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

My father's car is about to finish climbing a long ramp.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I took off my seat belt and checked the surrounding view.

"Is it good here?

My father asked me as I parked my car in a lot of space.

"Oh, it fits. Here."

I point in front of the car.

Beyond that stood a familiar man.

"Well done, sir! Gassara's friend Chi!

I shook my long color-removing hair as a boom, and Nanairo, my brothers and sisters in paradise, the beast man of the birds, welcomed us with his hands wide open.

"Thank you for today, Mr. Nanairo. What about Gassara and Mr. Seijitsu?

"I'm servicing the ring, yo! Because the ropes and we were strained appropriately, sir!

A night after Rouge's welcoming party, we're visiting a house just a short distance from our home.

In front of you is a run-down bungalow made of tongue.

This is what Gassara and the others use as a bunk, it seems to be the Ajito of the Paradise brothers and sisters.

Closer to the dilated fang rock "Kibayi" dungeon, the small high hill offers a glimpse of the changes in the forest around it.

Whatever happens from here, we'll be able to deal with it right away.

It's close to the public hall, which is a stuffing block for the treasure hunters, and I think it's in a good location.

I wish I had a car. Oh, my God. That long slope in front of you.

Almost at right angles!

"A duel, Te? I envy you, sir!

"No, I don't want to do anything else and I'm going to duel..."

"Sometimes we want to fight (or) each other against Bucky. Sa! My brother can hardly fight me, sir! Gasara's not enough. Shi, you can't beat your brother up!?"

Battle Junkie I'm scared.

It really helps that Mr. Seijitsu is holding the reins of this woman.

If I'd let Mr. Nanairo go wild, all the Yankee confessions in this town would be sent to the hospital by now. Danger. Danger.

"Nja! Are the rings ready for the back of Azito, La! We'll help you, too, sir!

That being said, Mr. Nanairo bypassed the bungalow and ran away.

He's a busy man.

"Kaoruhei-san, are those people really okay...?

Aoi came out of the back seat following me out of the car.

Aoi still has a little obsession with his paradise brothers and sisters, so I don't know what to worry about.

"I hope it's okay. Jaja and the others are leaving messages, and there's no problem, is there?

I'm not going to show you what I'm going to do. I want those twins to grow up as calm as possible.

"But I'm worried... Because Kaoruhei-kun is a strong fighter, he's a demon."

Three neighborhoods descend from the other door.

Sabu and Mikuma have been staying at our house since last night.

Saab, Rouge and Shohei leave a message with Jaja and Nana. Mikuma and Aoi of worry didn't hear me say they were going to accompany me.

If it were true, it would have been just me and my dad.

Honestly, I'm not that likely to win, and I didn't want to show anything unusual.

"Don't worry. Boxing rules and couriers for that matter."

I replied in an attempt to reassure the two non-floating faces.

Me and the Prince are blah, blah, amateurs, and I don't think I can follow the kitten because of how much boxing rules I applied.

It was Nanairo and Saijitsu who bought it there and came out.

If two of the industry's foremost prowess on top of professional treasure hunters are the seers, they'll be somewhat less worried.

These two would be good at it, and they're stronger than me at all.

If the prince is strong enough to exceed these two, it will be over in an instant. Then you won't have to worry about it.

"Still worried..." Me the Sea Dragon "is almost like a military man..."

"Hey, but I'm freaking out. I didn't think of it as a street fight ritual for three years."

As we found out from a study of our Brain, Sanku, the ritual of selection of "Me the Sea Dragon", which dates back to the Dylan Nation, was a spectacular thing.

Traditional ritual of the Dylan nation, held once every ten years. The main event of The Sea Dragon Festival.

The period is three years.

Battle Royale for anything except murder, multi-on-one, and weapon use.

Only boys over the age of ten can participate, regardless of their status, if they are willing to enter the war, and no one can stop them.

The place of the ritual is all over Dylan. Participants normally live with one gold bracelet on their right arm.

Wherever in the city, but even if it's bedtime or in the bathroom, the ritual begins once the participants discover each other. Anyone who renders his opponent incapable of combat by means that do not touch the aforementioned rules can be disqualified from his or her bracelet, which is a participant.

Repeat it over and over again.

Only those who have collected five bracelets by the end of the last six months will be eligible to compete in the main battle, which will begin with a festival to be held in the capital of the King of Dylan.

In the same way, the main battle, which used everything in the capital city, proceeded in the same format again, and the festival would not end until it was the last one.

It is too violent a ritual for anyone who becomes one of the brilliant last to be able to hold the honor of 'Me the Sea Dragon' for life.

That is, the title of the fierce man chosen over three years.

That's the honor of Atl Ketsa Koato Dylan, "Me the Sea Dragon".

"It's not normal to live with care every day and keep beating it."

"After careful examination, it was a rule with magic, and the prince won even though he couldn't use magic, didn't he? Could it be pretty strong?

Mikuma's right, maybe it doesn't have to be pretty strong.

The vibe of a fierce man used to fighting, which I felt to the prince before, is quite correct.

If I spent all my life fighting for three years, I'd be strong too.

Unlike me who stood around a city chimp opponent, every opponent the prince came to fight for is a warrior ready and purposeful.

Besides, when magic is available, it would be too rude to compare it to the Yankees there.

"If the boxing rules work well, maybe we'll win"

My father tells me as I get my stuff out of the trunk.

I wonder. I'm starting to feel like you're working against me.

"But well, I have to win"

It's really depressing, but there's a reason I can't beat it.

For Jaja and Nana's sake, we must definitely go to the Ball Continent. You don't have to win to get there, but the return plane, which is a reward for winning, is absolutely essential.

In view of our economic situation, I can't get a plane ticket upside down.

"Oh, you know. I can go if I have to. Kaoruhei-san didn't have to bother to do anything dangerous."

Aoi looked unfloated and gently touched my right arm.

"I guess I'm in trouble because I can't do that. It's gonna take a week for you to fly away, right? Even if we can go home faster, what about Jaja and Nana's breastfeeding in the meantime? Don't worry about it. Because I won't be impotent."

He was about to cry when I kind of left him alone, so I brutally stroked his head off.

Aoi's thin hair is going to feel good and sick.

"Ugh...... But I still don't like Kaoruhei-san getting hurt. Hey..."

Mm-hmm. I don't like that either.

"I say Kaoruhei-kun's unscrupulous...... Because you don't really trust me, do you?

Mikuma grabbed the opposite left arm.

"No, that's"

"When it comes to twins, they tend to be particularly impotent, don't they?

Him, I can't deny it.

As for this one, that rat is deliberately explaining the situation.

I guess it's very important to the twins that Alba, who always only tells them what's important, can tell them to leave a letter and come to the Ball Continent.

Then I want to do whatever I can.

"That's... I think so too... The most important thing is that Kaoruhei is next to Jaja and Nana, right?

"Am I right? The twins don't want to see their injured dads either."

Whoa.

It hurts a lot to worry about being exposed from both sides, huh?

I know. I know.

"You three, it's fine to flirt. Come on. It's time for you to help your dad, okay?

Oh, Dad, I forgot. I had all my stuff with me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Dear Father-in-law!

"Excuse me, I'll help you now!

Aoi and Mikuma rushed over to their father.

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Turning to the back of the bungalow in charge of the luggage, Gassara and Mr. Seijitsu in jerseys were rambling around on the ring.

"What are you doing?

Ask Mr. Nanairo, who is watching the game with his neck on the rope.

"It's the final check, Te. You can call us. You can start on your own, Te. Toe y"

Mr. Nanairo looks at Gasara and Mr. Seijitsu as he boots and points at his mouth Beak.

What's Gassara holding in her right hand, a knife? No, but it's something black. Oh, is it made of rubber?

As the cuckoo sole sounds rubbing against the mat of the ring, Mr. Seijitsu takes a light step and pokes, giggles and pays for a black knife.

By contrast, Mr. Seijitsu is barefoot with all his bare hands, and I can see Moro losing his hand even when he looks from the side. I only use one hand anyway.

"Sounds fun, Nah. Good Nah. Shall I intrude Nah"

Mr. Nanairo whines horrible things as he rocks the rope.

Please don't. If you break out, the ring you prepared will be broken.

"Ah."

I don't know if you heard such a scared whine about Mr. Nanairo, but it looks like you've settled for two people to ramble on the ring.

Mr. Seijitsu plays off Gassara's black knife, which he attacked in a detour, with a knife, and sticks it straight into each other.

The flow of that movement was so fast that it was almost over in an instant.

"Pull. Are you alarmed?

"Ugh. I'm sorry, brother..."

Is the blow to Mizo immobilized?

Gassara, moist all over her body with sweat, leaked her voice like a groan.

Even though Mr. Seijitsu is the same as Mossamosa all over his body, this one is not sweating one.

"Phew...... Yikes. Wow, to Arjito."

Oh, the catfish thing switched on.

Mr. Seijitsu takes a deep breath and turns to us.

As he approached the rope with Tokotoko on his lovely steps, he slowly dived under it and descended.

Gassara is in a rough breath in the middle of the ring and crowded. I guess they did pretty good.

As I found out in a month at the shelter, this frustratingly slow, tender-looking voice speaks what Seijitsu is.

Suddenly it will be quicker and sharper when you get serious or need it.

The signal of change is eye-catching.

Normally I have a sleepy eye that is suspicious whether it is open or not, and I have a crushed eye "Manako" that reminds me of a small animal, but it makes me as dangerous as someone else.

Then the motion was sharp as if it were a breeze, not very good for me, but I couldn't catch it.

"Oh, thank you for today. Best regards,"

It kind of becomes a natural tribute to this guy and Mr. Nanairo.

Sometimes Mr. Nanairo is simply scared, but Mr. Seijitsu simply respects him because of the work he saw during the Tooth Rock incident and its strength.

I can only praise the treasure hunters with lots of roughnecks for viscidly leading them and their arms wielded in the field are just A-level hunters.

At that time, I was confused by the gap between Saijitsu and the usual Saijitsu.

I don't know if he's really alive when he's not doing anything, because he doesn't even move so suspiciously.

"Oh, I'll take care of you. I'm sorry."

My father handed Mr. Seijitsu a plastic bag in his right hand.

"Have a barbecue at my house yesterday. I'm sorry about the rest of it, but I plugged in the meat and vegetables. Eat early."

My father and Mr. Seijitsu were very close in their lives at the shelter.

One or the evacuee's best working head in the fathers. A compiler of one or the treasure hunters.

They had a lot of opportunities to talk.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

"Meat! Yay, sir!

Mr. Nanairo delighted to block Mr. Seijitsu's words and take the bag.

No, don't take it away from me. You'll definitely get mad at me later.

"Gassar, are you alive?"

"Shut up, you idiot...... hi, hi"

Isn't it a little too moist for that hyena "Takeshi"? How adorable they were.

Normally, Fluffy's prized charm points have no shadow to see now.

Hello.

"Nice to meet you..."

Aoi and Mikuma greeted each other small behind.

Oh, well, isn't Mikuma the first person to meet you?

Something's keeping us both at a certain distance and not trying to get close.

No, these two, they were originally the type to get to know each other, and not to mention Aoi anymore.

"Nice to meet you, sir! Is that it? The little ones aren't here today, no?

"Oh, I'm letting you leave a message. Look, I'm gonna hit you once and for all."

"Hmm. Neither does that, sir! That strong sister Mo?

"Yes, Rouge is also leaving a message"

I can't let you leave a message without Rouge.

By the way, Mr. Nanairo doesn't know that Aoi, Rouge, and the twins say they're dragons.

Gasara said, 'Sister, you better not say it because you talk about things without thinking deeply. Well, I don't think so, just in case,' he's only explaining the situation to Mr. Seijitsu and not telling Mr. Nanairo.

Still, the muscled battlejunkie Nanairo seems to have guessed the strength of Rouge and Aoi in that wild conjecture, which we both actually like. I'm really scared of this guy.

"Damn it! Too bad, sir!

Not too bad at all, though?

If there was a gap, you were gonna fight and sell it. This guy.

"Wind, we have a little bit to go. You can use Ajito to warm yourself up. Because we have all kinds of equipment."

Lifting its large body like it was heavy, Gassara pointed to Tongue's bungalow.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm gonna get dressed."

"I think I'm exercising a little too. I haven't had enough exercise lately. Do you mind?

No, my dad brought you dressed too.

"Oh, come on."

"Whatever, we're dealing with it. Yikes!? Odysan looks pretty strong too, yo!

Mr. Nanairo stuffed his father with sparkling eyes.

"Ha, stop it. There's no way an old man can beat a young kid, is there?

Do you?

I don't know, but I think my father would like to go to a good line, but is this inside me?

"Too bad, yo! Oh, Ro? There's a car noise, sir."

Hmm? I don't hear anything, though?

Even if you try to clear your ears, all you can hear is the sound of birds coming from the woods around you and the chirping cicadas chorusing loudly.

"My sister's ears are abnormal. The princes are here, aren't they?

Gassara, who deposited her body on the top rope of the ring, answered me.

What kind of hearing do you hear when you hear cars distant from this noise?

"Oh, really. It's a car noise."

Aoi put his hand on his right ear and closed his eyes.

Why can't you hear me?

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"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry to keep you waiting"

"Hello!!"

Cayone and Utah were the first to emerge from the limo door.

Cayone bows her head with her legs respectfully aligned, and Utai greets her with her right hand in a big voice in vain.

A large number of birds fly in unison from the surrounding woods, and Utah's voice "sticks" in the far other sky.

Don't even bother with wild birds.

"Good health, sir! Those little boobs ha!

"Yes, I'm fine! Nice to meet you, Bird Beast Man sister! I say Utai Ketsa Inteira!!"

"We're Nanairo O'O'Hassi, yo!

"Wow! Beautiful feathers! Nice!"

"Oh!? I'm so glad you said it! I know, sir!

Yabeye.

The combination of Nanairo, who is originally light and chatty with Nori, and Utai, whose energy chunks continue to explode, is louder than you can imagine.

He seems kind of intentional, so let's just stay away.

The tympanic membrane over here can't be torn.

"... Hmm. It's a dirty little place."

"Oh, Prince."

Raise your right hand and say hello to Prince Atl as he descends from the limo with a grumpy face as he says the most rude things about the opening.

"Don't say hello familiarly. We're going to beat the shit out of each other, right?

Well, if you ask me, so is that. If it's not to say or kill, it's not to say I hate you.

It's just a little annoying. It would be okay to say hello.

"Cayone. Utah. I'll get dressed. Where's the luggage? Where to get dressed."

"Wait, Your Highness. I'd like to thank the treasure hunters who offered me the place first."

"Your Highness! Wait!

Cayone and Utai chase the prince, who arms up and heads to Stasta and Tongan Heijia.

Wow, I'm on my own.

"Kaoruhei, you need to get dressed and put it up. Don't be too flexible."

Oops. Copy that.

My father rushed me to the bungalow. My dad should do a second. The trainer's standing position, so to speak. You should follow the instructions.

I kind of don't feel the vibe of a duel coming up at all. I wonder why.

From now on, me and the prince are supposed to bump each other out until one of us admits to losing, but there's no such thing as nervousness.

Kaoruhei-san, I'm getting dressed.

"We'll wait here, won't we?

"Oh, Thankyou"

He received his backpack from Aoi in front of the door of the flat house and dived the door as he was dropped off by Miyama.

It's a big room with a cluttered sofa and TV and not too pretty.

There are four doors lined up in the back, and apparently this is the living room.

"Whoa, you get dressed in my room. The room is ground-footed. Don't touch the extra mon. Because I have expensive magic equipment and stuff. The prince took you to your brother's room first."

"Oh, thanks."

Point to the door at the right end of the door where there are four gasaras still moist with sweat.

"The game starts in an hour. I'll call you Me and my sister. Until then, do whatever you want. I'm gonna take a bath."

"Okay."

Bath, huh?

What will happen if I bathe in the water, the amount of that hair that he has?

Other than that, if I had a thin body, I'd be a big coward. No, no, he was a power type, too.

Work out. Yeah, and muscle mole, as it looks?

Open the door thinking about such a crap.

Come on, we've got to motivate, lift or something by the start of the game.