[Write a list of questions you have for someone you would like to interview, real or fictional.]

“Tell me about yourself.”

The manager’s dull, bored tone of voice clearly expressed his disappointment in the teen sitting on the other side of his desk. With how the kid dressed up for his job interview with what looked like a wizard’s costume and magical staff, he had to be a prankster of some kind, only interested in getting views on YouTube.

“Uh, my name is Junichiryo Enryu Ponemewilo the Third.” The light-haired kid coughed, a faint red blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’m a genius spellcaster from another world and son of a powerful Lord, but none of that matters here on Earth.” A troubled expression appeared on his face. “You see, I was accidentally transported here after I fell into a God Spark left over from the Divine Catastrophe—which was a global war between various deities and their servants. When a deity died in combat, they left a God Spark behind, which no mortal could move. We thought we’d located them all and sealed them off so that no one hurt themselves around them, but…” He shrugged. “We missed one, and I accidentally touched it.”

The manager couldn’t help but to smile after hearing his interviewee’s response, as he liked the background the boy came up with for his little prank. “It could even make a good comedy.” The manager thought. “Since the other applicants have been so boring, I might as well ignore the scripted questions and have some fun here.”

“If that’s the case…Junichiryo Enryu Ponemewilo the Third?” The manager almost laughed at how happy the teen looked when he got the name’s pronunciation correct. “If you’re a spellcaster, why work here at a fast food restaurant? Or rather, are you applying for this job because you plan to stay on Earth?”

“Actually, sir, I plan to head back in a few of your Earth months. Soon after arriving here I learned that breaking the Celestial Space Barrier is astronomically easier done here than on my home planet. However, I need to fill my mana stores to do that, and there’s so little mana on your little planet that it will take me those few months I mentioned. I want this job because I thought it’d be fun to be a part of your society while I gather mana rather than camp out in a forest and eat whatever wildlife I find.”

The manager found himself nodding along with his brows furrowed, astonished at how smoothly Junichiryo delivered his response.

“Okay, then what relevant skills can you bring to this establishment? Maybe some of your spellcaster abilities can make you the best employee?” It was difficult not to add some snark to the latter question.

The young man thought to himself for a second before raising his hand shoulder height and twisting it sideways a few times, displaying the “kind of” gesture.

“Yes and no.” The manager leaned forward in his curiosity. “While I can’t use mana for this job without pushing back the date I want to return to my planet on, the training I underwent back home to become a spellcaster will definitely make me the best employee of your planet. My reaction times, memorization skills, and diligence are all superhuman. Especially if I use the standard for a ‘human’ of your world.” The teen’s expression turned meek. “Though, I mean no offence when I say that. It’s just fact.”

Without missing a beat or saying a word, the manager took a pen from his shirt pocket and threw it at Junichiryo. At first, it looked as though the pen would collide with the kid’s forehead, but an instant later, and the same hand he used to make the “kind of” gesture was suddenly on the manager’s desk…with the pen in hand.

The manager blinked, then gulped his saliva. He didn’t see the hand grab the pen…

“See? I told you so.” The teen smiled.

“Err, uh, yeah. You did.” The manager adjusted his glasses. “And you’re also hired. Come back tomorrow at 6 A.M. sharp. If you, uh, don’t know how to tell the time on Earth, then, uh, ask a passerby or something.”

The manager still didn’t fully believe the kid’s story and was planning on hiring another employee, but…no one could fault him for hoping.