Himekishi to Camping Car

Vacant land outside the village, driver's seat for the camper.

During a tree leak day in the morning sun, Naoto grabbed the handle and parked using a full perimeter monitor.

With multiple cameras attached to the front, back, left, and right, all the scenery around the car is captured in the navigation, and the stem makes you feel like a family-era game even though it's the latest technology.

"Okay."

Pull the car in the shade of the planned tree, press the "deformed" switch and let the back door open.

The edge opened slowly.

Naoto goes from the driver's seat through the Japanese-style room to the edge.

There, there were still tons of vegetables loaded with mud.

I just went to the field and loaded it, it's a freshly picked vegetable.

"Well, put it down"

"Ogoogo."

As Naoto was wrapping his arms around him, there came Grandma Oak and Mimi with threads.

Grandma Oak says something, Mimi interprets.

"Thank you, we'll do that. Because."

"Is that okay?

"Ogoo."

"You can't be young yet. Because."

That's what Grandma Oak said and brought out the vegetables.

We wrapped the mountainous vegetables in a bathroom cloth and lifted them together.

That's just the oak, and even Grandma is powerful, Naoto thought.

"Ha, so much more powerful."

"The master used to work all the time at the desk."

Patricia said from the oblique back secretarial position.

"Oh, yeah. Instead, you can afford 100 hours of overtime a month without going to bed for three days or three nights."

"That's the master"

It feels good to hear the dialogue that lifts you in a quiet tone.

"Ex-company livestock is not dat"

"Ugh."

Naoto sat on the edge and tilted his body back.

"Patricia, Oppa"

"Yes. Go ahead, Master"

Patricia laughed Ugh and hugged Naoto.

I looked at her soft opium on the couch and laid her to sleep on the edge.

The wind came and the wind chimes rang.

The wind felt so good.

Second, Naoto asks, as I recall.

"Speaking of which, what about the battery?

"I carried my grandmother's vegetables, so I used most of them, I may not be able to use air conditioning at night"

"Oh well."

"If it's the same temperature as last night, it might be nice to open the edges and be blown by the wind"

"Oh well."

"I will manage it so that it can be used except for air conditioning"

"Oh well."

Responding appropriately to Patricia's words, Naoto relaxed.

Sometimes I dare to stop the camper in the shade, and the wind was cool.

Sometimes it gets a little cold because it's too cool, but Patricia's body is warm for me to take it in the valley of opium.

It's cold in front, but warm in the back.

Excellent nap condition.

Naoto left himself to the drowsiness he was born into.

Huh, feeling a different breeze, Naoto woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Patricia fanning me with her waist.

Made of wood and leaves, handmade.

"What's wrong with that?

"Yes, my old lady just arrived and gave me this. It gets hot at lunch."

"Noon. What time is it?

"It's 12: 59."

"Usually it's time for lunch break to end. I wasn't practically on lunch break."

"Right."

That's what I'm saying, I'm out of words again.

The wind of Patricia's womb was pleasant in the midday cheerfulness of the neck muscles sweating a little.

Naoto finally fell asleep again.

My stomach was kind of heavy.

I opened my eyes and looked downstairs wondering what it was, and there was Mimi and I could see him sleeping with his belly as a pillow.

Somehow I stroked his head.

So, I woke him up.

"Morning."

"Ha..."

As she fell asleep, Mimi rubbed her eyes.

Ask the half-elf girl who woke her body up.

"Didn't you go to Grandma's?"

"Yeah, I was there. So, Grandma gave me this."

Mimi said so, pointing to the watermelon kept in the corner on the edge.

It's only one turn bigger than softball, it's the smallest thing for watermelons.

"Watermelon, it's spring."

Watermelon is a summer fruit when it is the image of a direct person.

"Grandma said," I'm sorry it's only small because it's spring. Some of them are big in the summer. "

"I see, spring watermelon, I wonder if there's a breed like"

Naoto kept his opium on the pillow, thinking.

"Watermelon is better cooled, let it cool"

"Well, let's put it in the fridge."

That's what Mimi suggested.

It's a proper pronunciation, a pronunciation that says I've learned something called a solid refrigerator.

Is that strong because it's bilingual? And Naoto thought.

"No."

Naoto thought a little and said.

"Mimi, will you ask Grandma if there's a river around here?

"The river? What do you do with it?

"Watermelons are better served chilled in the river."

"Really?

"You burned the tail of a dinosaur (,), just like that, watermelon is the best way to cool it down in the river."

"Oh my God! Okay, I'm gonna ask."

Mimi runs and disappears into the village.

Less than three minutes later, he came back with a long-nosed oak.

I wonder what's wrong, Naoki thought.

"Grandpa said he'd bring it to the river, and then,"

"Ohh."

The long-nosed oak has a fishing rod. Sounds like as soon as I get there.

"And you know what, I know you're here. What do you know?

"Haha, I wonder what"

Naoto laughed at Oak.

I have no idea what the word is, but I think it made sense somehow.

Grandpa Oak with a long nose received a small ball of watermelon and took it under his armpit and left.

"Well, I guess I'll go to bed some more"

"Your aunt (,,,,) is coming."

That's what Mimi said, and she sprayed it like the wind.

Naoto nagged for a while now.

Strangely enough, I can sleep again no matter how much I sleep.

I used to get tired and disgusted when I tried to sleep away on an occasional Sunday, but that didn't happen at all.

It feels relaxed and asleep as good as it feels.

The next time I woke up, it was evening.

At the end of the edge I opened my eyes, this time I saw Grandma Oak.

"What's wrong with you?

Naoto heard in a respectful tone. That's what happened somehow after they found out it was Grandma.

"Ogoogo."

"Uh..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know..."

Straight people in trouble and Patricia.

Look around, there's no Mimi.

"Ogo."

To the two in need, I've worn a bag of cloth that Grandma Oak had.

I took various things out of the bag and handed them to Naoto.

He gave me the dried potatoes I gave Mimi yesterday and various fruits.

"Oh, snack."

Somehow I get it, Naoko, this is a snack.

When I got back to the country, I remembered my grandmother who served me so much snacks I couldn't eat.

Even now, in front of a straight man, a treat appeared so unpalatable!

Naoto thought that the race of grandma was everywhere together.

Naoto woke up from Patricia's opium for the first time in a few hours, lowering his legs off the edge and bowing his head deeply to his grandmother.

"Thank you"

"Ogoo."

Mimi wasn't there, but somehow I figured it out.

It sounded like Naoto's ear said, "Tell me if it wasn't enough".

Naoto bowed his head again, deeply, to the grandmotherly dialogue that he would bring from one to the next, even if it was enough.

Drop off Grandma's back to go home.

"I want to make something in return."

"What about grilled grapes?"

"Right, help me, Patricia"

"Yes!"

He went with Patricia to the room and baked the fruit he had received this way in the kitchen in the oven range and delivered it to Grandma Oak.

Naturally, it goes without saying that my grandmother gave me back about three times that dish.

Thus he spent a relaxing day in the village of Oak.

The princess knight, frightened by one oak after another, locked herself in the bathroom all day, where she also ate her rice.