Invincible Magician ~Akashic Record Overwrite~

noon on December 25.

It is Christmas Day.

The city has been filled with happy couples since the day before (Christmas Eve).

Nothing, boyfriend, even if she's not who you really want her to be, for some reason celibacy is an irrational two days that can force you to think narrowly about your shoulders.

This is like a curse that descends relentlessly on bachelors, whether they are students or members of society.

Everyone knows that it is boosted by companies as a major commercial war in Japan, an economic power, regardless of its original meaning or significance.

But I think it would be a good thing and a bad thing for the Japanese to honestly enjoy it and get used to it once it is shaped, it is a celebration.

Yesterday, Halloween evening (Halloween) and so on are also very exciting.

I also hear that it was originally Christianity's incorporation of Celtic harvest Thanksgiving, and perhaps you are right in times of peace that whatever the righteousness is, you should enjoy it.

- Is it the right way to be and do it as a capitalist society?

Sigh one and drink your own tea.

I'm spending a relaxing afternoon in a small coffee shop with two of my best friends.

The two best friends are the winners (winners) and the losers (roosers) - but at least they are regarded as such in these three.

"You're hot, but you don't make a boyfriend."

One of my best friends, Yashima Tsui (Midori) - commonly known as "Mi-tan" - opens his mouth as I inadvertently look at the ring my boyfriend gave me last night.

"No, look, because this guy is a dreamy princess. You can't be satisfied with the way things are in this world."

In response to that, my best friend, two, Hime-na, laughed that she wanted to "Aindo-chan" and told me what was going on.

On its thin neck is a necklace that seems to have been given to me by my boyfriend last night, just like Mi-tan.

There will be no objection to calling "Mi-dan" and "Aindo-chan" sufficiently beautiful girls, who are with the titles that are only a nuisance to the person.

"Mi-tan" has hair with a loose wave to the shoulder or so, and only a little bit of brown color.

I was in high school with strict school rules and I said, "It's ground hair!" I insist, "but I guess it goes through thanks to the luster of Sarah Sarah, who seems very unlikely to be able to maintain it even if it's dyed or unplugged, or permed.

Though not that tall, it is quite popular in schools for its smooth skinny body shape (proportions) and appearance (looks) that could be done with a definite "male role", including sliced eyes.

"Aindo" has long, pitch-black hair, with gentle eyes and a calm atmosphere, however she drifts the air of a lady. "If I were a lady, I wouldn't come to public high school." I only use the tone between the three of us.

Classmates would be surprised if they heard.

It boasts a considerable body size (proportions) for high school students for its lukewarm atmosphere, and it is called "hidden boobs" and so on. This is also quite popular in schools.

- If I heard you two had a boyfriend off campus, there would be a lot of boys with broken knees.

Thinking about it is the most popular thing in my school.

The hair I started stretching here was about the same as Mi-tan's when I was in school, but it's a little longer now.

Being in shape (proportional) is enough for a high school student even if they don't have two best friends, and the legs are long, similar to the mother's, so I can basically see any clothes on.

I'm glad all this doesn't resemble my father.

Even if they teach you how to walk with your legs not looking short, that, what, is troublesome.

She has big eyes about who she resembles, slightly thin but shaped lips, and a slightly lower but passing nose muscle balance that makes her look (look) like a "pretty girl" sample. Being a facial would also be a pretty big element.

Since it is a triumph of balance, you don't know when you grow up, and he/she is afraid.

For now, it has been demonstrated that this threesome is a beautiful girl, once even the man with her in the store turns his attention, and takes the gaze over the glass of the young men on the road outside the store.

The way you brag about the gift (the gift) is that you are seen as a group of beautiful girls who have reciprocated last night's victory report.

Slightly one of them is a cripple.

- It is. Is it okay if the gift seems to be in a bubble phase somehow?

When my father and mother prefer to talk about their youth, I laugh a little when the two gifts fit into what my father calls a bubble period thing.

- When it came to gifts, they were precious metals!

I wonder if my father would be more drunk if he was drunk, but I wonder if he would be more drunk if he was drunk with a word from his mother who said, "Did you ever get that?"

I do it every time, so I don't have to wish it was time to punish you.

Well, we don't seem to get along badly, so I'll be good.

I've never been introduced to two "boyfriends" who can be called best friends, but I'm pretty sure they're not from the same high school.

I'm not thinking of it as an odd sarcasm, but I'm just bragging about one of the oddly lavish gifts (gifts) from the two of us and thinking about it just a little yassaggly and mean.

- No, I envy you. I envy you, don't I?

Christmas gifts don't mean I'm happy to receive them from anyone.

I believed in Santa Claus, and it wasn't like when I was a little girl that it was more important to see if the gift (gift) placed on my pillow in the morning was what I wanted it to be.

The most important thing is who gave it to you.

Mita and Amdo are jealous because you can see that.

If a gift (gift) is not a precious metal like in the bubble period, a cheap accessory or a flower in the field, they will look like they do now.

With his mouth complaining, "There's no such thing as this," "They think you're a cheap woman, this is" etc., the look he shows is no different than what he's showing now.

- Fine.

That's why, honestly, I'm flattered.

I want to be faster than what I got myself so I can have a look like both of you on who I got it for.

I'd like to be.

"After I finished my summer vacation as a loser, I was breathing that I would make a boyfriend by Christmas. You went to confession double digits during the second semester, didn't you? Wasn't anybody nice?"

"He's been making a big fuss since about autumn. What is it? Are you the prince who dreams and helps me? I'm a maiden......"

To the words of both of them, he turns to the bottom blushing.

What are you talking about while I'm at it? This guy has a sense that he's telling stories that I have to think about.

Around autumn - from around the middle of October onwards, I have had strange dreams.

A truck sticks into me waiting for a signal, and I get hit.

I started dreaming of a boy I didn't know who would rush to the spot to help me with it.

I'm not trying to help you, I'm trying to help you.

For some reason there are many variations, but I've never seen a version of it that I got help with.

Most of them end up getting beat up without even having to do it together.

Some versions of that boy can be heard, desperate for a truck that almost avoids it and still somehow cuts its handle so that it sucks towards us.

"Damn, not this time either! Watch this next time!

Strange words.

It's not a dream, and no, it's a dream, but I don't think there's "next time" just before the truck hits you.

But I don't even think he's a man. For the first time, the boy's hard gaze and words make him feel like he's not an admirer of "boys."

I didn't know that the real "hard work" that could be directed at me was something I felt so comfortable with.

But...

- You don't...

I can still tell if it's about reality.

There is a boy who tried to help himself with his life that takes his heart away, more than a classic.

Assuming it was the most real thing, it would be a constant development that I would die at the same time as my first love.

But it's only a dream, and this is pretty painful if you fall in love with the fantasies your brain has created.

There's nothing to argue with when Aindo tells me you're a maiden.

"I can't do anything."

It is a rush to the fashionable table.

I can't help but Hasitanai a little bit.

"You have no more sun until New Year's. Shall I introduce you to my boyfriend's friend?"

"He's famous among his friends."

"No, I won't."

While it's tearing up, I know exactly what you two are concerned about.

But I can't.

Even though I thought I was crazy, I didn't like "who else" after I started dreaming about it.

No matter what kind of gift (gift) you get from "someone else" or how much you value it, at least you won't get the look of Mita Ya 'ando right now.

- And...

I was worried about whether to talk to you or not, but I still decided to report to the two of you who are really concerned about me right now.

"Will you listen to me for a second? Yesterday, actually."

Both Mi-tan and Aindo adopt a system for listening to the words of the pompous speaker.

Yesterday was Christmas Eve.

The smell of the opposite sex is natural if you listen to me then.

And a girl in high school loves to talk about her hands.

If I had a boyfriend and could afford it, it would be all the more so.

Last night.

Christmas Eve.

The two best friends can't play on a date with their boyfriends.

It's also kind of regrettable that you're confused in the room.

If it was the time of the lovers, there wouldn't be much numbness left alone, and I was quite willing to never leave the city around 20: 00.

His father's upset when he went out and his mother, who could fool him, was a little funny.

By 22: 00, I will have kept my father's instructions calling for absolute return, or my plea, so that would be fine.

It was also interesting that this morning's meal was wrapped up in strange tensions.

There.

I saw someone who looked just like the boy I dreamed of.

Only the left eye is somehow silver. But other than that, the boy he dreams of stays the same.

Xu is not the type of boy who can speak up to a boy he doesn't know from himself.

The boy stayed in his dreams so much that he tried to speak out unexpectedly.

But it ends without fulfillment.

Because next to the boy, there was an incredibly beautiful outsider's daughter.

The daughter, who is also blinded by the woman herself, was looking at the boy with the look she had just seen on her face.

A boy's gaze toward his daughter, too, was to see the most cherished.

- In my dreams, you worked so hard on me!

It was hard work to help, and it's a dream in the first place.

I was imprisoned for unreasonable thoughts, even though the boy who existed in reality had no relationship or responsibility whatsoever.

I was angry with the emotion that could only be described as "Shiragana" and the boy's eyes fluttered.

In an instant, he returned to the vegetable and blushed, and the boy gave him the look of "wow."

I was surprised by the reaction.

While I was stunned and cuddled, I took a very beautiful girl with me who looked strange, and the boy got confused by the mess.

I searched quite a bit afterwards, but in the end it didn't come true to discover.

But there was a boy in a dream, in reality.

"Love at first sight."

"But that's a lot of difficulty. I don't think you can afford to rob me."

After listening to the whole story, it is Mita and Amdo's thoughts.

The eyes shine intriguingly, but in a realistic opinion.

"I guess so."

I know that too.

I guess this is what the public calls love at first sight.

If you're trying to theorize that a boy's book (...) was in reality, etc., you two could be taken to the hospital like this.

But there is something in the box that I think is wrong with me, that the boy is the person I dream about, but for some reason it can be called certainty.

That can't be right.

We need to find him first.

"I'll help you."

I'm comfortable with the two of you.

There's nothing I can do if I'm alone.

In fact, no matter how extensive your connections are, the boy has gone back to a place he can't discover.

Still, thanks to the help of my two best friends, I am determined to find "my first love that has disappeared" again, although I am not conscious.

There are lovers, but I want to tell them face to face first.

"Thanks for trying to help"

and.

Even if it was in my dreams, it was the happiest and most exciting event of my life to date.

If it's normal, it's like, "Are you okay with your head?" and the situation being asked in the face, "but if it were Tsukasa, it would be able to shine a grand light after a moment of pomposity.

I'm next door, with Christina looking at me with a jito eye.

We still don't know if such a sight will come true.

But I didn't know.

Chasing the "first love" that disappeared before you knew it, again.

"Oh, speaking of which. Isn't illumination amazing these days? CG? Is it?

"What's that?"

"Did that happen?

"Oh well, it was Christmas dinner time for you two, hmm..."

Don't be stubborn. Tell me.

"What kind?

"Another star in the sky? was so big that there and our city were connected by a bridge of light. It was so beautiful."

"Heh, that's amazing. Are we going to do it again tonight?"

"That's going to be more of a topic. But it looks like it. We'll see about it tonight."

"But we weren't all very responsive, so I guess we do it every night"

"I don't know."

- The view can only be seen in the eyes of the