Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

"You don't live in an innuendo. Seriously, it's a siac, especially along the sea."

- Murasaki Circular Flowers.

The blonde, who named herself so, gently stroked the white cat's back as she said in a low voice.

The white cat lays her fat belly round the ground of asphalt, exposing her to such a puzzling face.

"Neither convenience store nor Gessen, a 30-minute drive to the cherry garden to buy a piece of clothing, and the sea breeze hurts my hair - besides, at this time of year, the loud guys come together and make all the noise I want, day and night without relationship, I don't think it's where I live anyway."

With that said, Mr. Murasaki has been staring at us.

If you give it to Sato, he's completely in "people-friendly mode," and he's shrinking behind me to see if he can still do this.

Murasaki-san stared at her like that for a while and exhaled one sigh.

"Leo."

"... Yes?

I'll listen back on behalf of Mr. Sato in the cat state I borrowed.

Murasaki-san repeated it again.

"So Leo, his name"

"Leo......"

I just looked down at the white cat once.

I don't care what you think, Leo. It's not an ambitious look, but that seems to be his name anyway.

"So, what about you?

"What?"

"It's a name. Name, we named it."

As I agree with her words, Leo makes a low chirp.

Yes, I'm overwhelmed by her. Not really, I totally forgot to introduce myself.

"It's Tatsuji, Tatsuji, Tatsuji."

"Oh, my God, Tame, then stop that salutation, it's disgusting"

It's disgusting...

"What's that one?

I don't know anything about me who's in shock there anyway. I don't know, she pointed at Mr. Sato shrinking with her chin.

Mr. Sato made me jump on his shoulder and shout at him.

"Come on, it's Sato! Koharu Sato!!

... My voice was just turned upside down and I thought this tympanic membrane would be destroyed by too much shouting, but for Mr. Sato, you did your best.

They squeezed all the courage they could have even with her, and soon they ran into my shadow again.

Murasaki-san, on the other hand, says, "Yeah," which I'm not even interested in, and further asks.

"Are you two seabathing or something?

"... but that's the place"

"Don't come to such a despicable place for other purposes."

I get a little upset by the rumor that this is such a despicable place.

It's a strange thing, even if you say "country" every time you do, but if you make fun of your hometown from someone else's mouth, it's something you want to rebel against.

"But half of it's like a homecoming."

"Homecoming?"

As Murasaki first expressed interest there, he rounded his dashing eyes.

"... Could it be you, out of the Green River?

"I lived here until I went up to elementary school. I'm sure my great-aunt still runs a private lodging, but... don't you know?

"- Oh!"

Murasaki-san hits Pong in the hand.

"You're a relative of Lady Cana! Wow, what the fuck? I wish I'd told you first!

Murasaki suddenly brightens his voice, turning away from the earlier low tension.

On the contrary, he leans over here and punches me in the back often.

Ouch. And the way this distance is packed, it's too intercultural.

Mr. Sato, look, you're frightened out of a culture shock and you're shivering your round eyes.

But I knew how I cared about her like that was gone of fine dust.

"Has Sorta met with Mrs. Cana yet?

I'm a little confused by the sudden call, but I manage to answer.

"Yes, no, I got there too soon, I thought it was annoying, but I haven't been to the private lodging yet..."

"Huh? What? Well, don't be weird. You're my grandson, right?

"No, Grandma Hanawa is my grandmother's sister..."

"Come on, I'll take you, Granny Kana. I'll be delighted."

"Hey, hey......!?

Instead, they are shouldered and taken half-strong.

That's when her body snuggles up on my back.

"Out of the way!?

... By the way, this oddity was not made by me, nor naturally by Mr. Murasaki.

It was emanated from Sato's mouth, which was trembling in the back.

"... Am I?

Murasaki just seemed surprised by this, looking back round both eyes.

I looked back at Mr. Sato as well, and she shook her shoulder once and ran a little like a squirrel.

When I quickly break in between me and Mr. Murasaki that hardens, I stretch my back and turn my arm around my shoulder.

And Sato tends to lean over and say a blurry word in a voice that's still going to disappear.

"No, you can't..."

I held my mouth tight.

The reason is... don't you dare explain it because it's embarrassing.

Anyway, Mr. Murasaki looked down at her like that, and when he let his eyes squeeze, he basically erupted and said.

"That's funny, Sota's Cannojo"

Canojo, there was, of course, no room to mention the word.

Looking down at Sato as he twirls his body and shoulders in an impossible manner, Murasaki is by far the most powerful and slaps me on the back.

"Ha, I won't take anything and eat it, but if that's the case, I'll leave the directions (...) to you, uh, Kohal?

Sato looked up at her fearful with her moist eyes and snorted.

Again, she still has the courage.

On that evidence, her body, which still snuggles up on this, has heat, and she's still trembling in small pieces - yuck.

"Mm, how does Murasaki relate to Grandma Hanawa?

In an effort to deflect consciousness, I threw a question to Mr. Murasaki.

Then she gets a decent look for a moment and eventually answers with a laugh at the pieces of what's funny.

"If you lived in the Green River, you know, in a country like this, then we all know each other."

"... I see"

"By the way, I'm working part-time at the road station right there, but I still have time to open up, I'll follow you because I'm free - see, let's go"

I don't have a choice.

What a heartbeat. There is no wind to know about me as an example, and Murasaki walks out toward Kanami.

There was some strange feeling sprouting in me watching her swinging blonde hair like that.

... I don't know.

She, I should have seen her for the first time, but I don't feel like I've ever seen her for some reason.

No, it's definitely the first time I've met Mr. Murasaki, but somehow, I feel like I know the vibe (...) that resembles that kid.

Not so far away, very close...

... No, it's probably my fault.

We need to get to Kanami as soon as possible.

That's what I thought, I just tried to speak to Mr. Sato, who is still shouldering me...

"Whew!?

I screamed out of the blue.

Because Sato, who joins me on the shoulder, blew steam from his head, and the hot coal was so bright red.

...... so hot!?

"I'm glad I didn't have to go that far......!

……

In the end, it goes without saying that I lent Sato my shoulder when I let him up on land (...) and he became the feather to pull.