Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

"Huh? Isn't that right?

Zhengzhi is talking to himself next to me. I feel bad because I'm talking to myself while obsessed with the strategy book for the game I just bought. I was reading a book on my smartphone sideways with such good intentions. Because I'm not interested in the game of strategy books that Masaki bought. I play games too, but I prefer action and puzzle-based games like shooting and falling objects. Because I don't feel like a fucking long RPG or adventure is a waste of time.

I don't understand what it means to play games for the sake of leisure time and for the purpose of playing games themselves. Especially since even if I insist on such a thing, it just isolates me from the surrounding area... We'll be at the desired stop in 10 minutes. There are just a couple of small fat aunts and salary-style men and women sitting in the front of the bus, and all you have to do is high school students. We're sitting in a two-seater chair on the back of the left side of the car, but there's nobody behind us.

Looking forward, a group of several high school girls are raped and talking about something while sitting down. By its side, there is a boy student who is depressed while still holding onto leather. The uniform belongs to the further school there. The boy student sitting beside him is always leaning down, and from behind he doesn't know what he's doing. You must be reading a book or watching a smartphone just like me.

Looks like the bus got trampled. It tells us that the vibrations transmitted from the road surface entered the road surface of the rattling track from the paved road. At that moment, I heard a flashy skirless sound from the left, and I looked at the left side reflectively. I can't even speak up to much, I just open my mouth gently. A train broke into our bus.

It may be happiness to die in an instant. You can tell me you didn't have time to suffer at all. Really instantly my consciousness was pruned.

"Ugh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

Damn it, I can't speak up any better. A few days or weeks have passed since then. I can only see it blurry as if my eyes were stuck on it. Occasionally, I guess I manage to have my life because I can get something soft pressed into my mouth and drink something like a liquid close to a thin milk. Though I calmly thought about it and said a train ran into the bus, I guess I was really lucky that my life was saved. Oh, with that said, will Masaki be safe? I was supposed to be the first one to get stuck in there because I was sitting by the window then. Because I am helping, I wonder if Zhengzhi is helping too.

But no one comes to see me. I wasn't isolated that far, and I had a bunch of friends I was close to besides Zhengzhi. By and large, regardless of my sister and brother, what do you mean neither of my parents is coming to see me? Yeah, with that said, this place was foreign. Sometimes I heard strange words. I don't know what you're talking about.

I wonder what the hell you're talking about (...) (...), and when I thought I saw a weird string in front of me, I saw a line of katakana underneath it, a line of Japanese with kanji crossings underneath it. Japanese says, "Oh, I'm glad this kid was born fine, too, but why doesn't he cry too much?" and out. Every time you move your gaze to a word word word in a Japanese letter, the word ahead of your gaze flips, and some of the katakana above and some of the weird letters on it flip in the same way.

Look at the characters that are inverted from word to word for a while, what the hell is this? I thought so. It was the first time since that accident that I could see things clearly, and I was happy to make sure they weren't blind. Until then, I assumed that my vision had dropped to close to zero because of the after-effects of the accident or something.

There was a man's voice coming from outside the room. When I shifted my gaze to the voice, I was suddenly drowsy. I fell asleep right away because there was no point in resisting.

I've tried several times to figure it out. While someone other than me is talking, or shortly thereafter, I get a translation by thinking, "I want to know what you're talking about." You can't say "I don't know what you're talking about" or "Speak to understand". But I also know that when I do the translation, I get a little sleepy, which is a bit melancholy. Katakana seems to be pronounced, but when I listened closely, I also found that it was simply like fitting a Katakana close to pronunciation. It would be like forcing a foreign language into a katakana notation. Maybe it doesn't make sense to talk like that, or it sounds like a catacotta talk.

While I was doing that, I finally met him. Yes, even God. You're lying. But regardless of what you explained to me in the first form of pouring knowledge into it, I know the muscles are through, and God is the only one who can do this, if you think about it, you will have to convince me. I knew I couldn't help but die in that accident. At least I knew there was nothing I could do.

Well, the accident itself is artificial (divine?) I was angry that it was something. 'Cause this one's a complete one, huh? It was immediately understandable that it was not easy to forgive, but that God did not ask for forgiveness otherwise either. By and large, who asks that ant for forgiveness for trampling and crushing an ant? I don't care if it's to argue or denigrate the other person or pre-build, but you should just be grateful that you can inherit your inherited skills and memories and get a new life. I can tell that much.

Yeah, well, it's an inherent skill. My unique skill seems to be "language comprehension". According to God's explanation, even languages you don't know will be able to understand it some time soon. The translation function itself is like an aside, which means that it is more effective to use a dictionary that examines the meaning of words that you don't know one way or another.

In addition, there is not only a unique skill in this world, but also a special skill. What a magic is a special skill that anyone can use as long as they train. I'm glad about this. 'Cause it's magic, huh? You can shoot fireballs, or your dreams flinch.

And this is what he said. There are two types of skills, unique and special. Yet another way of dividing it, is it congenital or acquired? And in yet another way, is it passive or active? Because my language comprehension skills are innate, passive, and inherent, they seem to belong to me in the world. Of course, active activation is possible by using it like a dictionary. But when I use it actively, I use magic, so I lose my magic. If it's completely gone, it will recover if you rest, but my body is still a baby, so they say the upper limit is low in the first place. In addition to the growth due to age, there are also times when people acquire magic, which is a special skill, to train in magic and level up, or even increase their own level.

The point is that even if left alone, it increases slightly with age, but with training in magic, leveling, etc. typical of using magic. It would be sufficient for information. And, importantly, there are 39 victims of that accident, including me, all of whom are simultaneously reincarnated into this world with some inherent skill. They say this world is a lot behind Japan's development of civilization today, so I'd like to join them as soon as possible if I can.

I'm worried about you alone. Oh, did you have parents?

I feel the modulation of my body after a while. It's sloppy, and there seems to be a fever. Did I catch a cold? If you have a cold, it would be best if you were nourished, drugged and sleeping. If you don't rest... take your pills? You got a pill or something?

I can't stop coughing. The only meal is the mother's breast milk. My body is weak.

I don't even have the strength to cry. My general tiredness and fever are terrible. The cough is the same. Wouldn't this be a bad idea?

I find myself depressed to the limit of my health. I have a voice that sounds worried. I can understand what I've already said, but I don't have the energy to understand it. Aren't brain cells just working and losing strength? It's a waste of energy even if you think about it.

............. Oh, dull. I don't want to eat anything anymore. Cold.

Damn it. Shit. Chickshaw. Are we done here? I regret it.

Probably no more heat. I don't have the energy to generate heat. You know, dying of a cold.

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