What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Episode four, I like it.

Michio, is that it? I don't think that guy can. Something, Kazura? I think I care about a woman like that. My eyes are heavy, my hair is ponytails and stuff, and my chest is not at all, and I feel like I should have some weird tattoos that don't look good on my left cheek.

Michio, it seemed good. He doesn't seem smart, but he's a little droopy, he seems gentle, his hips are a little thin, but he's probably, like, 175, he's retarded, but he's easy to talk to, and he's not bad. But isn't a woman's hobby good? I think so.

And then... a cloudy, hairy, puffy man. This is a pass. Not interested.

Mushroom-cut lettuce. This is also a pass. Honestly, I'm here.

I don't know about Musashi. Mm-hmm. It's not too bad to stick. Is your face refreshing? But I feel a little hypocritical. Well, but I guess it's not bad.

Kata doesn't know how silver hair feels, but if you pull it out, it looks the best. Plain and pretty beautifully shaped. Tall, too. But you're out of your mind. I don't want to get involved.

Then, three glasses.

Boy, I wonder if my glasses are in my eyes. It's not like the kid can't, because the kid has a good kid and a bad kid, and that's a bad kid.

And then the taller, brighter colored hair with shorter eyeglasses is hinoto, the taller than hinoto, the hair is black and the lighter based eyeglasses are hisaya. Something's just a little bit, two glasses that also feel subtly cuddly.

I don't care about women. Well, there's only three of us. Kazura, then, a fat woman with a lower body, and then a woman with a bad complexion in the system whose face is hidden with her forehead. Really, I don't care.

Musashi, Hinoto, Hisaya, and then, depending on Kazura, Michio, I guess.

In the meantime, I ran flat and approached Musashi in front of me.

Musashi is frightened as he walks. I guess it's unusual how the city was brought in by Hiramu. Not that I'm uncommon, but I don't care. More than that, there's something I have to do.

I'm Caorle.

He's 156 tall and weighs 42 or so. My hair looks red. [M] I have it for Bob.

After that, I'm not sure. I kind of know what my personality is, but it's refreshing around where I was born and what I was doing until I woke up earlier.

What is this, scary?

I'm so scared.

So, first of all, I want to feel safe. At times like this, I apparently want someone to protect me. I don't think I'm wrong. 'Cause me, I seem weak. Maybe, I mean, sure, weak. Your body is tiny, thin, light, and you don't seem to be good at running or anything. Looks late.

I want you to protect me. I'm sure it's an organism that can't live without someone protecting it.

I was one of the candidates so far, Musashi.

"Hey."

"Ha!?"

Musashi didn't seem to have noticed me at all, so he left.

Don't hurt anything. That kind of thing.

When I get hurt, I, I get right on my face. Musashi seemed to understand that I was hurt.

"Oh, hey, I was just looking around."

"Yeah. I know."

"Oh, well. I hope so..."

Musashi walks and looks at me.

He's looking at my chest.

After all, I guess you care. Me, I'm thin, but my chest is tight.

Well, put on your bra, I'm packing it.

I'll pretend to be ashamed and ask in a whisper.

"... where are you looking?

"Heh!?"

Musashi turned that way in haste,

"Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh..."

"Hmm."

"Especially if it's nothing else, but really... you know..."

"I was just teasing you"

"Huh."

"Musashi is funny"

When I laughed, Musashi blushed.

"Oh yeah...?

"Yeah. Something's happening."

I pack my distance from Musashi. [M] My shoulder swept in Musashi's arms. [M] Musashi doesn't do it anymore.

I exhale with a thin breath.

I don't like Musashi that much, but I still feel safe sticking with someone this way.

I don't like being alone. Because I'm scared. I want someone by my side all the time. I don't like women though.

Women are nasty, I hate them. The existence is nasty. Disgusting.

Yet I pack my chest and dress like a woman. [M] I wonder why. I'm not sure about that. But I want to, so here's what I'm doing. I'm pretty sure that's all.

I like myself like this. I like the boy who protects me. I can probably do a lot of things for a boy who protects me.

"What is this place... alterna, is it?

I ask my neighbor Musashi. Let him hold his head on Musashi's shoulder, and he'll look up. Then I look so cute. Musashi drifts away.

"Eh. Oh... yeah. You said that earlier. Hiramu. This is a city called Altana."

"People, you're here."

"Yes, I am. Walking..."

"Aren't those people's clothes weird?

"Yeah. Weird...... right. Something's not like us."

I don't know what to say. We twelve, of course, are each dressed separately. But we have something in common.

The armored man was a lot different. It's armor.

City entrance...... gate? There was also a man in armor at the

Hiramu is with us.

No, the people walking in the city of Altana, one way or another, feel like armored people are stopping by. There are men, women, but either way, more. I don't know. It's old. Like that.

"I wonder where you're going"

I grab the hem of Musashi's clothes. Musashi realizes that, but he doesn't say anything to me or trivially try to leave me. They're taking me. [M]

"Come on... where are you?"

"That's scary."

"It's gonna be okay."

Musashi laughed. I mean, I tried to laugh, but it only took a halfway, slightly pulled smile. But I thought, okay. Musashi strengthens for me. I like that.

"I'll figure it out. I don't know... I guess I can handle it... I'm not alone."

"Right."

I make you laugh. Best of all, I'm making you laugh, like. A face that looks so cute to me.

"Musashi is here."

"Ah, ha..."

Musashi laughed lightly. Cute. Boy, here's the thing, I like it.

"Well..."

Hiramu, the leader, stopped in front of a building.

"I got it -. I'm on it."

Stone, two-story.

There's a red three-day moon flag flying in the white, and there's a sign.

"Oretana Knife Car Forbidden Soldier Mouth Lesottomuno......?