I Became the Sword of Legend.

Deaths

My name is Sakemoto Ushiga, 25 years old. Om2 single and regular office work. Today, as usual, I walked on the pedestrian path. I'm heading to an office not far from my house.

"Is there any time for breakfast?" I stared at the watch that was showing at 06:30.

I walked across the Cafe selling cofe glasses and some food.

"1 Glass of Starbucks and a silent Burger." I ordered in front of the cashier.

Someone delivered her a cashier shirt.

I ate a burger in the street while drinking Starbucks coffee.

"Today, I hope there's an interesting event in my boring life ..." That's how I thought, while walking towards the office by paying attention to my smartphone.

I replied to messages from some friends and co-workers. Co-workers must ask about the development of my work which is late 2 is rather slow to finish. We talked about work activities. My friend must have asked about the lockers in my office and also wanted to borrow 100 thousand yen.

"Well, they're like parasites ..." I read some messages from an old friend.

There are also people who talk about work, and ask me how much my salary is and if I'm married.

"They just love to boast about their lucky lives!" I felt my hands while walking.

I feel like my life is filled with emptiness, alone and lonely. Not eager to live my day, so I can only work to live. I survive in this world just to survive to eat and drink.

"Boring life ..." I complained and stopped walking for a moment.

I then looked beside me where there was a new building project.

"This is a new company? How many years are you ready for?" I stared at the workers who were working on the building that was built.

I then saw a grandmother, it seemed that she was staring in the direction of the building as well.

The grandmother waved at someone who was working.

I looked up again and saw someone moving iron with a machine. The iron hung over us so that the sunlight was covered.

"What's that new iron peg?" Ask me to be fulfilled.

*track! (An iron rope sounds clucked)

I saw it start sweating. My eyes looked at the grandmother in front of me. We're both under a raised iron with a moving machine.

From a distance, people on top of the building screamed.

"Keep out of there!" That's how I heard it.

"removed?" I'm confused.

I then looked up again where the lifted iron came out of the border of the construction area, it means.

"Damn it!" I pushed the grandmother hard.

Sure enough, the iron fell down on me. I had guessed that the load was too heavy, to lift the iron engine car from its place.

It held back just a little bit so we could see it was right above us. I thought it might just be iron passing when transported it turns out that Iron slowly fell and the car iron moving machine was holding it can no longer with a little strand that is still attached. When the iron strand pulled it off the car the iron moving machine collapsed down and the iron above us clearly hit us.

*Drokk! (Even a long iron hand fell on some of the workers in that place.)

As for me, only 10 iron bars hit the building stake.

"Damn it!" My words are on, with only hands visible from the iron heap.

"Did that grandmother survive?" Saying dihati.

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