Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

"Today I'm going to teach you about start-up sculpture."

"Start-up carving? is it"

Today and today is the guide to the flower queen.

Now, before noon, my concentration is strangely increased because of my hunger.

"It's one of the manifolds. There's a lot going on in the manifold, but do you know the moves they call 'heart'?

"Shit, heart!?

"Correctly, I say 'mind-neutral'... There were six of them, vows, claws, haircuts, tattoos, fingers, and meat piercings."

"Heart" is a word that originally reads "Shinchu" and means "conscience of decency, makoro," but it turns out to mean "being courteous toward others," so it becomes "heart neutral" (Shinchu), especially when men and women defend their love through, and love between men and women.

It is also said that the acts of cutting hair, cutting fingers and nails, exchanging vows, etc. have also become the constant testimony of the love of the man and woman of love, and that the ultimate form refers to the relative death (aiota) of the man and woman of love.

"A lot of playmen used to do relative death, which became a problem within Yoshihara"

"Shh... you're going to die..."

"It was really sad."

"Pledge" is also called an "initiation statement," he says, plainly speaking, it feels like a "blood contract". What it says is, "I don't cheat, I betray you." And they use the blood of their fingers as a sign of their covenant to push "blood judgment" on the paper.

It's like a ritual of darkness.

"Claw release" is also referred to as "claw stamp", and he said that he showed sincerity by handing his claws out to the customer.... I don't know, man.

A haircut is given to a woman with a haircut indicating no other intention.

Tattoos are also referred to as "Isai Melo" and "Start-up Carving", carving the name of the guest woman. For example, in the case of "Snow Field", the letters "Yuki's Life" and "Life" may be added to the name. They say this means I think it's as far as life goes.

If it's a "bridge," it says "life today," if it's "fresh water," it says "life today," sometimes a single word of your last name, a single word of your name carved into your upper arm. I stab the place with a bundle of needles and ink it as I wrote at the same time, but it seems that few people really put it in, and a lot of people show a fake that almost just wrote their name on their arms with a brush.

The cutting finger "cutting finger" shall be cut off the fingertip of the hand.

Piercing meat, be it arms or legs, shall pierce the meat through the blade of the knife.... I don't know wacky anymore. It hurts anyway. Various.

"Would you like to give it a try? Me and my heart."

"Ah... yes!?

Laughing, and telling these lights, 'Let's do it in our hearts!' This is the first time I've been invited.

Besides, I'm just horrified that the contents of my heart are content.

"Haha, I wouldn't cut my fingers, cut my hair, peel my nails off."

"Bye."

"With a brush. Shall we write each other's names on our bodies?"

Apparently they do the least life-saving tattoo. Good. I peel my nails off, and I'm confident I'll go nuts on the day they say what.... I wonder if it's not for me playman. No, there can be the act itself in the first place.

But... though I think it proved love because of such an unlikely act...

It's a violence.

"All right, then."

When Brother Ujino takes the brush and ink out of the drawer, the hair is bracketed in one and inked. I stretch my spine and ink it with a very beautiful form, but the purpose is not calligraphy, and if I say it, I think it will be used for graffiti, an indescribable laugh comes in.

Regardless, I don't laugh in front of my brother Yi. I'm going to make a reminder laugh later and dissipate it.

"Then let's take it off upstairs so it's spotless."

And then you two take off your kimono and get naked on your upper body so that you don't get ink on your kimono.

Every day I take a bath mixed with a man. There is no particular resistance. Besides, I have a salad wrapped around my chest, which makes it look ridiculous for the purpose I saw it for. (crazy enough)

"Nodaisy ~"

"Yes,"

"Shit."

I can flash my cheeks with a sara brush that hasn't been inked yet. "Yes," she said!! It's cute!

Because I have tea eyes.

"Well, I'll write,"

Sitting in the front of me with the front seat, my brother Yisa the Walrus. It's surprisingly precious how courteous he usually is to wear a Wallace. Inside my heart is dancing. What are you talking about? Here.... Gap adorable? That, I don't think so.

He looks manly anyway.... even though I just graffiti. But... no, my brother Yisa's nudity (ah, upper body) is always beautiful. It's not a mukimuki macho, it's not a fine macho, it's a fair match with the face. My stomach is not too cracked, but I can see it is cracked in six. I don't usually know when I'm wearing a kimono, so I guess I'll be lucky to have a familiar customer who can see this.

... but don't you take off your kimono when you're here?

And I feel the brush crawling through my arms and I muzzle.

Besides, it's something that says yucky, yucky.

"Huh, hia... haha"

"Oh, are you ticklish?

This guy, who smiles and looks like he's having fun, still has nothing to stop him, and when he puts the brush back on the ink, he starts writing again. I can't help but want to write it on Brother Ujino's arm as soon as possible because he seems to have so much fun writing it. Uzz.

"Yes, done."

"Ooh. Uji's life... Sounds like you're a big brother. Me."

Like a fan.

"So next up, Noh." Excuse me... what are you doing, Brother Ujino, Noh "

The moment my brother told me to hold the brush, I came in through the door,

"Ah, the wind."

"What's up?

"Uh..."

Looking alternately at me and my brother Yisama, the wind puts his hand on his forehead and meditates his eyes, then he can turn his heel back and pull his leg into the hallway, which is only one step from the door to the room.

"No, I had a little business with Noisy. … in the afternoon."

The wind leaves the front door of the room like it's seen something good.

Oh, what. Why are you acting like that?

"Oh, if you say so, it's noon. Just... Now eat of the daisies, and eat of the hearts. Because the wind seems to be running errands."

"Uh... but.... Yes"

That's what they said, so I'll put my kimono back on and get the front done.

After all, you couldn't write it on Brother Ujino's arm. I wanted to write it. Give me back my quail, you idiot.

●●●●●●●●●●●●●

There have been many recent killings within Yoshihara.

Yesterday, he said two people were slashed with knives in a brothel across the street. They're both playmen, and one of them is Hanaki.

... noise. It's true there are more perverts when it gets warmer out there. Something, look, it's like waking up from hibernation.

"Are you two okay?

"Oh, I made you remember the art of escort. It'll heal if I give it to you... and watch out for you."

"Be careful... he said he'd be careful... Is Daimon screwed?

"I wonder which. It'll stay open as long as I'm telling you the top won't close. But... I didn't expect to get hurt this way."

Forgotten eight of the brothel "Hanayao brothel" across the street, Master Hanada and our uncle are close. I also hear that the two people who have been educated as Forgotten Eight since they were young are familiar with childhood. Occasionally, we talk in each other's canteen of sight, but this time the content is very serious.

"It's daytime, isn't it? You were a man, I knew it."

"Not for our guy to say."

It's noon and I'm in the dining room for dinner at the life of Brother Ujino. The rice here is delicious today. You like gluten in this miso soup, don't you? Is it gluten instead of miso soup? But I know that miso soup is delicious. Gluten is just my favorite ingredient of all. It adds colorful gluten to the cherry blossom and red leaf season, so that's one of the fun things to do when it comes to dinner. As long as I'm happy, it's subtle to the rice cook - if you ask me, he'll put a lot of gluten in it.

"The wound is packed, you can see a little bone under the red meat. I said it would heal, but it hurts to just watch the part that got so grumpy."

Such a 'gluten to gluten' conversation of my uncles in the seat before me. I should have definitely talked to you over there when I came to the dining room, but for some reason earlier I purposefully moved to the seat in front of you.

You know, I'm having dinner now, both of you. I'm eating a delicious, delicious stewed miso.

Yet just now I thought it was just a pack of chops... I don't need a head. I imagine, so I want you to stop. I won't be able to eat the rice cake.

"Oh, wild chrysanthemum, why don't you come and help me with the flowers and evenings?

"Eh,"

Suddenly they shook up the conversation, so I stopped the chopsticks and looked at Hanada-sama in front of me.

Help? What is it? Can I go into a different brothel in the first place? No, it must be Akan.

What... did you move the wazzard seat this way to say that?

"Jiangji, what are you talking about? You can't let me."

Uncle looks at Hanada-sama with his' not stupid 'eyes as he sighs.

All right, let's have a more dazzling look next time, Uncle. I can, I still can. Shall I open more facial drawers?

"I'm not a wacko going out to the sitting area. I'm asking you to take care of the guy who was a little slashed. We don't have enough men."

"Huh? I don't know if I'm going to let the new guy or the bald guy do it."

"Unfortunately, we don't have enough people in Ryu Yi. Hey, if you're gonna bring it in, you're not gonna be in the sitting room, are you? You're free at night, aren't you?

"You're kidding me. My stupid rice cook. I'm gonna drop by you, so give up the daisies."

"Ryugi", Hanada said, is the name of Heavenly Moon's Forgotten Eight. In other words, it is the name of my uncle.

It's a name that really fits your face, and I think it's amazing like a dragon's face. I have never said that to my uncle, but if I did, I would definitely see it as a bluff or an unexpected compliment.

"Er. Isn't it? Think I'll let you study society. Come on. If you care about a woman, you don't have to hide it if you come dressed like a woman.

Uncle Hanada-san has already told me that I am a woman. I wonder how trustworthy he is. He even bothered to come to me during the time he spent at my uncle's house.

The reason I rose, but Oyaji said, 'It's better to have one or more allies. Well, just a really trustworthy guy. It seems that it will be helpful later. "But I don't know.

In the first place, did I need to speak to a different brothel?

"Damn, I don't ask.... if you're going to get so much wild chrysanthemum to come over this guy's corpse."

"Hi, Hanada-san."

After my uncle said so, Hanada-sama's complexion suddenly grew blue on the person who called out.

"Sake, fresh water"

"Long time no see"

It was Brother Shimizu Isama who appeared on Nico's face. Hey, how long have you been a stumbar?

And Master Hanada is hardened as if she had met wild bears and wolves as well.

Hey, what's up, Hanada?

"So, what are the requirements? Oh, wild daisies, lower that and go that way. Hey. And the wind was calling, do you promise anything?

"I'm promising to go outside"

"... Derme"

"Hih,"

I get scolded as I get my cheeky pepper pulled mummy in my stretched brother Yisama's hand.

"... Hiya's,"

"No, it's a mess right now."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I had promised to shop in Yoshihara for a long time. The rules have been loose for 3 years now and I have been able to walk in Yoshihara only during the day, but I have never left. I can't help but want to leave already. I couldn't stand it, so I wanted to do something called shopping with someone, and I joked about the first way I went, and then I talked to her and she was happy and okay.... Something scares me.

He said he wanted to see the book, and he wanted a new Acer stone, so he had no resistance at all to go outside.

I'd say one or two of my dislikes usually. "Uh, can't you go alone? 'and' You're free 'and other mind-dictating words popped in, my steel heart, which stood slightly as I spoke, was clapping out.

But, um.

I guess it's dangerous. Roll outside.

"You want to go like that?

"If I go, I want to go... If you think about it, it's dangerous."

"... do you want to come with me?

It's comforting, but something's different.

"No, you can't leave either."

"Why?

"That's what they have in common..."

"... ah. All the slaughtered ones have a thing in common with the" black hair "guy. My two fucked were brunettes, too. Is there any resentment for a brunette?

After all, I can't go out like that. Seems that's what Wind wanted in the morning, too. He was going to tell me, "Let's do it again."

What the hell.