And the next day.
When I woke up in the morning and was confused in my room, Mr. Yona came right over.
I remember being told to watch sword moves, martial arts competitions, so called competitions ranking as personal strength are this town, but I haven't heard it start so early! And when I realized what she looked like, my consciousness jumped.
I'm a little rushed to pull out the clothes for the approximate trip, but they actually tell me I can keep it that way because I have a costume I want you to wear.
He also wants to tell me where his house is before he goes to the arena.
In the meantime, I was rushed early, and I was just a little surprised by what seemed an unexpected fortitude or something.
Last night, this one seems a lot complicated and indigestive...
Mr. Yona hasn't been asked what happened last night, and he pulls my arm without touching anything about it.
Because of you, I felt so happy and happy yesterday.
—— I look like a "noodle" background sound today...
With that in mind, the general drops me off and proceeds with my legs urged from the back street to the back street on the other side.
Even though it's still early in the morning, there seems to be a lot of people in town who are influenced by the tournament.
Aside from people preparing for stalls and stores, athletic people wearing rugged gear seem to walk noronorously in the direction of the arena.
Is it also a qualifying round? But that kind of thing seems bulky in numbers, so I think I did it a few days ago.
It reminds me of a simple tourist map of this town, where there were four arenas... and if I could afford a place, jumping in and participating would be a species of thing.
With an organizer (lord) who can accept extraneous fun and such, this much of the town develops, and the warm climate already makes people living there cheerful. However, the increase in the number of people means that the number of people at risk will increase as well, so it won't just be a good thing to heal.
and think as they streamline and look at the vigilante-like people who glance at the flow of people.
—— Nevertheless, a rivalry between the brave...
I didn't really know the words that got in my ear when I played with Jonah, and that the brave men were going to compete in the tournament. I simply hesitated to go and see that this is the whole town... It's a public tournament, and I thought it would be nice to see it softly enough on the edge, but somehow, yes, somehow, I felt it was unacceptable.
Shouldn't we be far away now...
I was wondering if it might be a good time not to come near.
Sometimes the “mistake” that has been going on for a while has caught on.
Somehow, but intentionally avoided...? Air like that.
I seriously came to keep my distance... (distant eyes). Something awkward, somehow, like that.
That was the first time we started chasing each other, it was a party of three adult men, and the move was always at a relentless pace to be shaken off. Since sometime they gave up, the speed of travel stopped fast, and somewhat the atmosphere of being cared for.
Look, it's always faceless, and I'm not mad at any beauty, but it's about a serious and gentle brave man. I think Monster Field and the dungeons made me feel sick about being isolated. At the time I was like "what a good man!!" And instead of putting that good intentions in… I appreciated the attention. Well, when you're near a brave party, the trouble rate rises, but the safety rate is usually high.
In the meantime, I couldn't pretend not to see it or anything - Mr. Rice and Mr. Reps - and there were things I could talk to. The flow also gave them more opportunities to get along with each other a little bit and give away missing items.
I didn't have any particular contact until I went to the forest of disappointment, but then I said, "Hey, isn't this handsome!?" Even though there was a shortening of distance. It seems that before I realized it, I had stepped on some kind of mine of the brave man.
I absolutely don't like being hated.
Hopefully, I want to try my best to get back to the previous state.
It's not like we had a particular fight or anything, and it's not like we're supposed to be sorry.
I was wondering if it would be possible for me now to rely on time, distance myself just a little, and see how things are going for a while now... Rather, that's all I have, but I was just thinking that I should be cautious about my actions so as to contain the anxiety that springs from somewhere.
So no matter how many public competitions, let's just drop it off this time. That's how I felt.
No way. Come here, meet your opponent's brave man —— and that's someone named Jonah's husband, besides not getting into his own harem? Or something like that. I can't believe they say it in light shape —— I never thought.
—— I just can't believe you turned down the favor of a friend you made because of...?
And?
I end up wanting to see him even for just a few moments, stating in my heart why you're so clever, and this is how I follow her.
Is that what it was originally or is it because it is today?
I can't make a decision, but entering a narrow alley in a residential neighborhood keeps the voice of the busy.
Jonah was called out by her familiar wives and was smiling each time.
Everyone gives me a favorable gaze as well as he walks with me, so I'm busy inside returning greetings and meeting even though I'm just walking.
If you feel like you can't remember the path then lay down the difficult feelings in your heart and mark the passage on your head.
After a while, a blue painted door arrives at a beautiful three-story house, and Jonah plugs in the key and says, "Go ahead" and invites me.
The building that connects the two neighbors to the wall appears to be a multi-storey dwelling (maisonette) type house, and in Mr. Yona's case, the colour of the lamp at the front door was unified with the colour of the post contents and the colour of the veranda fence from the window fence. The neighbors use white and dark green colors, from the bottom to the top, so this building can be understood as a maisonette at a glance.
"That's a very nice house"
There is truth here, envy and voice from the bottom of my heart.
Especially with the excellent window fence, which incorporates beautiful geometry even though it's only a fence, and it's just fashionable.
I'd love a house like this if I lived alone! Jonah grinned at the outside construction that made her think that
"It's better than it looks in the middle."
He told me.
Just a trivial conversation, but something that was boring because of it interrupts and somehow turns into a positive feeling.
And in the costume room, where "I'm sorry to bother you," it's more of a dress, isn't it? The luxurious sally of momentum hangs, and if you accidentally stop on your feet, you can shove your back in.
What a fortitude again...! ("△";) and a glittering smile Jonah...
"Let's go stylish."
Awesome on me with such a line.
—— No, no, no. Dresses in the arena before fashionable? Funny, out of place...?
An unexpected scratch came to mind… and she shook her neck to the side and whispered that it was okay.
Remarkable. Instead, he explains to me that he doesn't seem to make sense because he's angry that it's plain.
Uh... I was wondering if that's the character (color) of the brave harem in the west.
Mr. Jonah says he is wearing a bright blue one, pointing to one of the two costumes hung on the wall and telling me that the costume he chose for me was next door. Then he said a little lightly, "I didn't think Mr. Bell liked being too flashy, so yeah," he explained.
Stunning golden thread from anywhere......
I just stare quietly at the understated yet sparkling champagne gold sally.
—— It's certainly simple and understated when you look at the patterned part......
Just the color of the cloth, it's so sparkling!? The voice of the heart speaks of gratitude in the realm of enlightenment so that it does not appear on the table even in the will.
—— Instead, isn't this gonna be the best situation you've ever been in?
His brave man can't believe I'm glittering in the corner of the arena.
That's what I came up with.
As a result, I wore an elegant sparkle, curled my hair and tied it up to the point where I didn't care about the crease on the tip of my hair.
Ooh! Escape from everyday life!! And I liked the unexpectedly cute and changed look of myself and applied a bright red rouge to my mouth where the tension was...
I applied it good, but it didn't look very good, so I repainted it to a calm shade.
The exterior surface that I was able to do so had been modified upwards to the extent that I would have liked to have included the photograph, if any.
Of course, Jonah was a jerk -- no, the same thing was so strangely attractive to older women.
Ready, we procure an easy-to-eat lunch to keep clothes as dirty as possible.
Woven with "colorful walking" and jokes.
Feeling so pleasant as to undo his morning melancholy, he headed to the arena.