Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

S1, the day the routine ended.

That day was a day without any weird philosophy.

Go to school, waste time with friends, take classes, play games when you get home, eat dinner, take a bath and go to bed.

It was supposed to be such a long day.

I was on my way to school that day scrubbing my sleepy eyes.

It was an online game the day before, and a bump was coming that I was playing late at night.

I was lucky enough to get him into a wild party with Mr. Bald, so I lost track of time and played all night.

Mr. Bald is a little celebrity in the online game I was playing.

As its name suggests, a man who used bald-headed, sinister-headed oaf avatars, with an awesome character: no charge, extreme step-shaking romance specifications, and a hell of a line of skilful manipulation.

Many players are attracted to the overly tannic style of play, either for character making or with little or no chat.

I can play with that bald guy, so I guess I can't help but get tense in vain.

About school, he enters the classroom as he bites down the absenteeism.

"Ha ha."

"Morning."

"Oss.... what's up? I'm so sleepy."

I greet my friends in the same class, Kyoya Sashima (Sassajima Kyoya) and Yetaka Oshima (Oshima Kanata).

These two play the same game as me, so-called game buddies.

"Ooh, listen and be surprised. I had a wild party with Mr. Bald yesterday."

"Seriously!?

"Ooh, seriously. Thanks to you, I'm almost completely gay."

"Wow. Seriously. Is that it? After I fell?

Ye Ta was playing with me all the way along.

But I was logging out first just because I was about to go to bed.

"Chickshaw. Then I should have stayed sticky a little longer!

Ye Takata, who seems to really regret it.

But I recruited a wild party because Ip Ta fell out, and if Ip Ta had stayed in, I wouldn't have been with Mr. Bald.

"So. How'd it go with the bald guy I saw up close?

Kyoya asks me, and I remember Mr. Baldy's bravery.

"That's not human business. Can you believe in avoiding the magic of Bethberwich while moving forward?

Bethberwich is the boss of the senior dungeon, but this guy is eggy again.

It's so called "separate gay" and "barrage" on the internet, it comes in a series of outrageous amounts of magical attacks.

The trouble with this boss is that there are no magic cuts.

There's no such thing as a gap, and when you leave it alone, it keeps playing magic all the time.

Normally it is Theory who raises his magic defense to the bottom and defeats it either by preparing to sharpen it or by responding magically from behind the shield.

From the front, Mr. Baldy jumped into his nostrils with all his magic and stumbled.

Well, I'm surprised.

So much so that I opened my mouth in real life and got pompous.

"That's Mr. Bald. Weiwei, two names are not Dada."

"No, no matter how fast you swing a gun, you can't do that without your arm. This is the last thing I'm gonna say."

Ye Ta says as he slaps his own arm.

Sure, I don't think we can do the same with Mr. Baldy, even with the same status, the same equipment.

"Ah. Better."

"Do you want to level up when you're done today?

"Fine."

"I agree. Train as tightly as you can!

Just then the chime rang when the story came together.

Dismissed as it is and get to their respective seats.

Without knowing that promise will never be fulfilled.

"Is that it?"

When I started preparing for class about the seats, I realized that the brush box wasn't in the bag.

Speaking of which, I remember using it to summarize the information in the game in my notebook.

Maybe I left it in my bag and forgot.

"Ahhh."

"What's going on?

Hasebe Yuka reacted, sitting next to my voice.

"I forgot my brush box"

"That's it. I don't have a choice. I'll lend you mine."

Hasegabe says so and gives me the sharpen and the eraser.

"Bad"

"Uhm. Let's hit our hands with one treat"

It's not pro bono.

I smile bitterly and admit it and wave.

I knew that promise, too, without knowing I couldn't keep it.

And that's when it came.

That was in ancient texts class.

Sleepy.

I was fighting a fierce drowsiness.

In the classroom, a small teacher, nicknamed Oka-chan, single-handedly reads textbooks and ancient texts.

Most students drop their gaze on the textbooks they've spread on their desks.

I desperately shake off my drowsiness and look up.

What caught my eye was a female student sitting in the front left seat.

It's the one they call Rihoko.

It's not my real name.

Real horror boy, abbreviated as Rihoko.

She's galloping, skinny, blue-white face, always with a gloomy look, a creepy woman.

I don't really want to say anything bad about these people, but even though I knew they were, I felt really incompatible.

Rihoko slept dignified, as if to mock me fighting drowsiness.

Take your gaze off Rihoko while feeling bitter.

There, it (...) was there.

It was a crack.

No one in the classroom would have noticed it existed but me.

Just in the middle of the classroom, over its head, in a space where nothing was supposed to be, there was a crack running.

All I could say was crack.

Moreover, it gradually increases in size.

Cracks that are still going to crack.

When I saw it, I couldn't do anything but be stunned.

Even if I could do something, maybe the results wouldn't have changed...

Cracks crack hugely.

A tremendous intense pain that I feel at the same time.

And I'm, we're, we're dead.

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