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

While we've been drinking since the morning, it looks like the festival sights have been pushing over on Schenker Avenue.

Some uncles are already starting to drink, even though the music hasn't even started to sound yet.

The subtleties are whether the Turkiiba people were hungry for entertainment or whether their brothers' publicity went too well.

Iska came to greet her brother downstairs, and then all she had to do was get me and my older brother out and the three brothers lined up on the stand in front of headquarters.

You don't need it, my brother and I up there. Come on.

"Yikes! Three brothers!"

"Has Sawadi left school yet?

"Grandma, Sawadi became an aristocratic scholar."

"You were so small until the other day, your brother-in-law hit you in the butt and you were crying"

"That was ten years ago."

My brother called me, I have a lot of neighbors and people in my parents house in front of me and it's hard to do...

But my younger brother didn't seem to care about anything like that, and with his usual smile, he grabbed the microphone part of the broadcast demon and began to greet him well.

Good morning, gentlemen! Today has been a great festive day with sunny weather! It's a shallow festival of history, but please enjoy and return! So... cheers!

Ohh! and I've been gathered all morning for a drink. I get a reply from the boys.

No, it's only morning, no toast.

Regardless of the content, the music of the band began to coincide with the end of my brother's greeting, and the voice of the open-air clerks calling began to sound all over the street.

You can also hear the guests from above the five-story apartment, which is only two buildings complete.

This building, just a little lower than the main building of the Magic Instruction School, is familiar as a new landmark that you can see anywhere in Turkiiba...... yes.

I doubt a building that's just square and gray like this would be a landmark, but, well, I guess it just seems rare that it's tall in this world.

And in such an apartment, something seems to be opening the room and making it into a store.

A drape was put out on the outside, and a discount came out in front of the apartment as well.

What do you mean, "Northern Home Cooking"? I can't imagine, what the hell.

Even the potatoes are to be served?

Well, it's a good thing you're a merchant soul...

When I was thinking about it, I tried to send the people in front of you, and the woman with the face I saw approached me.

Wrinkles between eyebrows, a face somewhat similar to the head.

Soothing from the back of the store to the surface, such a big voice.

She was my older brother's daughter-in-law, Liza's stepsister, my eldest daughter.

"Amuta! How long are you gonna be over here? The store is open during the festival!

If someone who doesn't know our brother hears this, he might think he's a ghost wife.

It's just that my brother really can't help it, and my sister-in-law is a good guy.

"Ah, he's my wife..."

"Liza, sister-in-law, hiccup."

"Sawadi-kun, didn't this guy do anything extra?

"Ha, nothing"

"I'm going home!

The festival has just begun, but my older brother was taken home early by his sister-in-law, and the three Schenker brothers were quickly disbanded.

Well, it doesn't mean all three of them have any special effects.

Because when I get old and live separately, my brothers get to have a hard time getting together too... I guess I just feel a little lonely.

"Oh, then you're at my headquarters. Have fun today!

"Yeah, good luck with your brother"

The older brother followed by the younger brother also went, somewhat out of hand.

You either eat something for now, or you'll meet someone you know while you're looking.

A band of banjo-like instruments, guitars and percussion pounding iron laundry boards with all sorts of hardware on them walk through the festivities as soon as possible, listening to the band play a losing and bright song.

A street performer threw coins at him to juggle with a knife and chilled an unauthorized store selling accessories on a locally laid cloth.

As I listened to the bard tell me about the jilliness of the Western front while playing guitar between the stall and the stall, I noticed that the spectator was hitting on something that seemed somehow good, what was that?

Hi, looks like a crepe for sale in a stall right on the side.

Lots of equipment about to spill, and the contrast between yellow eggs and brown utensils is beautiful and looks delicious.

All right, I'll take that one, too.

That's how I approached Crepe's stall with a change ready to go, and I finally came across a facial acquaintance.

"Ah, dillen."

"Ah, good morning, master"

It was Dark-haired hard-worker, Gillen, in the management of the Schenker family, who walked in smoke.

I wave at her in a hurry to get rid of the cigarette, saying it's okay.

It's a festival because I have to be at work. Enjoy the liquor and cigarettes.

"I'm going to have a crepe now, and how about a dillen?

"Oh, excuse me..."

I pay the father of the crêpe shop for two, and while I wait, I talk to the public about that and this.

Ever since she was sold, I've never seen her seem free... but she seems to be particularly busy these days, and it's been a long time since we've seen each other face this way.

"Heh, I'm doing quality control on meat right now."

"Yeah, it's one cup this month, but Chicken says you're second best at Schenker right now, so it's no harm to be able to do anything..."

"Well, I guess in chicken terms, but if it's hard, why don't I tell you from me?

"No...... that's ok. I think it's time to make some money."

"Ah...... that"

Her eyes, motivated and saying so, were burning with melamera and ambition just like the chicken once was.

Chicken was easy-going, but what the hell would Gillen spend his earned money on?

Is he a man?

Well, what do you use it for? It's healthy for you to make your own money and use it yourself.

"Yes, wait, be careful because it's hot"

"Ah, guys."

"I'll have it."

The crepe wrapped in sweet and spicy sauce I received from my father at the store felt kind of overcooked... well, it's a festival stall, you know?

I'm just gonna clean up, break up with Dillen about going to HQ and walk away again.

Pass sideways the sunny-wearing girls making rows in front of the confectionery stalls making noise, leaving the shadowed part of the apartment early without the sun hitting it and a little cold.

In a place where so many stalls stood as to stand against each other, I stopped by my taco grill stall where some sort of recession-faced bird tribe was doing the store number and got a taco grill.

This isn't for me to eat, it's for the facade of the clinic that's hosting the boxing tournament.

Because it's boxing, you need a doctor for once.

There may be other children falling and rubbing, and the boxing reception area is supposed to be a rest and treatment center.

"Obnoxious, plug this in"

"Ah, your husband, good job"

"Good luck"

"Takoyaki"

I hear Osama, a former dark doctor, is going somewhere.

Only apprentice girls were here.

"How are the participants?

"I'm here quite a bit - I figured it was because I wanted a prize."

"Girls have been bringing boyfriends and daughters bringing fathers since just now."

"Kiri."

"My uncle from the store who really wants to put it in the store also participates in many inquiries about whether there is no sale as a product."

"Heh."

When I looked at the receptionist, there was a good crowd in front of the product I had prepared.

At the end of people's gaze there was a large egg-shaped object that was also as good as a person's head, and from then on there was bright and enjoyable music.

That's like the so-called demon-making Orgol.

It's an infinite demon that keeps playing recorded songs all the time, and it's what I've been digging out that I made in experiments and left alone at home all the time.

Originally, one of the major roles of the maker was to blow a message into the bird-shaped maker and use it for transmission, but that was just something that made that feature a little more powerful to make it move semi-permanently.

They only talked for a moment about whether it could be used for business deals, intelligence, etc., even in Wang Du, but it couldn't beat the existing method in terms of cost or user-friendliness, and perhaps it would be forgotten by now.

I wish I could at least rewrite the recording.

But even that seemed so precious to the people of town.

Various human dramas were played out in front of the prize.

"Nice, if this is at home...... hey?

"Ha, I'll sing you a better song"

"I like this......"

"Okay, I'm taking you to the opera for your birthday, right?

"Get out."

"Look, that tall building, it's gray. Like the color of your eyes."

"Get out."

"The sky is beautiful, you're blue. It's like the color of your underwear."

and a hydrogali young man who is being forced to prize by a young girl, desperately looking away and saying that and eating a flat-handed...

"I liked this song, Mom, always dance well when the streams show up at the tavern. Come on... let me hear it at the grave."

"Dad."

"Hey, Tocha."

"Dad is sick, don't exercise hard... from the doctor..."

"Dad's disease is a water bug!

"Tocha."

"I'm not here! Dad, the water bug hurts and I can't walk a step! Stay with me!

and his father, forced by his brothers who brought him, had hit a play and rolled around, and his sons had kicked him as he was...

"Hey, you, win a little. Come on, give me this. How long have you been married?

"Yep... you can't beat each other up, even your mother can't beat you"

"I didn't say anything bad about people! You don't have any special intentions!

"No! You should get your mother out with that punch!

And, a couple fights are breaking out, and things seem tough.

Nevertheless, not all men seem reluctant to participate, and some have arms wrapped around their motivated faces.

I thought you were just an adventurer, but surprisingly, you're going to have a lot of regular town people participating.

One woman appeared at such a boxing tournament reception, trying to break a crowd of people.

With a sabel at the waist, food in both hands, and sharp eyes, scaled potatoes.

He was the head of the adventurer clan Magical Schenker Group, Mench.

"I'm leaving, too. Opika, apply."

Mench, whose hands were blocked with food, laughed invincibly leaving the application to the goat tribe opica at the reception without even trying to take a pen.

Don't lay around...

"Yabe, you won't win if Mr. Mench comes out..."

"I feel some kind of stomachache, probably a stomachache, a stomachache"

Apparently there were also a few humans who were likely to stop appearing due to the advent of Mench.

Well, you know you don't have a winning eye.

Even I don't feel like I can win a fight with Mench.

How could something like this have happened in a previous life...

Oh, well, the class system... I totally lost sight of it, if there's any next time, I'll decide to introduce it.

When I was thinking about that, the mench who noticed me stopped by nearby.

"Good morning, sir"

"Oh, good morning"

Did you even use magic, the food in the stall that should have been in one cup of her arms had already been reduced enough to hold it with one hand?

"Are you coming out boxing? Thank you."

"Absolutely not, it is only natural for the Schenker to show his authority at the events of the Schenker family. I'll make sure to get that magic band and install it in the dining room at Schenker headquarters."

"Magic band? Nothing. If you want it, I'll make it..."

"No, it makes sense to win and get. Please feel free to see the production with your family, we will certainly try to decorate the victory"

Make a good force bubble with your left hand, a mench that beats Don and his chest with your right hand.

This guy ate up the food he was holding in a flash in the middle of the conversation right now...

It's also my idea to eat while I'm talking to people, but I don't know if I'd like to eat that early.

"Well, take it easy, 'cause you can lose nothing"

"Ha!"

He turned his heel back with a serious face and dropped her off at the nearby cheeseburger stall, and I headed towards the temple of the mole to see the festival for once.

For once, this is a festival dedicated to the god of moles, and this is not the way to make a foolish scene.

Close to a small company only named for its temple. There, Pickles, a centaur with the divine protection of a beautifully decorated mole, was celebrating with Munyamnya.

On the side, this one is also served by a bongo of ornamentally mysterious looking birds, tapping their little bells with tiny dicks as they celebrate.

I wonder if it was because at some point it had become a temple for adventurers, and a bunch of unexplained, murky adventurers were also joining hands behind a pickle.

"May he not die in the dungeon..."

"Marry, marry..."

"Hope things go well with Mr. Elaf..."

There are also wishes for troubled dada leaks, but I hope they come true.

Even in God's real world, they don't actually have anything to do with God fulfilling a human favor...

Still, people don't stop praying to God.

For better or worse, the world is irrational, and it's impossible to think that everything is your fault.

Even if you don't do anything for me, I guess it just helps to say that you can blame God for things (...).

For once... let me pray for the health of my family.

You noticed me hand in hand, Bongo waving his patties and feathers.

Still, the sound of the bell remains constant rhythm.

I nod slowly back to Bongo, throw change in the box in front of the temple and leave the scene.

Pickles are asthenic for what they are, so if you find out I'm watching you, you might forget your congratulations.

After that, I ate a pretentious potov directed by my sister-in-law Lina, with a slight taste of soy sauce.

With my brother downstairs and my father who came to see me, I enjoyed various ceremonies in front of a stage arranged in the middle of the street.

There were songs and dances by a group of friends of my brother, orchestra performances and plays by the will of the town, and imitations of celebrities in the town by even the unusual.

But that kind of fun time is not long away, and if you realize it, it's already evening.

Our daughter-in-law and our twin babies came along, and we were moving upstairs to Schenker headquarters, which is known as the VIP seat.

I'm in the middle of a festival crowd. I'll have trouble taking care of the twins.

Laura would be very satisfied if she wanted to see people beat up because this is where she can see the stage well for once.

Watching from the top as I gave up the twins, the ring was quickly made at Iska's behest and the lights burned...

The main event of the day, boxing, is ready.

"Gentlemen and ladies of the gathering! Old man to old man! Don't look at the weak heart! From here on out...... it's barbarian time ahhh!!

Our festival lover head, the announcement of the Roth of the Fishman, sounds from a broadcasting demon strewn out on Schenker Avenue...

At an unbeatable volume of that voice amplified by magical powers, the cheers of the spectators arrayed around the ring are returned.

Even though the athletes haven't even appeared yet, there's more than enough excitement on the ground.

"Ugh!

"I've been waiting for you -!

"Do it! Beat it!

"Menchi! I bet my rent this month.

"Father! Good luck!

Dressed cool with a silk black vest on a bright white dress shirt, Roth put his hand behind his ear and looked around the audience with a nigga nod.

'Well, let's just show the players their faces!

"Oops!

"Putten! Because I only bet my feelings -!

"Detailed explanation is after he wins once! First of all, everybody out!

"Oooh!

"Clear the way -!

"All players! Admit!!

Ugh! More and more force boasts gathered from all directions with the roar of climbing on the ring, and quickly the inside of the rope became a paradise for the inflexible man and woman.

"To the brave men who play the service match today! A big round of applause!!

Cheer, whistle and applause became a fussy noise to fill the street, and our son Noah began to cry pimpily.

Noah's sister Lax, on the other hand, doesn't move as if, gripping her shabby with a cheerful face.

Ma, well, women say they're strong...

"Oh, okay, maybe Noah has better ears than Lax."

Laura tells you to do whatever you want, let's apprentice.

"Okay! Let's do it -! Get off the stage, except for the players from WWI!

To the words of reality, the athletes descend from the ring as the waves pull.

Is it because there are so many adventurers, there's some sort of unity.

"Game one! Paul in East Town vs. Christoo in Nakacho!

I guess it's a roll progression because of the large number of people, Khan and Gong were rang without a handshake between the players, and suddenly the beating started.

"Whoa, here we go."

Laura says that with pleasure, but the twins hammer "abu" or "ha" or something.

It's not funny when it's after dinner, but so far it seems to be moving my body in a fun way.

"It's between townspeople, so it could be muddy and prolonged."

"Right......"

What a game we were watching as we talked was quickly settled.

A mustache old man whose body was devoured by a mustache old man who missed a guard passed the count of three while he was hovering around.

That's a short count.

Could boxing have been ten-count?

Well, even if it did, it's a later festival...... next year.

The game almost showed a winning look, and went on to be crisp for the price.

"Adventurer Petten vs. Johann in West Town!

My brother, who ate the straight face of our pig tribe Petten, fell and lost.

"Adventurer Agni vs. Adventurer Lissiwoo!

The old man and old man sank almost cross-counter at the same time, and the old man stood.

Honestly, I don't know which one.

I'm not really into punching around the end of a third game like that originally. I got tired of it early and was giving up the twins...

Only Laura looked interested in watching boxing forever.

Please don't tell me you're leaving next year.

'Come on, everyone's first game is over, and now the second game of the match, from here on in, you'll also be introduced to each player!

The lights burned at a desk near Pah Ring, illuminating my brother as he sat there and his aunt living in the neighborhood of headquarters.

"The introduction, the description will be given to Siciliki, the understudy of the Schenker Chamber of Commerce, and Sherry, your opinion number in Nakamachi!

"Sissy!

"Shelley! It's settled!

The two responded with a wave of cheer pouring from all over the street.

As much as I regret myself for not getting through this kind of thing, the venue is showing great excitement.

They're all betting more or less money, and they'll be the people you know, that's exciting.

'Then it is the entrance of the athlete! Adventurer! Atezano!

A brilliant adventurer of the Cat tribe entered with a high jump like jumping over a rope of rings.

Send throwing kisses in all directions and fan service is perfect.

Our brother and Mr. Shelley add an introduction to such Atezano.

"Uh, Mr. Atezano often drinks in West Town, surprisingly vulnerable to alcohol"

"It sounds like Atezano wanted to be a wizard when she was a kid, you know, swinging a stick-cut wand and screaming a spell she thought of herself."

"Ah!

Poor Atezano, exposed to embarrassing memories of his childhood, made a screaming cry and squatted with a bright red face.

Oh, don't bring me an aunt who's fine with that kind of exposure, what an awesome candidate...

"Another player is in!" Winzamoo in Nakamachi!

This one looks like an average person, the middle-aged Windsam slowly climbed up to the ring, forged and shaded into the muscles, showing off to the customers around him.

Some girls and some boys seem to be whispering, but what a painful sight.

"You're the husband of a bakery with good cheese steamed bread, you don't really come to the tavern"

"Only when you talk to an animal do you get a baby word. She's cute."

Mr. Windsam squatted without raising his voice.

Mr. Shelley's words are too damaging, and the bullet count is amazing because he's like the famous man at the Wellside Conference.

It's out of your hands now.

Whatever wounds an athlete may have inflicted on his heart, it's because of the one he brought in.

'Stand up both... Yikes! Stand up, stand up! Let the game begin!'

Khan and gong rang, and Atezano popped out in a yake-fucking mood.

Hit-and-away back in front so you can scratch it with your feet.

But Mr. Windham also judges at his leisure, twitching as he guards everything and hunting down his opponent as he ropes...

And beat a few heavy body blows into Atezano, who lost his way, to take the victory.

The audience boils down to the figure of a townsman who has normally beaten an adventurer who is a professional in violence.

"That's a good workout."

"Is that your uncle?

"Yeah. Work alone won't do that, it's a body that's intentionally loaded with workouts"

I wonder if it's a muscle tremania, the guard was good, but it didn't mean the punch was particularly sharp.

But after all...

"I should have asked Laura to explain today"

"Well, I guess that narrative would be nice too"

That said, Laura laughed so much fun as she stroked Lax's back.

The game went on and on after that, and the sky, which was bright red at sunset when it started, is now completely dark.

If you're aware, the final is already next.

I don't know if the three-count system was good, but there are no injuries that would make me unable to walk where I am now.

In the meantime, I'm relieved that there doesn't seem to be a problem.

Looks like there are a few guys who have been choosing their minds and can't walk on the table for a while.

"Final -! Marion vs. Adventurer Menchie in West Town!!

The audience seats were boiling, but at the same time even bewildered.

Because Marion, my mentee, was totally a dark hose.

"Athlete in! Nishimachi! Marion!

Whenever a smile was mottled to the man who slowly came up to the ring with Roth's voice, our brother began to add commentary with a rare and troubled face.

"Uh, I've been gathering information since the previous game when I couldn't provide any information, but Mr. Marion said he's with a member of the West Town woodworking factory, and he doesn't drink alcohol."

Shelley, who always has a mundane face, also talks with an indescribable look on her face.

"I asked the neighbor's wife once too, she wants to win this tournament and give her a prize. You're a loving wife. '

Because two of the informers didn't have any more information than a bad informer because they were too dark hose.

A fine mustache and a shining smile are trademarks when it comes to trademarks, but they are somewhat plain uncles.

Petten, who lost so little in the previous game, said, "To such a plain man!" I was about to regret it.

'Now, ask yourself what you think!

When Roth said that and pointed the microphone at him, Marion just said "but good luck......" as he quiddled.

Are you saying that today's prize was something that even those people would want?

If I commercialize it... no, can I sell something that I can't make other than mine?

"Next! Adventurer, it's Menchi's entrance!

Mench, dressed in turtleneck long sleeves to hide the scales, jumped to the ring with a frightening face full of energy.

The twins were so cool earlier, I was definitely crying when I saw that face.

"Uh, he often appears at a parchment tsuji tavern in Nakamachi. Surprisingly, you like rumors, and if you see a wallpaper, you can't help but read it '?

"She used to dress up for a pageant and go buy a nice guy."

The two commentaries, which seem to make sense and don't make any particular sense, are also over, and Roth points the microphone at Mench as well.

"Mench, what's your intent?

Mench gripped the microphone gaggedly and vigorously, starting to talk with the momentum just biting as it was.

"The Sleira family, my home, are here today to watch! This first battle is what we deserve to show Schenker's intentions! Young lady, princess! See how brave this mench is!

"Long"

Sorry, Mench, young lady and princess, I'm sleeping in a blast right now.

'So, finals, let's go ~! Matches...... Start!!

Khan and gong sound, Menchi and Marion stare at each other with a sharp gaze.

Earth Then it's super primitive boxing you can only see in about amateur fights, it's just a fight where everything shakes big and you can't use all your strength at any time, kicking and throwing.

Speaking of pure sounds good, but you can't call the audience very much for one match, it will definitely have resulted in a highly cluttered competition.

But there was only one of them fighting in another dimension.

"Whoa! Marion! Just like in the game earlier, avoid it! Avoid! Avoid!

Marion continues to avoid the punch of a mench that is likely to hear wind cuts.

A middle-aged man, a little hungry, was dancing magnificently over the ring.

He is desperately eager to take the opportunity as he twists his belly, tilts his face, turns his torso against his body, and turns on his glove and spreads a demon bullet that still puts him in danger of death.

If he could have used a kick, even one of the sticks, he would have been easily knocked out.

However, the constraint of only two fists (...) in this game was turning him into a beast against dragons.

Have you been able to read the rhythm, Marion's fist of counterattack penetrates Mench's belly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"No. Yeah. Huh!

In response to the cheer, Marion continues to add an accurate counterattack as he squeezes a punch of menthes.

"Marion!"

"Marrion!"

"Old man! Come on -!

The Russian venue heats up to the struggle of Mench, the obvious strong man, but the war situation doesn't move at all.

Marion's punch isn't working.

Scale people with scales all over their bodies are like naked and wearing armor.

No matter how many shots you get hit in the stomach or in the face, it's not the first time you take falling damage.

Even so, the punch rolled out of that arm force is just a blow special.

They are also known in some countries as Xiaolong people, not the ones who can defeat their bare hands one-on-one.

No matter how talented he blossomed, Marion's victory seemed hopeless.

But there was a possibility on the ring.

Even my father, who has never killed a demon... had the miracle of accomplishing it and becoming a star, fell asleep on the sports stage.

"You! Good luck!

The next moment I thought a woman's voice flew from somewhere, there was an electroluminescent fire right hook in Mench's jaw.

I can't see any movement happening, it was a ghostly hook.

The left straight of the same speed went into the same place as it was, and Mench collapsed off her knees and lay on the ground to cover her with Marion.

"To! Ichi! '

During the count, no one in the venue spoke up.

"Hey, you're serious! Wow! To the Scales! To Menchi! I won with my bare hands! Marion's! Marion's victory in West Town.

As soon as Roth was so twitchy, move! and enough cheer to accompany the pressure ran through the street.

It looks like Roth is saying something with Marion's hand, but I can't hear that either.

The explosion of the audience's emotions seemed to shake all the way to the building, as if even the bomb had exploded.

"Marley on! Marley on!"

"I'm impressed -!

"Menchi's sister! Are you all right?

It could be described as a dramatic victory.

Marion became the hero of Nakamachi overnight.

I was seriously surprised because I didn't think Mench would lose either.

Yeah, that's what some people do.

"Have you noticed? That man, he put four bullets in his jaw before his mench collapsed and fell."

"What, I didn't notice at all"

"It's too fast for normal human movement, maybe it's protective."

"What kind of protection is that?

"I don't know"

Could it be kangaroos or something?

As I gave up the twins, who began to cry in surprise at the sudden shouts, I was blurred to remember the appearance of a sachet in the world once.

It was the second mole festival that started with my brother's idea, but it was a good festival, where everyone who participated said, "It's good to do" with their mouths together.

Particularly pleased are the Schenker family's recently bought newcomers, whose eyes from the townspeople have changed slightly.

After all, our slaves are strangers who have been bought no matter how far they go.

I guess I always felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Regardless of the people involved from time to time, it's like the Schenkers themselves, the black ships made up of nobles, doing whatever they want with the money.

I wonder if it helped me earn some credit for the festivities I did there, funded by various stores at my brother Tste.

You can't help it, Turkiiba is rich but de country.

Because wheat is grown in more or less Wangdu, it's not the main point of the deal.

It's basically not a very open land pattern, is it?

In the future and for the benefit of our employees, if there are any events, we will actively send out money and people.

Normal people are invincible in the economy, but the world says if you buy the opposition of the city people, it can be directly linked to death.

Kuwabara Kuwabara, people are tough.

When I open the window in the room, I see the kids running down the road in front of the house.

"Me, Marrione!

"Punch punch!

"The bravery of this mench..."

"So abuta is a scaly but a fish!

"Nothing, sir!

Kids imitate everything right away.

He dropped off the children running away with his fists protruding and watched slowly the sky getting more and more stained with a cedar color.

The wind blows in, but it's not cold enough to pull the collar over.

Recently, warm days have become a mix even in the cold sometimes.

To Turkiiba, spring was approaching a little bit.