't think I was sick when I saw him before he was admitted to the hospital.

(Cancer is horrible. You're going to kill people in just a few months...)

Yesterday, I was informed that the section chief had died. That was the first thing I thought. He must have been in his forties, too early to die. I thought I should be careful with my health, and I also thought it would be a good opportunity to review and revamp my normal self-depraved life. I just thought so.

Anyway, today for over half a day, I knew I was going to crush it at the funeral, so I was cleaning up the work I could do during yesterday, but there's a lot left to do when I get back to the office. I went home today and slept, and I just had to work hard from tomorrow, I was feeling about it. But I also understand that this is not going to happen. There are a number of quotes and product materials to submit by the end of the day.

As he put his arms together and meditated on his eyes, Daisuke was trying to think of something troublesome. Next door, the Kose brothers have a family conversation. Daisuke didn't really like Kenji Mitsuze. I don't exactly like it anymore, you should say. When I finally started my second year in the company I currently work for, Kenji Mitsuze, who had joined as a junior under one, had a slight slope, but was an easy type to talk to and encouraged me to say, "How can I work out of hand and not be understood?"

I'll be at work as close to regular as I can, and I'll be home as regular as I can. Sales results are also spoiled by ratings that are too "not possible", but not bad enough to be cut. My pleasure lies elsewhere than in the company, and I only work in order to sing holidays and get food for my life. Of course, some people work hard, but what happens when they are born? If I become a manager or better than the section manager, I won't even pay for overtime. Not that I don't like working overtime, but I just want to spend that time enjoying my life rather than making overtime money. I just can't find any significance in earning overtime because I'm happy there with my current job and my annual income.

At the beginning of his employment, Kenji Mitsuze had the same idea. It wasn't particularly close, but it was in the same department, and the year of joining the company was only different for one year. We both empathized with each other's way of thinking, and somehow accommodated each other.

However, Kenji has changed since about three to four years ago. He suddenly moved on to work, also communicating internally, and on holidays he started dating his boss's golf. At first, it was to the extent of putting a face to a golf competition that would take place among the department directors and board members. At that time, I just thought to the extent of "oh, I like golf". Then, for a while, he entered the job vigorously, gaining independence as a sales agent and transforming himself into a fine mid-level employee.

At the age of thirty, Daisuke and his company automatically became the chief, and four years later, he became acting section chief. After that, we need to grab a promotion with strength. It is a rare company that has long had a common promotion method in major financial institutions and so on. I wondered if Kenji was aiming for more than a section chief, but I didn't think that being married and having kids was making me feel responsible for my family that way. Daisuke herself lived a life without her, so she just couldn't think that far.

Good conversation with the superiors and good reception from the women employees. Kenji, who was good at making the original face, became the central figure in the department. Events such as camping and skiing he plans always kill his application. The women employees don't speak up and say, "If Mitsuze is going, I'm going, too."

I go for drinks one-on-one with my boss, one-on-one with colleagues including Daisuke, and one-on-one with female employees. Of course, I go for a one-on-one drink with a bachelor bureau close to forty years old with a nice smile on my face. When you have a good conversation and are thorough with the listener, you do not block the person from talking. Daisuke herself has nowhere to be excluded from Kenji, whose sales results also soared and who at some point became a super salarier. I thought you understood my policy, and I actually enjoyed the subtle and shrewd conversation enough if I did. It's just that I've felt like a fellowship until now, and somehow I've become difficult to get close to.

Yoichi, Mitsuze's brother, whom I met today, likewise made me smell like a super salad man. It was at the funeral place that I was mysteriously low on mouth, but I have helped poke at strange parts of my mind, such as greetings, public stories and topical choices that cared about Daisuke during my meals.

(Recently, I was uncomfortable with Mitsuze, but this brother is pretty good, too. It just seems like the world I live in is different)

That's what I thought, I didn't have a relationship in the future, and when I got on the train, I decided to pretend I slept and kill my time. I really didn't mind falling asleep if I could.

I was feeling this about twenty minutes before he really let go of consciousness.

When did you think you would be able to do it in this world somehow? When I was five, or more? Ermi Daisuke again, Valdemar Navascus wiped the sweat floating on his forehead with a hand tufted around his neck as he swayed the bamboo down into the soil. Now he's just a little over eight at full age.

I had a strange dream the other night as soon as I finished my field job, had dinner and went to bed. He spoke to a being who calls himself God in his dreams. Until then I understood that I had been reborn into this world on the occasion of an accident when there was really a life in my previous life that I had tried to assume was half a dream. The only thing that was legitimate was my ability to think and my memory of the past, which connected me to the perception that I was different from other people. An intrinsic skill that has been determined to be lying even when consulted. I understood that they really belonged to me properly and that the growth power greatly outweighed the general public in this world.

Val remembers his life since he was reborn. I didn't know what it was for a while after I was reborn. I was temporarily stunned to accept that I was finally reborn after a while and to learn that I was born as a child of a serf. It seemed shocking that there were only four fingers on the hands and feet of the whole family, including myself, but I was reassured that apparently I was just born into such a race and not something imperfect. However, as I learned about my actual life, I thought this would not be so bad.

Sure, farming is heavy labor, but in general I also found out that the vast majority of people are slave classes and are not treated as poorly as imagined from the literal. It was more of a life of old Japanese peasants themselves. It was also understandable some time ago that they were not unintentionally subject to trafficking, but in fact they were rarely such things. Living very normally, marrying, and having children is not in itself that difficult. My second son, three men, if anything less, may be said to be somewhat difficult, but I was born as the eldest son of this family once.

I was lucky enough to grow without one illness, and my diet, although the quality is certainly not comparable to that of Japan in my past memory, the amount of calories needed for labor is paid for in full. Even the civilian squire of the owner of his own family is not a bad person. The Lord of the village, the House of Ser Boffitt, is also not seen to lay down a repressive regime and carry out harsh takeovers, etc.

Val was there happy with his current situation and the rewards he would receive. It is true that there are few holidays, but there is no choice but to engage in farming in a world of such low civilization. Besides, it also felt interesting to try farming. Only for what I have taken care of, it grows properly, comes to fruition when the time comes, and returns as a crop. I don't have to feel rewarded in that sense.

At best, I have little knowledge of agricultural matters. Of course, there was almost zero knowledge, such as that involved in the primary industry, such as fishing, forestry and hunting. Earthlings who are spoiled for an undeveloped low level of life during their childhood also thought they looked down. In the end, however, I learned so reluctantly that to live in this world I would not even reach the feet of their undeveloped earthlings with their knowledge, their way of thinking, etc., and in the end it was to my credit that I was committed to being accepted and accepted.

It is now considered to be a very normal serf child with just some good head rotation. In fact, I have often tried to improve and manufacture new agricultural equipment, but when I said agricultural equipment in the first place, I was stunned that I didn't know anything about it other than the sickle. Other things I knew were agricultural machines such as tractors and combines, such as pest ball balloons and Sayamako.

The eyeball balloon stands by drawing eyeball marks on the hemp bag as an alternative, but it is not known to what extent it actually works. There was nothing more I could do now because there was originally something about Kasayamako. Although the metal used for the sickle and violets is different from what I know, there are no decent blacksmiths in the village, and there was nothing more I could do about it than now. As for bull horses, it was strange that they were not used for farming, but enough to convince me that they were too expensive.

When I was about 4-5 that way, I knew for the first time what would be "status open". After his younger brother received the naming ritual, he was confirmed by his mother with "status open". Val knew that the language of this world contained some familiar English words, but was nevertheless surprised by the "states-opening". At the same time I was interested, imitating my mother and saying "status open" to my brother and touching him.

[Mitchell Navascus/25/3/7433]

[M/19/12/7431]

[Dwarf/Rubb Family Owned Slave]

[Special Skill: Inclination Sensing (Inclination Sensing)]

Looking at the raised blue window, Val turned his eyes round and was surprised.

I finally tried it on myself.

[Valdemar Navascus/3/4/7429]

[M/14/2/7428]

[Dwarf/Rubb Family Owned Slave]

[Special Skill: Inclination Sensing (Inclination Sensing)]

[Inherent Skill: Resistant (Rot/Absorbed (Drain))]

Naturally, my information came out. But an extra line was added in dark red to the bottom line. I've heard the word "skilled". I think I've heard the phrase [inclination sensing (inclination sensing)] itself. But what the hell is this, inherent skill? Val thought a little before asking her mother.

"Hey, Mother. Special skills. What?

Val asked. The mother smiled nicely as she gave up her baby,

"Oh? I told you before, didn't I? It's a natural skill for our Gnome. You know where and under what circumstances the spot is leaning, and if it is leaning, how much. Think strongly of [Inclination Sensing] in your mind and you'll see. Val's just a kid, so I don't think he'll feel that way, but you should try it later on the ramp or something."

So I just finished the naming ritual and started refraining from Mike.

"So, what's your inherent skill?

Val asked again.

"Inherent skills? What's that?

The mother, wondering, leaned back to Val with her little neck tilted.

"When my status opens, [Special Skills: Inclination Sensing (Inclination Sensing)] and [Inherent Skills: Resistance (Corruption/Absorption (Drain)] are available."

The mother, who heard Val's reply,

"Huh? Which... status is open... what are you talking about? This kid is not like that. [Inclination sensing]"

And he had a frightened face. And

"I have to change Mike's amulet for you now... Val, please be a rope"

I was completely cut off from the conversation when I said. But I'm sure there's a line at the bottom of Val's status that says [Inherent Skills: Resistance (Corrosion/Absorption (Drain)]. I ate it down, but I couldn't get it to work. I tried to tell my father that night, but although it was confirmed as well, he ended up scolding me "don't lie".

I've talked to him a few times since then and I've seen him, but he just found out that even if he was seen more than once in "Status Open," he wouldn't see the bottom line for others, and in the end he couldn't get an answer about [Inherent Skills: Resistance (Corruption/Absorption (Drain)].

Then a few years later, Val was dusty in a corner of his head, such as about inherent skills, even though he "did look like him" and wondered.

My parents didn't even think of Val as lying, but they had never heard of intrinsic skills, and they didn't know what it was about when they said resistance (rot/absorb (drain)), and they said stupid things even if it wasn't a lie, so much so. By and large, lying is an act with some purpose, and even if what Val said is a lie, it doesn't do Val any good, and it doesn't mean someone loses money. He thought it would be enough to stab Val with a nail, "Don't talk any more lies".

I can't help but get involved in something that doesn't seem to make any more sense because Val himself isn't stupid. Mostly, I couldn't find any meanings that seemed important where I was tolerant of whether it was rot or absorption (drain), so I did decide to keep quiet because it wasn't an accumulation of being called out for lying with any more noise.

And, as at the beginning, I asked when I met God. Then, it is taught that the inherent skills do exist, and that the inherent skills of resistance (rot/absorption (drain)) are unique and special in this world. I heard that the use itself is an object that automatically works when it comes to attacks that are inconvenient to me. Also, when I asked if there was any price to pay for using it, I also heard that I would use magic every time I used it.

I hate that the question time ran out while questioning about magic, but I also found that training seems to increase the amount of magic. This information matches the information I have received so far. That is, I guess it's fine that magic increases as the magic level of [special skill] increases.

At the same time, Val was both satisfied and dissatisfied. The encounter with God apparently took place once this time. I was fortunate not to meet him right after he was reborn or within a few years or so, and I thought it was unfortunate not to be able to anticipate the encounter and not to come to the meeting after summarising the questions.

If we met early in our rebirth, we wouldn't be the first to ask about our inherent skills. I don't know why I was reborn, where the hell am I, how can I go back to the original world, and that would have exhausted my question time and drastically reduced what I get from the meeting itself. Of course, those things were explained first, but you won't be able to help but ask, and it is likely that you have repeatedly asked the same question for confirmation.

By contrast, I was fortunate to meet an eight-year-old at a time when there was no untrained life. I was able to hear what I was wondering about living "now" and "in the future". If you're lucky and not satisfied with this, that's what wins the bee. However, if I had known that this would happen, I would have been able to examine the content of the question in advance, and I would have been able to obtain more information. This is unlucky when it comes to bad luck, but it can't be predictive, so what you want so far is luxury.

Honestly, the first thing I heard was how I could be sure of getting special skills in magic. If Val definitely doesn't have magic talent and he doesn't get the skill, it's okay. Then you could have asked questions to live the rest of your life in your favour. In that sense, it was second to third in terms of inherent skills. It's more important to hear the market for next year's crops, to hear about the farming equipment that seems to be made in the village right now, and to hear where the crop seeds known in Japan (for example, rice and other vegetables) are.

At the end of the day, I hadn't heard any information that might be useful for my future life. Even if we sort out some of the information obtained, we just found out that there are demons who are likely to attack with the intrinsic skill of resistance (rot/absorption (drain)). Such information is of little use in living. So what. We just need to stay away from such demons. By and large, Val isn't going to war because he's a serf, and it's impossible to undertake demonic exorcisms like a rogue adventurer.

It was a harvest for Val at that time that he found out that other victims than himself were reborn in that accident and were somewhere far away, and that there were more bonuses when leveling up than normal people.

A few days after his seventeenth birthday, Val got married. The opponent was one younger daughter of Gnome, who was the third daughter of Val's owner's squire. It is in a sense a duty for the serfs to marry and have children. Because it directly leads to more property for the owner. The population of this village of Narmin is about to reach nearly 1000 inhabitants. Maybe we can call it a city already. Said to be on the southern edge of the Dart Plains, it is a rich village blessed with fertile earth. It is a village that is developing well because it has no difficulty eating and is out of the conflict zone with the Kingdom of Lomberto at a critical point.

Many families have so far moved to pioneering villages in the north. Most of them are from the second son of a serf. Speaking of serfs, it won't be the first time a migratory bowl comes around in Val because it's a proper first-born lineage. That's why the owner's squire also gave me Val's daughter-in-law, knowing that my daughter would become a serfdom. Becoming a bride, Meemens was a lovely woman who never stopped smiling.

Immediately after his marriage, Meerme dressed his children and his eldest daughter was born. If you grow up well, this daughter will eventually get a son-in-law to succeed the Navascus family. I'm a serf, so there's nothing in the status. Immediately the eldest son was also possessed, but unfortunately the eldest died shortly after his birth. I thought it might be one of the causes of the failure to accompany childbirth, but I have just stated my dissatisfaction and it does not tie one to a solution. By and large, Val and Meume are still teenagers. You can still make kids from now on.

As much as I thought this, Val was also familiar with the life of a serf. Even Val's brother died shortly after giving birth. I don't have a problem eating as long as I live in the village of Narmin in the first place, so considering that a properly born child dies is not so much from the average of this oath. You can rule out starving to death. If you are only aware of the disease and live well until you are about six to seven years old, you can first assume that you will grow up to adulthood without any problems.

And a second daughter was born as well. Then the eldest son was also born. Surrounded by three children and a rampant wife, Val was quite happy, although he had a brother-in-law in the quarters.

Until then.