Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

The profession of Lupo Writer is a job of covering interesting topics and reporting them as articles.

I, Shouta Hamada (28 years old), am one of those lupo writers. It mainly showcases the town's hidden famous stores and specialties....... sometimes I run to gossip because I've been around for a long time but it's never sold.

That's what I've been paying attention to lately is the Western restaurant Wisteria. The hidden famous restaurant in town is sure to satisfy both food and coffee.

I'm supposed to officially request an interview and let you know more about a bunch of the dishes I'm proud of, but so far, I...

"Welcome. Are you ready to order?

"Oh, yeah. Give me this omelet and jasmine tea. And blend after dinner."

"Omelette and jasmine tea. It's a blend after dinner, right? Thank you. Please wait."

As such, we normally have customers. Of course, I haven't told the store that I'm a Lupo Writer or that I have a desire to cover.

I looked behind her, one of the reasons for this - Yuhua Park, the daughter of this store who just took my order politely.

Style would be pretty good. Walking in a good position with chestnut hair all together that seems to be dyeing makes a serious impression against the look of a bad girl. This is also an indication that we are helping the store during the holidays. An active high school girl, but a calm atmosphere. That's grown-up again.

Sharp eyes that are long and often seem to stare at others are fluffy and loose when talking to customers, which makes a gap and makes a good impression again...

Ha!? The lady in the seat across the street is staring at me with a hell of an eye!? Oh, no! I was never staring at you in an obnoxious way! True! So don't look at me with your eyes like you see a pervert after such a high school girl!

The lady missed her gaze, remaining alert. Since you and Yuka used to call each other by name, you're probably a regular. There are so many elderly people in this store who seem to think of Yuhua as their real daughter, or grandson.

As opposed to the lady in the seat across the street, there are uncles who fly their glances like a knocking up detective who at some point examines the killer in the next seat, and detectives like old men watching me from holes in the paper, reading newspapers in the back seat of the store.

... Guys, I guess she's worried. Because of what happened to her a while ago and the noise that's happening around her now.

Of course, not only is she worried, but that's all she's an attractive girl -

"Thank you for waiting. It's jasmine tea."

"Oh, duh, thank you."

Shit. I went as far as I wanted. Yuka is leaning her little nipple at my behaving suspiciously. The Kyotong look again......

"What have you done?

"Yes, no, it's nothing."

What ugliness while being a professional Lupo writer. What are you upset about the girl downstairs not once? I cough one up. Switch consciousness to work mode. What we need is observation that doesn't overlook anything trivial. And concentration for that.

"By the way..."

Subtle, I opened my mouth to see if I could pull out a little information, but before that, the bell of the store that informed me of my visit rang chillin 'chillin'.

Naturally, Yuka's gaze then comes off of me. When she glanced slightly at the person who came in for a moment, she turned to me and thanked me.

Somehow, I look at the man who came to the store feeling the lady's gaze but worried about Yuka's sharpened gaze. A man with a large shoulder-lowering bag and a lot of mustaches wearing a good jacket. My professional sense of smell makes me smell who the man is. For, after all, his purpose…

"- So you've said many times that you don't get that kind of coverage. Don't push me to the store."

"Well, well, don't let that get you in the way. Be so stubborn. Oh, I have to think there's something going on here, too. It only takes about five minutes. After closing, of course, huh? Let me just ask you something - you guys, about the returnees.

Bingo. That's still why I'm in the business.

- Returnees

That's what's complicating the situation surrounding her.

Yuka lost track of that with her classmate over a year ago. It was a lot of noise at the time as a hiding place in daytime school. I also got intrigued and did a lot of research.

but despite numerous expert investigations, they ended up not knowing the cause or whereabouts of their disappearance.

Alternatively, they thought it would disappear from people's memories as it were, but not long ago, Yuka and the others snuck back. with most of the students.

Where were they? Naturally, not only the police, but all public agencies and news outlets were packed, but such answers to them - fighting against the forces led by evil gods in different worlds.

Mental abnormalities, or brainwashing with drugs, are naturally suspected. Several tests appeared to have been carried out, but in the end, no anomalies were found in them, and many agencies decided to conclude this way.

- They were in hiding, trying to hide a blank year.

and. Reports seem to have overheated and public sector pursuits have intensified. Some students didn't come back, so naturally.

But an anomaly occurs here. One day, as if the tide had drawn, the pursuit of them had subsided.

Even freelance lupo writers like me were advised by fellow industrialists, seniors and cordial publishers that "we shouldn't be involved in this matter". Something must have worked an immeasurable great force for an individual like me.

Still, there are as many people as there are curiosity and people who don't stop because of any more ambitions, and one of those helpless people is me and him.

"Please don't. No more business disruptions."

"... ha. I get it. I'll see you later. At that time, I'd be glad to talk to you about it in your chest. It must be hard for you, too, to have a friend you could never return to, right?

……

The store was deliberately surrounded by disturbing signs. Your elderly formula is giving you the glance of an atmosphere that's definitely not robust! That man, are you going to die here!?

On the boulder, the man, who noticed that the air in the store was unusual, began to hasten his retreat, slightly pulling his cheeks. When I take my business card out of my chest, I can't help but force Yuka to hold it.

"I hope you don't get me wrong, but I want to help you. You're still a student, and it's hard to hold big bags, isn't it? I can always talk to you, if you like."

The man who said and turned back his heel with a frigid smile that he could see if he saw what he saw, looked back at Yuka at the end, either to see how she was doing or with his hands on the entrance and exit doors.

For a second.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Your-"

- Span.

The man's words stopped. No, it was stopped.

By his own business card that flew in trying to plunder the eye of the man who tried to look back and stabbed him in the door like a joke as it were.

No, really, what's the joke? Seeing, Yuka is pointing at the man with one arm together, trying to align two fingers of the other hand. As if I even threw a business card between my fingers.

... I've seen a TV show before where you cut vegetables with a tramp card throw. So, it's really a joke-like sight, but I guess there's nothing you can't do with exceptional technology.

Even if the business card is a much thicker piece of paper than the cards, and the stabbed door was made of wood with a stiff material. Even if it wasn't the pros who made it a business to throw it, it was the high school girls helping out with the house on holiday!

A man's gaze is slowly directed towards a business card that stabs him in the entrance and exit door. My cheeks are already so convulsive that I can't delude them.

To such a man, You-hwa released her words with a resounding voice.

"Thank you for your concern. But me, I'm a pretty strong woman even if I look like this, so I'll carry it myself until the end of the day about the baggage I decide to carry myself. And..."

Yuka chuckled fluffily. What's in there is full width trust? Whoever sees it without any worries or worries, a smile filled with difficult expressions of charm.

"I know someone who can do something about it."

So take that business card and go home. silent pressure lurking in an attractive smile. Oh, sure, I wouldn't even be willing to defy you if you were ordered to smile and glance at me like that.

"Right. I hope you don't regret it."

I guess it was the best throwaway dialogue. The man who brutally pulled out his business card left without even hiding his frustration.

Yuhua, who exhaled, nodded lightly at her parents, who had been watching from the kitchen and the counter the whole time. When your parents nod back gently, they return to their jobs.

"Yeah, I disturbed you. I'm so sorry."

Yuhua lowers her head with a pepper for the guest seat. The regulars are saying, "Never mind." "It's okay." "The next time I come, my grandma will let my men finish." Even the non-recurring customers didn't seem to care if Yuhua's face and smile had been hit earlier.

Instead, he glances at the flickering and intriguing. That's the look she felt more interested in Yuhua herself than in being a "returnee".

Um, this is how Yuka's addiction grows. I also told Yuka earlier...

My gaze flew in from your lady. That lady is definitely Esper.

By the way, who do you mean, someone who can do something about it?

Well, about a week from the day I learned the startling fact that Yuka was actually a master of card throwing.

I went to Wisteria about four times in the meantime and observed Yuka.

... No, I'm not a stalker. It's just work. Covert coverage. It's bad for Yuka, but I don't condone more than being a pro, either. Even withstanding the unusual gaze of the regulars and the shelling of Yuhua's smile, she was stretched out or not!

The results are vain and completely empty. There's nothing suspicious about her, and there's nothing suspicious about her classmates coming to visit.

Speaking of figuring it out, she was still a serious girl, poor, and about as much a throwing master of everything from card-throwing to ballpoint pen throwing to vegetable stick throwing.

I am new to the fact that even a ballpoint pen can penetrate my smartphone.

The classmate-like boy students and Yuka who did it,

"Park!? How dare you!? My smartphone is dying! Don't get on with it because you're his mistress!?

"Shut up, you idiot Tamai. Mistress, no! That's what you guys say, 'cause these days Yue and the others have seen me with weird eyes!?

"That's why you don't have this!? Oh, aren't you like Tio pierced in the ass by Nagumo? My smartphone doesn't even gasp when it's skewered. Damn, can we just retrieve the data? Hey, Park, take responsibility and ask Nagumo. If he asks for his mistress..."

"Hmm."

"Ah!? Carrots, radishes and cucumbers rarely stab my smartphone. No!?

What a student-like fight he had.

I am new to the fact that even vegetable sticks can penetrate my smartphone.

A few words seemed to bother me, but Yuka, who turns her face bright red and angry, was kind of cute and I couldn't remember.

Still, what does "ijin" mean? Hey, I'm not sure what the younger kids are saying these days.

I turn to Wisteria today, remembering that I have no such excuse.

Even without the information on the returnees, the food in that store is really good. The atmosphere of the store is calm, so you can relax while sipping coffee after meals. Immersed in a tough industry, moments in these stores are very soothing.

Wisteria was visible in front of me. I see a big, stylish sign in the laid-back store. The time was evening, and the wisteria, illuminated by a cedary sunset, was also seen as an entrance to another world, together.

"What are you talking about?"

Is it because she was hidden from God? Mouth such an unlikely imagination and put your own scratch on yourself. Just for a moment, I sometimes wonder if it's okay for me to cover the store normally anymore.

The atmosphere and cuisine of the store, coffee and beautiful high school girls are the second generation of the future ~

Yeah, we're going to talk about it enough. However, if you do that, you will inevitably shift Yuhua's identity to the "returnee" issue.

While laughing bitterly, a girl came out of the store who I was accustomed to inadvertently seeing almost there. Yuka.

"What? That's a weird vibe..."

Yuka walks to a different path from Stasta and I came while calling somewhere, with her cell phone in one hand.

I was strangely curious and eventually decided not to go into the store and follow Yuhua as she was.

Yuka got a small run when she hung up the phone on the way.

... Yes, unexpectedly fast. I am confident in my ankles at work, but when I had enough, my breath began to run out. There is one cause. Yuka looks like she's running small at first glance, but the fruit is that the step is so incredibly accelerated. Inevitably, I am almost fully ill.

You-hwa, you were not only a throwing master, you were also a small running master.

A man desperately tracks after a high school girl, roughing her breath. If I saw it from the side, it would definitely be out. Running often praying not to be reported.

Yuhua walked into an unmanned building that had become a certain property for sale.

"What the hell are you doing to a place like this at sunset time?

I remember the smell of kina, but whenever something happened to Yuka, I squeezed my phone in one hand so that I could report it anytime. At the same time, take out the camera you are carrying whenever you feel signs of special dane.

I carefully stepped into the building, making sure there were no people around me.

It would have been used in the office as well. The ground floor part was spacious and there was a figure of Yuka in the center of it.

I hide behind the pillars and watch how things go.

Then he lost it, and five men appeared from the back of the building. Everyone wears a suit. I don't care what you think. I'm not a staunch person.

"I'm here. So where are the customers at our store?

Now I'm guessing. Yuka was summoned by those suspicious people! Take the customers hostage! Who the hell are they? Imprisonment in kidnapping is not a common occurrence.

I shut the shutter off silently.

"I hope you don't panic. We do not imitate kidnapping. As usual, they will be around the time they are eating at dinner. Just that our colleagues are hanging out nearby."

"Ahhh. So, what do you want me to do?

Though she says it's a hell of a situation, Yuka keeps her hands in her jacket pockets and puffily inflates her chewing gum about when it was in her mouth. There is no fear or anxiety in that expression, and the colour of the fright appears to be strong in one way or another.

At first glance, it doesn't even look like a bad girl who licked and rotted an adult.

In fact, did they feel that way or did they seem slightly flaunted?

"As I've been saying for a long time, I just want us to help. About your abilities, and the way it was given, the place."

"Ha. So, how come I'm the one who called you up with these hands?

I learned from the conversation that they were after the returnees' information. But Yuka is not the only returnee. Why her, not the other students?

The answer was released from the man's mouth.

"Nothing at all, you must be that boy's mistress, right?

……

He came out again. The word "ijin". Is that some kind of hidden language? Ha, I have no idea ~. Um, how can Yuka be so blushing? Where did you get your cool look earlier!?

Yuka, who is kind of puffy and trembling, on her ass, the man goes on.

"I am gravely aware of that boy's anomaly. I couldn't even approach him or his body. Our colleagues just" change careers "one after the other. Other students seem to have weak influence. But you're not. It's out of bounds within you, but you're in a special relationship with that boy. With your words, that boy can't go under either."

Special - huh? What? I didn't hear you there very well.

"I want you to wish for him, as we instruct. That's all. That's all your shoppers can go to your store without knowing anything..."

"I can't believe it. Oh, oh, I'm a mistress. Who told you that?

Yuka's question is as puffy as ever as she leans down. The man said, "Why do you care there? I even raise a single eyebrow when I say."

"Mostly with your alumni and later your parents? I normally talk like that in the store, and even in the conversation at the buyout, I'm getting reports that I'm worried that I want you to marry me normally, not my mistress."

"... remember everyone. My vegetable stick is hungry for a smartphone."

Apparently, like every boy's smartphone, classmates and your parents' smartphones feed on vegetable sticks.

Yuka's eyes are set with her face raised. It's only a beautiful face with long cut eyes, but it's more compelling when it comes to that look. The man in the front wandered for a moment.

"And I can't believe you followed our request for cooperation?

"If we don't obey, randomly, our customers will see us unfortunately?

……

A silent response is a testament to affirmation.

I finally decided to leave the scene and report the incident once. Just head on is the sudden calming returnee commotion and the advice of their peers. In addition, he is likely a person in the public sector from the mouthfeel and rule of thumb of the men in that suit.

Contacting the police may be futile. On the contrary, for the reason that the whistleblower = witness, I may also be in danger.

But we can't leave it like this. You-hwa was aware of the danger and came alone for the shoppers. Not once has a younger girl come squeezing her courage for others! Then there's no way I wouldn't even do what I can!

Because even I am a Wisteria loving guest!

(You-hwa. Please don't stimulate them, just try harder -)

Biting my teeth at not being able to pop up like a hero, I tried to retreat to a place where I couldn't get my voice when I called it in.

But that didn't happen.

"Ugh."

"... at all. Don't let rats get in anywhere."

I've been caught. There was one of them behind me. Arms around my neck, tightened up, and my breath clogs. He got his body wandered with one hand and took the camera and the smartphone away. They are brought out of the shadows of the pillars so that they are drawn.

You noticed the noise, Yuka and the others look here. The men have a bitter face. You-hwa said, "Oh, my God." No, what do I say, Yuka, you can have a few more different reactions... What's going on with the way your liver sits?

"That person, for once, is our customer?

"Lupo lighter Shota Hamada. Apparently, he was checking your perimeter."

Identity was scattered from the business cards taken away. What look does Yuka have when she finds out I was cheating? The look on her face in her sight, which is sumptuous with bitterness... Oh, yeah, you're always right. You have no idea. Cool and nice. I wonder if I can cry.

"I don't care about the person's identity. So, what are you gonna do with that guy?

"... something you don't need to know. Let's just call it a deal, shall we? Then you should get back to the store as soon as possible. I will contact you again about the future. Thank you for your cooperation."

Which mouth do you say that? You still threaten the student girl!

Unspeakable anger emotions swirl in me. What will happen to me? Of course there is that fear. I'm already screwed up in my head. What am I supposed to do? What can I do!? All those words flow and disappear.

In a desperate situation, a fuzzy voice sounded. Yuka's voice.

"... Oh, yeah. I'm fine over here. Oh, yeah, it's over. Ok."

The men are going to be surprised. Neither do I. Because Yuka is talking to the void.

Suddenly, I was just confused, but apparently the men were different. You thought of something. I got a nostalgia when I changed my blood phase.

"Chip. Some kind of ability!? Adults..."

"Ugh."

Spicy Yuhua words. Shortly afterwards, two men collapsed with short screams. Almost at the same time, Yuka's face turned this way, and the next moment, she puked something out.

It passes around my temples making wind cuts, and shortly afterwards, the pressure that was restraining my neck disappears. If you look back unexpectedly at the groan of "Gu," there is a man there who suffers with his hands on his eyes.

It feels so good in my hand with my buttocks on it. Look, there was an elongated, dependant gum there. It's the gum Yuka was chewing on. Maybe even if not, Yuka popped the gum that was in her mouth and put it in the man's eye.

Groans and screams overlap, even while I groan slightly.

Turn your gaze, there were already five fallen men. He is stabbed with a knife that discharges patchy on his leg and is freaking out and cramped.

"Damn. You think you can do this and just do it?

A man with a chewing gum puff says that in tears from one eye. At the same time, I secretly reached into my nose - a lightly elongated knife pierced its hand like a ton of jokes.

"I'll give it back exactly as it is. Plenty later, be punished by the Demon King."

It was Yuka's finger snap that rang patsy. As soon as possible, a knife stabbed in a man's hand can be played batshit. The man fell in powerless with a small scream.

"There, don't move"

Sooner than she understood that was the word against me, Yuhua glanced at the entrance and exit, putting her hand over the fallen man. Then, what is it? Didn't the knife fall out on its own and fly into her hands?

I just round my eyes to strange events in front of me. I can't even afford to pull Yuka's chewing gum out of the palm of my hand.

Yuka started juggling with one hand as if a street performer would when she caught five flying knives with one hand. Hey, what a dangerous imitation... but as usual, I can see that her gaze is fixed at the entrance and exit, and that the tremendous but tremendous technology is just being done to comfort her.

How picturesque and unexpectedly in love with Slim as she juggles a throwing knife with one hand in her pocket and the other.

I had to unconsciously say something, and I tried desperately to move my mouth and throw words at my mouth that wouldn't listen to me inside.

But before that, here came the reason Yuhua was staring at the entrance and exit.

Coming in with a low engine sound were two black painted cars. I don't care what you think. You're one of the guys who's falling down here. Speaking of which, I don't think there was a car or anything nearby before I got in here. Does that mean you were trying to pick me up beforehand, or if you didn't hear from me for a certain amount of time...

"You're rude. Nagumo's right, is she licked because she's a kid after all?

Yuka shrugged like that. The headlights illuminate Yuka. At your feet, naturally, me and the fallen men with buttcakes. The car pulls over quickly and tries to hurry back.

"I'm sorry, but by order of the wondrous Demon King. Well, I mean, I wish I could."

A new light source was created indoors illuminated by headlights. It's Yuka's knife. A jagged throwing knife burned up with the sound of a boom.

Yuhua, throwing three knives high, caught the remaining two burning knives in a way that sandwiched them between her fingers and, shortly afterwards, threw them with the voice of the mood "si".

The two knives that flew with the tail of the flame, one strip at a time as if they were laser rays, each pierced the car's bonnet and made an explosion. The car lost momentum, lost control and crashed into columns and walls.

... Hard to believe, Yuka's burning knife seems to have pierced the car's engine.

A man rolls out of each driver's seat. Once again there, Yuka throws a knife that catches and sparks a falling knife. Despite being thrown with one hand at the same time, the two knives were brilliant, drawing another orbit and poking at the men's thighs. Fall flat with the stun gun effect.

"I wonder if this is the case. Later, as Nagumo put it, let the post processing be done..."

Yuhua turned that gaze at me as she turned the knife around and moaned.

... What an unusual situation?

I shared special circumstances with her. Am I going to be a secret collaborator or something to keep her secret? Are you two going to stand up to a giant organization? Are you going to heal her tired of fighting?

So one day the two of you...

"Eh, I'm sorry I'm stuck in, but hey."

Pussy and the feeling of something stabbing. If you look at the back of your hand, there's the knife she had until earlier. Yeah, let's wait a minute, Yuka. My hand is now stabbed with a pussy in the back of my hand with the chewing gum you were chewing on my palm, but what the hell is this situation...

"Also, come to the store as a regular customer"

"Hey, mah, abaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaabaababaaaa!?

So my consciousness was swallowed by the darkness.

Her last words. Well, you're just trying to fight without anyone knowing. Is that what you're ready for?

Love your routine, have incredible power, and jump into the unusual without hesitation for others.

Yeah, I know. What do you call such a girl? I can't believe it was real.

Yes, you are.

A few days after a crude raid by a public authority. Wisteria, a Western restaurant beloved by locals. It's after lunch, and if it's the best time for people to hang out, say it's a holiday. They're rare in the store.

Such a wisteria door played a bell announcing a visit to the store. If Yuka, who was wiping the table, turned her gaze, there were the Tamai men's threesomes and Nana Miyazaki and Akiko Sugahara.

While my friends were bitterly laughing at me for coming to waste again, Yuka tried to give me a greeting.

"Yo, magic girl!

"It's flourishing, magic girl!

"Hey, that was a good picture inside, magic girl!

I got a weird call from the men's threesome. What's next, mistress? Magic girl? Fine. It's war if you want. You got enough spare machines for the smartphone?

With a smile on his face, Yuka takes the vegetable stick out of the kitchen.

"Wait, wait, Yuka! I'm not making fun of anything. No, Tamai and the others must be making fun of you."

"Haha, uh, Yuka. This."

If Nana forgives Yuhua while she hides her smartphone, a grinning child took a magazine out of her bag and offered it to Yuhua. By its side, he said, "Come on, just stop this kid!" Tamai squatting with her new smartphone in her belly.

"What the hell is going on?"

If you drop your eyes on the magazine you received while saying that, apparently that was like a minor gossip magazine. It's the one with the urban legend. Zero credibility. It's such a magazine.

Yuhua, who found a fold on the page, opened the page while turning a surprise and a much-needed look at the children.

Consolidated.

I can't help it. There,

- Dusk showdown! The magic girl existed! Who is she to protect her citizens from mysterious organizations!?

What a headline it said was big fat and contained pictures of Yuhua emitting flames.

Of course, it doesn't show Yuka's face, it just shows the girl next to her who looks like she's setting off a flame. But it would be obvious if anyone knew Yuhua. A knife that looks snug in the flames and a knife that sparks is proof of that.

Yuhua said, "Magic girl? No, you're a magic high school girl, aren't you?" "No, you're a magical mistress." "Something sounds dirty. How about a Demon King mistress?" and so on, "he called from his own smartphone as he vacated the wind hole with a trajectory bending throwing vegetable stick on the smartphones of Tamai and the others laughing at Kerakera.

"What's up?

"What's wrong, Nagumo! What's the cover!? Didn't you cover it up!?

'Oh, you mean that article. That one... hmm? Can't you hear me screaming? It sounds like Tamai and the others. "

"I don't care about that, explain why I'm being a magic girl!

Holding a smartphone with a vain eye (screen) pointing at him, he said, "Now you're celery!? Damn it!" said the moaning Tamai, leaving Yuhua questioning Hajime.

'No, I erased all the camera data and stuff, and I manipulated my memory. Is the boulder a professional reporter? Apparently, he kept a few pictures on his phone at the same time and transferred them to his home PC.'

"Gu. I thought you were a not-so-depressing third-rate reporter because every time you came to the store, you turned a snuggly glance at me."

'... well, as I leave aside your spicy assessment. While we were being chased to deal with the public safety, that reporter sent it to the gossip publisher. I'm not supposed to remember,' cause it just sounds funny and it's instant. '

Yuka made up her mind. The next time that reporter bastard comes, it's not just that.

Only about a friend or buddy would you be able to tell from that photo that it's Yuhua, and most importantly, it's a regional gossip magazine. The number of copies issued and the number of purchasers are small. Yuhua exhaled her sigh of giving up after deciding to curse her own detours, which she didn't faint ahead of time because she thought she was a customer.

By the way, what eventually stunned me was kind of around the end, looking at that reporter's self, and then it was nimble, and I felt like I had done it by accident because it was usually disgusting.

'Well, it's only gossip. It won't be a big problem. When it does, don't destroy the whole thing. Don't worry there.'

"Nothing, I'm not anxious. Nagumo Dashi"

I wonder why. I feel a slight glance from outside my sight. After that, is it the gaze of "Ma ~ did ~"?

On the other side of the phone, I heard a voice calling for a hajime. Apparently, we're still in the middle of a rubbing process.

"I'm sorry you called all of a sudden. I can't believe it, because I get it."

"Oh. Bye -"

Hajime also responds to Yuka, who announced the end of the conversation that she would be busy - before, she sounded the same sneaky laugh that even some prank had in mind. And

"Bye, magic girl Yuka."

"Oh, my God."

Before you complain, a vain electronic sound called Two Two. Yuhua, who shuddered puffily, shrugged and dyed her cheeks red as she stared jiggly at her smartphone.

"... Yuka, don't say"

Naturally, it goes without saying that I got a slight laugh from two people in the kitchen and at the counter and five friends.