Manowa

◎ Yubihama-style room

"Hmm. Oh, it's morning?

A bowflower who felt the morning sun glare blocks his own eyes with his own hands.

Soon he realized he was asleep, and then he saw his best friend asleep in bed. The wind sounded pale no longer, which would not be perfect, but its tiredness seemed to be taking off as well.

And now it will be the day after I return to my original world.

The bowflowers were taking the fallen wind noise to Yubihama House with their wind noise parents, and then resting the wind noise in their beds.

"You're not going to wake up yet. Well, it's been hard lately, so I can't help it."

Bowflower mouths like that as she yawns.

In fact, he tells Qin Tong that Bowflower is the parent of the wind noise about some situation last night. But it was unclear how much was passed on to them that their daughter, who was supposed to have died, was alive and was filled with a lot more with falling in front of them. In the first place, Bowflower himself has little idea of what's going on.

Whatever the wind sounded like, Bowflower undertook to see it, and other faces, including the wind sounding parents, should now be resting in separate rooms.

"My uncle and aunt said we'd see it together... well just in case"

Naturally, Naoto and the harp sounds hoped to remain on this occasion. But if I fell asleep and called Yucconeer, beamed out of my eyes, or dragonized, it would be very troublesome for both of us, so Bowflower was persuading me to say no to that.

Then when I tried to gaze at the clock as to what time the bowflower would be, I noticed the wind noise opening its thin eyes and watching. And then the bowflower said, "Ah, wind noise." Oh, "he said, hanging on to his morning greeting, and the wind sounded like" buffoon. "

"Hey, what all of a sudden?"

Even in front of a bowflower with an astonishing face, the laughter of the wind does not stop. Also, that gaze was somehow concentrated between the brows of the bowflower.

"Yu, bowflower. Morning. No, haha. Stay away from me, that face. Hey, all of a sudden, it's too impactful"

"What the hell. You're being too rude, you."

When the bowflower was angry with her blues raised, she heard the doorbell and stairs rising from outside the room, and the sound of the harp opened the door for a long time to come in.

"Wind noise, did you wake up? Buhoo."

"You're up. The wind sounds..."

And they were both blowing out when they saw the bow flower with the wind noise. That's the parent and the child. Then the bow flower doesn't translate "???? He looked," but looked at his face in the mirror placed in the room and said, "Ah."

"My eyebrows are connected. I mean, it says black between your eyebrows. What the hell is this? When?"

"No. When I woke up, there was magic on my desk, right? Besides, my best friend, who's asleep in front of me, was rolling. Then you'll write. Normal."

"I won't write it. It's stupid, you."

That bowflower pointer is correct. The child is an idiot.

It should be noted that the wind noise that made my love for my best friend impatient was an act I did to contain my embarrassment, and it didn't even sound like a very good story when it came to the price of my love.

And the sound of the wind fell fist bones on its head.

◎ Yubihama Living Room

"... it hurts"

"I don't know why I'm doing this anymore."

"I'm sorry about my daughter. Bow Flower."

"Oh, I miss you. I miss it... but no growth"

A wind noise holding down the bowflower and head tankob that is grinding between the eyebrows and dropping oily magic with the hand cream I got from the harp noise, my parents going into Yubihama family's living room with an indescribable face behind them. I'm no longer in the mood to sleep again, so for one thing, we all decided to get together in the living room.

"Hmm. Are you awake?"

"Mother!

And it was King Carla and Tatsuo who were in the living room.

I held Tatsuo, who jumped into the chest of the wind sound with momentum, and the wind sound said, "Okay, okay," but then I noticed it and saw the harp sound for a long time.

"Eh. Father, Mother... that son... is a tatsuo of?

That said, the wind sounded like a tattoo, and the tattoo sounded wacky. But my parents reacted differently than expected by the wind noise.

"Yeah. I'm listening. From Bowflower."

"And how I was born. My daughter introduces me to her grandson, who remains pure blood. I've never been happier as a parent."

Bow flowers pull a little on the immediate expression but nod at the wind sound. Bowflower introduced Tatsuo to his wind-sounding parents in advance. That was because Naoki's archetype, Naoki, found it troublesome to give a poor explanation just before.

In fact, he looked like his soul had fallen out after listening to him for a long time, but the crisis had escaped by subtly explaining that the wind sounds were the bukkake one before anger ignited all at once. I snorted for a long time that it would be better if I were a bukkake. That's Naoki's parent.

Then the wind sounds turned to King Carla when he deposited the tatsuo in the harp noise, which looked like he couldn't help but want to set the tatsuo up. King Carla now seemed to be encouraging to read, and the book said Hot Springs Expedition.

"Uh, are you reading a hot springs book?

"Oh, it's something I borrowed from your mother. It's an investigation of where to start. That's pretty interesting."

Apparently King Carla wanted to tour the hot springs.

It should be noted that King Carla was originally planted in Japanese when viewing the dungeon manual, so he could speak Japanese and read the letters.

"I don't know where to start... you can't leave me now"

"I know. I just have to go with you. It's a pain in the ass."

King Carla sighs, but it's a story that will continue to accompany him more than he is receiving magic from the wind. Anyway, it seems that already in King Carla it was a matter of decision. I open my mouth with the wind noise whispering my eyebrows at that unchanging attitude.

"Ha... well, if you hit my hand in the neighborhood, I'll go out with you. If you set up a beacon for the transfer coordinates, you'll be able to go on a day trip, and then you can go alone."

King Carla pounded his hand at the suggestion of wind noise and said, "I see. Is there a way to do that," he nodded. And I've been pinching my mouth with a grumpy face for a long time watching how it went.

"Wait. Wind noise. You, are you going to the hot springs with that man?

That said, I stared at King Carla for a long time.

There you are, a skinhead beauty foreigner. The visual also had an unexpected echo of his wife, the harp noise, which was also a story he didn't like for a long time. It should also be noted that, as can be seen from the fact that I became my husband for such a long time that I grew up with a basically handsome Naoki as it was, the harp sounds are quite a delicacy similar to bowflowers.

"By and large, what does that guy have to do with the sound of the wind?

Immediately after I was kicked, I asked my daughter. I had heard straight away that we were traveling in another world together, but only King Carla realized that he seemed different from the rest of us. Then, to his father's inquiry, the wind sounds thought a little and opened his teasing mouth.

"Uh, just a tenth feels like me (a servant)?

"No, the loser only follows the winner. So I don't mind you judging me (the servant) the remaining nine-tenths. Eliza and Laurent are with you. I'll go down to your military gates."

Put your arms together and "um," King Carla nods. He was a great ten percent of me. Needless to say, I was even more perplexed by the "whatever that means" immediately after seeing that exchange, but it means as it is.

Then when Bowflower woke up his sleeping companions in another room, it was finally a discussion with his parents.

I've only heard brief stories from bowflowers for a long time now, as well as harp sounds. More than that, I decided after the wind sounded.

And Naoku and the sound of the harp was also a delightful story in itself that my daughter lived in tears. I felt that the hole in my chest that had been pockingly empty had been filled. But it was also natural for the two of them to want to hear an explanation of why the wind sounds were alive, what they had been doing and how they had returned.

"Yes, souvenirs"

"Thank you politely for this. Mm, what is this?

A wind noise placed the pom pom pom and the three boxes on the table, and received the harp noise for a short time, but they looked surprised when they saw what was painted on the box.

It's a bun.

A wind noise normally returns the answer to the confused parents. The wind noise was handed to a pack of specialty hot spring buns from Kazane Magic Hot Springs Street, a pack of hot spring buns from Kazane Dinosaur Hot Springs and a pack of hot spring buns that were to be served at the general opening of carbonated hot springs dug in the city of Gordios. In addition, the packed boxes were applied with the coating of "Golem Maker" to paste photographs taken with previous magic guidance cameras.

My parents were complaining about how well I did it. I was shown the tatsuo and some fantasy elements and managed to keep them, the perception that my daughters had returned from different worlds was about to be broken.

"Or wind noise. According to what we were hearing... you know, being in a very fantastic world or something."

"Hot spring buns and prints like this."

"Good luck with that."

The wind sounds say with a doya face.

I tried really hard. The hot spring buns in the box are a specialty made of carefully selected ingredients and the quality of their flavour is royalty class. Furthermore, the design of the box is not too skewed, and the wind sounds have successfully arranged the photos themselves, making it possible for professional DTP designers to lose face.

If it weren't for the wind noises in the photo, it would have been a substitute for people who thought they had bought it at Tokyo Station or somewhere. Then Naoku groaned one of the boxes bossy to his hand.

"... there's Naoki too."

Naoki had heard Naoki was already alive.

As I was hearing about four years having passed somehow, what's pictured there is what a grown son looks like. But that grown son, obviously, looked at his sister with a craving face. He was a face that knew exactly what he was thinking.

How did this happen when it was born beautifully? Even though I had to be impressed with being alive... my parents looked sad and looked at Sole and sighed. A wind noise that mistakenly made the mistake of not being able to see his son opens his mouth to comfort them both.

"Naoki, too. I'm doing fine over there. The eyes that look at a girl more than before, the eyes that look at me were making me sick, but I'm fine."

"... well. Is it disgusting? I guess."

He watched as the harp sounded carefree as he lay on his face and shook for a long time. The wind sounded wrong that it was the diagram of the parents guiding their son through it, but there was no way I realised that I was just grinding that I should finish off my son who I thought was dead with my own hands...

"I'm a little worried, but I think I'll be fine because I have someone I can trust. Hey, bowflower."

In the words of the wind noise, the bowflower that was beside me said, "Yeah. You have a master," he returns. Now that I can't reach the email, there's no way the wind noises can figure out what's going on over there. But as long as Jinlai was here, we both had the trust that it would be okay.

Then the wind sounds begin to tell parents memories of previous journeys. From where I first encountered the bowflower… it was a long, long story, spanning a year and a half.