Ahahahahahahahahaha...
Guerra Guerra Guerra...
Uhhhhhhhh...
(a) to (h) hich...
The nasty laughter that touches my ears echoes and my consciousness awakens.
Even though the guerraggera guerra and the laughing voice sound like a mockery "Today," a scene that wasn't actually there, the unpleasant sole of the faces of a platoon of brave men grinning at an unusual bazu turns his head.
I remember the moment I was banished from my companionship, and I wanted to cry unexpectedly...
Especially Erin's words that were showered then...
I can't stop laughing.
But while I was deafening, the discomfort turned to nostalgia.
Drunk laughter.
Order of dishes made by Kina.
The sound of touching ceramics.
Mine,
It's the sound of our shop.
Ah,
Well... I came home.
Dim ceilings, low. It blurs a familiar stain.
The room is warm, contrary to the cold appearance.
If you felt the soft warmth and turned your eyes, the furnace was covered with long-lasting charcoal, and the ash was lightly "covered".
Kina distracted me. For Bazu's sake, I guess she started the fire.
He seemed to have fallen asleep without noticing any sign of it.
There is a drunken "Sukiku" laugh coming from the store.
Fine. Sounds like you're having a good time, huh?
It interacts with laughter, the sound of cracking pottery sounds, and it's noisy to follow.
When it comes to the tavern before I left here, it was a long time ago when I was lonely and rusty.
It cannot be said that fishermen were very prosperous at best about eating one or two cups of cheap liquor at the end of the day.
It would be thanks to Kina's hard work in maintaining it.
It's somewhat more fashionable to say "no" than when Erin or I were there... well, maybe one Kina is better off with a guest looking for it.
Kina is beautiful.
Even though you look young, the expression "cute" doesn't apply - it's still beautiful.
(11) Impaired body with a "haha" impression.
An unbalanced fleshy, seductive "frightening" scent in a clear voice that rolls the bell.
Rather than a billboard girl, it's a propaganda tower.
Ma, customers who stick together for an hour or two in a glass were knocking it out, like they were coming for it.
I don't drink. Customers are unwanted customers.
Because everything was fine, I was in such a condition that I was forced to work under the dish by Purple Angry Erin and not go out to the public who said it was cleaning, salary scale and other hard work.
I can make a dish or so... but it was Oyassan's word from that time that it was better for a beauty to make a mesh.
In fact, I specialize in the kitchen and downstairs all the time because I don't have good reception.
That said, I'm not a 'salesman'... my main business is a 'hunter'. So the only way to help the store is with the handkerchief and the handkerchief beside Kawawa.
In fact, it was your sister who was cutting it up.
It's been Kina and Erin since she died.
Gacharn!!
Gehahahahahahahaha!
Bring the booze!
Uh-huh. Ha!
……
Still, that's noisy.
The fishermen are rough, but I think it's a little over the top.
And...
Interacting with the cracking sound of pottery. What?
Yamatekdasai...
It's like a girl doesn't like...
…
Kina!?
When I get up in a hurry, I storm the store.
dividing the residence from the store, bouncing a thin drape,
"Gihihihi... isn't that nice, sister?" "Give me a break!"
And, well, the stereotype has a pair of chimps tangled in a kina.
Looking at it as interesting are the seemingly adventurous people of the cluttered professions that fill their surroundings.
I don't think he's a resident of this village... but what are they?
There are some fishermen, but they are getting smaller in the corner and drinking with little ones.
You must have noticed about Kina, but there's no way to help.
Whoa, whoa, whoa?
You guys are from the ocean, right?
If the inhabitants of the village are involved, help them!
There is no Oyassan.
Would you have helped me if I was there...
"Hey, look, look, I got dirty because of you, all right? I need you to take care of this."
"Gehaha, Molly, you can't get any dirtier than that! Gehaha."
retarded, 1 +1 = are two intelligence-level osans who are going to say, "Sa ~ n ♪" or something. Only Gatai is fine.
One is fat in Mohican. The power type with the axe on his back.
The other is a skinhead loose shape. Bare hands, but with hooked iron claws at the hips. Is it a martial artist?
Adventurer-style people with swordsmith wands around them as well. ─ ─ Pah, look, there are lots of swordsmen and wizards.
All this varies with young and old, even subhuman.
Somewhere in this atmosphere...
"Ya, don't..."
Kina is being grabbed by both arms and forced into a hanging posture.
It's the death penalty for a dick who licks it with his "no" eyes at such a distance.
Walking with Zunzun, approaching, but no one notices Bazu. ─ ─ No, some of them seem to have noticed along the way, with astonished eyes.
Because they use 'Hunter' passive skills, 'Mountain Breath'. of the innate MAX level. It can block almost all signs and approach prey if you are in a mountain or hunting ground.
It doesn't work well all over the city, but it seems to work better in the countryside.
For this reason, only in a country like Port Nanan will Bazu be noticed while his skills are being used, until he gets close.
I didn't even intend to use it, but when I got some sleep, it seemed to be used in battlefield habits.
─ ─ Sinai Island Front...
If I didn't, I would have been at the forefront of hell not strange to be scratched in the neck.
I use anything to protect myself.
Use whatever is appropriate to hide yourself on the battlefield - passive skills and counter skills…
I had to use anything I could to improve my survival.
That's the front line of hell.
Sinai Front.
"Hihihi... my sister aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Critical, grabbing and lifting Mohican fat hair from behind.
He only lifted up chocolate because his body is bigger, but height doesn't matter.
"Hey, what the hell!
It's the skinny baldness that releases the usual lines and alerts you.
"This is my shop. If you're going to ramble on our kid, you're quite prepared...?
When you make an awesome stare at it, the lean bald spot turns pale in an instant and shivers.
It's like a so-called 'hunter' skill, but it's not such a big deal.
Simply staring at the same moment that takes the life of the prey as when hunting in the mountains.
Like chopping off your neck with a...
Like shooting out a heart that looked ahead of the muzzle...
─ ─ ─ That is, give me your life….