On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons

Well, my father stabbed me with a nail, too, so let's be aware and observe your neighbor's attitude towards me well.

"Hello."

Try to greet me lovingly.

What I'm here for is a water storage tank on the side of the kitchen.

Since the shower rooms provided in public and private buildings give priority to women and children, most men do so to the extent of wiping their bodies with hot water.

There's no way there's enough gas water heaters to bribe nearly 200 people.

I have warm water in my tank about the height above my knees.

I use it to wipe my body by pumping water into a bucket that I use around three groups.

"Ah... hello"

"... Hi..."

Oops.

It's more blatant than I thought, huh?

The three middle-aged women in the kitchen all greeted each other with a slight retreat, laughing bitterly.

Me, you haven't noticed this before...

"Oh, can I have some hot water?

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead."

"Haha, thank you -"

It was a big white bear woman who returned my reply.

He is pulling and hanging as if the end of his mouth is pulled by an invisible thread.

It would be obvious if you noticed.

He obviously sees me as something he doesn't know.

That's right.

One day shopping mall. That's what the baby products store clerk looked like.

The worst looking high school student ever, who handled the flattering young maiden intact. Oh, your image sucks.

There's no reason to trust someone like that right away.

Rumors of no entity precede too much, and "Kaoruhei Wind", far from the original me, can already be done. It's with the Dragon Boat Festival Rising Koi.

The stories transmitted by people's mouths outweigh my actual speed of movement.

It was too late to hit my hand...

And if you'll excuse me...

Fill the bucket with hot water in a small pan in the tank, after the soot and the cooking area.

I was in the air with a curious gaze and fright. I lost my temper.

Shit. Things were going better than I imagined.

If we don't hit our hands as soon as possible, there can be rumors not only of me, but of the roots and leaves of the Aois.

"What do we do? What do we do?"

Squeaks bumps as he carries a bucket.

I've never cared before.

I was the only one who could do the real harm.

Whatever bad reviews might be made, they were deciding to ignore it.

I thought it was useless. He gave up that there was no way to apply his hand when the rumors arose.

But I can't just leave you alone this time.

Anyway, they're from around town.

People we must deal with more than we will live in this town in the future.

And long term. Maybe a lifetime of neighbors.

We bought a house in this town that wasn't cheap, so we're not going to get away with it.

"The wind? What's the matter with you? Look bright blue."

Kaoruhei-kun?

An unexpected encounter in the hallway was a large golden hairball.

It was also Gasario.

Next door, there is Kazuo Nishita, a little blonde boy who jerks off his gift and admires it.

"Help me, Gassara. Ooh! Machio-kun!

"Oh, whoa!?

"Hey, what!?

They're bullying me!

There's no malice on the bullying side, so there's no reason to beat him up and fix it!

You can fix this with some delightful magic equipment, Gassara. Ooh!

Tempered, I fell for Gasara, a gutsy, crude tundra beast, the epitome of a guy who doesn't seem to be fit to talk about that roughly.

Describing (Kakukakushikajika)

"Huh? You want to tell us?

"Oh, you know..."

"Please. Give me some wisdom."

Keep your eyes off me. Gassara is in trouble.

I get it.

Even if I get consulted in the same position, I'm sure it will be troubling.

But I can't think of anything that lacks the ability to relate, besides being aware of idiots.

My father tells me to think for myself, but I can't! I can't, Father!

Makio, on the other hand, seemed to have gained some excellence and was nodding small.

"Uh, that is. You're talking about how you want to make a better impression of the guy around you, right?

"Really?"

That's what I'm talking about.

"That's just great. We're talking fast."

"Stop that tone. I'll kick your ass."

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I was feeling agitated.

Why don't I rub it on your shoulder?

Oh, yeah. You promised to brush him off.

I'll take care of it. I'll make it fuzzy.

"I don't know what it is, but pull the hand you're putting before it."

"I'm sorry."

I'm on track.

"Um, any good ideas?

"Mmm. You mean you're in the same condition as me and everyone else at school, right?

That's the thing.

I scratched it and explained that if Gasara knew everything about the situation, it would have been helpful for Makio to understand that there was only fragmentary information.

Because I was lying low on dragon-related stories, I was worried that the explanation would be a little inadequate.

"No, what were you guys doing?

Treasure hunters should be sleeping in escort cars that stay on public and private property.

Mr. Seijitsu suggested that even the narrow grounds should not be filled with a lot of bitter types of hunters.

I don't think we need to be so concerned about this, but the scandal of the West Japan Treasure Hunter Association has brought too much attention to the evacuees.

I think it's tough.

So it can be unusual for Gassara to be in the facility.

Usually you're standing outside, escorting felling and crusading monsters.

"Oh, Machio brought me some rice."

"'Cause I happen to see you coming back."

Oh, I see.

Is that why you have a plate?

"The chicks and the other kids wanted to see you, too."

"Oh, no, you were here earlier to get Rouge. I'm totally the babysitter for the kids. My daughters seem to take care of me sometimes, so thank you."

Makio's sister, chick, goes to the same elementary school as Shohei.

It's because of the vast countryside. The school district is huge, far from us, but Makio and Nishita were actually neighbors.

Your parents also arrived at this shelter on the day of the incident, and now they're letting us hang out with their families.

"Fine, thank you. Because he thinks Kaoruhei and Shohei are heroes. It's good to see you."

Oh, no.

Was it the chick who helped me in the case where my notoriety spread?

Shohei didn't just protect me.

I don't know if that's what they say, but I can light it up a little.

"Kaoruhei's wife is impressed, isn't she?

"Oh, ma'am."

"No?

Yes, no.

Well, I can't tell you the details, but if it fits, then it fits.

From the mouth of Aoi himself I often say, 'I am the wife of the wind waiting house!' I hear, 'but when others tell me, my back itches.

"If he does, he's sticking it out, and he's pure. I'm pretty sure they like you."

"Um, so Kaoruhei, you think your evil impression comes from your relationship with your wife, right?

With a difficult face, Makio told him.

"What do you mean?

Good. I wasn't the only one who didn't know.

Apparently, Gassara has the same level of misconception as I do.

I'm glad you're not the only one stupid.

"Kaoruhei, you work with something too, don't you? I'm an apprentice, and there's a gap between appearances, so I don't think anybody's noticeable."

Well, there's no way a young man can skip a job at this difficult time.

Since Aoi and Shohei have stopped me from going out and working like my father, I try to take the initiative to help work in the facility.

There's a lot of hard work.

"Oh, if you're working on something tedious on this bad guy side, then don't stand out"

"What are you fighting about, hairball?"

Son of a bitch, tick people's complexes.

"Stop, stop! Don't fight!

Because this golden hairball!

"Calm down! In short, Kaoruhei said that your usual deeds are appreciated there themselves! Unexpectedly, I'm the one who talks about working!

That, really?

No, it's like Watanabe and this wife who gave him the laundry were talking like that.

"Well, then, what's wrong"

I didn't even fight, and I didn't do anything as bad as I looked.

The only thing that makes my bad rumors is this terrible face.

If that's really all you've got, you're stuffed.

It's dented.

"Maybe your attitude towards your wife......?

"To?"

No, I've never treated Aoi so badly, have I?

I even work hard every day, and I even respect his honesty and hiccups.

"... I'll tell you a little embarrassing. Is the couple communicating properly?

"Communicating? No, we talk normally."

If it's a conversation, there's a whole lot more to it than any other girl, rather it's as easy as talking and bouncing.

"No, no. Uh, look, I don't have any experience, so I can't go into details. Ki, kiss or something. Like a hug?"

"... Huh?

Him, you need it or that.

You mean show it to me?

Still a virgin to me, isn't that too much of a hurdle?

"Bubba, Bubba, you idiot!

No, no, wait, Kaoruhei!

Calm down. Clevers, huh?

Indeed, externally, Aoi gave birth to Jaja and Nana with a child with me.

If you deny it there, maybe it'll be more complicated than it is now.

Why do you live with other people's children and talk about you facing your father?

So when we look around, it's common sense for us to 'do it', and Makio thinks so now.

Oh, nasty here!

I kind of get it!

I mean, until now, I'm a terrible man who's been through all the enthusiasm from Aoi!

Stupid, feminine neglect. Even I can tell the clarity of Aoi's fondness for me and his attitude.

You mean the scumbags who only let their daughter-in-law work without even responding to it!

"Tsu, I mean Makio."

"Yeah. I think you should flirt with your wife a little more easily."

Seriously.

I think the difficulty jumped, huh?

"Huh? With Doyuko?

I wonder what it is.

I feel so grateful for this pure reaction of Gassara now.

I guess I'll have to try.