“GUA, GAAAAARGH…!”
Severe pain, just like my body is being shaved off. Unable to endure, my scream echoes in the narrow kitchen.
No, it’s not «like». My body is really being shaved off. To the constantly occurring pain, I desperately endure.
My name is Katsubushi Dashihiko.
Formerly the homeroom teacher of Jindai High-school 2nd year class 4, now a dried bonito.
You don’t understand what I’m saying? I guess so. Even I have no idea what I’m saying. But it’s true.
Take a close look at this narrow kitchen. There is a girl with octopus legs working in front of a big table? The girl has a knife in her right hand and a dried bonito on her left, the bonito on her left hand, that’s me. The name of the girl is Sugiura Aya.
She is one of my homeroom students. Perhaps it may be more correct to say former homeroom student.
Of course, even Sugiura did not have octopus legs in the beginning. She had good healthy legs that would suit her high-school sailor uniform. At that time she was a bit dark skinned and looks quite playful, but she was actually a family-oriented high-school girl who belongs to the cooking club. Her parents’ house are modest but operating a Japanese restaurant with rich history. Actually, my parents’ house is a dried food store and Sugiura’s house is one of the wholesale destination, so I have known her since she was a child.
So why did I become a dried bonito and Sugiura became an octopus monster girl?
I will tell that story from now on … gaargh!?
“GAAA! A–AAAAAARGH…!?”
“Sensei, please stop screaming…”
Sugiura says, stopping her hand shaving my body with the knife.
“It’s extremely hard for me to do it…”
“Sorry. Even like this I am enduring the pain still…”
Back to the topic.
We were in the midst of a fun school trip. No, it was fun for the students, us teachers had to make sure the cute little teenage kids didn’t cause any trouble while traveling, it would be a 3 nights 4 days hell that made your stomach hurt. Although our class had problems with bullying in the past, but after 1st year the bullying had stopped, friends with similar interests were put together so as problems would not occur, and we were able to face this big event with confidence.
In conclusion, our students did not cause problems.
The problem occurred with the bus.
Unfortunately it rained the day before that day, even while the bus’ running on the winding mountain road on the Japan Sea side, it was drizzling. Although the asphalt road was not muddy, visibility was bad, and the bus that we got on caused a fall accident. To be honest, I was prepared for death. I also hoped that I would not die if possible, but well, I thought that it would be good if someone were to help even one of my cheeky little brats.
In conclusion, everyone was saved. However, our appearances have changed.
Among my secret hobbies, there’s the thing called browsing the web novels. I can read it on my smart-phone when I am at work, and it also helps me kill time during lunch break. Works are written tailored to the author’s desire, because there are works that aim to eliminate stress so that readers can just feel comfortable, to tell the truth, my brain that’s tired of daily hard work is briskly healed.
Among them, there is a category called «non-human reincarnation». Die, and be reborn as a non-human creature. The kinds is pretty rich. From slime to insect, goblin to dragon. And undead is quite mainstream as well. To be liberated from this rough world and throw away the body of a dirty human. Well, I understand. I also, always thought about such a thing.
This is close to that «non-human reincarnation» stuff. It happened to my cute homeroom students, to everyone.
Leader of the class, Ryuzaki is now a dragon-kin. Then the number 1 problem child, Inugami became a werewolf. And that’s why I am a poor dried bonito.
Non-human reincarnation. It means something that is not human. Certainly it’s not human being, but I can’t understand why it falls under the category of non-human reincarnation.
I can’t understand it. Why am I a dried bonito? Certainly my home is a dried food store. It is a well-established store that keeps the tradition from the Edo period. But why? Why is there a need for me to be a dried bonito? I don’t understand the meaning. My head hurts. Do you think that it would sell if you set it a little bit innovative? It is certainly interesting. It maybe a good laugh. However, that’s the punchline, the end. There is no way to make interesting stories by reincarnating as a dried bonito.
You guys may not know, but there are no limbs on the dried bonito. So, I can not move.
When I woke up, Ryuzaki was gathering the students together and did a roll calls. Listening to the story, I could guess the general situation, but even if I desperately raised my voice I could not reach my cute students. The place was bad. I was in the shadow of a big rock.
However, there was an angel-like student who heard my voice and picked me up. That student handed me to Sugiura, and now I’m in the kitchen. I was at a lost as whether I should give out my name, but thinking that the students would be upset knowing that their teacher became a dried bonito, the courage just wouldn’t come out.
Instead, I decided to offer the students the soup stock made from my own body.
“Anyway sensei, since I haven’t got enough shavings yet, I’ll continue.”
“Ah, I understand … gua! GAAAARGH! GAAAAAARGH!!”
This scream sounds quite loud, it seems to be heard even from outside the kitchen. That’s why Sugiura always drives out the students from the dining room after the meal is over.
Most of the tools in the kitchen are the ones that the students have picked up while exploring this underground labyrinth. Especially the group of Gofunkawahara and Okumura is excellent in exploring.
The residential area the students call «Base» is located on the 1st aboveground floor, originally an office or stronghold, the place is partitioned into blocks. The labyrinth itself has a structure like an underground cemetery, and considering that, is this place the management facility of the graves?
Hmm. Well, I don’t understand it well. For me now, this narrow kitchen is all that my world is comprised of.
“Sugiura, when you shave, be a little gentler…”
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