Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

"Mr. Warden, flower bills!

"Ooh? Yes, sir."

"Thank you! I'm going out for a little while."

When he saw the playman rushing out through the entrance to the brothel, those who were said to be the superintendents were leaning their necks.

"What's going on in such a hurry? The wild chrysanthemum flower queen."

"I don't know. I went for a walk with the cat in my arms."

I want to go far, far away.

Even so, it may be the breadth of Japan and the breadth of Yoshihara. And the rest of the world?

I ran and went a long way and the end of the wall seemed immediate, enough to climb to the roof if I wanted to see the only main gate I could get out of this town.

I stop my leg just after getting out of the brothel and running somewhat. There's nothing to worry about where I stopped because no one else was coming after me and I wasn't running away from anything material.

Anyway, I just literally wanted to be "alone". Substantial humans are walking out of town, and I haven't been able to be alone, but I'm pretty sure I feel more alone than I am in my room in Heavenly Moon.

The protection in your arms should not be included in the number at this time.

"Nha."

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Why should I be in such a hurry? I wonder what the wind knew, knew, and turned those words on me, but there's only one way to figure it out.

I just have to ask the person directly what the words are intended for.

If you don't fully understand the meaning of my actions, you might want to ask what the intent is.

Maybe I messed with something in a different direction.

But if you knew, how would you know? Look at my behavior?

That's stupid. If you're so good at guessing, you can use magic as soon as possible.

Or maybe someone who played the game just like me was reincarnated. Just to put it mildly, I think that's pretty outrageous.

Well, maybe that's not what I meant in the first place.

... That being said, is it because I feel something with a hunch that a slight tremor in my fingers is still going on? That mouthfeel was definitely making me feel like I was grasping my current behavior.

There was a word from his mouth about working down, but that...

"Noisy? Oh, it's been a while."

Standing beside a path much away from the heavens and the moon stroking the head of the guardian, I can call someone to that effect.

"Ahhh! Sakura, it's been a long time. Is that a walk?

"That's the place. Are you taking the cat for a walk?"

A young man with a refreshing impression of brown hair and eyes looking back laughed nicely pointing to the protection of the cat. There is also a natural perm hair texture, or it looks glittery and pale when seen under the sunny sky.

"That's the place. How is Master Hanada?

"Uh, I'm already pimping. You're not screwed for the time being, are you?"

This guy named Sakura is a playboy who works in a brothel like Hanada. I know quite a few playmen who work in other brothels and the community is quite thriving. It is also a shame for the depth of the nostalgia of the officials five years ago, when it was good to walk within Yoshihara. Without such freedom, maybe I and everyone would not have met the birds in the cage for half my life, which is the same situation.

As such, if we walk within Yoshihara during the day or before evening, we inevitably often meet with different brothel playmen, transforming it into an environment where we can also be friends if we want to take a step forward with each other.

"When... as thin as ever, huh?

"Hey, don't touch me."

Pay off the hand that has been stretched out to your arm with Pessili and your right hand.

"I don't know."

Sakura rubs out the back of her hand when it hurts, even though she says she hasn't tapped that hard. I know it was on purpose, but I decide to apologize for being sorry in my heart. I'm sorry.

Well, I'll take a walk.

"I'm a walk, too? Wherever you go, you're free. Only in Yoshihara."

Turning to me trying to get away, Mr. Cherry Blossom points mu and mouth and kicks the sand on the ground.

Dirty! The sand went into the waste and behind my feet!

"The floater came to the brothel today, but... I don't want to be painted."

"It's a waste. Oh, so you're a wacko running outside now"

Sakura speaks like nothing happened.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's you. I just want to complain, but it's also the earliest pain in the ass to say chimatima and novels, so I swallowed a good spit and I normally returned the words.

"Where is it? You don't like it either, do you? It's not like that."

……

I can sell playman paintings.

In modern times, in the original world, it's easy to tell if you think about it in the same way as the goods of Idol. Even fashion depends on that. For a man, the floating picture of a playman is like a half-fashion magazine replacement, and it seems to refer to the way he dresses his kimono, his hair, etc. But he says he doesn't see many high-ranking and extremely poor people.

Playman, Hanaki's painting is a stance that the floater is allowed to paint by visiting directly to Yoshihara's brothel. And in about three pairs, a floatsman pays for the model in a brothel.... squeeze all the money from where you can squeeze it.

There are not only painters but also sculptors and brushers, and it can be said that floating paintings are the work of the Trinity.

Wooden prints make many copies, photo albums... and make many bromide objects. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm a playman fan goods because I also make things like calendars for this era when I say picture calendars.

Wonderful, Edo's world.

"You're not wacky enough to tell me how good I look. Why are you drawing your eyes so thin? It's yarn."

No matter how different the culture and development were in the game world, the drawing power seemed still the same as the Edo-era paintings in the world I knew.

Really, it's The Japanese Picture.

"No, but I think that one tastes like that"

"Things are good."

I've seen a floating picture of Brother Ujino, but isn't it better if he's a little taller? There was as much difference with the person as I thought. That being said, I like it a lot because it tastes good.

Sakura snorts with a face that just says it's not funny if you give her such a favorable opinion.

"Noisy!

And I hear the voices I know in my ears having a relaxing conversation.

The Lord of that voice, which is getting closer and closer, I do not turn around and decide to say goodbye while shielding Mr. Cherry Blossom.

Cherry blossom leaning her neck towards me, jizzy and backward, glances in the direction of her voice and looks at me again.

"Wow... well, Cherry Blossom."

"Is that orchid now? He's running over here..."

"Ooh!

Sakura runs in the opposite direction of her voice with a dash before she can finish.

Why is Orchid chasing me?

Is there anything I can do for you?

Later. Later!

"Hey, No-Ju."

"Why are you following me?"

Mr. Sakura presses after me as he escapes, and he raises one hand and calls it that with a cool face. I'm subtly scared because this one's desperate to run away, but he's coming after me with some kind of smile on his face.

Besides, you're good at running, I quickly lined up next door.

"Keep him hidden."

"No, thank you."

Show your hand in front of you as you run to indicate your intention to reject.

but when Sakura grabbed that hand gassily for what she thought, she was pulled in the direction of escaping Orchid at a rate more momentum than I did.

Sakura, my foot.

"Nyami."

I thought my leg would .

The protection you were holding in that impact lands off your arm and on the ground.

"Run, run."

I call Sakura on her back, but she ignores me like she said she did.

If I twisted my neck and turned my face back, I could see it gradually moving away from Orchid. Is it because the other person is not so fast?

The guardian did not follow me, and ran towards Orchid.

Hey, where are you going?

"Look, over here"

"Wow!

If you think you were running straight but suddenly turned left, you were pushed into the back of a crate in a thin alley-like place.

That somewhat dark place has never stepped in as much as I would care to look sideways, even if I was usually on the road.

Cherry blossoms with their index fingers in their mouths like they're making fun of each other are more focused on running away than I am. I mean, I enjoy it.

Do they think it's like a hideout?... thats it.

After doing so for a while, Orchid's voice could be heard nearby, but it quickly retreated away in a flash.

"... All right. You're gone."

Cherry blossoms checking the main road with chillari from the crate, look at me and nod. Is it because I still can't get my mind off that my voice is a hissopotamus voice? I also respond quietly with a hissing voice.

"You went. Or why did you follow me?"

The two of us sit on the ground, hold our knees, and take a sports seat. I don't mind my kimono getting dirty.

Or protect me, drop it and I'm sorry.

"Why are you running away?"

……

This guy who gorgeously goes through my questions doesn't listen to people anyway. It is my pace at all times. I don't hate it because it's kind and interesting to talk to.

He still asks me how I look with a worried face, and I can see that the life counseling office starts.

"Did they do something bad? Fighting?"

"No... like that. Prevent unpleasant things from happening, like? It's not a fight, it's a little bit distant."

Yes, I explain to Sidromodoro. Sakura's face, which is facing me, had a different and difficult look on her face. Slightly tilting his neck and putting his hand on his chin.

"Uh-huh. That's... pathetic."

……

The poorly toothed tone sounds slowly as if you are choosing words carefully.

"You're sad if you didn't do anything, but your friends avoided you. Normal. I'd be depressed if I were you. Were you that much of a protector?

"Once upon a time... I've only known you for two years. You were so motivated to jump into their nostalgia that you talked to me at first."

"If the daisy doesn't change, can something terrible happen? Until you let go of my friend."

"Unfortunately, everyone."

"I like you the usual. I am."

That's what they say with a smile on their face.

I guess it's the usual me.

The usual me, how could it be?

"It's a human cylon horse. Noju '

Yeah, what's right and what's not.

Someone please tell me the answer as soon as possible.