The battle of the brave men, who can no longer be seen to interact with each other with increasing speed step by step, is just brave! Apparently, Mr. Kitra accidentally crashed into the wall below the front row and decided to win or lose as the audience quieted down with his temper.
That was a brilliant interruption, so much so that Jonah and a few other wives stood up in surprise.
Fortunately, there were no injuries, and Sorol, the recoverer, was called on the spot once, but he was at Sokko's service.
As I look admirably at how sturdy a brave man can be... my usual voice flies from the side, "Mr. Chris is a strong man after all". Cutting that off, conversations continued with "Really," "I, I've never seen Keys lose before," "It's such an amazing battle between brave men," "The last one, they were all pompous," "Well, Kitra worked hard," etc., and once again, with a single voice from the general, the ladies begin to support their return.
"Then meet Kuala at night. 'Cause, as usual, you kept an appointment in my name."
"Oh, excuse me. I'll let you go as soon as I have a little face."
"Never mind. I have a small child. It's too early to teach you to stay up late."
"I'm going to dinner with Kitra first, so I'll be late to rendezvous."
"Yes, yes, that's been adjusted, too. Yeah, if you're gonna have a drink over there, should I keep the amount of alcohol I order down?
"No way! Just as usual. Yikes. The liquor and food that comes out at the lord's is delicious, but the quantity is small and the air is too elegant for me to drink."
"You're... the same."
"I'll eat something with Mr. Bell first and wait."
"Okay. 'Cause I keep plenty of money from Kitra, and I don't mind that."
Come on, Jonah returns her words, then she takes me to take a seat.
Apparently, there's a sorority at night.
And, with a delicious rice hunch in my chest, I finally see a little brave.
I finally got the feeling that I had caught up with the back of a brave man I was used to seeing but who had not felt nostalgic in a long time. He doesn't even seem to notice... I knew myself glad I was here to see it.
Then we just leave the arena behind, and once back at Yona's house, we cancel the transformation.
I got a spare word that I don't have any body, I wish I could just keep going, but I don't sneak to make stains on a kinky dress. When I told her that this outfit was too high-level in the dining room, she managed to acknowledge it.
Maybe we should avoid being too wild for a sorority, though. I thought of the hot air and pulled out a piece I bought because I wanted to try it on but didn't get a chance. Makeup is very modest. “Young” in the mirror to a ponytail in such a high position that I cannot do without being young I return a subtle laugh and lean over.
What do you say yourself, but this is usually cute after all.
No, I was just a teenager... and I pushed my glossy skin and laughed twice.
Jonah taking me to the store one foot away, looking at this one with a weird face, scratching that the outside and the contents didn't match or whatever scam it was.
Walk in the alley where the golden sunset plunges in and hear the bustling town where the heat of battle does not subside.
If you look at the shop you arrive at, it's not too big in the tavern. I was looking at that outfit, and your wives are the taverns? and it feels weird. but after the sun went down, when the number of people gathered and the drinks started, something was very convincing.
Your wives are all beautiful. Beautiful but everyone has a light personality and about half of them are like people who were in an adventurer position, so I don't really feel comfortable or anything. Since it may not be high temperament, he normally ate and chatted and seemed to enjoy the long meeting and the hustle and noise in the store.
Then I set aside a little time, and when my wife, who raved about it because she didn't feel like she drank it at the lord's, joined me, she developed into a drinking comparison from there on out as to why it was. The owner of the store, as well as the other customers, was a knockout, and by the time he realized it, he had become a gambling source of "who will stay until the end”. Clear your ears, you'll never lose with their names everywhere! There is a surge of support, and, oh, I can easily understand if this is a tea meal, even if I'm at a girls' party for the first time.
You know who they are and who they are in town.
This is warmly accepted, too. I envy your wives.
Besides, their bondage is quite pleasant, and they seem like real families, such as the tolerance they accept.
—— The form is Harlem, but I wish Mr. Yona had a good husband.
Although Mr. Kitra's stock rises in me.
—— Well, of course I'm not in love.
and falling in my mind coincidentally coincides with our appearance.
"What, you're doing that again"
and the brave guy in the cool, ethnic costume waves his tail close and releases a chip in the impromptu betting box.
Then from his wife, who sat in the front seat, in turn, he swung his love in full of hugs and kisses, and finally stood next to Yona, the “newlywed”.
With a ni laugh as it was, he said, "No, I lost. That guy's a lot stronger," he says here. I remember yesterday or something in those beautiful eyes, and I couldn't say anything. I said, "I'm glad I'm not hurt".
Taking what I said with a subtle face with a mild laugh, Mr. Kitra drops a bomb just at me like a last resort.
"I just introduced him to the most delicious liquor here. It's a bar two blocks away, and if it works, maybe we'll see each other?
—— What!? ( )
Before I hear it all, multiple gazes pierce me standing gabbly.
Might you be avoiding a situation where you meet a brave man “by chance” in such close proximity, with the momentum of a little drinking alcohol? Forget the anxiety and grab the momentum bag.
The distracted wives and their neighbor, Jonah, look up at each other with a pocan face.
Run!! I thought my body was already facing the door.
"Bye, Mr. Yona, that's what I'm talking about! Thank you all very much for inviting me to dinner today! Kitra, welcome to dinner!
I'll come and thank you one day! And, he held back his feelings to do it, and if he bowed deeply, he ran right out to you.
Then Jonah's voice told me to wait in the back, "I'll send it to you later because you won't be used to it," also comes with Kitra. I just walked out of the store, feeling the signs of the two of them and not wanting to stop.
—— Right!? Left!?
Just ask and explore the signs of the brave.
And, behind the streets of many people, even near midnight, the black you see enters your eyes.
That's it! When I thought of it, of course, I was rushing to you.
——10 meters! 10 meters! I wonder if there's anything to hide from. ♪
I'm not going after private people.
But let's go no-count for accidental situations.
I remember my own rules that I decided on my mind a long time ago, and it's there that I follow them gently.
I knew you were tall, or something.
I don't always have a big sword, or something.
How can no one notice when there's so many people walking?
I wonder what alcohol you bought?
It's been a long time since my heart's voice sprung from next to next, quenching my heart's thrill.
The moment he stopped and thought he was going to look back.
For a moment I forget to breathe in the presence of a brave man who hasn't approached me in a long time.
At the same time.
—— Long time no see!
And the voice screamed inside, rapidly losing momentum.
Because.
Dark-haired brave man who looks back firmly and puts this one in his sight.
You could easily tell the signs behind it were mine, but your gaze was somewhere stiff.
—— Huh? Is that it??... this... I mean, the... rejection...?
and. If I'd stood up on the spot, shocked like I'd been hit in the head with a hammer by a look I'd never seen.
A person who puts his body back on the hook and walks Stasta away.
Exactly, (● □;)!! would have had a face.
Then I knew I stepped on some kind of mine… me so sure.
—— Are you still mad...? Dear brave man...
Stiffen up on the spot for a while.
I wondered what the hell I had done, and when I was depressed, I went home with the flirtatious.
To the shock of it all, I can't even hear you calling it off the back.
Shocked I wept in the bathroom that night, leaving my eyes closed in the futon tired.