"Please give me two more days!"
"If you don't have money, don't rent a place!"
Just like that, Suzuki's belongings were thrown out in an instant.
Suzuki picked up his only bag with a dejected look, then casually slung it over his back. He planned to look for temporary work at a nearby construction site. With only a few hundred yen left in his pocket, even affording a bowl of plain ramen was a serious problem.
Still, he had never lost faith in life... Perhaps that was because he was an idiot. For some reason, Suzuki always felt that every second he spent in this world was a blessing he had earned, so he had never been particularly sad.
He remembered his late mother saying that his arrival in this world had been a great miracle—for his parents, at least.
A miraculous life. As long as he was still alive, he should be able to overcome any difficulty, right?
Grrr—!!!
"Still... I'd better deal with dinner first."
There was no need for temporary workers at any of the nearby construction sites, which ruined Suzuki's original plan. But then he remembered the manager of the bar and wondered how he had handled things afterward.
He suddenly began to worry.
Suzuki decided to sneak back to the bar... At the very least, he had to properly thank the manager.
He soon arrived at the bar where he had once worked, then circled around to the back entrance. Suzuki had no means of communication on him—he had thrown away his phone when he ran away from home.
Just as Suzuki was about to knock, the back door of the bar suddenly opened. Out of certain habits he had developed over the years, Suzuki chose to hide himself. Like a monkey, he nimbly