Gang of Yuusha

In the morning, Shoji spoke lightly to the men kicking the ball aiming to target him in a lonely park.

We talked about the weather, recommended cigarettes, asked how we were doing - we talked about the work we were doing.

An unemployed guy who quit because he was disgusted with the coal pitcher's hole life, a guy who does irregular work judging smugglers brought in by the Navy, a guy who catches rats in the sewer and makes a living.

When you tease the perfect potion. Asked which organization the spinner was from.

Answer one appropriately from a few and make it buy cheap.

He lied that the guy who doesn't drink potion is a serious fool or a willless coward.

Easy to get pleasure.

I can easily get away from reality.

Tickets to the ideal place to go with ease.

I ran out of words that there was little or no sequelae.

It's just a story you don't understand. No sequelae, but addiction.

It's not a bad idea. Tasting it spreads rumors. Demand should increase.

During the day he stood at the border of the food and beverage district and spoke to the tobacco-blown whores.

Amazingly, this guy always has a rugged personality.

He tries to be worthy without speaking up.

Because I'll pay later. Because I pay with my flesh. After drinking.

I didn't lend you an ear. I am used to despairing of poor customer quality.

Always turned down with a gentle face.

Take a munch with the word candy in the courtesy of Gentleman. Selling is not delicious in this customer base.

Demand and supply may fall apart.

- Don't expect it.

"... would you like some rice?"

It was a hundred million robberies to use your feet as sticks and judge the perfect potion.

Sales talks originally weren't good at rootless shoji.

I just do it because I have to.

I applied the upper class manipulation a little because I had learned it, but it would be useless if I didn't mix it with the courtesy of the street, and sometimes I could almost grab my throat.

My feet fluttered to a border style restaurant where black pork dishes became the main dish.

Sit at the face to face counter as soon as you enter the store and expand the menu.

I thought about asking for coffee, but when I calm down, I realize I'm starving to death.

The ingenuity of pork feet, boiled pork, grilled pork and sauce was long written.

According to the description, the proud black pig is fattened by eating barley.

He stopped his breath in a humane way and carefully pulled out his organs.

I looked for a waitress to order. Then a yell rang from the kitchen.

"Oh, my God! How did you cut that?" Start over. "

"Shh, I'm sorry, but again, I'll try again!

I glanced into the kitchen clearance. A fat cock was yelling at me. He is still showing enthusiasm, but I could see him depressed.

The knife judgment is slow.

He seemed to be an apprentice and the hat was short in length and poorly handled to serve.

I remember that child's face, and Shoji raised his voice.

"It's Dold, isn't it! I already got out!

"Oh, come on, quick... hey, it's been a while"

Looking back, Dordo, who stopped working and walked over, was in jail and in the same cell at the Kamiya.

I have honest eyes, weak and gentle personality at a glance.

Dordo let his cheeks loosen up full of fat sagging to an unexpected resumption.

"You want a meal?

"Oh, as you can see. When will the work be done? Let's drink."

Hiraku Dordo glanced at the wall clock and laughed sorry.

"I'm sorry. About three o'clock."

Check the chirali and wall clock.

It was just past noon.

Shoji nodded to Eagle Deep Fried.

"I'll wait. Besides, you sell booze to this store, don't you? I'll order it."

"Oh...... wow, I'm sorry. And..."

"Why don't you just get to work, Usnoro!

then his voice was showered on Dold's back. The manager looked like a bloody man, and Dordo left Shoji early when he trembled frightened and trembled.

Dordo emerged from the victory behind the restaurant, but was shadowing his expression.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

"It's nothing, is it? Open the door now, Lord Dachi."

Drinking a fluttering raw whiskey, Shoji urged as he exhaled his liquor-smelling breath, Dordo pounded and necked back.

"I got fired from work. Cock."

"Will burning this store solve your problems?

"I won't. Quick, that's okay. Thanks, so you don't have to collect dried paper."

Shoji collects bundles of paper from the garbage dump.

I poured in a bottle of whiskey and lit it with a firestone.

Most whiskies fire easily because of their high frequency. The red fire caught on. The small fire of birth quickly burns up in the wind.

He jumped on an accumulated round bag and lit the discarded waste oil. Momentum increased. The flames began to flame the store's protruding roof. The fire seemed to rejoice in the dry wood.

"Quick. Do it, don't it suck"

"Never mind. Hey, Dold. I'm judging the potion right now. Why don't you join us?

I lifted my shoulders as surprised and dropped them.

Dold's face is far from sunny.

The tongue of the fireworks broke the window at the back door of the store.

The manager who changed his blood phase said, "Fuck you, you bastards!" He jumped out screaming.

Shoji thumped his fist into the store without letting his hair in.

If the door closes properly on the clap.

Oh, my God. The fire gets stronger.

The red colors are increasing and trying to burn.

"My mom grieves when I do potions. I can't do this. I went to jail because of it, and I decided to work for it."

"All you have to do is judge between other jobs. I need a trafficker. And Conne. You're a good guy, and you know a lot of people, don't you?

"Quick......"

"You've got to help me, Dold. Please. Lord Dachi, isn't he?

A silence descended between them.

I'm not just keeping quiet.

There are common memories in my head.

Dordo used in his chin for chimps.

I was caught in a guard decoy investigation while I was working as a trafficker.

He was smashed in jail and deprived of rations by someone just because he was obese.

Shoji took it back several times and did it.

It's not a sense of justice.

I just somehow - I just wanted to use my spare time and beat people up on excuses... didn't mean anything profound.

It is also a coincidence that friendship was born. It is so decided, but friendship is friendship.

Restaurant guests fled.

Fire was about to spread across the next house.

People walking down the road stopped.

Scorched black smoke breaks through the store ceiling and stretches out to heaven.

"Basically, an apprentice cock can't be money. He yells at me, he hangs on, he snaps. Isn't that all? You're really disgusted. I'll distribute the money exactly for what I've sold. Trust me, Lord Dachi."

"... yeah"

"Can I take that as a yes?

"Right. But I guess we'll have to make sure it tastes like potion to be one of them."

Dordo laughed, including tea glare.

Shoji pounded Dordo's shoulder.

"That's how it goes... it's a celebration. Gather your fellow inmates. Let's throw a potion party!

"Oh!"

Fire brigades rushed to cope with the fire. Residents began spraying buckets of water. It didn't do much good. Fire burns the houses round.

Was it also a flame, or there was a flashy explosion that shook the air. The wild horses screamed.

The fire brigade is about to form a death squad when they hear there are people inside.

Form a circle with a black soot and painted face.

A joke that is exchanged with encouragement. Someone with courage jumped in. It blew up with a blast. He came back down the gravel road looking like a dried frog. No one can help.

The restaurant sign came off to indicate the end and the gacon fell off.

Dordo and Shoji left amicably turning their backs as they chatted.