"I'm... Kina"
My words echo in the store, which is not even wide.
There are no customers, and there is only one word to hang...
Girl walking with a leopard to leave Karan and her falling tree balls behind.
The movement of that one leg is dull and at first glance it can be seen that the tendon is cut.
Still, the girl moves on.
Slip your legs off and wear them - the right person to serve.
The girl's face is full of all sorts of emotions. Happiness, surprise, confusion - a face that I said was incredible at the same time that my diligence appeared on my face.
Bazu looked bad and scratched his head with poly.
A girl approaching the present in such a trick hugged Bazu with both hands......
"Welcome back...... bazu"
Mixed with the smell of fuzzy and drifting fish soy, it smells sweet and sour. ─ ─ It smells like kina. When I gently stroke my head, I look up at Bazu with my lukewarm eyes (hitomi).
Not so beautiful as to be hazy because of its childish appearance... but somewhere the thinness of the line reminds me of the glasswork with a slight impression and the beautiful beauty (Midori) eyes.
The dull hair is gray - slightly mixed with a silver colour like fine snow. My ears stretch long with pointy slurries. Elf-specific sole.
Overall, she has a young face and body, but the atmosphere she creates has her mother's embrace, the Wonder Girl.
Such a beautiful girl who doesn't look good in a flattering tavern-- no, I don't know when I was old.
She has never spoken, but the peculiarity of the species is the very peculiarity of the elves.
It is rare to go down to people, let alone live with people.
Why such a presence is here.
─ ─ It's a bad story about chest feces...
When it comes to the souvenirs of the brave predecessors - it's just a euphemism, but it's like a squire who finally threw them away.
A squire is also a way of speaking of things wrapped in oblate for a long time.
Well, I don't want to tell you from my mouth what purpose she was at the hands of the previous brave men.
My legs have been crippled since that time… ─ I don't know if that's why it's related to the use or if it's another reason. I don't even want to know.
In short, she was left behind by an earlier brave man.
No, they dumped me.
The bastard threw the girl away in this tavern as if to throw away a toy he was tired of putting his hands on his sister.
He disappeared without looking at his sister-in-law, a former brave man. ─ ─ By the way, I call you a douchebag.
Yes... the possession of an earlier brave man - the former possession of that son of a bitch is this girl, Kina.
As such, dating Bazu is the highest in more than a decade...... since the beginning of our encounter, is it still (...) elf old that hasn't changed?
Your sister treated the girl who was left behind as a family - to this day.
Yes, there's no blood connection now, but it's part of the family.
Erin admired it a lot too.
─ Yes, it's Erin.
"Suddenly, what's wrong? And Erin?"
Again, Kina asks about Erin's safety without getting her hair in.
It is with hesitation that I speak of Erin.
'Cause I got Erin...
Ugh......
─ ─ Huh, huh...
Something bitter climbs up my throat......
It's not puke, it's not cough - - Nani Crab Guy...
... Erin, Erin, Erin,
Erin.
"Calm down, Bazu..."
Kina hugging me with her little body.
There is a power cage in his hand.
Hands gently rubbed up to the back.
To heal,
Like a yawn,
As I love you...
My vision, which at some point was in tears, was pale and cloudy.
"Just slow down, talk to me..."
Un, Un and I sit back at the counter of a lonely tavern guided by Kina as she shackles up like a child.
The neighboring kina offered me a thinly cracked turbidity.
I want to make my mouth slip better, I don't hesitate to drink it up all at once.
The nostalgic fruity flavour spreads to the mouth.
When I was poor, I used to steal your sister's eyes for sweetness.
Besides, Erin, who was still a little girl, gave me a taste of it and my sister almost killed me... that's how Kina snuck me up later on.
The cloudy moisture left in the glass accumulated on the bottom, as if it were an expression of my humble emotions, and I couldn't help but meditate.
Talking to Kina is an excuse for herself.
An imitation of penance attached to a gentle girl.
While noticing the octopus with its subtle note, it starts talking to the potpourri as it looks at its dark shadow on the cloudy surface of the yurayura rub.
The shaking water surface (all of them) is the unstable mind itself. Untrained, angry, regretful, frustrated, Erin, Erin, Erin, Erin, Erin, Erin.
Erin... my niece.
"Kina... listen to me"
Ultimately, the real reason and event that I left Erin through the Brave Platoon...