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

- "Kanami" is one of the private lodgings lined up along the Green River sea.

It's just a private house, but the store has "open," "rock kid," "sashimi set meals," and three climbs (...) are caught in the tide.

And on the sign is the faded letter "Minami Inn".

"... you haven't changed at all"

Nostalgia was inspired by the storefront of "Miami", which was no different from 10 years ago, and he spoke to himself in a pompous manner.

"This is your tail..."

I guess there was something to feel.

When I looked sideways, I saw Sato looking up at "Kanami" and exhaling in an emotional way.

I'm kind of happy with that reaction, and I stare at "I don't know" again.

... really, nothing has changed.

Cream-colored exterior walls, black goodwill, and dull glass doors...

How smudging, Murasaki-san stood in front of the glass door and pulled her right leg off.

"Oops."

Gashaan! and the shivering sound of the glass sounded so surprising that both me and Mr. Sato jumped up.

It was too sudden to react - but Murasaki-san kicked up the glass door with her fingertips somehow.

The sentiment blew up in an instant.

"Hmm, almost to the right..."

He doesn't even seem to realize about us circling his eyes behind him, and Murasaki slowly pulls his legs again...

"No, what are you doing!?

"Whew!?

I flew to Murasaki-san reflexively and strangled her with wings from behind.

She was just as surprised by this, but I'm even more surprised this way!

"Oh, my God!? It's all of a sudden!

"This is our dialogue!? Do you have the one that suddenly kicks people's doors up!?

"Fool! This is......! That's cool. Come on, let go!

Murasaki-san turns herself around no matter where she waves the restraint.

But you're holding it down disappointingly. In the present situation, that's rather counterproductive.

"Ah."

The advice, the legs of each other, is hugely out of balance.

- Fall!

"Whoa, pushtail!?

I saw Mr. Sato upside down rushing this way in his sight as he slowly leaned back... but I couldn't make it at all.

After I became Murasaki-san's underside and groaned small "Gu", Sato, who came a long time late, covered over Murasaki-san, and I became a groaning feather again.

Completion of the manuke sandwich stacked at the front door of Kanami.

... from the side, how funny a painting would be.

"Mr. Pushing Tail... Takeshi...?

"Yes, I'm fine, Mr. Sato... and then I'm glad you got out of the way early..."

"I don't know... because you suddenly hug me!

Murasaki-san, who rode on top, put her elbow in pursuit to the flank. Groans.

Sure, I don't know how you suddenly strangled a woman your age, even though it's about being aggressive, but it's unreasonable that you did.

"Originally speaking, Murasaki-san's bizarre behavior caused it..."

"Chicken!" Kanami's door is poorly erected, so I need to kick it in once... "

At that time, Gago to block Murasaki-san's explanation! and made an unpleasant noise and the glass door came off.

If you look up from the bottom of the sandwich wondering what it is, there's an old woman looking down at this one.

"Ah...!

I raised my voice unexpectedly.

Bent hips, shallow black burnt, wrinkled skin, and gray hair raised together at the top of the head.

That powerful glance - no doubt - doesn't make you feel any annual waves coming by!

"Flower Wave Auntie"

- I just said it until, I got my head caught in the wrinkle's palm.

For being broken, it hurts pretty bad.

"~ Huh!!?

Looking down at me stuffy, Grandma Flower Wave hums her witchy eagle nose and says.

"That's why I've been telling you, you're not your grandma."

"Aunt Hanawa...... Huh!

"Nice."

... Grandma Flower Wave, Auntie Flower Wave.

I hate being called Grandma, that strange obsession still seems to be alive and well.

And Grandma Hanawa followed Murasaki...

"Yes!?

A blow to the head that is pudding (...) with dyed blonde hair and stretched ground hair.

I could hear the blunt sound of tapping my stuffed watermelon all the way here.

"Become, what a baba!

"Shut up, from the morning! Not another Baba, little girl! Hanawa, Oba, Sa!

Murasaki-san eats to peel out her dog teeth, but Aunt Hanawa hasn't lost either.

I'm hanging out with Mr. Murasaki with a sword screen that's so slight that I don't think he's an old man.

If Murasaki-san hadn't been turned into a Manukesand, we would have been working together now!

What the... "Shut up Kanami, what a thing to say, I was worried... Aunt Hanawa's blood is as much as ever!

"... oh?

In the midst of a glare that seemed to spark out even now, Aunt Hanawa saw Sato covering over Mr. Murasaki.

Sato, who has been trembling in small pieces for a long time, feels Aunt Hanawa's gaze or no "Hih!?," he exclaims briefly, protecting his own head.

I guess I thought I was next from the current flow.

But no.

Aunt Hanawa stared at Satou as if she would even trespass... "Ah!" and strike my hand.

"You're the one!

Say no, Aunt Hanawa held both sides of Mr. Sato and lifted Mr. Sato intact with incredible strength.

Aunt Hanawa looks like a baby somewhere until Sato and I are completely treated.

"Yes, yes, here it comes..."

Aunt Hanawa's expression becomes brighter when Sato answers with a trembling voice.

Earlier, the face of the young man was like a lie, a big round of smiles.

"Well, well, well! Out of the way! You look like a puppet to me! - Welcome to Kanami! Koharu!"