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

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'Cause! You promised!

In the small room, the voice of my young calling echoes.

I leave it to the exploding emotions. In front of me, I had a look at my mother, Shohei, with a fever and a gutter.

"I'm sorry Kaoruhei. Sho caught a cold, and the department store's next time, right?

The face of her mother who tells her so is also an unusual reddish expression.

I was having a seizure, and I was a kid in the first place, and there was no way I could have noticed the change in my mother's health, but I was sad and lonely that the promise of an outing I was looking forward to had been broken.

Disappointment, who failed to keep his promise, swirled into his chest in a young but strong rage, and his toothpick did not work.

'I promised you I'd go to the zoo last week! You didn't go!

"That was your father's sudden job..."

Looks really sorry, mother clouding her face.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and I remember vividly that one of the rooms in our apartment was dark in the yak even though it was noon.

"Yeah, hey, hey..."

"Shohei? You have a sore throat? Let's take a thermometer and take your medicine."

Shohei, whose consciousness is blurred by fever, coughs up.

I was crying and hugging my mother and grabbing those clothes desperately.

Naturally. If anyone gets sick, they want to be sweet on people. Besides, Shohei just went up to kindergarten then, so nothing's wrong.

But for me to have an eclampsia, I didn't care about such tricks asexually.

'... what the hell'

"Huh? Kaoruhei, did you say anything?

My mother asks me back as I stand up holding Shohei and take the thermometer out of Tans.

I didn't care what they asked me back to the habit of squealing in a small voice that I couldn't possibly hear.

"What the heck! My father and mother, Shohei, Shohei! You're always just Shohei! Shohei didn't go to the ocean for the summer vacation because she was going to be sick! I'll be home soon because Shohei's tired everywhere I go! What I'm talking about! You wouldn't listen to me at all!

"Kaoruhei..."

My mother's face was sadly distorted.

Look at that, it makes me sad too, but it didn't stop anymore.

It's only natural if you think about it calmly.

Shohei was born weak, because of changes in temperature and tiredness, he immediately caught a cold or fell asleep.

Even I fully understand that, and I would never normally have thought of that, and I wouldn't have told you.

Because my brother, who was born four apart, was very, very cute and I really liked the way he looked when he could walk, always following me around with a pinch of my clothes.

"To, I'm sorry...... uh, ho, ho!

Seeing Shohei apologizing weakly for his indifferent habit of opening his eyes properly, it seemed that his pity had increased even more.

I just think that such pity was a kid who really couldn't help but burn up my anger for losing his place.

"Kaoruhei, Kaoruhei is your brother, so just bear with me a little? Sho is hard, isn't it?

'Ugh...! Ugh...... ugh!

It was the answer I didn't want.

Maybe he just wanted a word of comfort.

That day, at that time, what the hell was different and what the hell didn't you care about?

Think back now, that's all I can remember at all.

Whether I repent or not, and even now, seven years later, I can't help but want to apologize to my mother.

If I had been a little smarter.

If I had been a little more honest.

A little more, if I had been calm.

"Oh, Mom, you hate me, don't you, Mom and Dad!? Because Shohei is more important! You always break your promise to me!

Such an irrevocable line, even when I died, I didn't put it in my mouth or anything.

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"Guh!"

withstand the constant blowing rain eating up your teeth.

It's been quite a while since the first round began.

Ever since I first paired my gloves, I've been beaten in the middle of the ring with no skill to exchange for Prince Atl's onslaught.

"Kaoruhei! Lower your guard!

My father's anger comes into my ear as I sew between successive hitting sounds.

Though over thick gloves, Prince Atl's fists, rolling out at an absurd speed, hurt quite a bit.

The stiffened arms and gloves in front of my face flirt to the left to the right, and if I get distracted, they're going to take it as it is.

What the hell, flying from the beginning like this?

"Humph!"

Prince Atl, dressed in a black tank top, strikes as he skillfully moves the bright white wings on his back.

That's why this fist weighs.

Besides the twisting and muscle strength of the body, the centrifugal force created by moving large wings comes straight onto the fist.

"Gu! Ngu!

Combination of right and left fists.

I stick out the right side of my body with that one-two rhythm gap.

Your posture is unstable. Besides, I'm not even used to gloves.

Still, with this muscle strength that I'm proud to be building up, I'm sure I can shake the Prince's body even if I can't do any damage.

But I can't do that.

"Humph!"

Not again!

That's really disturbing. These wings!

Not at all unexpected. And unplanned, you idiot!

My rolling right straight ends up underdeveloped blocked by the wings of the prince.

There's no way it can convey any power to an unsatisfactorily stretched arm, so weak that it's pushed back into its wings.

Here it is.

This is really wussy from earlier!

Even I don't keep my mouth shut just because I've been hit.

Even endure, endure, calmly find a gap, and you can do as much stinging and evil as you do now.

But it is known as "Every Thing," and it is prevented by its white wings, which symbolize Prince Atl, the Demon Nation.

At first I doubted my eyes, and convinced myself to say sooner or later.

Those wings aren't just for flying.

Just like our hands, our feet, our mouths and our noses for humans, for a prince who is a demon, he is on the extension of his body. Rather part of it.

If you want to move it, you can move it freely, and if you make use of it on an ad hoc basis, you can even use it for defense.

I thought I did.

I had no idea.

Speaking of wings, objects for flying in the sky.

It was tied to that kind of stereotype.

The rules restrict the use of magic, but not the use of wings connected as flesh.

Blind spot. I didn't have enough imagination.

I mean, in my imagination, the prince should have been flying on the ring shortly after the start.

It's so unexpected, they're screwing my nose out.

Kaoruhei! Get away from me once!

Take me back to my father's voice on the second, and backstep with all your strength on both legs.

The prince's right fist, which was approaching in a beating manner, cuts the sky.

A fist like a heavy blunt weapon ripped the wind, and I heard a heavy noise I didn't really want to hear.

"Huh... Huh..."

Shake your shoulders wide and desperately scratch and collect the oxygen you were lacking.

The mouthpiece in your mouth won't get in the way. It makes me want to spit it out accidentally because I can't swallow it well.

I've never used this before in a fight, so I'm not used to it at all.

Kitty here!

Was three minutes this long?!?

Physically, I feel like I've already been hit about enough!

But more than that. I feel uncomfortable.

The present situation, which has become a one-sided brawl, is accompanied by discomfort other than a mouthpiece in the mouth.

"It's the end of a round, yo!

Mr. Nanairo's shouts echo after the loud copper "Dora" sound.

Prince Attle, who was bending over to me to be fleshy, suddenly paused in a bent state and slowly turned to his corner as he wiped his arms of the sweat that seeped out when he corrected his posture.

There is a cayone figure by the corner that is obviously worried and cloudy in the face.

He had been refused without any servitude in an attempt to hand the towel in his hand to the prince.

"Hey! Come back soon Kaoruhei!

"Oh, wow."

I looked at the prince and Cayonne unexpectedly, and I returned to me with my father's voice.

Return to the corner as you take a big, deep breath on your shoulders to get your rough breath done.

"Oh, sit in the chair."

"Chicken, mummy, oh, yeah, I'm fine. haha."

My father was forced to sit in a pulled round chair, his hand stuck in his mouth and he took the mouthpiece forcefully, sticking a straw of a pet bottle with water into his mouth.

What is this familiar gesture? Huh?

"Drink for now. So, what do you say? You don't think so? Should I?

My father asks me if I was confused by a minor question.

Contains water in his mouth for now before returning a response, throats loudly and swallows.

Oh, delicious.

Vitality returns to a body that is starting to get tired.

Moisture also returns to my thirsty throat.

Contains lots of water again and washes mouth all over saliva.

My father, who guessed how it was going, prepared a bucket for me, and when I finished the bukbuk, he sputtered it out in the bucket with momentum.

So why are you so used to it, you?

"Puha! Ugh, yeah"

I finally give my back to Cornapost and nod back to my father's question.

The narrowed vision with the headgear is nasty and I shake my head.

I'm also kind of very concerned about heavier heads than usual.

"Yes, no, I don't know what the translation is. That's all they hit me with, and it doesn't ring a bell at all. Sometimes I thought it wasn't good, so why?

Yes, that's who the discomfort is.

Even with that onslaught that seemed one-sided, there was somehow room left for me.

Prince Atl's fist hasn't given me an effective hit yet, even though he does have one heavy shot at a time and that's going to be the end of the game if he gets a clean hit.

Shit, there are times when I think about it.

Even though I tried to get this to hurt, for some reason the prince's fist didn't poke through that gap.

"I don't know. Maybe 'it' is the prince's weakness. You take the lead next time. Maybe we'll figure something out."

"Oh, I don't care what you say."

"Just do it."

Well, we'll have to do it.

I wonder what it is.

Even if the duel begins and the prince and I actually cross my fists, I don't get any fighting spirit at all.

I'm not the only one.

Even from the relative Prince Atl in front of him, temper and hegemony are not conveyed at all.

It's kind of like we're hitting each other in the air.

It's like I'm making a ritual farce.

All I can tell at the moment is Prince Atl's definite strength and the consequences that do not match it.

That's the man who survived the selection of that crazy 'Me the Sea Dragon'.

Sharp eyed, don't miss my every step of the way, I always take the lead.

Damn, that's starting to sound a little unreasonable.

"Second, it's out, yo!

Mr. Nanairo, who is kind of twitching, stepped down against us and Prince Atl's camp.

Behind that, Gassara looks worried and looks at Mr. Nanairo, getting ready to sound the bronze.

Outside the ring, Mr. Seijitsu, as a timer, stared at Mr. Nanairo with his sleepy eyes.

Yeah, you're on guard because you're about to intrude.

"All right, this round goes gunning for now. Lost in experience and skill, but not so inferior in strength. Somehow the opponent kept attacking for a round. Well, if you're losing even in health, then feel good and shatter your balls."

"What is jade crushing..."

"If you look for another way to get back and forth to the Ball Continent, you'll find it, right? I don't feel too bad."

I don't care if they say so.

Where are those idiots who think they're gonna lose and try the game! How cool would it be to say that?

Mm-hmm. Moya.

"In the meantime, I'm gonna punch you"

"That's the intention. Look, mouthpiece."

"Am. Hitofu"

"Oh, come on"

I get the mouthpiece stuck in my mouth and get up from the round chair with my back slapped.

Turn your arms around and think a little.

That's right. I haven't hit a prince in the face yet.

Until yesterday, there was some frustration there, and I definitely thought it would dent that clear face.

"Ho!"

I can't speak well because of the mouthpiece, but I meant a word to keep me in the mood.

Seems like I've been getting stuck with ideas that aren't even like me because I've lost a lot lately.

I'm an idiot.

Fools are stupid, let's go straight.

For now.

Because I don't care about boxing or dueling anymore. That fucking prince, let's hit him.