Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

A cloth was placed on a skeleton protruding heavenly high from all directions of the Magical Schenker Group headquarters, also named after it.

This simple arcade, made in that way a few days ago, takes hold even though it deflects the snow that keeps falling this day.

I know it's hard for the Birdman snowy feet to get up from the ground sometimes, but Manny played it, so you're okay, maybe.

Today is the wedding of our younger brother, Siciliki, and Schenker Avenue is rented out at vehicle traffic stop.

"Ha!

"Come on!

"Soyyah!"

In the square, where various offerings have been made since the morning, it now seems quite lively and good with a man-smelling creative dance performed by my brothers and sisters.

The bride and groom, who entered the venue by serpentine driving a purple eight-legged bicone at the beginning of the feast, are being poured alcohol by various people sitting in a chair on the stand.

Everyone seems to enjoy drinking free wine, eating free meals, and laughing at Guerraggera and enjoying their offerings.

I don't hate these cluttered and busy seats, but when I stand on the operational side, this is pretty hard.

"Dear Sawadi, the sieve stew is decreasing very quickly."

"Well, can't we call a couple of other stall guys who are open? There are as many ingredients as there are udons, so you can stand this number of people."

"Then I will."

"Is the booze okay?

"You have enough to take a bath."

Even now, a chicken in a pink open-back dress was coming to report that there was not enough meal to behave.

It's been like this since this morning, and it's full of unplanned trouble.

Of course, stew isn't the only meal I've prepared, my cook squad people have been cooking for hundreds of people all night since yesterday.

But that's gone in the morning...

From there until now, I was just focusing on stew as a dish that I could serve in quantities anyway.

Why aren't we cooking enough?

Too many people!

I originally had a bunch of only 50 of my brother's buddies, plus a total of about 150 Schenker relatives and neighbors...

People call people, and if you realize it, the street is full of people.

Probably more than 500 customers today at their leisure.

A lot of people don't know what kind of gathering it is anymore, so much so that when I give it away, I make it known it's our brother's wedding.

I was a little sweet watching Tolkiiba's winter fun.

If I knew this was coming, I'd have more properly prepared. - Of course!

Well, my brother said, "We've got plenty of customers! I said," You must be very happy. "

Please don't be too drunk and shame on me in front of my newlywed daughter-in-law...

"Hey, pour it on me too."

"No, about enough! About there! Daughter-in-law, it's bottomless. Come on."

It's not that bad. It's about today.

"You slept the other night."

"When do you say that in public?"

"Stay!

... Well, I can hear some fun talking from the couple's seats, and so far I guess it's going to be okay.

It's almost time for the creative dance, is my older brother Jerstan going to sing the song next?

I'll finish my meal in the meantime.

Iska, the tiger's sister, a candidate for managerial positions, came to my seat, thinking that she would float or not.

"Master Sawadi, did you not see Master Jerstan?

"Brother up there? No, I haven't seen it."

"I can't find it anywhere. Um, well, what do we do..."

Come on, don't tangle your tail and pull your arm because you're anxious.

I'll take a look around kyorokyoro too... but certainly not around the bride and groom's stand or around the announcement space delimited by the ropes on the ground.

"Iska-san! There he is. Yo! I was sleeping drunk.

I heard such a voice from afar wondering what I was going to do, and Iska flew away to you with a grace.

I can't help it.

I wave and call for chicken.

My older brother won't wake up when he goes to bed anyway, so let's have my father sing instead.

"What's wrong?

"My oldest brother who was going to sing next fell asleep, so I'm going to let my dad sing instead"

"Ha, but I was wondering if that would be difficult in that way..."

When the chicken pointed at him pointing fingers, there was a father lying on his back with a cup behind the bride and groom's seat, lying on his back.

Yesterday I was drinking late crying "the last one of the three brothers cleaned up"...... what shall I do?

"There is also the convenience of conversion...... Dear Sawadi, could you sing?

"What!? Me?"

"And with all these friends of the bride and groom, it's a little bit that nobody inside does anything..."

"No... that's right, but not a song, not some recent troupe story or something?

"That's pretty (...), no... I think I'll buy a little..."

The chicken also laughed bitterly.

Well, I know there's something called TPO.

It's like talking about a play in front of these IKEA PEARLY PEOPLE brothers and doing a seat of gossip with a bunch of football fans.

A bad song would still be forgiven, but a bottle of ale would fly if I did something I couldn't help.

Can't help it, it's for my brother.

"All right, let's go"

"Thank you, we'll be ready in a minute"

I pounded on the shoulder of the chicken and headed for the host.

"When will women be mountains, men rain, wheat bear fruit? Tears, shoulders hugs, walks to show. Couple trees lined. It's a gift from my brother, Sawadi Sleira, and the path of the couple is a tree-lined road."

The band's horn section blasts a full force intro along with the mouth of Magical Schenker Group managerial candidate Dillen, who serves as the MC progression.

The moment I finished blowing the intro I wanted and the sound broke off, I caaaaaaaaaaaa from an instrument like a cowbell with a stick! It sounds much more prestigious, followed by a moist stringed alpezio.

Nervously but firmly holding the loud magic prop, I began to sing like a whisper.

"Couple (meow) ooh cup ooh ooh ooh cracked......"

A music show would be one bell.

But my weirdly puffy singing was quite awkward for a drunk audience.

"Nice! Wizard!

"I'm standing on my little finger ~!

Yankee-like brothers and sisters flaunted me, I felt like I was doing a lot of songs... I ended up trying to get pulled by Iska and pulled into my seat.

It was the Marching Band's Schenker Music Team, the second gig of its kind today, that came out of line with me.

They were already the great stars of Turkiiba as they proceeded along the flower paths turned aside by security, carrying cheers that would undo the sound of the instrument.

I've been practicing on this street for over six months.

Anyway, I have a lot of fans and every member is individually named by the people in town.

My younger brother and sister-in-law (hey) are thrilled and are making a scene with their buddies on the stand.

Don't fall.

I can't do it because the most practiced Valkyrie rides these days are songs that deliver to senior aristocrats, but the repertoire of the musical team is quite something.

Some songs I didn't play in the morning, and the enthusiasm around me is so painful in my ears.

Whenever Leona, the conductor, throws a baton high in the sky, it comes from the audience. Ooh! and a whirling voice goes up.

You're a good customer of Nori, you've seen enough.

Is there anything wrong with having too much fun?

I just did a few songs and suddenly the snare drum performance started.

Five snare squads lined up all the way beside each other carve the beat, turn the solo, beat each other's drums, and juggle the stick as if it were one creature.

The audience's eyes are nailed.

"Cool ~!

"Cool ~"

My nearby mother and daughter are moving their hands up and down with their eyes sparkling.

Snare drums are the floral shape of the band.

A special guest came from behind the band while they were catching the attention of their guests like that.

Because it's a surprise, would you be happy?

The spectators who noticed the guest applauded, and the whirlpool of applause came closer and closer to the beginning.

The two yellow horns raised on purple body hair and the prestigious eight-legged, specially-manufactured bicone were the ones who broke the band's rows to represent themselves.

Chicken pulled my reins. On its back was my younger brother and his daughter-in-law, who are the stars of the day.

Setting them in the middle with their hands around them as they lit up, the band slowly begins to go down the street playing Mendelssohn's marriage march.

"Oh my goodness!

"Colored man!

"Pay your ass. Yikes!

From the five hundred gathered today, one word of blessing flies after another.

It would be my brother's virtue, for one thing, to have so many people together and everyone seems to enjoy it.

I'm sure he's a loser, but there were times when I was saved by that brother's ease.

You can't, damn it.

Even though it's a sunny stage for my important younger brother, I can't really see my brother's face being distorted even though I've come close.

Only cheer and applause truly tell me of my brother's existence.

But I'm a brother, because I'm that brother's brother.

Maybe my brother won't even see me. I kind of figured it out.