[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

After adapting to the climate and rhythm of Yokohama, I restarted my daily life as a part-time job. After all, I am a promising beautiful girl who is determined to buy a shrine within a hundred years. The salary paid by the shrine is at most enough to support myself and myself. My cat and my mistress, if you want to have a nest sooner, you must start working hard now.

Just like when I started working in Fukuoka, I can only choose a day job and the salary must be settled on the same day.Due to various restrictions, the number of people who would hire me is not as many as imagined. Usually, most of them are handing out leaflets or distributing balloons to children in a doll cover-in fact, it is no different from handing out leaflets.

I forgot where I saw such a sentence - the clown has a bunch of balloons in his hand, and every child takes a dream from him.Although I often wear Pikachu's shell...

But what's wrong with that?The point is the dream!

The place where balloons and leaflets are handed out is naturally a bustling commercial street, and I occasionally see some teenagers and girls with blue rubber bracelets in their right hands haunting here... Well, it's not a good thing.

For example, tough "fundraising", or taking something away by hand.

Whenever the boss pays me the bill at this time, he will sigh and sympathize with the poor life of these slum children, while gritting his teeth and expressing that if he is not afraid of retaliation, he will definitely hang up these bad children and smoke them.

I suddenly remembered Chuya Nakahara, who I met by chance on Leibo Street and kindly sent me back to the shrine.I basically can't imagine the scene where he blocks other people's door asking for "protection money" or "snatching sheep"... I always feel that it would be good if this guy is not taken away by others.

Hmm... probably nothing wrong.

"Doesn't the government care about it? A large number of teenagers are out of school. This is the disqualification of social managers." I think this is an unreasonable indulgence. In Fukuoka, when I was working, I was often questioned why I didn't go to school and whether I was abused. ...However, here in Yokohama, it seems that everyday life is commonplace.

The boss glanced outside and stuffed the salary into my hand: "What do you care, Yokohama is a concession area, there is no way to manage it."

I immediately understood that the concession area cannot be stationed with troops, lacks the control of violent agencies, and the government's execution is very weak, so even if there is more than enough, there is not enough.Moreover, these children are already accustomed to living in the wild, so pulling them back from the margins of society across the board may be a kind of mutual harm.

Suddenly I started to worry about that innocent boy with hair color close to mine.

Putting away today's salary, I bent down to thank the boss, opened the door and walked out of the store.The white clouds in the sky have been dyed orange by the sun, and there are a lot of people on the road when it is time to get off work.

As I was walking, there was a sudden loud noise behind me, and the passers-by around reacted quickly. Before I figured out what happened, they all found a place to hide—it should be said that it is indeed Yokohama, and even the reflexes of ordinary people are not enough. been trained...

A man in a black suit fell limply from the ruins, blood soaking the broken stones splashed out on the ground.I was caught off guard by this scene, and I could even smell the crazily spreading iron smell.

The repulsion and disgust made me retch, and I stopped looking at that miserable guy at the beginning.

Perhaps it was because of the mentality of shooting grass and hugging rabbits, the victim's companions took out their weapons and fired indiscriminately in the street. I was stunned by the impossible scene in Fukuoka.

No, did I go to the wrong dimension wall?

The firepower network changed with the movement of these black suits. At this moment, a child with a balloon in his hand fell out of his hiding place. The bullet exploded his balloon and hit the ground with a cluster of sparks.

For me, although many things about laziness can be ignored, the only thing I can't accept is that someone is violent to the cub.Anyway, weapons in this world can't hurt me, so I rushed out and fell into the place where he just hid with the child in my arms.The child's parents were about to cry, thanked me non-stop, and then took me and fled into the police station that was close at hand.

That's right, these bastard men in black were so arrogant that they shot in front of the police, and the police were so cowardly blocked in the police booth that they couldn't get out.

Did you make a mistake!

How can people do business like this and how can people work part-time!

Fortunately, the people in black left after a while, maybe they changed the battlefield to continue.The police dared to call 120 to come as soon as possible after they checked that it was safe outside. I think the only role they played was to direct the traffic and let the people who were forced to stay nearby disperse as soon as possible to make way for the ambulance...

The baby in my arms is very lucky, except for a little scratch, other than the shock, the other is fine.After coming out of the hospital, his parents bowed to me repeatedly, and even took a wad of cash out of their pockets and gave it to me.I rejected the huge sum of money, rubbed the kid's hairy head, and finally only accepted the candy he dug out from his pocket.

"It's so sweet~" I peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the candy ball into my mouth. I smiled and waved at the family who survived the catastrophe, and fled in a very cool way before the police came to ask me to take a statement.

——I don't have an ID card!

I walked to the shopping street to buy some chicken drumsticks, and took these things back to the shrine.The cat has come back from the outside and is lying on the porch and licking its fur carefully.I cooked and shredded chicken thighs and fed it, leaning against the pillars in the corridor, and fell asleep without knowing it... This day was too exciting, and I was a little tired.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the weight on my stomach, and the cat stared at me with a bit of reproach in its big, round eyes.I wobbled and stood up with it in my arms, walked into the bedroom and shrunk directly into the bed, closed my eyes and fell asleep again.

Even if you have a conscience, you didn't let me lie on the porch and sleep until dawn.

The next day I was still woken up by the sound of birdsong. I got up to feed and water the cat, changed into a white sleeve and a scarlet hakama and dragged a broom to sweep the yard. The gate of the shrine, which hadn’t been knocked for a month, was opened The rhythm of "咚~咚咚咚~咚~" was knocked out.

A somewhat milky voice came in as if coquettish: "Is there~ is anyone there~?"

Uh... Is there really someone visiting such a shrine?

I dragged the broom and opened a crack in the door to look out. A bandaged arm came in and blocked my door: "Yo~"

It turned out to be the little black mud monster that I drove away a month ago.

Yo what!Hit you out!

etc!I never took his incense money!So how does this guy remember this place?

...Could it be that someone who was originally a believer in the shrine didn't remember me, but really wanted to come in to pay homage?

The door was opened, and there was a boy in a white shirt standing outside, maybe because the weather was a bit hot, he put a long black coat on the other arm, tilted his head and looked at me with a smile, his eyes were full of curiosity and surprise.

——Your acting skills are really good, if it weren't for my brain, I would probably be fooled by this innocent expression.

"Isn't this a shrine where anyone can go in and make a wish?" His eyes widened, his fluffy hair was blown up by the breeze, and once he restrained his malice, he looked like a childish young man.

Even a little soft.

I bounced back and forth between breaking his arm and closing the door again, kicking him out and closing the door again, and finally relented: "Come in."

The black-haired boy looked into the shrine with his head poking around, and walked in behind me cautiously. My cat heard the commotion and came over to watch the commotion, and his round eyes were full of scrutiny...Baby, you're going to be smart!

I turned my back to him and led the way: "Do you know who is enshrined here?"

"I know, Lord Nobunaga!" He followed behind and looked around, "Super interesting person! He lived his life with such ups and downs, and suddenly called a curtain call when everyone didn't expect it."

"If I make a wish to Lord Nobunaga to commit suicide, it should come true~"

The air became agitated, and the barrier of the shrine was repelling this person, in a space that living people could not detect. I saw the one-eyed monster who was attracted by him, twirling wildly, crowding outside to spy.

A lonely, hopeless world without waves and any surprises.

A lonely teenager who was left in place by everyone.

"...No, you will be kicked out by me. You can't say this in the shrine." I paused, and responded to him in a relaxed tone.Even though I said so, I didn't really pick up the broom to drive people away in the end, probably because it was the first time in a long time that someone walked into the shrine, and I tolerated it even if there was something wrong.

He suddenly became quiet, like a salted fish that has lost his dream: "Ah... It seems that it is not reliable to rely on Miss Miko's metaphysics to commit suicide..."

I almost immediately decided to let him experience the power of metaphysics, and turned around to face him with an unusually amiable smile: "First of all, I am not a witch; secondly, what is your name?"

"Dazai, Dazai Osamu, my name."

"Well, Osamu Dazai, right... Fufu!"

This is the first time I have used a spell on someone other than Zhaoma. Although there is a racial advantage bonus, it is largely because Dazai Osamu was not on guard at all, so it succeeded easily.

Turn him over and have a look...

——@￥%@! #! #￥#%!Don't look so excited on your face, okay?

Did I do something weird?

Or did you turn on some strange attribute switch?

You are still a minor!

etc!I'm not yet an adult either... well~ With the childhood sweetheart law, even if I do something to this guy, I won't be arrested by the police uncle~ Thinking about it like this really makes me feel a lot better, and I don't feel any guilt at all.

There is a time limit for binding the cloth, so I quickly closed the gate and dragged the black mud onto the floor tiles in front of the main hall, so as not to scare the innocent passers-by outside with a scene of blood splattered three feet later.

... Then, I tied this guy up and hung it under the corridor of the main hall as a sunny doll.

The main hall is the place where the spiritual energy is most concentrated in the shrine. I like to sit near here even if I have nothing to do. The clean breath makes me happy physically and mentally.

So I kindly want Mr. Dazai to enjoy the blessing of the gods, so don't be too thankful, who told me that I am a good person.

As soon as the boy entered the door, he shouted suicide or something, and indeed he attracted attracted monsters, but his own soul was not parasitized by monsters, and he was fundamentally different from those who committed suicide.

This is very interesting, that is to say, he has the idea of ​​suicide but doesn't really want to die, or... afraid?So, probably using the terrible word "suicide" to call for help - "If you don't come to save me, I will really commit suicide!"

Is the child a bear?

Bear?That is, less beatings and more beatings will be fine.

I don't know how to hit a child with my hands, so just hang on the beam and reflect on it!

Heh heh heh, let's see if you dare to go to the shrine and talk nonsense!