Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

10: 10 a.m.

I'm leaving my room for the hotel lobby.

"Whoa, it's late, what happened to Hiroya?

My father, who waited flutteringly on Robbie's couch, looks at this one on the same Buddha top and frowns.

"I don't think I'm feeling well. I can't do it today."

"Shit, it's sloppy. Hangover?"

My father pounds his tongue in a grumpy manner.

"Mm-hmm. It wasn't like that. But he looked pretty pale, and I can't seem to get out of bed."

I woke up in the morning and was surprised.

Because Kashiwaki is roaring with a blue face in the next bed. I was scared to say something bumpy like "I'm not the one" or "What was wrong with me" or "I want to die together".

"Shisha. Well, there's plenty of room on the schedule, and even though Hiroya's not here, I can't help it if I go to the motorcyclist. Do you want to gather information on motorcycles purchased in Italy today? Because Ome made it available online on my computer yesterday. If I have to go back to Japan anyway, it's just fine."

Originally, it seems that this purchase trip had the purpose of letting Kashiwagi go through the negotiation process of purchasing used motorcycles, so what matters is that Kashiwagi, who is not at the heart, is halved in meaning.

Besides, I wonder if the hotel here did its job yesterday when my father asked me to set it up because I can connect to the internet for free.

But then what am I supposed to do?

"How about Ome likes it today, too? You speak English, don't you? Take a sightseeing tour."

"... you will. But is your father okay on his own?

"Some of the hotel staff can speak Japanese, and Hiroya's in his room, right? If anything happens, I'll beat you up, so you'll be fine."

Hmm. Then shall I sweeten it to your words?

Even though I've been forced to stick to my dads' work, I knew it was a corner, so I toured.

Uh-huh, and then where shall we go?

I might be able to see the Buckingham Palace guard rotation ceremony now in time, but I'm talking about once every two days in the winter, and I wish I was doing it today.

And then I want to go to Westminster Palace, and I'm a little scared because there are rumors that there will be ghosts, though I'm interested in the Tower of London.

I would also like to go to the British Museum, but I wonder if it would be difficult in time for boulders. He said it would take two days just to see the permanent exhibit.

Break up with your father while you think of him as Allecore. First ask him about the Buckingham Palace alternation ceremony at the hotel counter.

Luckily, it seems that just today is the day the alternation ceremony takes place. Well, it's a 1/2 chance, so it's not convenience or anything.

Check the route from the hotel to Buckingham Palace on the map of the smartphone before going to the hotel parking lot and crossing the bike.

My first land, that's also familiar. I'm anxious to act alone in a foreign country, not in Japan, but London is said to be one of the most secure cities in the world. And the road runs on the same left side as Japan.

I'm not a kid on a boulder either, so I can handle one. Even the words are fine...... I'm a little bad at British English...

Yeah, I'm fine.

... For once, register for a shortcut to the phone app on your smartphone so that you can contact Kashiki immediately.

Buckingham Palace is only a ten-minute bike ride from the hotel.

They say the alternation ceremony for the guards starts at 11: 30, but it looks like a lot of tourists have already visited the sights.

The rotation ceremony for the horseback squad is preceded by a rotation ceremony at Horse Gards.

The alternation ceremony of the cavalry on horseback but the undisturbed march was tremendously spectacular.

Tourists pushed from all over the world, albeit in the winter, and their surroundings are rough, moving in front of the main entrance of Buckingham Palace so that they are pushed by the crowd as soon as the alternation ceremony is over.

It's a spot where you can watch guard shifting ceremonies, but there are too many people to see very much. So move in front of the Queen Victoria Monument across the road from the main entrance.

The information on the internet shows a slight difference between the high and low, so you think it's a good spot to see both the march and the alternation ceremony?

Speaking of British guards, I can imagine a bright red jacket on a mockingbird's hat. That seems to be only summer. Now in the middle of winter, the hat is replaced with a grey long coat as it is.

The alternation ceremony was neat, so I enjoyed watching some communal movements very much.

At the end of the alternation ceremony, move on to Westminster Temple next. Even so, motorcycles are only minutes away.

The admission fee is high (about 2700 yen per adult), so just look from the outside without going inside.

By the way, it seems that the chime scales used in Japanese schools and companies are based on "Westminster Bells" composed for this temple.

A huge stone cathedral not found in Japan is worth looking at.

There are many tourists around, and that's why there are so many couples.

There's only one me in there.

Lonely.

But I have a proper girlfriend in Japan, and I don't envy her!

I will definitely walk with you one day Qinghua!!

I'm just getting hungry while I'm doing that.

So once again, crossing the bike into the biggest food market in London called Rose Market, near the London Bridge (not the Tower Bridge).

Numerous stores where various ingredients are sold (stalls?) is a famous spot to connect houses.

So I hang plenty of raclette cheese on the oysters and take a takeaway of the grilled snacks and walk to a nearby park.

London is a big city, but there are parks dotted with trees and lawns everywhere. Eat sitting on the bench there.

Yeah, yummy.

When it comes to cold in February, it's not as cold as I thought.

There's sunshine, and if you're wearing a down jacket, it's not that bitter.

I'm afraid there aren't many vending machines unlike Japan. So I need to buy drinks before entering the park.

"Ahhh!!"

The moment I dumped the paper container I had finished eating in the trash, a loud voice rang from behind me.

Huh?! What?! Uh, shouldn't I have dumped you here?

Turning to the voice in a hurry, the girl with her hands on her hips a little further away, behind her back? Is that it?

'You shouldn't throw trash in places like that! You're an adult and you don't even know that!!

When the girl looks at those she points at, there are two men there and a pet bottle at their feet.

"Ahem? What the hell is this kid? '

One of the men stares at the girl with a giggle and roars in a low voice.

Ugh, this, I'm afraid.

It's definitely dangerous, Alley.

Violent signs and a little punk fashion.

If we meet in Japan, go around 50 meters away. I'm confident I'll turn right.

In front of such a man, the girl shouts out without fear.

'You have to throw the garbage in the trash! Didn't your mom teach you?!

Hey, hey, you, it's dangerous!

Let's look at people and say that!

"You're such a punk! Are you getting beat up? Oh? '

"Hih! Ouch!

A girl falls when a man smacks her shoulder in the yell.

Hih, cool!

Oh, my God, to the little one!

Though I do, my legs tremble, and my throat doesn't speak like it's frozen.

Pity.

Kashiwagi wouldn't hesitate to crack it, but I don't have that much strength. That's what I regret without interruption.

'Wow, you shouldn't do anything wrong! Because violence is what people suck at! Yes, it hurts! Get off me!!

To the girl who was obviously a teary-eyed, shivering voice, but still blamed the man, the man grabbed and pulled up the thing or the hair.

The other guy is laughing at Niyaniya instead of stopping it.

What a bunch of them.

But the girl stays like this.

"No, stop it!

I got a voice.

He answered. No, I'm out?

So, but I'm the one who sucks, right?

"Ahem? Is that Temehe? What, are you complaining about something? Ah? '

Keep grabbing the girl's hair. Now a man is coming at me.

I'm afraid, I want to run, but if I do, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

"Oh, get your hands off me! I don't know what you're going to do to a child."

It hurts when you hit me.

There's goth to see, there's two of them, and I'm used to it.

Sorry, Kiyohana, I might not be able to go back to Japan.

"Are you a foreigner? Don't talk too much! They're killing you?

Oh, no! Here he comes!

'Hey, get that hand off me because it's good! Or are you so retarded that you don't even understand the words?

My mouth, stop!

"Temee! Die!

The guy who let go of the girl's hair like he was throwing it off ran over at once, and shortly afterwards, a strong shock came to my belly and it blew me away.

Guh! Yes, pain, isn't it? Is that it?

I should have been kicked, but it doesn't hurt where I hit it. Or don't you even have dirt on your clothes? Huh?!

Oh, there's a mark on the ground when I was blown away. Is that it?

"Chip! Are you still doing this? If you want to die so badly, I'll kill you!!

Now a punch flies in my face.

Naturally, there's no way I can avoid performing arts and it makes me feel like a moron.

But it still doesn't hurt.

Impact, or the feeling of being pushed hard.

But even some cushion doesn't hurt as if it's pinched between them. The shock can only be tolerated if you can help it.

For a moment, I feel like the silver bangle you gave me at Haneda Airport saying 'amulet' or something, but maybe this is because of your mind, or the light's just reflecting, right?

Men's kicks and punches fly at me who haven't been able to get up since I was first blown away.

I was rounding up and defending my body at first, but I'm getting used to some shock being that I don't have that much pain at all.

I get up slowly even though I get beat up.

"What?! Hey, why? Doesn't it work?

"Shit, shit, what the fuck?"

The faces of the men I see again are full of amazement and I myself am confused by the situation I am in.

I mean, I don't even know what the hell's going on.

But this is your chance.

Slap the fist as much as you want in the face of a confused man.

I know myself that I'm as naughty and dressed as I want because I've never done any martial arts, but if I can frighten you, that's enough.

It looks like there's no damage to me, so in the meantime, let's take the girl and run.

I was thinking that way. It's me.

Doug!!

Along with the sound of the meat being beaten to something, the man who beat it blew it up and rolled it about five meters gobbly.

... Huh? What? What is it? Huh? Huh?

The rolling man has no sign of getting up with a pimple and cramps.

What do you mean? Did I unconsciously do Dempsey Roll or something?

"And, Temehe! He's not dead!!

For a moment, one man comes in with a knife roaring with one hand about where he got it out of.

Oh, I can't do this. I'm dead.

I sheltered my body with my arm, but not long before the knife stabbed me in the wrist?

What it conveyed was the feeling of being stuck with chopsticks over the blanket.

"Bye, monster, no, no!

... I ran away.

Uh... are you leaving your friend?

What am I supposed to do?

... Oh, yeah, girl!

Look around in a hurry.

There she is. The girl stares at this one as if it were a shaken off place.

He doesn't understand what happened. Me, too.

"Uh, you okay? Are you hurt?

Slowly approach the girl with a voice so as not to frighten her.

It's all right, isn't it? I'm not being seen by suspicious or perverted people, am I?

Even when I came right in front of the girl, she looked me in the face, but when I crouched to gaze, I shook my shoulders in a freak.

"Are you okay? Is there anything painful? Eh, no one's afraid anymore, so the... '

Speak with care to sound as gentle as possible.

My eyes met, and after a while, the girl's eyes filled with jittery tears, right after.

"Wow!

Hey, I cried!

What do you want me to do?

Confused me, now the girl clings to me disappointed.

I accidentally froze in Banzai position.

After a time that seems to last forever, I finally call out where the crying breaks off.

"Uh, what about your father or your mother? Are you close?

Seeing it, girls look like they're about the age of the junior year of elementary school.

If so, I would have lived nearby or thought my parents were with me.

"Higg... uh... my mom's at work... Maria's here for a little walk"

Uh-huh, what do I do?

I know you live nearby from the content of the words, but that's why you keep doing that. Bye, so what?

Though, there doesn't seem to be anything I can do, and should I just send it home for once?

Oh, the down jacket is deluded with tears and runny nose. If it dries, it looks like it will be crunchy.

'Well, I'll give you a ride home. Do you usually wait for your mom at home?

Is that what you want me to do, girl, Maria? shakes his head to ear.

"Mom, you're not home yet. Stay with me? It's cozy. '

... trouble.

No, it's not like I don't have time for anything, but it doesn't smell like crime when I'm Oriental to see you walk around with a blonde blue-eyed toddler?

But it also stings my conscience to let the girl go like this.

'No? Maria, shouldn't we be together?

'Yes, it's good. Well, why don't we just take a walk to the end of your mom's work? "

I can't!

You can't say no to a young girl if she tells you that!

Give up a lot and ask Maria where she wants to go.

'Uh, it's nearby, but I've never been in it. That's why I want to go to the Tower of London!

Seriously?

London is setting early in the day. You're already quite inclined for the day, and you want me to go to that world's most famous haunted mansion?

... Okay, so don't look at me like that.

We put the bike in a decent parking lot just in case, then we walked to the Tower of London with Maria holding hands properly.

What do I look like from around?

I hope they don't call me......

... Tower of London, I was scared.

'Cause Maria says there's a woman without a neck standing around, two boys running around and she's been pranking herself, too.

Maybe you're just making fun of me, but that's about Edward V and his brother, Lord Gloucester, Richard's brother, who died in solitary confinement by Ann Boulin and Richard III, who were executed for being wronged by Henry VIII, right?

I think I'm a little bit of a chick, huh?

After leaving the Tower of London with so much damage to our spirits, we finally head to the house where Maria lives.

Is Maria a famous local or was she called out in every store?

I see, as an exception, I seem to be walking around everywhere from time to time. I feel a little careless though.

"Maria!!

As I walked with my hands together, I heard a loud call from behind me.

"Mom!!

Turning around, Maria smiled with a full smile, she let go of my hand and jumped into the person she had been speaking to.

I saw that one, too. Uh, that? Mommy?

The person that Maria is trying so hard to talk about what happened today is its, like, nearly 190cm tall and disappointing physique.

He was a gutty man in a strangely exposed shirt in midwinter but perfect leather pants.

'Yes. Well done. But you can't do anything dangerous, can you?

'Yeah! I'm sorry, Mom!

Almost a mother and daughter conversation if only words.

I wish I could block my ears even though my one-sided voice is wild.

'Maria took care of you. Thank you so much!'

'Yes, no, it's not a big deal, so, uh, I should...'

Jiri.

"Oh, don't say that. Let me thank you."

Jiri.

"Oh, don't worry..."

Tingling.

I'm sorry about that. Damn, he's not a pretty guy. I want to entertain you plenty Wow '

Jiri, it is!

"Honestly, I'm fine! Goodbye!!

"Ah! Oh, my God!

Hino, they're coming after me!

Somebody help me!