Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

"I want an escalator..."

"Erika, did they? What's that?"

"Nothing"

Climb one staircase and two stairs. I exhaled as I felt everyday the sound of the guillotine and the trees roaring.

The stairs from the first floor to the second are not long but not even short. Climbing up the hem to keep the hem of the pulling shaker from hooking though was quite cumbersome and tedious. In all times a woman's outfit is more troublesome than a man's. Let's still settle the outfit that has nothing to do with women men. In three hundred more years, a skirt will be born in the world, and female students will be forced to put their feet out even if it is cold. But what's amazing about it there is whether it's cold or not. Patience, no. Are the girls going to keep skirting as a delight? In the end, any outfit a girl wants to wear clothes that make her look the cutest. As of now, it is a shame to lose it, as this pulling shaker does add to the attraction of women. Stop it. Stop it. That's troublesome.

"Nodaisy, say it's early"

"It's a slow breeze."

But the stairs from the first floor to the second floor were climbing fast enough to stutter myself, enough to overcome the wind that was in front. I'm not sure if I'm fast or windy, but this guy's an out-of-the-box norm, I fucking laugh.

But did you feel something like that about me?

He let his forehead blow with a hoot of breath and put out his lower lip, because he didn't even know if he fell, and now he chased me through. It was only after I climbed the stairs that I realized if I was slowing my pace and adding or subtracting. Brother Ribbon's face is somewhere similar to his when he became infidel. Is the teacher something like that?

Or I apologize for letting you lose it, but I don't think I was completely cared for in the second half. I didn't want you to worry about anything, but Ning Ro occasionally stopped walking and came back a few steps. Every time I'm behind it, I glance. You're about to drop it down the stairs, so I pounded my tongue out loud. I want you to be thorough if you care. ( Dear Sir)

If you get upstairs, there's naturally everyone there because it's a playman's living area. They were each ready to sit in their rooms, and they could also hear the vultures and the sound of the trio of lines played by someone.

There's a light leaking out of the room that's not the light on the line.

"Getting ready to go out to the sitting area, that's a good idea."

"I know. Just do as usual."

"You pull this thing out of your head today, and you don't give a shit, do you? You know what?"

"I know, I know. Totally annoying gray hair."

"Silver, not gray hair. Can't you go wrong? Because it's silver."

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know!

"Ah, here."

Pishari.

Close the door just now because it's hard. I heard a screaming voice over the door, but after a few seconds, the signs disappeared from in front of my room.

... I tried to say what a good look, but I normally figured it out because my footsteps kept away, not signs. I've never experienced the feeling of feeling signs, so I wanted to say it once or so. I want your forgiveness.

"Huh."

After closing the door in the back, I rubbed my back against the tatami.

Although I was told by the wind, when I got to my room, my shoulder strength fell off at once. Finally, it becomes easier to breathe, and oxygen reaches the lungs well enough. If I repeatedly breathed with Suhar on condition, I immediately stopped because the guide's head had become crunchy. My mouth tastes like hemoglobin. (Meaning no)

Apparently, he was stuffing his breath without even realizing it himself. Strangely enough, I didn't even realize I was in such a state until I was alone. I guess that means my body was so nervous.

"Tired..."

Stretch out the legs that were bent and look up at the ceiling.

Left unattended because the kimono hem turned up due to the stretched momentum but never cared about anyone's eyes.

There are places where the wood on the ceiling can be seen on your face.

I'm not talking to them, but I asked myself in my head what to think.

But there are too many to decide what to think from, and I pause to think fast. So I ended up thinking about it without thinking about it. I honestly don't know what that means when I say it myself.

"Yabba."

No, wait a minute. and look out the window.

What do you have time for?

Isn't there a job waiting for me? Wazumi will be here soon, and we can't dress like this forever.

"Long, long"

If you think so, the later is early.

Untie the belt vigorously from one end and remove the shaker. I chose the long clothes to wear at work from the box and appropriately... so I instantly decided which one to match what in my head and put my arms through my sleeve.

……

But my hand stops on the way.

With his arms halfway down his sleeve, Dharan and his long clothes drooped over the tatami.

Aili says I'm in the way. Show me the bareback you know the game and I also think you're a reincarnator.

Brother Shimizu said that she would return her love to the house, whether she knew it or not.

Brother Shimizu's mother lives differently from the game.

The history of my brother's visit to your brothel is very different.

The wind knows something I don't.

I don't know about everyone else, but it's possible that the birth of everyone I know might be something completely different.

Then what is this world?

Is it just one world, independent, based on game settings?

I'm from this world, what is it?

"Even the universe doesn't know what's going on..."

I can't stop thinking about how the universe works.

What is a universe where the earth is? Is there an end to the universe? The universe is in one big box, and if we go hundreds of trillions of light years ahead, can we hit the corner and slap the wall? If so, what kind of world is it outside this box? Is it just one of someone's boxes, in a place where creatures bigger than the Sun live than Jupiter?

The more I think about it, the more questions arise, and the more they remain unresolved.

Return Aili to the castle. Is this a good decision?

Think of yourself, maybe that's a good decision. I knew perfectly well that what she wanted from the eagle was for me to be gone, and it would be too late if she did harm.

But I wonder what this chest sickle is.

It would be good if it were a completely bad person. If she was a terrible girl. If I had only met that horrible part and been shown first, I must have totally certified her as a bad guy and reported it to my uncle. That's how terrible Aili is right now, to the point of.

Brother Yisa said she will have Ari meet with the example castle owner even tomorrow. Even though I said it wasn't exactly as set, the castle owner's daughter is 100 percent sure on her.

Even though it has changed, are you happy to return your friend to his parents, who are trying to send him to his wife in the old place of colour madness?

Can I just ignore the good times and be shown my current bad girlfriend and throw it away?

I've only met Aili for four years.

Just looked at the puzzling part of her in less than a year, less than six months of it.

When I hit him in the head with that staircase, I was sure something had changed in Aili. As if it were a dual personality, people are changing into colos. Something on Eric's skin felt moving, and it was a little odd.

"Is that...?

Then in me, one hypothesis comes to mind.

Like I suddenly became a wild chrysanthemum one day, if that's how Ari was reincarnated? What if they took over my personality?

What if Aili until I hit her in the head is indeed Aili and her consciousness now is someone else who is not Aili?

I don't know how I was reincarnated from a different world, from a world with games. I don't know about myself either.

It is also doubtful that the theory of replacement fits with the reincarnator I put up in the first place, and it is too unrealistic.

But for me, everything has been unreal since I woke up in this world.

"Sorry, Nogi."

Still, I'm sure there's some left in Aili.

I did hear her, her voice calling me.

"Not yet... I wonder if I'll make it"

I need to talk to Brother Shimizu properly once. I'll tell you everything when it's all over, what you said, but then I'm sure it's too late.

Shall I hold back before I take a bath after work? If today is the day, I can't help it, but if it is, I'll have to wait in front of the room first thing tomorrow morning.

I honestly don't mean anything because I haven't come up with a solution where I could talk about the possibilities of her. Being aware of the possibilities that remained and pretending not to look at them was unlikely to do so.

"Brother Nogiku, are you there?

"I'm here."

Not that one. A modest hyocho voice calls me when I'm thinking it's not this one. Wazumi.

I rushed in and urged Wazumi back inside. I shouldn't, I have to concentrate on preparing the seating area now.

"Wazumi, it's great to be here at the right time"

It's only been three days since he started working, but he remembers well and keeps his time right, and he thinks he's a good 'vulture' with good language and no complaints.

"Earlier, you know, I..."

Yet fearful, and so on, Wazumi glanced at his face from the shovel. It's like you're trying to face something scary, your eyes are moist. Something scary is me...... No, I'm not, I'm not scared.

I don't know what you're so freaked out about, but you don't come in the room waiting forever, so I urge you to come over here with your fingers slapping a ton of tongue and tatami.

"Earlier?"

"Sorry!"

Then he lowered his head with great momentum. My untied hair is shaking and my head is patting up and down so much that the wind is sending over here. If you shook your head all that much, your brain could invert up and down.

"Oops!? Wazumi, what are you doing?"

I was in trouble for that to happen, so I immediately rushed over to the vicinity of Wazumi and crouched, grabbing my shoulder. Tiny shoulders. But grabbing my shoulder doesn't stop shaking my head, so I decide to grab my head with one hand, not my shoulder. Eagle. This one has a tiny head, so it was easy to grab.

Then my head finally stops and Wazumi looks at me. You mean, you saw it, your eyes cracked? Crazy head? Though I wasn't focused on whether I was. My eyes are swirling.

"What's wrong?

"Ugh."

"Wazumi? Hey?"

Calling his name a few times that way, he blinked a few times to see if his focus had been set.

Good. I thought it had broken in many ways and I hissed.

"Um, brother."

"Hey, what?

"Can I have your treat?

"Oh, yeah, sure."

Fine, and I stuttered my arm halfway through my sleeve. Wazumi, with a rather blatant attitude, huh? I twist my neck in my heart wondering what that was earlier.

What do you mean I'm sorry about earlier? And let me even ask you in the middle of letting me change.

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"I'm here today, Master No-ju!

"You're so energetic, Matsuyo."

The night sight began.

Matsuyo-sama hugs me with excitement. I was opened and came from the front early, so I almost accidentally went backwards. I stepped on my feet at the inches, but I think it might have been a good idea to escape after all because of the shock. But it's cute, so I'm glad I took it.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I wouldn't have done it."

"It looks like Matsuyo's there, too, so it's okay."

After a beat, Matsuyo-sama, who speaks in a hurry for a hug, looks up at me.

I guess you mean people like this, like little animals.

"Is that a compliment?

"Of course."

She stroked her head under her chin and gave it away, but plainly her chin hit her throat and it hurt. It can also be a sharp murder weapon, which is definitely not Matsuyo-sama's hobby. Crude. I can faintly understand that it must be her father's hobby. I have worn kimonos before, although they were not the same. It's fresh because the atmosphere is different from usual, what a compliment and subtle sentiment. When I raise my voice, I say, 'My father said it suits you, and he gave it to me last month'. She herself looks more peachy than blue with patterns and colors that she usually feels adorable about how Matsuyoshi shows up in the uncle filter. If Winter is beautiful, Matsuyo-san is cute the other way around. So if you dress it with mature purple or black colors or a manzu shahua pattern, it will look all kinds of unnatural in the case of Matsuyoshi. It feels like a child is wearing makeup with stretched back. I don't think it's bad, but it's that uncomfortable.

Dear Matsuyo-sama, I feel strange pressure from her father.

This is like, yeah, I don't know, deliberately making my own daughter look bad and holding the other guy back...

"Matsuyo's not cute, just let me go"

And I don't even feel like I'm being told to go away.

But unfortunately, Matsuyo-sama is still cute, and even if they think so, they can't keep customers away from themselves, so it doesn't make sense.

"Matsuyo-sama, this way please"

"Thank you Umeki"

Umebi prompts me and Matsuyoshi to take a seat in front of the screen while I stand.

Wazumi was standing next to Umebi and attached to the back. I never broke my mouth when I asked what was "sorry" after all, but did my grief clear because he was helping me get dressed in a fun way......

"Is Matsuyo okay since then? Are you feeling sick or something?

"Did you mean yesterday? It's perfectly fine. Instead, I'm glad I stuck to Nojuku-sama's back."

I calmed my hips down by the two of them in the red futon.

See if it was okay for once because I didn't expect you to come yesterday today. I was worried that it would have been quite shocking for the lady Matsuyoshi to let such a creepy man tease me with the blade. If he says he's okay, I'm sure he's okay, but I don't care because Matsuyo-sama brought in half the amount of alcohol today.

Matsuyo-sama's house is an established large liquor store, often dedicated to the lord of Edo Castle. Matsuyo-sama's house often donates liquor to the brothel, so on those days, he also behaves in large measure to luxury various alcoholic beverages... That's when I drink a lot and get drunk.

"Umeki, play the three sides. Whatever it takes, whatever song rests my heart."

"Okay."

With his hands on his mouth, he gently ears at the plum tree.

"Because the speed at which you drink alcohol is not normal when you get too excited. Put Wazumi next to Umebi."

"Yes, brother Yi. So, Wazumi, can you bring me my three flavors?

"Yes!"

Wazumi went to pick up the trio line in the corner of the room.

"Yeah, but the song she seems to like as much as she can because she needs to be offended...... it would be helpful if I could ask for it at Sakura Maiden or Spring Night Thirteen Noh Moon"

Umeki figured out my various orders, and I nodded and I sat down next to him and started getting ready to play.

"I brought a lot of delicious alcohol today.... That's right! Why don't you compete with me over a drink?

"Compared to drinking with you?

Matsuyo-sama slaps his hands as if he had come up with something good. He seemed to be jumping even though he was sitting, and I looked at it with my eyes narrowed.

I didn't know he was going to give me suggestions on how to compare drinks to arrowheads that I was careful not to let him drink too much.

He looked at me chillingly with his worried eyes.

"Drinking comparison..."

I stroked her head to focus on her thoughts for a while, but I can't take Matsuyoshi's voice, which is foolish enough to want to drink it.

No, no, no.

"Fine. Then if it crumbles first, as punishment."

"What about listening to anything they say as punishment! Isn't that a fun idea?

"Huh? Hmm."

As far as I'm concerned, I was going to make a suggestion not to listen to you as a punishment, but I can't break my opinion if you say it sounds like fun like that.

If I made a bet not to listen to my mouth, I thought maybe you'd refrain from drinking, but Matsuyo is my thought crusher today. All the suggestions are crumbling.

"I can't help it. Okay, I get it."

"Is that true? You listen to anything that crushes first, don't you? Absolutely, right?

"Anything."

Where does such a self come from, Matsuyo-sama is willing to beat me. She would start getting drunk if she crossed a certain line, so it was an easy bet as far as I know there. Although Matsuyo-sama is a liquor store lady, there are neglects regarding the amount of alcohol she can drink.

"I won't lose!

"Matsuyo, take care of your body."

From then on, he brought into the room the massive plugged virtue of the liquor that the men had brought to me in front of the room, in the footsteps that Wazumi had never been able to afford. I use it well in the meantime and suddenly it's not a good idea to add alcohol to my stomach, so I let the downstairs man bring me a light meal and have her eat something like a knob. Matsuyo-sama's favorites were a few children and tuna sashimi, and he prepared a variety of other foods. Unfortunately, her favorite is a bunch of kids I hate, but I'm forced to eat with her every time, so I go through this time in agony.

The cup I prepared for Matsuyo-sama was already in her hands, and I poured the alcohol that Wazumi had brought into the cup.

The first cup slowly poured alcohol into each other's throats. The alcohol chosen is a relatively sweet drink. I chose it because she seems to like sweetness herself, but what's not sweet is that she quickly gets drunk when she gets alarmed. So I tried not to make Matsuyo-sama's drunkenness worse by turning it into a different alcoholic beverage along the way or giving him a break from drinking water.

I drink alcohol in the same way as Matsuyo-sama because of the comparison of drinking, but the drunkenness has not turned around at all. I never got drunk, whether I drank or not, because I teach my body that I shouldn't be drunk. Besides, you can never crumble before her. Is it something that gets crushed?

"Speaking of which, Master Nojuku, your mother told me about you."

When I tried to plug it into the twenty-fifth cup, Matsuyo said so and put the pork mouth on the tatami.

It is not that Lu Rhythm has not turned, but there is a slight redness on her cheek.

She interrupted her drinking, so I immediately placed the water nearby next to Matsuyo-sama's pork mouth in a bowl.

"Mother of Matsuyo, you?

"You know what Bamboo Fetch tells you, don't you?

"Don't be a bamboo kaguya princess. I miss you."

When I learned ancient texts from my uncle, I also did a bamboo collection story. I thought maybe Kaguya princess would be a man, but Kaguya princess was still a woman and no different there. Oh, my God, don't tell me you found it a little boring in front of me at ease.

But I wonder what happened to that.

"Why do you think Princess Kaguya didn't like anyone when she was proposed by five men?

"That... didn't you have a different preference?

"Bubble."

Difference! and I come out here with both arms X. After all, most of the alcohol was spinning around, and I'm getting drunk nori. Matsuyo-sama's liquor habit isn't a bad one, but sometimes the screws in his head blow up. Though I can't tell you the details, I had a lot of hard feelings about the fact that I had acted on the verge of doing it once. I managed to calm down, but I realized that experience is something that strengthens people. So I was careful not to get you too drunk, but I don't think I'm much of a man to screw again.

In the first place, Matsuyo-sama is in a position to do that to me (Hanaki), and I should not refuse. But I can't help it all, so I'm going to make an effort to double it back.

"Instead of descending into the world and seeing the lower realm, Princess Kaguya had taken a heart in love by God in heaven."

Looking at the moon seen through a round lattice window, he looked at me with a lucid look.

It's just a full moon today, and the heavens look good on a glowing night.

"You've never heard that before."

"I heard it from my mother recently, too, so I kind of wanted to talk to someone else."

When Matsuyoshi said that, did he still not talk enough, but he was next door and turned to my front. That's already Nico laughing, and I want to give her a round of applause, even if she's drunk.

But the story Matsuyoshi heard from your mother distracts me strangely.

"Is there anything else?

"She was originally an adult moon witch when she was on the moon, but I heard God fulfilled her desire to see the lower realm nearby."

I've heard a little bit about a witch named Hui Night who was in the Moon Capital who was an adult woman, but then I nod humbly because I didn't know how she got into the bamboo. Most of these hand stories were interesting to hear as entertainment because I don't even know if they are lies like urban legends or true.

I myself love fabricated backstories and stuff so it's fun to listen to.

So, what do you want me to do if I entertain you?

"But just in case you fall in love in the lower realm and you don't want to go back to heaven, it seems that when you bring her down to the lower realm, you put her back into a baby you don't even know, and you pull out your heart so that she doesn't have a heart to fall in love with."

Horrible, Matsuyo-sama holds his own shoulder.

I was listening to that, and I thought this was like a mermaid princess in an exotic country.

The price is different, but the mermaid princess also admires the land world and the prince and gets her legs instead of losing her voice from the witch. Matsuyo-sama's story is that Kaguya had her brought down to the lower realm instead of losing her heart in love, but she bitterly laughs that there is no price for shaving herself to make her wish come true in all the world. That's not a lot of convenient stories about getting your wish for free, so I guess that's normal. Even God is a witch, I'm sure he'll use a lot of effort.

If I had asked for my wishes for free many times, the world and the logic would be laughable.

"Oh, you were in the middle of drinking."

"Fine. Drink this."

I asked Umebi, who was nearby, to bring white water to Matsuyoshi instead of cold water. I'm about to drink again, so I'll blow you a holla and bring the water to your mouth while you support your shoulder. This isn't alcohol. Master Nojuku found out immediately, but he drank it for a lot of people, so it was good.

"But was Kaguya a princess happy?

Taking a sip of white water, she wipes her thumbs down the area with only her mouth of water.

"Why?"

"Forgetting about love is impossible as a woman. Besides, he's been proposed by five lords, but I can't believe he shook that on a stick. If I were you, I'd take all five of them!

"That's... amazing"

"However, if you were a person like Nojuku-sama, we're talking about"

I joke and tongue out.

Stuttered. No matter how many women people in a wolf-like world jump on a man without looking at a boulder, it scares me a lot. Ah, drunken remarks are dangerous.

"But I wonder if Kaguya Princess was brought down as punishment to the lower realm because she sinned in the Moon Capital. I remember that statement at the end."

The story of Princess Kaguya is written that she was sent to the lower realm, which is said to be a dirty world in heaven as punishment, because she committed a great crime in the ideal home, the capital of the moon. I don't know the sin because it's not detailed.

"Oh, but your mother said so too."

"What?"

"Five people refused to propose marriage because, in fact, the crimes committed by Kaguya princess on the moon were about relationships between men and women. So refusing to be in such a relationship with the opposite sex is the punishment she receives, that she loses her love heart, and that she is not allowed to fall in love with anyone.... I'm sure Kaguya had her hands on someone's husband."

I'll do it, it's a boulder kaguya princess.

I sighed at Matsuyo-sama, who turned a respectful eye on Kaguya princess.

"What am I supposed to say, but don't do that, okay? Okay?"

"Sure! I'll only see you, Master Nokichi!

Yeah, but it's not, Matsuyo. But the place is also cute, so I have to fall for it.

"But either way, I'm pretty sure Kaguya Princess was losing her love heart. At the end of the day, did the emperor feel anything, though he seemed to have left by giving him the medicine of immortality? That's not a very good story."

"I forgot, but maybe you liked it deep down."

Matsuyoshi, who is so rapping that I don't think he's drunk, but once I thought I'd separated the story, he reached over and snuck up to me.

He pushes his face around his chest, so I'm worried that he's feeling worse.

I peered softly into her face.

"Dear Nojuku-sama..."

"Matsuyo, don't you feel well? Shall I lie down?"

"Today, today, why don't you stay with me until morning"

To a word I was so embarrassed to say, my movements pause.

Master Matsuyoshi, what now.

"We won't do anything, and you just need to sleep next door!

Whether it's because of alcohol or I don't like being rejected, I'm going to sue you in tears.

The sound of the Plum Tree trio broke off once Ben, but he immediately held it back and kept playing it. Umeki seems to have been more upset than me.

"But who's in your house?

"Yes, I did."

I've made you feel scared yesterday, and it was pathetic to refuse too much.

But for some reason my stomach hurts more than my chest.

"Matsuyo, is that a gift from someone?

"What, this? This is what my father gave me today. Because of this, she told me to try it on, so I gave it to her. Doesn't it suit you?

"Yeah, I think so."

But now I think I know why Matsuyo-sama's wax is different than usual.

If my daughter told me that, I wouldn't be able to have a father or not. Matsuyo himself said that revealing the basic night didn't seem to be much in the brothel he used to go to, and that he was rare even in person.

So accustomed to such a daughter, the father should have been water in his sleeping ear to reveal the night with a playman. Therefore, it may have given him a shovel that could also be taken as a restraint.

"I understand you say no. I know, but I... I thought yesterday."

"He said he didn't like to die like this. If you're going to die, if it's going to be the last time, you should have revealed it with whoever you want, even once."

The last one says so by meditating on his eyes.

Was it when Nagahama came to the room with a blade?

He said it was okay, but I knew I definitely felt scared, and I'm sure I can't forgive Nagahama for the rest of my life for making Matsuyo-sama feel this way. Such a pig frog, I wish he'd been roasted.

"Matsuyo"

Pull the sharp plume out of Matsuyo-sama's head and touch the reddish brown hair.

The part that was bound with the pastries fell on my shoulder.

"Okay, you're staying with me till morning."

"Yes."

"Glad to hear it."

Is that true to my words? And after you asked, wow, Master Nojuku! With what a hanging voice, he hugs me as much as he does when he comes to the sitting area. I feel like someone has been hugging me a lot lately.

"But Matsuyo, you can't tell anyone this. And of course don't tell me in the winter."

"I get it, I'll stab the nail at the house too!

"... I'm going to get stabbed one day..."

To a woman.

If you were a playboy like the one who accepts you, you wouldn't have a problem at all, but since you don't do it from time to time, you'd have to give the equivalent to the other guests. I can't help it if they say it is.

I sighed that this was exactly what I was going to say from morning to evening without resting my heart. To the extent that Matsuyo-sama doesn't notice, of course.

"Umebi"

"Yes."

Leaving her sitting in the futon, I approached Umebi playing the trio. He notices me approaching. He interrupts the performance and gets up.

"Dear uncle, today... no, yeah. Tell him I'm staying with you till morning."

Speak in a small voice so that Matsuyo-sama doesn't hear you.

Kaise is Matsuyo-sama's family name.

"Okay.... Are you all right?

"Well. Men are brazen."

But there's nothing you can do about it if you have the guts, Plum Wood tells you to whisper.

"'Cause that happened yesterday, and it'd be extra hard to say no if they told you that, wouldn't it?

"But what if that happens? Do you use floor moves to the point where you can't find out again to mislead them?

"Misleading is bad listening..."

"I'm worried about you... brother Yi. If you really want to reveal the night together, please rewind the salad tightly before you. I'll help. And."

"Eyelashes."

"Wow, that's so cute. Okay, okay."

Wazumi is intoxicated. You don't know what to do when you get hugged, Waving Wave with the mundane is certainly cute. I also know what Matsuyo-sama feels like scraping his cheeks.

I hadn't made you feel drunk until just now, but suddenly it started to break. Maybe I lost my mind knowing I could spend the night.

But with that look, she's about to go to sleep. The lid is half-opened, occasionally lacking and tearful. Matsuyo-sama's trick of rubbing his eyes against the back of his hand is like a small child, and the atmosphere that strikes me, though not very much, is not even dusty. If this is it, I won't worry if you sleep until morning, and I'll just watch next door.

"Speaking of which, who's picking up Matsuyo?

"That's what I was convinced to hear from you now, but apparently you were coming from the beginning with the intention of staying. I usually wait at a liquor store around there, but according to the superintendent, he immediately left through Yoshihara's main gate."

I see.

Umeki and I see Matsuyoshi lying down on his tatami while holding Wazumi. I didn't realize I was asleep because I didn't snore, but I laughed because I couldn't hear him talking on the way. If the stiff Japanese-style spring meets my eyes, I could see my mouth pounding and I could see it calling me 'Come to me'. That one is totally freaking me out. From a third party's point of view, it looked like a raven hunted by humans for food because of the blue complexion of Wazumi, even though it was a smiling sight of a beautiful woman sleeping with a child in her arms.

But that one feels more frightened of drunk people than of Matsuyo-sama.

I see, isn't Wazumi a good drunk?

"Ah,"

But then I can't talk to Brother Shimizu. I now realize that.

"What's up?

"Yeah, nothing"

I tap Umebi's shoulder and head to rescue Wazumi from Matsuyo-sama's arm.

I couldn't help it, so I decided to wait in front of my brother Yi's room tomorrow morning.