Regarding the evolution of the trash skill 「prediction」 into 「everything I say becomes true」Living a

The next day.

When I wake up in the morning, I eat a light vegetable soup and a black bread breakfast.

Dinner is a banquet or meat dish these days. It is luxurious.

But I only make breakfast the same thing as before so that I can always go back to my previous life.

He was then introduced to the brick-loaded scene in a civil guild.

With regular brick loads, I decided to pile 700 today.

I'm ready to stack 1,000 bricks if I try a little harder, but I decided not to stack that much today.

That's to cut up the brick loads early and get ready for the night forecaster.

"Probably lots of customers coming again"

The measures were already in place. It's a cylinder with a lot of wood sticks.

What would I do with this?

Finish your brick loading and head to the Black Cat Pavilion, which is about to open.

"Wow. You've got so many customers already!

There are about 40 people in front of the Black Cat Pavilion.

The Black Cat Pavilion is a store where customers don't line up at the opening, so everything would be forecaster customers.

"Gentlemen, this is Jute, the forecaster."

One. When I shouted at him, he cheered.

"Forecast me quickly."

"I've been waiting for you for so long."

"I was here yesterday."

Each one of them is making noise because it's what they say out loud.

"Quiet, everyone! I'm going to predict only five people in the raffle right now."

Numerous people answer aloud again.

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I think you're complaining about the lottery.

"The order in which they came doesn't matter. Those who were here by the time you started the forecaster should draw lots."

Prepare a cylinder with sticks. Adjust the number of bars by checking the number of people.

"Yes, pull this one at a time. Clams are the ones marked red. Stay only with those who pull clams."

Sounds like a lot of things you're saying, but there's a line coming up in front of me.

It's a line of people who draw lots in order.

"It was a shame. Also, please."

Speak politely to each and every one.

Inside.

"It was a shame. Also, please."

"Hey. Whatever you do, I need you to forecast today."

"I'm sorry. That's what everyone here must think"

"So..."

"Hey, come on. If it hassles you, just go home!

A voice hangs from behind the line.

Everyone in line seems to share the same opinion.

I'm just giving up and going home.

To tell the truth, I want to give you as many forecasts as possible.

But the last time I boomed, that failed me.

When I try to do a lot, I can't really be polite about forecasting.

I just get to pass on the forecast.

Then I apologize to the customers who are coming to hear the forecast.

So this time we decided to make sure that we kept it to five people a day only.

One silver coin in half an hour at a time.

No matter how many customers you have, you won't change it there.

No brick loads, no forecasts.

If I can't do it, I can't do a good job with less precision.

Know exactly how many you think are the best right now and protect them.

That leads to the customer being happy.

Everyone gathered finished the draw.

The five remaining customers are today's forecast.

The order is determined by the number of red marks on the stick.

Between one and five red marks. One person is the first to make a forecast.

Is that it? Isn't it, Mr. Claire?

It also has a stick with one red mark on it.

"Ugh. I hit it. I snuck off earlier. You didn't notice."

If Mr. Claire hadn't bothered to come and told me yesterday, I would have forecast it.

"I wanted you to officially forecast, and I'm here. Then the lottery. After all, our destiny feels connected."

He says happily. Indeed, the lottery went without an inch. I wonder if I can tell the clam lottery for my hunch skills.

Or is it just a coincidence? Or is fate involved?

"Now, please come in from the most lottery"

The Black Cat Pavilion is already open.

Millie was watching me judge a lot of customers.

"Welcome"

Me and Claire go into the Black Cat Pavilion and head into the back seat of the forecaster's fixed position.

First, I'll sit down and recommend the chair to Mr. Claire.

"Welcome to the Black Cat Forecaster,"

"Welcome. Mr. Jute, you look great in those clothes."

I bought some clothes yesterday.

It's the first time I've worn it other than trying it on because I'm the one who brought it back, not the one who changed on the way.

"Thank you. It's Mr. Claire."

I smiled and responded.

For some reason, even Claire, a beautiful woman, isn't thrilled here.

As a forecaster, I guess it's because I'm here.

"So, what's the forecast?

"That's it. I want forecasts about my future work."

I've lost that forecaster job, Mr. Claire.

He wants to know what kind of work will work next.

My next job is to tell me that my hunch skills won't tell me anything.

This has to be supported by forecasting skills.