Starting a Night Shift Part-time Job at a Convenience Store.

Several days have flown by since the incident with Yakumo, the disruptive evil spirit exterminator.

Having made it back in one piece from the sea of trees without anyone noticing, I was back to my ordinary life without any problems.

Despite realizing once again that peace was something to be appreciated, I was still repeating the same unhealthy somen lifestyle, and my summer fatigue was finally starting to set in. I was in reasonably good spirits and my day-to-day life was not affected, so I was fine with that.

I would return home from the night shift, sleep during the day, and then go back to work at night.

The monotonous days flowed accompanied by the heat.

One day, a trivial incident broke out at the convenience store.

It was late at night―Customers were still streaming in. Within the store were several people in work clothes and businessmen style. Cup noodles, bentos, and nutritional drinks were particularly in demand, and as the night progressed, the cash register, a task that I could never do even if I wanted to, seemed slightly more enjoyable. Such was the time that came and went as a matter of course.

If that was according to usual, yeah―