Abyss Canteen

Here, you are too embarrassed to go out without a kitchen knife... A bastard uncle accidentally traveled to a fantasy world. He was very good at procrastination. He could put off today's things until the day after tomorrow, but he would never do them tomorrow. Laziness is his style, procrastination is his style. He put it nicely: How can this be called procrastination? I'm sizing up the situation, okay?