What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

"Wake up."

"... Huh?

I heard someone, and I opened my eyes.

It's dark, I thought. Is it still night?

But it's not dark. The lights are on. What? Candles... like that?

It looks like a candle.

Something like this... candles lined up all the time. Holy shit, here. Where is it?

I don't know, but I noticed right away. I'm not alone.

There are people around.

It's just the candlelight, so I don't see it very clearly, but I know there are people out there. Looks like there's a man and a woman. Sitting? Apparently. So do I. Let me bring my back to the wall, I'm sitting.

It feels like a cave. It's dark, wet, a little cold.

Are the people around you awake? Are you asleep? Or...?

In the meantime, I decided to stay still. I don't know, I was scared. No, I don't know. I'm not sure if they're alive or not, honestly. That kind of thing, isn't it scary?

Eventually someone,

"... what the hell, this"

I said. I thought you agreed. Seriously, what the hell, this.

Anyway, it means there's a living one. Relieved. I cough,

"Uh... you know, someone awake...?

I asked.

immediately,

"... Yes"

And the little girl sitting next to me raised her hand modestly. Is that it? Girl...... right?

No, when I feel like I've relied on the candlelight, I look like a girl... I have a chest or something, but there's some kind of voice... voice, is it just low?

Then,

"Yes, yes."

and a man replied well a little away,

"Wake up."

"Well, so am I."

And, two men, continued.

"... if you say you're awake, you're awake."

This is also the voice of a man.

"... no. What is this?"

That would definitely be a girl.

"Hey, I don't know..."

That's a girl, too. This girl is next to me. It's next to a girl with a low voice.

"I'm hungry..."

Some people whine about that, and I don't have to think it's not the other way around.

"Huuuuuuuuuuu..."

Something about the creepy laugh. Sounds like a girl, though. Scared.

"This is coming...?

The Lord of the Voice, who said mysterious things nearby, may be the first one to say, "What, this?"

Now... let me in, eleven.

If it weren't for the silent one, though.

I sighed and looked next to him... not the girl with the low voice, but the other side, somewhat.

"Hih...!

I've never noticed a guy sitting there with glasses on his head before. Boy, your glasses surprised me. Looks like you surprised me.

"Yiyi...!?"

And I screamed and shuddered.

No, no, no. If you hadn't surprised me, it wouldn't have happened. Because you didn't reply. Mostly, I'll get back to you when it comes to that kind of flow. That's normal. Let's read the air. I mean, read it.

It's a little annoying, but you're also the one who doesn't know, and I'm distracted.

"Are you okay?"

I asked him.

The boy glasses

"... ugh, yeah. Yes, yes, yes, great length... husband..."

And I answered in a way that didn't seem okay at all. You're too freaked out about everything.

I sighed.

"… twelve, maybe"

Sounds like it.

Someone said. A voice that feels soft and unpretentious. A man.

"So, come on, here, where?

And the girl's voice. It's a little prolonged and lacks tension. I don't have to wonder if I could get more serious. 'Cause you do.

I don't know, do I?

This is the place.

Why are you here?

I have no idea, do I?

"You."

And I probably called out, "What, this?" "This is it, you've come...?" The man.

The man stood up. He's so tall. Plus, the color of my hair. Is it discolored and dyed? Silver hair.

"Do you understand? This situation. Or are you not aware of it at all...? Stupid... stupid people... come on..."

Ugh. That guy sucks. No, is that it? Is that the kind of girl who had a creepy laugh? But this guy over here sucks, too. Why are there so many plays?

But this shitty guy apparently "realizes something". It bothers me there, so I told the man,

"Um... what is this situation?

I asked.

"Huh... you, what's your name?

"Me? Oh, Musashi"

"Right. Musashi. My name is Keita. It's a temporary name."

"Ah... yes..."

"It's only temporary. More importantly, it's cool."

"No... ok. Yeah. Because it's a pseudonym, for now, I know."

"Not so"

"What?"

"I'm just saying I have to call it a provisional name."

"Ha...?

"Musashi. You, there is no living country here."

"Huh? What's that?"

"Write it as the country of birth and read it as Shawkook. I'm asking you where you were born."

"Where, born..."

I scratched my head. Scratched. What...?

What, this feeling...?

I try to remember. Place of birth. Hometown. I mean, where you live. Dude. Friends. What? Why not? It's not like I can't think of... When I try to think of it, I can remember it swooping at my fingertips. What the hell is this?

I'll take care of it.

"Come on, come on..."

Keita laughed.

"Ahhhhhhhhh......! Again...! Again...! I wasn't the only one! So do you...!

"hey... what the heck, this!?"

"I don't know. There's just one thing for sure."

"... what, for sure"

"I... well, I know you guys are crazy, but it's pathetic, so I'll tell you what. We were chosen."

"Eh... sprained...?

"That's right!

Keita opened her eyes and poked her index finger at me.

This guy is handsome.

But maybe, you're out of your mind. No, probably not.

"We were chosen by God. They are holy warriors...!

Definitely, you're out of your mind.

It's annoying.