This is downtown Kingsville. Some three-story collective housing walls and windows are lit sideways with the sun just showing its face.
It's probably because it's too early to call it morning. Every window curtain was securely closed and a thirty way man, who could not stand on the third floor, was sleeping comfortably.
(... in the morning)
Me with my eyes closed and my eyes squirming. In his previous life he was the owner of Sleepless Nights and Mornings Like Falling to the Bottom of a Well, but not since his transfer to this world.
I slept well and could wake up spat.
(Thanks to you in the whorehouse every day, exercising all over your body)
Sports gym membership fee. I've never taken the original before, but this is all I can do without being lazy.
"Like is what makes you good at things"
Again, I guess it's as this word suggests.
Shake your male roots until the essence is exhausted, rest well and recover super. Daily stacks are making me who I am now, Doctor Slime.
(but odd)
Sensibly, it's not the time to wake up yet. And apparently, it's not a natural awakening.
I feel like someone's repeatedly complaining about something to me.
(Mm)
Waves echo in my head as I lay on my eyebrow roots without opening my eyelids.
"Save it."
The culprit is found. The spiritual beast in charge of the garden forest is Imosuke, headed by my family.
If I opened my thin eyes, there was a five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly about twenty centimeters long in front of my face.
"Been"
Normally, this is not the only way to tell. But Imosuke and I don't lack conversation every day, so we can predict without a subject.
What comes to mind is a Vintage (Buntan) tree standing by a pond in the garden. There is no mistake about this fact.
(Are you saying it's time to eat?)
I had already hung a number of fruits that looked heavy. However, Dr. Imoske, a botanical major, argued that it was better to age as a tree, without harvesting it.
At this hour, you literally came to beat me up with your little Ibo foot, so pick it in the morning.
"When it tastes best, I want you to eat it"
As a maker, I take it for granted. So wearing a futon and not sleeping twice, I get up in a temper.
The pajamas alone are cold, so weave a thick jacket, and when you put the eel on your shoulder, you go to the kitchen. When I put a sheathed fruit knife in my pocket, I went out to the leaf morning dew glowing forest.
"Morning."
Dangobees and tortoises are found directly beneath a Vintage tree. Dangolo returns his greetings from the flat stone on the shore, Zaratan floating in the pond.
The majesty's gone.
My cheeks loosen to what the turtle looks like. Zaratan himself didn't seem to notice, but his tail kept pounding on the water just because he couldn't wait.
(I couldn't help it, or I was looking forward to it)
In fact, this turtle, if you leave the garden forest, will be two hundred meters long, a great spiritual beast that rings famously in the world.
The more drawings you borrow from the library, the more open-looking colors you will see, and the longer the explanation will last from the next page.
"Why so many beings live in a pond on the roof of the King's capital Downtown"
There's only one reason, because there's a Vintage here.
Zaratan liked and couldn't wait to see the fruit of Vintage. But around the Spirit Forest Lake where I was before, they disappeared hundreds of years ago.
"Slight, light yellow citrus fruit that kept me in love"
It came to smell the resurrection in the garden forest with extraordinary abilities.
As for the motive of the Great Spirit Beast, I'd say it's adorable. But as far as I'm concerned, it's highly regarded.
(A life that's passionate about what you like is good.)
I've always wanted to be myself.
Imosuke on her shoulder pushes her head against my cheek thinking about it.
"One thing."
Ceremony to hit the first harvest of the season. The family head, Imobi, seems to be thinking about it.
I guess both of them have agreed to this because they have all the dandruff and turtles looking at this one.
"Now if you'll excuse me."
Drop Imoske off next to Dangolow and cough gently.
"More than last year was the result of the efforts of the three of us here. I sincerely thank you."
Be thankful first, and carry on the words.
"- As there is the proverb of three arrows, if we gather the three, we may be about nine times wiser -"
I have to say something nice, and I'll keep talking about it. If I noticed a strange continuous sound and turned my attention to the source, Zaratan's tail was going back and forth between the air and the water.
As for the atmosphere, it would feel like I was tapping the top plate of my desk with my fingers.
"- Above"
Reflect and cut up.
I'm sick of the long greeting from the president and great guy to the principal, but he feels different when he's on the talking side.
I didn't feel like I had a role to play without saying something to make me snort for some time.
"So, Imosque, please."
Lifting the eel with both hands with the cancer, it goes over the branches. Imosuke praises everyone from high altitude and slaps a branch with his butt.
"Pampers."
At the same time as flying such waves, the fruit seems to fall so heavy that it is excessive in one hand. I'll take it immediately and put it in front of Zaratan.
"Another one."
On my request, Imosuke, who moves sideways on branches and does the same thing. The similarly caught light yellow sphere is now squeezed onto the grass with it in hand.
Not sitting on the grass is to make it wet with morning dew.
"Bye."
Everyone's gaze prompted me to start.
Fruit knife removed. Place vertical and horizontal cuts in the buttocks of Vintage, peel off the thick and hard outer skin, and divide the sphere wrapped in white soft skin with your fingers.
(... beautiful)
A clear, thin yellow pulp that shudders and exfoliates the body if you carefully remove the thin skin of the room.
I felt uncomfortable where I exhaled my admiration and I turned to Imosuke.
"It's not glowing, this"
Immortals staring at me from above the branches and dandruff lifting up the front half of my body on the ground.
"Put it down."
The five-year-old larvae of the magpie butterfly began to get excited on the branches, so he reached out with no Vintage and went on the ground as he wished.
Then insert the pulp into the shadow of the tree. Again, it emitted a pale but white light.
"Ooh."
The reclining dangolo, next to which Imoske flies a deep nodding wave.
"This is good."
When the two face each other in the head, they stay high touched with their heads. Zaratan, on the other hand, had his mouth half-opened and solidified.
The thought that comes through is, surprise. It seems to be the first time in a long life, such as the glowing Vintage.
"Brilliant. Well done, you guys. Far beyond my imagination."
It would be the result of the combined power of the earth-savvy dangolows and the entrusted Zaratan if it were water, as well as the Imosques specialised in the care of plants.
Crush in your mouth the pulp that just shines, or actually even shines thin.
"Good. Sorry for the lack of vocabulary (awesome), but I can only say yes"
The spread was very subtle, and understated sweetness and acidity. The slightest bitterness adds sobriety and good aftertaste.
(It's still this one)
The intense sweetness of Iyokan or the intense sourness of Summer Micah. Each will have many fans, but my taste is still Vintage.
This freshness would be about tonal grapefruit.
"You can eat it."
To Zalatan, who gazes and throats, he gives a go sign with a grin.
A light yellow fruit as a softball placed in front of a turtle that shrinks my words to the size of a golf ball on the trigger. But still bigger than my head.
"Seniors of the Kono Dino Lord D, Greater Inal Appreciation"
Zalatan snuggles his nose tip to Vintage and breathes in after flying a hard wave. The next time I twisted the outer skin slightly, after chewing, I widened my nostrils and exhaled from them.
I guess I enjoy the scent.
(I like it)
I knew it, but I'm smiling. They're glad they ate it dearly, and Imosuke and Dangolo are also dissipating satisfying waves.
By the way, these two don't eat Vintage. Just peel my skin to taste at best.
I see. Is this the case?
I remember abruptly, and now I understand. That's what women employees used to say in the workplace in their previous lives.
"Poor food"
If a visitor brings a confectionery folder, it is often handed out to everyone at one time in the afternoon.
They take the time to taste it, but a lot of old people, including me, eat it in a few bites and drink it down with tea.
(Sure. I'd be shocked if they swallowed all of Vintage, too)
No matter how much you know you like it.
"It was a delicious treat."
Even if I told you from the bottom of my life in the workplace, the clouds on the women's eyebrows didn't go away.
Even as she talks to herself, Zaratan eats one by one. I just ate some white skin locally now and reached the pulp.
"Mww."
A turtle that opens its eyes and stops moving. Then I look up at the sky and close my eyes, and once again it hardens.
(... it wasn't called to heaven or something)
I just started worrying carelessly and started shaking my head slowly to the left and right, exhaling deeply with 'Kolehodotoja'.
The lines are different every time, and since then it's a repeat of this.
"Grandpa enjoys his secret super fine liquor so he can lose it"
If you can make that appearance, this will be it.
Even if the sound of crushing hard objects is occasional, this is a species. For Zalatan, it is like a knob.
The fruit I picked in the morning was gold. No, I think eating the fruit in the morning was gold.
On the other hand, while I was thinking about it, I peeled one room at a time and went into my mouth. Skins and seeds gather at some point, releasing into a swarm of heavy horseback riding (Heavy Lancers) the size of a thumb.
"Eat well."
The takeover begins, but it doesn't get serious. Probably because of the long partitions.
An individual with a pattern like a kabuki actor about twice as large was going to the front of the skin to drive away his body.
(Sounds like it'll take awhile)
After eating, I play with Imosques and Dangolows and wait for Zaratan while I give him a little ride to Heavy Lancer.
Morning dew was also drying up, so I lowered my hips over the grass and looked up at the Vintage Tree.
(Yes)
Put your arms around a herd of Vintage fruit in sight.
(I can't recommend it. We have to take care of everything.
More than the pulp glows, I'm not going to walk with it like I did last time. The best way to treat Mr. Cool to his first meal is to treat him here.
(Just for the bottom branch today, but the top branch will ripen soon too)
I'm not Jaanne's instructional light patrol teacher, but it would make me scream gladly.
(Okay, I've made up my mind)
As a precaution, I will visit Imoske, deputy chief of the Dying Regiment, headed by his family, and General Dangolo.
The two kids on the heavy horseback (Heavy Lancer) watched as they pulled the thin skins of Vintage together and nodded comfortably at my suggestion.
"Zaratan, I'll give you three out of four, including ripening in the future."
So I predict when I'm done eating, and I tell you. Zalatan turns his gaze to me, but there's no movement after that.
(You're surprised)
I can feed you to some extent. That's what I was thinking, but I wasn't supposed to think it was three-quarters.
Staring at it for now, I put it away for a little while and finally came back to life. And open your mouth with a snack.
"Aligatai shenshi exit daga, soledeja main no minutes ga foot lil mai"
You won't be able to eat until the next season. Feeling the extraneous meaning, I shook my head small to the left and right as I smiled and returned the words.
"You don't have to worry about it. They grow other fruits."
I love Vintage. But it's also wonderful that it's a seasonal thing during the seasonal period.
"When the season is over, I will look forward to the next year as I spare it"
I want to be one of them.
If you continue to do so, an old turtle that is thin but shows the color of understanding. Plus I have a naughty grin and overlapping words.
"But Zaratan wouldn't be, would he? Little by little, you want to have fun all year round."
Unlike me, Zaratan is a literary choice.
After I finish saying it, I see how the tortoise stopped working once again.
(whoops)
I turned my face downwards, so I thought it was something, and a wave of double circles and triple circles spread across the water. I guess I'm dropping tears.
Grand seniors to be treated with respect, even though they are family members. That crying figure comes as quite a shock.
When I took my gaze off politely, I looked up at the Vintage Tree again, disguised myself as an unaware wind and was whining (crushing).
"It's just a question of how to keep it."
It would have to be dark and cold and not too dry.
Plus I want the size. If you put it in a dense box, it would have damaged it off the contact surface.
"Talk to the Merchant Guild and rent it in storage. No, I'd like to avoid it if I could."
Though I wouldn't know if I had to peel it off, this year's Wenden glows. I don't want people's eyes to touch me as much as possible.
"Rencete Lust Sii"
It seems that the wave of emotions has subsided. Zaratan reacts to my lone words. I mean, there's no magic just right, but they say they know the right place.
"A tomb in the ruins, and a sinking ship?
It's transported by metastatic magic. If it's a sealed room in a grave, it seems to be optimal without people or animals.
(Will you keep food in your grave?)
It's a tough sensibility to override, but I can't help it because the species are different as organisms. This is probably the best because it's the opinion of the Great Spirit Beast of Long Living Things.
"All right, then let's harvest today's share"
I'm putting Imosuke back on the branch to keep picking in the morning.
After that, Imosuke drops the fruit, and I give it to Zalatan. As Zalatan unfolds his metamorphosis magic formation in the pond, he dives inside through the dwarfed Vintage, emptying his mouth and returning repeatedly.
By the way, Dangolow was deflected from a bunch of heavy horse riding (Heavy Lancers) because he had nothing to do with it.
(I see. First in, first out)
Mogi finished, the only remaining work is transport. I can't help, so I'll watch Kohlo go back and forth.
Zaratan says he carries it every day and takes home the oldest one to eat. Until the end of the season of Vintage, I guess harvesting and hauling will be our daily routine every morning.
(I don't know what to say, you're like a squirrel hiding nuts)
Diving into the magic formation, I see him come out, and the edge of his mouth rises. Hard work, but healthy and really cute.
(Do you hide too much and don't forget)
I'm a little worried, but I think it's okay.
Maybe that's where the Vintage Tree grows. It will be a pleasure even on Wenden.
(Adventurer reaches)
Put your chin in and think about the future you haven't seen yet.
"A treasure room in a crypt, with no trace of anyone breaking it. And the line that set foot therein saw a few thin yellow fruits placed on the table with gold and silver ornaments.
And if you crack it, the contents are stingy.
It's a mystery.
You'll be worried sick.
It was me with a mean grin.