Another Arcadia Online

Mano's Local Wanderer

My name is Shisei Mano. I'm not saying she's top notch, but she's a famous actress.

I don't know if it's been 20 years since I started as a child. I think he's quite a veteran.

"Uh, yummy."

I was having dinner at a soba shop near my parents' house. I love soba myself, especially soba noodles. My mother was allergic to soba noodles and I couldn't eat them at home, but she came to eat them when she was free.

"Mano has become famous, too. I'm proud of you as an uncle. It's no exaggeration to say you grew up eating our soba."

"That's an exaggeration. You only come here once in a while."

"I wish your mother wasn't allergic to soba..."

I grab the tempura.

I was asking for Heavenly Soba noodles today. The shrimp heaven here is delicious.

"Mmm, saiko!

"You know what? Look, services."

"Sake?

"I heard you can't drink beer. Sake."

"Alcohol starts in the middle of the day..."

"I'm fine because I'm drinking too!

I don't think that's something to be proud of...

I sip the sake my uncle served.

"Amai."

"Right? It's a popular drink for women."

"This is delicious..."

Drink sake and soba. By the time I finished eating, I was a little drunk.

It's fresh to get drunk during the day. Because I only drink at night.

"Uncle was delicious. Accounting…"

"Fine, money or something! Just write me an autograph."

Really? Thank you.

They handed me colored paper, so I write my autograph.

The door suddenly opened as I was writing my autograph.

"Dad, isn't this your holiday?

"My nostalgic child is back. I opened it for him. This is him. This is him."

"Hi."

"Ma, Mano!? What, why Mano?!?

"Because this is my local area. Yes, a signature."

Pass the autograph to your uncle.

"Look, Yona's taking this opportunity, too. You want me to take a two-shot?

"Oh, please"

"Fine. Look, stop by."

I put my phone on, put my shoulders together and a piece of pastry.

Youna's face can't hide the confusion. She's cute.

"Wow, can I have one too!

"Fine."

When Yuna took out her phone and turned it on, the reception was me. I'm a little happy to see this.

I make pieces with my right hand.

"Oh, thank you! It will be a memory!

"That's okay. And my uncle had a daughter. It's my first ear."

"What, uh, no"

"What, isn't this your first day?

"I've been here every once in a while. When you're coming home."

I used to and still do go by. When I was in junior high school, I used to come and eat with my friends, and when I came back, I ate. This place is delicious, though it's heavenly.

"... Dad, have you been hiding this?

"Uh, no."

"Dad?"

"Yes, I was hiding it!

My father is also weak for my daughter.

"Well, I won't be back. Alcohol was delicious."

"... alcohol?

"Hiya."

The drunk body flutters a little.

There was an elementary school I went to that said I was walking a little to wake up drunk.

I stayed here until junior high school, but I lived alone in Tokyo since I was in high school.

"Nostalgia. I wonder if you know, Doctor."

It's been about seventeen years since you graduated from elementary school, hasn't it? I don't know, I miss it a lot.

I used to be unfamiliar with the actress business and it was tough, but when I came, I enjoyed playing with my friends.

I was just wondering if the last thing I thought of was not being able to go on a school trip? There was a shooting of a drama just that day and you couldn't go on a school trip, could you? I wonder if that's the only thing that bothers me.

"Only behind this school..."

I had a candy store that was coming with everyone when I went around the back of school.

They're still doing it. It was an old-fashioned pastry shop that when I was in elementary school, my grandmother was sitting around eighty...

"That, Mano?

"It's not my grandmother anymore!

A young girl with brown hair sat down.

"Do you know Grandma?

"Uh, maybe Grandma's family?

"It's my grandson's narcotics. I took over the candy store this year."

"Heh. Such a young child..."

You look like a high school student to see.

"Oh, I'm Mano. When I was in elementary school, I used to come to the candy store to buy sweets. I miss it. I stopped by."

"Really?! It's local, right? Here."

"Yes, yes. Oh, this is delicious, isn't it? I used to eat it when I was little. This please."

What I have in my hand is Sakura radish. Candy like pickles. It's pickled. Taste, feel.

But I liked this a lot and ate it. You haven't eaten lately because you haven't sold it to convenience stores or anything. This flavour is unforgettable.

"Uh, 80 yen."

"This cheapness is also a pastry charm."

Pay 80 yen and open the Sakura radish seal.

It's teethy like a shallow pickle of radish, and the sweetness and sourness spreads through your mouth. This flavour. This flavour. Delicious.

"Oh, that! Sign it!"

"Fine. After you eat this."

I enjoyed Sakura radishes and wrote her autograph on colored paper.

Local is a good place after all.