Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

Yuyusa......

All of a sudden, I often hear the saying, 'There is no night without dawn'.

Bravely, that's a very good word.

When I say here, it looks good.

Words I'd like to use in the earthquake, about ranked in the top 5 (though it's a company courage selection).

Yusa yusa.

But I don't like this word, but I don't like it when I have the sensibilities of ordinary people who want to devour sleep.

This word is bound to come to an end one day with unpleasant things, and don't give up because good things happen!

I can feel the profound message.

but when I wake up and I'm often not moving my head, and I'm shallow thinking right now, I'm like, 'Good things will be over someday. I mean, get up' and it converts.

"Mr. Yashiro, Mr. Yashiro. Please wake up. It's morning."

Look, I came here while I was thinking about something.

There's a clergyman standing in the way of Nemli on my night!

"Uh-huh.... in five minutes"

"But you don't eat those hands anymore, do you? That's what you said. You didn't wake up until lunch yesterday!

Damn it, you learn.

...... you big titted sisters, you make progress everyday!?

"Wow, are you trying to say I'm an idiot who doesn't learn!? Instead of that, you're leaking your mind, Mr. Yashiro!

Is that it? Was it leaking again?

"If you rub my chest, I'll wake up."

Rub it, don't rub it, it looks like my thoughts are totally awake around making killing complaints that only benefit me no matter how I fall. But if you grind on the bed, you'll sleep right away.

"Become!? Oh, no, I'm cowardly!

Good, this will give you more sleep. Oh? My eyelids are heavy like good......

"But if you want Mr. Yashiro to wake up, you can't help it, right?... hey, just a rub!?

... Let's have a good dream...............

"I can't wake up!! What, what is it, Sole? Isn't that rude? It! This is not the occasion for you to dive into my chest!?

"Supi..."

Bump. Something, I felt like the rope was ripped off.

"... hmm. I get it. You got it, Mr. Yashiro. I didn't want to use it, but I couldn't help it."

"Supi..."

"Bye.... Shh... ahh! Marida, you can't change in here."

"Kitakoray!!

"No, you're really rude, Mr. Yashiro"

I kicked up the futon, but there's no sign of Mr. Marida there, just a giant titted Sister Bernadette with a weird cloth on her head and a complete body.

"I mean, is that you? Do you mean Mr. Bernadette, who serves God, destroys a man's dreams, de exterior?

"No, no, no! I won't wake up. It's Mr. Yashiro's fault! It's breakfast already!?

Yep. I guess I won't be able to sleep in a boulder twice anymore. I woke up to my body as well as my head. Mainly lower body.

"I don't know what else to do, get up"

That's how my day started.

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Three days had already passed since the raid of the seventh Duke, Umbra.

For those three days, when I said, I was crushing my time by doing part time imitations at the voice pavilion with a kitten stroke so I wouldn't run into you handsome people.

I'm tired of dealing with the old ladies who are to be burdened with the reconstruction work day after day, but other than that, they make me enjoy doing it.

"Oh boy! Still drinking?

"I've been drinking and hanging out since midday!

"Gahaha! I don't even know if I can work without drinking!

"So yesterday, you were about to get killed with a drunken momentum hugging Marida. If your old man was a few seconds late, I would have killed him.

"That's awesome!

Dahahahaha!

and I head to the kitchen to snatch an empty plate from the middle-aged jerks laughing luxuriously.

"Old man, order! Recommended fixed-meal serving eight!

Shit, there's no room.

The old man sighs in earnest and disgusting as he sautés his vegetables in a frying pan like a Chinese pan.

Doesn't sound like a happy scream when you're full.

Rather, it feels like the customer has been coming all day and his disgust is stinging.

Now I was out when I was at Bernadette.

After Bernadette woke me up, he had to report the upside of the incident, and now he's not here because he's dressed up for a nearby church.

"Where's Marida? I don't see him."

"Mr. Marida's out because I asked her to. I think he'll be home soon."

"I thought you had a low turnaround rate. Son of a bitch, don't do this to yourself!

"Don't worry, old man! My tension is about to climb an eel!

"I'm just anxious that you're going to get tense or something?

An old man who looks at me with his jito eyes while hanging a secret sauce on a fried vegetable.

With that said, does the old man know when I broke down and got high tension once? I guess that's trustworthy.

"Fair enough, this time it's okay! Looks like it's over while I'm saying"

"What? Hey Marida. Listen to this guy for a while... Ah?

The old man who rode himself out of the kitchen stopped moving. No, I stopped feeling pitched already. And at the end of the old man's gaze,

"Sounds a little small... is this a good idea?

Sailor clothes on top of the squirt, and Marida's figure in what she calls glasses.

"Uh-oh! You're the best, Marida."

Doggo!

"Bullshit!?

When I thought it was dark in front of me for a moment, I stuck myself in a middle-aged oyster's round table demanding booze while spinning a couple of times in the air.

"Dangerous boy! The liquor bottle will break!

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Let it go! I thought you'd crack my head!

I stick it from my head to the table like a dog shrine, and when I pull it out of the table and complain back at the upside down procedure, I don't know what got me in the bump, but the jerks laugh at the Guerraggera.

Yes, I thought it would break my head. My old man's fist hit my handsome face.

"Well.... what are you going to say, old man? You don't think he's gonna fight me again?

Flying the cancer with his hands squeaking, he comes out of the kitchen and throws the apron to the squirting sailor, Marida. It's cool, isn't it?

"I always thought you were a pervert, but you were more than I expected!

The old man comes near with his fingers squeaking, but looks like he's having some fun, huh?

"Old fool! It's my theory and the psychology of this world to say that women in this world are beautiful and should be adorably dressed! It's not an exaggeration to say it's a man's summation!

"Say so, but isn't Temehe's production just a push for his hobby!

"Ugh! You would look great and horny though!!

"Huh!"

"Poop! You're old enough to turn red like an apple -"

When I stirred up an old man who blushed and jammed words, my fist was blocking my words and hitting me directly in the face.

I don't remember much afterwards. If I had noticed, I would have drunk to get drunk laughing like an idiot with my worn out old man and the middle-aged jerks around me.

The next day, I got hungover.