Fairy Tale Chronicles

Feels like logging out of the game. At the same time it was over, Hiroshi was waking up in her own bed.

"... sounds like he's back properly"

Remove the headgear and look around the nostalgia's own room, which is not big enough, and crush the macro small.

Carefully, what I was wearing also supersedes the cheap pajamas I usually wear when playing games from Kamikaze.

Nearly three years have already passed when it comes to subjective time, including the period that was associated with overcoming Tatsuya's trauma. For that reason, I just miss every single room.

"Something tells me that if there's no trace of anything so far, I'm gonna dream about it, or I'm gonna have an illusion all the time."

I know that's not possible, but I'm worried about that when I look at one room that hasn't changed since before I logged in that day.

I don't mind dreaming if it's a dream, but it's obvious that it's not a dream or something at a time when the link with God's castle is clearly felt.

Check the time, I just thought, the sound of an email call. The sender is spring vegetables. The subject matter is consultation on the date and time of discussion about the Faircro world and the future.

"... well, soon today. Yeah, but if you think about your brother, it's better after tomorrow. Yeah, do it."

Look at the dates listed on the candidate and reply that way for now. After that, think for a moment and then log in to the game again.

"Ah, Hiro! Were you okay!?

"It took me as long as I could to recover by eating client errors and forced logouts."

"Right......"

'Maybe it's okay, but I'm just gonna do a little more work today and fall off. Something subtly unstable. "

'Right. That's better. "

'I'm sorry, but let the dungeon be another opportunity'

Probably tell that to friends in the game who would have been worried about a lot, check a lot of data and behavior, then bug report and other things, and just log out the macro.

I added to the bug report for once because there were more of those starting with Titanic Roar in the skills section, but it would probably go through fine. I have a feeling about that.

"Well, even if it's quite a while away, let's study entrance exams to remind you..."

I am a student at once. After recalling such an intelligent fact and responding to an e-mail from Spring Vegetables, which was another bottle coming, it was an ambition to honestly study for the exam until there was a dinner call.

"... Shiori"

"What's up, Tap?

"... missed you, Shiori"

"I missed you, including the time you were logged in earlier, but you're not even an hour away, are you?

Wife I even dreamed of. When I saw it in front of me, Tatsuya's reason completely collapsed.

"... I've always missed you"

Tatsuya adds and subtracts strength to disintegrate reason but not hold his daughter-in-law at critical places. Rather, the limiters around it seem to be built into instincts.

Assuming it weren't for it, there would have been a splatter movie-like tragedy because of holding my wife, and now Tatsuya would have gone mad.

With that in mind, it may have been natural in some ways to have a limiter built into instincts that prevents people from holding and crushing.

"... Mm-hmm. Tap, have you changed a lot?

"... can't you?

"I can't. It's my favorite tou. It just feels like it's changed in just a few minutes, so what happened?"

"... there was a lot going on, a lot"

Says Shiori in a truly discerning manner, tapping lightly to soften Tatsuya's back, who never attempts to loosen his arms.

In fact, as a poetic weave, it's not like it's directly linked to likes or dislikes, even if it's strange. At least, I don't feel like I betrayed myself or anything like that, and even if that happened in this way, it would be force majeure. As far as I can tell, Shiori also knows Tatsuya.

"I'm really starting to wonder what happened, but you don't have to"

"Impossible?"

"Yeah. I'm still newlywed, but because I'm Tap's wife. I'm going to find out a little bit about what Tu wants to do."

Shiori, who sensed so much from Tatsuya's body temperature, heartbeat, breath, just a slight odor, and so on, accidentally makes her face look red and a little shy, but speaks of that.

"I just don't like it here, but otherwise you don't have to hesitate"

Only a few brakes left in Tatsuya are lightly released by his wife, who whispers and invites him that way. Whatever the physical time was, mentally, three years, eating deposits. There's no way I can stand Tatsuya for taking such an invitation from my wife.

Once held in this position as a princess in order to meet the demands of his wife, he jumps into the couple's bedroom without waving his eyes.

Tatsuya confirmed the email from Spring Vegetables before Shiori reached its limit at eleven o'clock.

"... you can't have this room"

Soon after waking himself up in bed, Zhenqin had come to that conclusion about his own room.

Flew over there, three years in subjective time. For the true harp of today, who in the meantime has been built up in many ways, this murderous landscape makes a room without a sense of life seem like nothing but a prison where humans are wasted.

"I can't think of a busy future in a room like this."

A room where you can't feel not only a sense of life, but also things like youth and hope. If we think of things in a room that is almost no different from prison, it would also be natural for us to see only a desperate future.

It's already late at night. I don't know if I can, but if I don't at least arrange one of the accessories, how can I say the spirit of the harp forged in the Faircro world, sooner or later, become Ami the original tree again.

"Well, if it's all right to do something in earnest starting tomorrow, let's start with some little trinket or if it's something, ask your mother to borrow it and decorate it even with a round of insertion"

When True Harp was pulled, my parents didn't listen to that series of circumstances or blame anyone, they just worried about my daughter. Wonderful parents who treated me in nature with great care, not imitating the kind of force I would pull outside, but not following my promises and pitiful daughter only.

While living in the same house, the last time I looked at each other was nearly six months ago on this timeline. When it's subjective time, if I'm bad, I haven't seen him in five years.

I feel awkward about the length of that time, but the true harp nowadays doesn't flinch or snap about it.

Anyway, he's dead once. Besides, he misjudged the evil god opponent and nearly died again.

Thinking about that time, it's not a big deal, no matter what you think, as much as face-to-face with your parents.

"Hey, Mom."

"Ma, Makoto!?

Because we're about to prepare dinner, or just a real harp calling off the mother who tried to apron and head to the kitchen. Mother stops moving unexpectedly surprised by Makoto, who came out of the room and spoke to herself.

"Come out, are you okay!? Aren't you afraid!?

"Yeah, I'm fine. That verse worried me."

"It's okay, if you let me worry about as much as you want..."

My daughter, who didn't come out of the room except in the bathroom and bathroom, spontaneously came out and spoke to me no matter what she thought. From the mother's point of view, I can't be happier.

"So, what's up...?

"My room, it's so killer landscape, I was wondering if I could borrow a round or something."

"... wait a minute. I've got a circle to insert, so I'm gonna go check on the flowers."

That said, I take a round of cute glass inserts out of the back of the cabinet and put them by the sink, then I go out of my way into the garden.

The sun is already completely down outside, but I don't have enough problems checking pots and planters with the lights leaking out the windows of the house.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Oh, sweetie"

Makoto accidentally raises her yellow voice when she sees the lovely white flowers inserted by her mother in a circle. Poor flower with about three flowers the size of a thumbtip and some small stumps. I can't even tell the name of the flower, and I had no idea that my mother was growing flowers like this in itself.

Even the mother who lives in the same house, this is it. I'm also afraid to honestly think about what's going on in the world right now. Now that I think about it, I feel smudged that I've done quite a waste of time about a crappy man.

"Mother, from today on, I decided to stop pulling."

"... yes.... Yes!

Mother listening to the proclamation of the true harp in a different and slightly calm way than earlier, whether she had guessed from words, deeds or atmospheres. Still, I can't stop crying at my eyes.

"Me, I made a dear friend. One slightly older man, one younger boy and two girls. Unfortunately, neither man is willing to look at each other that way."

"... you've made a good friend"

"Yeah. So, if I was pulling, I wouldn't even be able to go see him, so I decided to stop pulling. It's up to them, but I'll introduce you next time."

"Mother would like to thank you, so please bring me here."

So, the conversation between mother and daughter is interrupted. It's been a long time since we've spoken decently to each other, even though there's so much we want to talk about each other, we don't get to talk about it.

"... this, I'm gonna decorate it a little"

"Yeah, I'll have dinner ready in a minute."

"Ha ~ i"

In the meantime, let's re-compartmentalize and calm down. A mother and daughter, who saw a consensus, pull into their territory on the pretext of the work they had been interrupting. The respite is until dinner is ready, but that's enough time.

"In the meantime, this flower is fine..."

Anything else that might be decorative, I noticed a lamp flashing at the start of the pull when I tried to fish for a colorbox that cluttered through all sorts of things while still feeling rough, indicating that I was getting an email on my VR gear.

"At this time, spring vegetables, maybe."

Regardless if it's in-game, Makoto wears headgear to complete the email receiving operation while subtly snagging at the fact that there are no other people sending emails at this time when it's out of the game.

The email is from Spring Vegetables as expected and the content is as expected. It was a true harp who replied to it and then snorted at the room's petite patterning again until his mother called.

"... um"

Though I knew it, Mio accidentally behaved to the infirmity with no movement from the neck to the bottom.

When I couldn't move again, it was blowing away in an instant, such as untrained to a lazy, rotten life.

"... um"

Can't you move for a little while? Mio who tries so hard but can't move with Picri again.

Long and about two weeks. I know that, but I was still free to move until just a few minutes ago.

Mio feels that the oddity is hard to exhaust in the brush tongue.

"... two weeks, could be long..."

Though I had no choice, the recognition was a little sweet. I regret it. Later festival. Mio was on his way to a body where he couldn't move a finger.

Under such a Mio, a single email.

"... from Sister Chun"

Tired of immobile bodies and desperate, just at that time, I get an email to Mio's VR gear. The content, as we talked about beforehand, is about discussions to schedule future appointments.

Until tomorrow morning anyway, no, until after noon if you do poorly, Tatsuya is useless. So the discussion itself will specify tomorrow night for now.

After sending out the reply a little, contact Mio individually from Spring Vegetables. I look at its content and an email from another person who came in at the same time and think a little.

"This, no doubt, cannot be determined by my discretion"

Perhaps Spring Vegetables has struck my hand at an early age in order to reduce Mio's future inability at all, but it is undoubtedly something that requires a doctor's decision due to the fact that the story is too big.

Maybe both the stepped spring vegetables and another person who accompanied me to it will know about that. From the text, which presupposes that we also see other than Mio, that presumption should be the first.

Still, it's too early to show emails to third parties on your own, so see if I can show both sides this as it is. Seeing an acknowledgement reply came with little or no different speed than chat, I immediately make a nurse call.

"Mio, what's wrong?

'As soon as possible, I could talk to my teacher. I'll text you, Doctor.'

"Consultation?"

'Mm-hmm. I'd call my mom and dad if I could, but it's a waste of time, so I'll start with the teacher.'

'If your parents are just visiting to talk to your teacher, shall we call them together?

"Please."

A nurse who nods to Mio in a serious way sometime and immediately summons attending doctors and parents while still connecting communication with Mio. Five and a half minutes from Nurse Call, a doctor and his parents who came into Mio's hospital room on a fast leg with something to show them the two expanded emails so that they could see well.

"... Mio. Is this true?

"Mm-hmm. Sister Chun doesn't make such a handful of mischief, and there's no benefit in this guy lying so easily"

"I don't know about them. I'm sorry, but you can't swallow."

"Then give me the teacher's address. Allow me to communicate directly with this person"

"... oh"

It's still not something I can trust, and when I try to move on to the next story, there's one email, as if I weighed the timing.

As soon as you look through the doctor or parents unnoticed and press the YES button set at the end of the email with thoughtful manipulation, the VR gear access light starts flashing busily and a window for communication soon unfolds on one side of the hospital room wall.

'Excuse me for the night. Is that Mio Mizuhashi's hospital room?

The person displayed in that communication window, the doctor who saw it and his parents take a breath.

"After all, my sister is working fast this spring"

Mio observes global celebrities who have spoken out over windows and adults who are half-panning at that celebrity and in a state of suspension of thought, all at a rate of responsiveness that obviously cannot be done without stamba.

That night, Mio's hospital became a fuss.

"Welcome back, spring vegetables"

"... I'm home"

My mother/snow vegetables have spoken that way to spring vegetables at the same time as I woke myself up removing VR gear.

It's been quite a while since my mother's appearance in subjective time. Naturally because we only want enough here, but he still looks like he doesn't think he has a senior daughter.

I turned my hair into silver hair, and this is what happens when I grow old for about a decade, so much so that I am a mother who looks just like spring vegetables, but it seems a mysterious complex that I can only be seen at the top and about thirty.

Most importantly, it is unclear whether the future will come when, instead of turning ten years old now, it will look just like my current mother and hair color because I am even suspicious that I can age my appearance in the first place.

"I mean, Mother. What's wrong with your job?

"I've cleared up for today. Originally today, it felt like half off."

"You mean back, did you know?

"I just heard. So, Tianyin said it was time to come home, so I waited for her to come back here."

Spring vegetables with unexpected heads in response to the flavors that were all expected for the monster momentum, including Heavenly Sound. This is how it always feels to be played in the palm of your hand, but it definitely leads to an objectivity or a strange complex of spring vegetables.

"Speaking of which, what was going on with my body?

"Until I got back, I felt translucent, including what I was wearing. It's just, you know, maybe you looked normal to normal people, right?

"... as far as I'm concerned, it's a bit of a shock that your mother was actually someone who looked like that..."

"Hmm, I didn't see a ghost or all its pedigrees, and I didn't need to say anything, especially since it didn't help me, so I thought I'd shut up."

Spring vegetables that are strangely convinced by the snow vegetables that say so lightly and stop pursuing more than that. Now that I know my mother had spiritual vision, honestly it doesn't matter. That's actually the fact that I was psychic or sneaky magic could be used, that my nature was tanuki and the human figure was simply degenerate, and it doesn't deserve any surprise when that fact turns out to be my mother/snow vegetables. I can't help but rattle when I see spiritual vision.

"So, you're going to be in touch with your friend who got involved with you this time, right? After that, I brought my computer down because I wanted to have a meeting, and Sister Tianyin said"

"Yes."

Spring vegetables that truly understand that everything is foreseeable and honestly follow the instructions when it is quicker to schedule and throw round than resist. First, I'm going to send more and more emails to the email address you gave me before I returned.

"You can introduce your mother to your friends after the end of the disguise."

"... nothing good, but don't think weird, okay? Guys, you're unrelated to the entertainment industry, the political and financial industry, right?

"I know. Mother, I have a lot of priors, but I have enough good sense not to get real ordinary people involved that way."

"I trust your mother herself, but I can't because of the people around me"

"That verse really caused a lot of trouble"

Spring vegetables that continue such conversations with my mother while exchanging my first emails. It's not something I can hide through, and I'm not going to hide it, but it's going to be a lot of trouble after I introduce you to the Macro.

Because of that hunch, Spring Vegetables will send another email to Hongkong to meet individually.

Snow vegetables that overlook it speak to spring vegetables again with a slightly more meaningful face.

"What kind of future husband shot a spring vegetable who had bad luck with a man thanks to a romantic view that was too blatant?

"... I don't know what you're talking about, because it would be futile, but if it's not that kind of relationship yet, I don't even know if it can be that kind of relationship, right? I've got a lot of complicated issues, and if I try to push it forward, they can cut me off, so stop doing that, okay?

"I know. He said he wouldn't imitate the wildness of being a little on people's love paths. However, as a mother, I just want to know who I'm dealing with properly"

"So I don't know if we can have that kind of relationship..."

"It's just a matter of whether or not you're gonna pull it off while I'm alive, and you're not at all willing to let me get away with it, are you? If only it could take a hundred years to pull it off, the future stepson wouldn't change."

"... why that assumption?

"Well, I've been hanging out with those people since before Spring Vegetables was born. You know, a long time ago, you could almost tell that."

"Ugh, so convincing..."

"By the way, to briefly describe your mother's current state of mind, I feel like 'Fujido, you're quitting.'"

"I wonder why you say it like the title of some book, this mother..."

After all, I don't think I can beat my mother no matter how much I thank her. Spring vegetables that surrender from the bottom of their hearts to a mother who almost perfectly understands the situation and defeats her daughter as usual without changing one thing or another.

Ultimately, by the time of the meeting with Heavenly Sound, it was a spring vegetable that collapsed without complete skin the awareness and sense that she had become a goddess by the hands of her mother/snow vegetables.

"A lot of tiredness."

"I'm really tired..."

10: 30 p.m. on the day of his return. Spring vegetables calling Hong and Mio into individual chat rooms that do not mediate the game leak a small sigh.

She also speaks to Tatsuya and Makoto, but Makoto said she would join the bath a little later. As far as Tatsuya is concerned, I'm probably in the middle of a prowl of the night with my wife, and I don't even feel like I'm looking at an email.

So only three students are here at this stage.

By the way, all Honda are blocked from connecting before their login time expires due to an error. That's why we have about an hour and a half of connectivity left on this day.

"So, just in case, I'll check, tomorrow morning, going to your house with Aunt Tianyin is not a problem, is it?

"It's okay. Looks like you guys are gonna have to finish your work in advance of the holidays. They originally planned to start tomorrow at noon."

"That would have been nice. It's Saturday, but I've been worried about what I'd do if I was working, and how annoying it would be to push you in the morning because I have plans later."

"Well, it doesn't matter what happened around here, so it's okay."

That's what I tell Hiroshi to be nasty about spring vegetables who were genuinely worried about a lot of details. In the first place, the strength of zero self-employment lies in being able to adjust around it no matter what.

I would probably have been off tomorrow morning, even if my job was full, than I used the name of Genius/Ayase Tenyin and told him I had a story about my son's treatment.

"Nevertheless, I was surprised that our parents and Professor Ayase got along with each other without any facial familiarity."

"Hong-san and I have never met each other because the symptoms are symptomatic, but Aunt Tianyin said she was involved in your treatment at about the same depth as the attending doctor. So, I hear we've been seeing each other a lot before, explaining the treatment."

"He was involved in the development of the system, I've heard of him all the time, but I didn't think that was it."

"Hong-kun's symptoms were quite serious, so he said he was always in a position to be held accountable in case there was a mistake. Aunt Heavenly Sound had quite a few things to do with her childhood, so she tends to go a little too far into cases like Hiroshi's."

"I see."

A smudging and nodding macro on unexpected edges connected in unexpected places. Even though there was so much connection, it's probably a real strange thing that if we hadn't been flown into the Faircro world, Spring Vegetables and I would have ended up just classmates and not gotten involved in each other for the rest of our lives after graduation. Ah, or the edge of people.

"Really, there's no Mio anymore?

"University with Professor Ayase, sure... Hainan University? It's adjacent to the premises. I'm to be transferred to a university hospital. The journey is scheduled for a moment with Professor Ayase's invention"

"When it comes to unexplained multi-organ disorders, they've actually been developing drugs that are likely to be a variety of special effects for a long time. So, along with the restoration of weak organs, it seems that there were medicines that had the effect of repairing damaged nerves, including the cervical spine, so that one of the similar cases would be collected and tested."

"Also, it would be convenient to expand..."

"Regardless of you, Mio seems to be a complete coincidence. He said there was a lot of demand for medicines to restore multiple organs at once, regardless of their difficulty."

I don't know if you're lying or true. If you're frowning at the description of spring vegetables, True Harp comes in with the sound of entry.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Good luck to you, too, Makoto"

"So Tatsuya is not here."

"My brother can't help it because he's a newlywed."

"That's all I put up with, so I won't say anything today or so. I don't know, but your wife doesn't feel sorry for you."

I agree with you about Tatsuya, who will finally be remembered and have sex with her daughter-in-law, while everyone feels somewhat raw and warm.

Instead, there is basically going to be no direction for Tatsuya to have a say in schedules and other things that need to be decided early, but there is no choice in the current situation where there is little time available. Especially the last few days have been very busy, and some of them are starting to act tomorrow. When it comes to the day after tomorrow, there is no time to wait for Tatsuya's return.

Mostly about Mio, then standing around in the school of Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables, and roughly packing up stories about Tatsuya and Makoto that need to be followed along with the dates.

Finally, when we set the general flow and schedule for the face-to-face meeting of everyone here and their referrals to each of the parties, mainly Mio's parents, Hiroshi, who remembered something, opened his mouth to match the fragments of the story.

"Oh, let it go. I need a favor."

"What?"

"I want to introduce everyone to my friends in Osaka, so when Mio's body starts to move, I want to take some group photos."

"Oh, I want that picture, too. I'm worried about my parents and friends, so I should have pictures like that."

"Me too."

"Tatsuya won't disagree or anything, and we'll go for a photo shoot about summer vacation"

They all eat happily at the request of the Macho. It is also a trend where Tatsuya's opinions, who is not here, are ignored, but if one asks for their opinions when scheduling, it is not like they say no to the basics.

"Fine scheduling is after Mio's body heals. Yeah, where are we going?

"I want to avoid the castle of God."

"Also, Hong-kun still seems a little harsh about taking the train and wandering around downtown, so I'm sorry, but I was wondering if it would help if you could come to our local area"

"I don't mind. Wherever we get together, maybe we'll move."

"Speaking of which, where is Sister True Qin?

"South Kanto. From what I've heard a while ago, I don't think Spring Vegetables is that far from home."

That being the case, Makoto displays a map of Japan to show the general location. Spring vegetables that look at its position and display their local and Mio's planned hospital as they nod.

"I know the general location, but Sister True Harp. Why are you laying low in the middle of nowhere?

"As you can see from the location, my local size is subtle in terms of location, anyway. Honestly, I don't want to be considered a prefect because it's a pretty off-image place. Precisely the same race as the most famous city in our province."

"Mm, I'm convinced"

Mio listens to Zhenqin and nods in heartfelt convincing. A little conflict in this hand is something we hear all over the world, not just in Japan.

"Well, that's why I don't seem to have a problem wandering around in that local area, or setting it up in that direction, please"

"Copy that. Then we can use Conne and Mio's gate from the hospital, and that's good?

"Sister Chun, do you have a good point?

"Yeah. It's one of our locally proud tourist attractions, but there's just the right hole in it. For once, the average tourist can come in, but it's behind a large garden on top of the pay zone, so there's a place where most people, including locals, don't go in."

"Hmm?"

"In the meantime, I'll send you the materials, so check back later."

Yes, Spring Vegetables told me, and I sent various materials, including the official website, to everyone's terminals, and Tatsuya comes in with the sound of entry.

"Oh, no, it's late."

"Oh, Tatsuya. Enough?

"I don't care how hungry you are, I'm not gonna let you do it until just after it's gone down."

"I let you go down..."

Knowing why Tatsuya has joined us unexpectedly early, Makoto unexpectedly sees it with his jitsu eyes. Whatever it is, I can't let it go down.

"So, how long have we got for the future?

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, it's almost settled. I thought I was sorry, but I couldn't afford to reflect Tatsuya's opinion or convenience."

"Ma, I can't help it. It's my responsibility to flaunt you and storm my daughter-in-law, so I'll fit in somehow."

"I'm sorry, but it would help if you did. So, I don't know exactly how it works tomorrow, but..."

Three holidays in the first half of Golden Week, spring vegetables that all explain a surprisingly buried schedule to Tatsuya.

It was Higashi who realizes once again that he is back while reconfirming such a very busy schedule.

And for a little while it flows......

"Hey Yukari..."

Completion ceremony for the first semester. A public high school under the province of Osaka. About two boys were waiting for Yukari Matsushima, who, as usual, had been narrowed down by a pleading voice from a life instruction teacher, and Shibao Kono, who had stayed with it until now.

They're both former classmates, who are already completely disconnected and longtime opponents in terms of relationships. One is in the same high school, while the other attends a higher level high school next to one station, disconnected in terms of distance and living area.

Most importantly, only in Yukami's junior high school year, there has been no interaction between men and women, regardless of class, since the incident.

"... Yokoyama-kun?

"Hey. Long time no see, Matsushima. Taoka told me. Oh, my God, they're doing it."

At that moment when I spoke with a sense of nostalgia and awkwardness, Hideyoshi Yokoyama, who was waiting, said such rude things.

Kachin comes to that rude word, and Hideyoshi continues his words blocking Yukaori, whom he tried to refute.

"It's more than a bunch of reflections and regrets at all. If you keep doing that, your eastern position will get worse again."

"... Huh?

"Think about it. No. If a guy who pared every person's life and didn't aggressively get his hands on it makes amends with a lot of grief while he melts away, he can get one and focus his accusations on the biggest victim."

Yukaori unwittingly gets stuck in words at the point of Hideyoshi who never thought about it. To chase Yukari like that, Taoka Moon, who stood next to Hideyoshi, mouths what he thinks.

"This kind of thing, if there's a beauty talk after the perpetrator's side, if you get involved in anything, the area will get tighter."

"The press is also amused and stirring up, so I don't know what's going to happen after I'm completely out of touch, even if it works all the time."

"Weekly magazines and all that shit."

Yukaori's face blues in moments and in the words of Hideyoshi. Shibo, who saw it, pinches his mouth from the side.

"Hey, Yokoyama. They don't say we're bad, but I don't know. Did you come all the way from the next station?

"Shit. If we hunt him down any more, it'll be trouble to the east."

"Saya. I don't know, the Homma perpetrators apologize for anything, but it's not fair that Akan can be cornered that far around Matsushima, or that Yokoyama and I both admit to working hard on Matsushima, right?

"If I let you do it, what brings you all the way here?"

In Shibao's words, excellence and moments look at each other with a slightly worse smile of people. Hideyoshi deploys the monitor, sets it to look like the four people on the spot, and then displays an image of something.

Nishioka told me you guys needed a separation.

"... this...!

"Well, that's the thing. Honestly, if we hadn't talked about Taoka and Nishioka, I wouldn't be willing to come and see your faces."

"It's cool, but Yokoyama was separated by you guys, too."

"Don't tell me..."

Yukaori stares at the displayed photos as if they were deafening, such as instant conversations with Hideyoshi. Shibao also looks surprised and relieved and sees it in several pictures.

I'm not going to forget the regrets of that time. It doesn't change that I intend to spend my life challenging this issue. No matter how much you are asked by someone other than yourself, I don't want to show up in front of a macro for the rest of my life.

But we should change the way we've been. Yukali seemed so honest before the photo shown by Hideyoshi.

"Good...... Homma, good......"

"Honma, I can't sleep with these people on my feet..."

Socialist Japanese men and women and a grown-up girl about middle school. And a woman who looks like a foreigner. A little more beautiful than I've ever seen a child's face. Along with them, the macro pictured in the picture with all sorts of expressions.

A particularly eye-catching photograph of a foreign woman and a macro hi-touching with an attractive smile and a word accompanying all the photographs.

"I have a wonderful best friend."

To that one word, their chocolate case was finally a step towards an end.