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Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Single – No Girlfriend – Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)
It was yesterday that I was trained and thoroughly beaten down by Suela-san, a dark elf magician.
In the last few days of training newcomers, the illusion that wizards can’t engage in melee combat has been blown away and exited the atmosphere.
I’m like that
“Jiro-san, have you thought about life insurance?” (Suela)
“Is it because of our spar this morning?”
It was before work, but somehow I was being recommended for life insurance.
I’m dressed in a suit without a jacket, and this is my room.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on my suit, and was about to have breakfast when I answered the doorbell and found Suela standing there with a document in her hand.
“No, it doesn’t have a significant meaning to it. Really…” (Suela)
“Is there an insignificant reason?”
Her attitude is completely different from her usual intellectual and confident attitude, and she doesn’t look even look at my face, and in a nutshell, she is feeling guilty about something.
Then, the type of document she brought, life insurance, insurance-related to serious injuries, documents related to hospitalization expenses, and other insurance documents.
There’s even a health insurance card, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m willing to hide my suspicions in the lineup that completely fills the holes in the contents.
“No, there is a reason, well it’s not insignificant, but … it is… it is…” (Suela)
“Suela-san’s tone is changing? And why the three levels?”
I was curious as to why she was so visibly upset when I had the impression that she was a very capable boss who could do anything, but there must be some circumstances that prevented her from telling me the problem.
She was probably the same age as me, and if she was older, she would look younger than me. Moreover, it would be bad if I took up more of her time making us both late.
“Well, is it okay to eat breakfast for the time being? It looks like I’ll be late at this rate, we can do this after the afternoon training session.”
“It’ll be already too late!!” (Suela)
I was shocked because she suddenly shouted and screamed.
“Anyway, I’ll have breakfast delivered now, so can I come in?” (Suela)
“No, you see–“
“No excuses! Good! Yes, it’s okay! I don’t care if there is stuff lying about exclusive for men! At this moment, I don’t even care if there’s a girl inside!” (Suela)
I tried to say that I wasn’t alone with a woman in my room, but for some reason, I was told that it was okay in a very energetic reply, so what should I do?
Should I say at the least I don’t have a girlfriend?
“Breakfast will arrive soon, so let me in!” (Suela)
I couldn’t dissuade Suela-san, who was in such an aggressive state, and she refused to back down.
My saving grace is that I don’t have anything lying around and most of my stuff is still in boxes and that yesterday’s beer was the only mess on the table.
Somehow, when I see her walking past me and unpacking the documents on the table, I can’t help but feel like I’m being forced to do an unreasonable task like at my previous workplace.
Can I refuse?
Just four minutes after ordering, I received an explanation of the insurance policy with a western breakfast of toast, sausage, salad, and coffee. This is before the training for new employees started.
From major insurance policies to minor ones, I was made to confirm even something for dental insurance.
As expected, the first impression that I could work was not Date, but it was time to show off the tricks I didn’t want to show.
“Well! Please finish it before the morning break!” (Suela)
“No, she didn’t explain the reason… So, has the storm passed? Or, will it come again?”
Although she does not run, I walk briskly and sees off Suela-san’s back as she walks away with her back straight.
When I looked back and looked inside the room, I found some insurance-related documents on the desk that were neatly organized and had sticky notes where they needed to be signed.
“Can I sign this all by the next break?”
Looking at the bunch of documents that are lightly piled up, then looking at the clock.
Ironically, I had enough time left due to my previous work experience.
Do I still have some left,
“Is there any motivation left?”
Today’s lecture was going to be a tight one, I thought as I prepared myself and signed the insurance forms.
All of the insurance policies are in my head and, I feel like crying, the documents also include what I would need to do in the future.
My high salary makes it possible for me to pay for these.
And I understand that in the last few days of training, I need to worry about more life-threatening injuries.
“… isn’t everything moving too fast?”
I thought I might have landed a job at a company that was even blacker than my last one, but the benefits and working hours were far better here.
It’s a simple matter, but if you can manage the work risks, it can be a pretty good place to work.
For example, the salary is high, and the insurance documents I’m writing now are much cheaper and more comprehensive than at my previous job.
Most importantly, I’m having fun.
I’m enjoying a surreal fantasy experience that I call work.
“Well, if it’s impossible, what can I do about it?”
At worst, I could resign and have my memory erased.
“For the time being, I should probably finish signing the forms?”
I dragged the ballpoint pen and placed the seal to finalize the final line just before the lecture.
“Did you finish signing!?” (Suela)
During the morning lecture break, Suela-san appeared while I was sitting and stretching my back to loosen my body stiff from sitting.
She was stylishly dressed and appeared promptly at the chime, or rather 30 seconds after the end of the lecture, which could only be described as efficient timing.
“Is this fine?”
“I will confirm it.” (Suela)
Once I hand over the insurance documents in my bag, Suela-san immediately checked them on the spot.
And her speed is extraordinary.
She was so fast that I want to ask if she’s really reading it.
The way she reads reminds me of the paper bill readers at bank tellers.
“Is there any problem?”
“No problem at all, don’t worry, It’ll definitely make it in time, okay.” (Suela)
“Umm, what on earth do you mean?”
“I don’t have time, so I’ll explain later.” (Suela)
Her attitude can be summarized with one word, panicked.
What else to describe it, but if I imagine that we’re living in the present age, she’s panicking due to the deadline of submission of an insurance contract.
She might have simply forgotten to do it and was panicking.
The insurance company’s deadline.
I can only think of this.
However, whether it is she’s late or on time, it is hard for the image of her in my mind to change.
“Yes, the documents are ready. Huh? What are you talking about? Just talk to the General Affairs Department. In the worst-case scenario, you can use charm magic, illusion magic, hypnosis, or compulsion spells to push it through. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you work during holidays this week.” (Suela)
It looks like she’s talking to herself with her hand on her ear, but this might be some sort of magical telepathy.
It seems to be more convenient than a mobile phone, but it can only be used within the company since it has magical power.
In short, it’s an interphone or a fantasy version of an in-house radio.
What I’m saying is something it can be seen in modern society, let alone fantasy.
“Yes, then I’ll be there in 3 minutes. Excuse me, Jiro-san, can I keep your health insurance card?” (Suela)
“Yeah, yeah, here it is.”
And it can’t be helped that I was a bit reluctant.
If I had this conversation with a black company in a fantasy world, I wouldn’t be able to pull it.
To be honest, I was surprised that I was able to get my health insurance card out of my wallet smoothly.
“Sure, I’ll give it to you back in the afternoon, so don’t worry.” (Suela)
Well, I can’t say that I wasn’t be relieved by her attitude.
After all, if a priest’s smile makes you charitable. How about if it’s from a beautiful young lady, giving the smile. I have no choice but to be enamored.
No matter what happens with this insurance, I might say something later, but for now, I am anything just speechless.
“Umm, please do your best?” (Suela)
“Thank you. Excuse me.”
She bows gracefully and I watch her back as she leaves.
This event since this morning can be summarized with a single word, unprecedented, but I think that it has settled down for the time being.
After all, I’m exposed to the gaze from the surroundings like I something different, and now I have no choice but to remember the smile from before to help me escape from reality.
A beautiful woman will succeed no matter what she does…
“What will I do in the afternoon?”
However, even if I escape from reality, my anxiety seeps in.
“I don’t care, if I don’t do something, I’m going to start thinking about strange things.”
Then, reach out to my bag to see if I have some cigarettes.
“I was going to quit smoking.”
The respiratory system naturally develops when you move your body.
The training in the first afternoon is literally excruciating, but if I quit smoking, I wouldn’t have that much of a hard time.
Such addictive things are so easy to lose control over.
I thought about this.
“The status board is convenient.”
At the time of my first status check, there’s Nicotine Addiction and Lung Contamination (medium) written in the abnormal condition column. I became aware of it even if I don’t want to.
What’s more interesting is that when I tap it, the specifics of the negative status are also displayed, which made me chuckle.
・ Sedated Thought Process
・ Weakened Internal Functions
・ Negative Endurance Correction
・ Reduced Endurance
Along with the explanation, a specific negative number is written in parentheses next to the status value. So I decided to quit smoking even if I do not want to.
“But now, my appetite has increased.”
I’ve eaten much more than I used to.
To be clear, I haven’t been eating breakfast in the last few years.
I was sleeping rather than eating in the morning I’ve been eating three meals for the past few days.
Because I am exercising a whole lot, I want to believe that I am gaining muscles and not fat.
“Well, if I think about it, a magician is a profession that seems to get fat easily.”
It’s a complete prejudice, but I don’t have the impression that they are exercising just by shooting magic from behind.
They don’t move, and using magic doesn’t lead to the burning of fat.
In addition, I think there are a lot of strange scenes of people eating nutritional supplements and food to replenish their magical energy.
This is the conclusion, but I don’t think it’s wrong.
Well, it’s just a stereotype and joke-like image of them getting fat.
However, I thought I saw a few women in my line of sight who heard my words and reacted, but I didn’t care, or rather, I didn’t notice.
I wanted to be a vanguard in the first place, so this idea was just an idle thought.
In fact, even if I become a magician, I may not be able to think of being fat in the end because it seems that you will be in a position where you can raise your magical power and hit using physical attacks.
As I kept pondering about this, soon the entire break time passed and the lecture begins.
In the end, while wondering about Suela-san’s actions, my doubts were unresolved but time passed.
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