Jiji...... Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.Mr.
"A serpent fireworks is good..."
"This is fireworks in the first place, silly."
"It's a European-born, high-calibre fireworks, also known as' Pharaoh's Snake ', Senior Tsuchiya."
"Ho."
There is a sign in the garden facing the sea that reads' Yakuza when playing with fireworks'. We were spreading the fireworks we brought in such a space set aside for the inn.
The smell of fireworks on the smoke from the mosquito line, the leftover incense from the barbecue. It's the night summer rides the sea breeze and tickles its nostrils.
"You're finally cooling down, Mr. Mio"
"Right. Star Wow."
Mr. Mio is making his eyes shine in the starry sky, sniffing his leftover can juice at the barbecue. If you look up at it, the heavenly river was flowing through the sky that you couldn't see at the two Seventh Eve festivals.
"Now, do you want us to do the fireworks before they burn us to the ground by Tsuchiya and Murasaki?"
"Do."
"Which one do you want? It's mostly stocked with incense fireworks, handheld fireworks, and rat fireworks."
"Handheld fireworks!
"What's your favorite tri-color of light?
"Absolutely!"
"Then it's a color-changing fireworks."
Choose the fireworks printed 'Rainbow' from the bag and give them away.
Mio, who was patting his legs on the edge with the wrinkles of the "Festival" he borrowed at the inn, lit the lighter waiting for him to fly right over to this side.
"Ooh."
"I haven't done it in a while either, but it was such a vibrant one"
Mio's eyes, illuminated by the changing light of red, blue and green, look more glowing than fireworks in the darkness of the night as it deepens.
To my mind, it was also the night I met Mr. Mio. That rainy night, everything changed from speaking to Mr. Mio, who was alone.
If Mr. Mio doesn't lose his keys.
If I were more tired and hesitant to get involved.
It may not have happened with such a small difference, the four of us are here at a dangerous turn.
"Next, I like this!
"Yes, sir."
"Matsumoto, why don't you join us?
"Well, I'll have the same one as Mr. Mio."
Line up and light the next fireworks. A white spark popped up, drawing parabolas and jumping on the grass.
"Matsumoto, you like fireworks?
"Is that me? I like big and small."
"Me too."
Looking at Mio playing around with the fireworks, I think about it.
Fulfilling this, how long will this work last? I know a hundred things can't be helped if you ask me if I can just eat this for the rest of my life.
Still.
"Mr. Mio, I don't think you'll ever regret what you're doing right now."
"About what?
"That's how much fun it is."
"Oh, my God."
Me too - and as it continued, the fireworks I was holding went away with the last glow.
Even the fireworks were diminishing and it was time for the incense fireworks, and I reached out, and there were voices from Tsuchiya and Murasaki who were observing the serpent fireworks in the corner.
"Early Maiden, it's time for a big one -!
"I asked the innkeeper, he said no launching, but the eruption type is good!
"Yes, you are, Mr. Mio. Let's go."
"Yeah!"
When the earthen house ignited from the lighter, the ignition wire twisted and made a noise and was sucked into the cylindrical fireworks. With a moment of silence, a pink spark blows up. Tsuchiya and Murasaki cheered at the sight of the stars filling the night sky even appearing to have increased its number.
"Ooh!
"That's right, I'll take pictures!
Mr. Mio is also staring at the brilliance of dancing in the night sky as he grabs the hem of my shirt. Somewhere, is it because of the sight of those eyes?
"Beautiful, Mr. Mio"
"Hey."
"Less than two months after we met. Until then, I never imagined this, but I don't know what life is."
"Hey."
"Look, Tsuchiya and Murasaki seem to have so much fun..."
"Hey."
"... Mio, what do you think of the current German regime's policy against the Buddha?
"Hey."
I saw the edge where Mr. Mio was sitting just now.
I should have brought a bottle of canned juice from the barbecue and drank it, but I didn't see that label. What I read staring at in the dark was four characters of Hiragana.
"Ho, ho, ho."
I thought it was juice. That was a delightful can chewy with three percent alcohol, a lot of sweetness and a choice of flavors.
The same goes for those who get drunk with that one, but Mio's lack of alcohol resistance has been confirmed by one case of raw egg wine. If I now turned my gaze back on Mr. Mio, he was aiming for the sea like a turtle child.
"Hey Matsumoto, the sea, it's so beautiful."
"Mr. Mio, don't go to the sea because it's dangerous."
"No, I can't."
On the coast, another group of young people are cheering with more flashy fireworks than we do. Must be pearly people listening to rumors.
As it is, not good.
A well-faced, e-cup drunk twenty-eight year old is unleashed onto the avanture summer coast.
We have to prevent that at all costs.
"Hey Tsuchiya, Murasaki!
"What's wrong?
"Is something wrong with that, Early Maiden?
"He seems a little drunk. I'm almost done with the fireworks, and I'm going back to my room here..."
Fortunately, I have 'ready'.
If these four get together and spend the night. I always thought there was something there that was essential, since I decided to travel.
"Hey Matsu, no way..."
"Nice. I was just asking for a chance at revenge, too."
"Oh, you want to? Uh, we don't have any of you, but we can't lose. Okay?
I nodded small at the three people who looked like I had guessed, and I took a big box of palms out of my pocket and put it up in the night sky.
"Uno, let's do it!
Illuminated by pink fireworks, a yellow logo emerges that colours the black ground.
Summer night is just the beginning.