The Annals of the Flame Kingdom (WN)

Ayano Okawa thinks of himself as' a little different from normal people '.

Ayano Ogawa receives his life in Seattle, USA as his father, Shuji Ogawa, mother, and eldest daughter of the Ogawa periphery. He is a child born between his father, who dropped out of East University in his third year, and an elite couple who passed the East University diplomat exam.

The two were patterns between senior juniors in the circle, but Shuji, who was boned at the periphery at a glance, starts out, 'The only way to synchronize with senior is now!' I was a passionate person, to say the least, to be sued by stalkers now that I took the diplomat exam for dropping out of school for three years because... 'At least, as a career woman, he said to the periphery who would work crotching the world in the future,' Give me your senior diplomat life. Instead, as a normal housewife, I promise you the best life ever! 'Around proposing, there is no doubt that Shuji was a passionate person.

Ayano grows up sooner after receiving such two affections. Outside, as if to prove English, Japanese in the house, Chinese in my father's hobby, French in my mother's hobby, and the critical period hypothesis in clumps, Ayano mastered those four languages at just five years of age at the level of everyday conversation, but at the same time the annotations.

Ayano's ability to "speak four languages" was treasured in children's societies in a multi-ethnic state called the "Race of the Snow" America. Ayano, who sometimes cries, sometimes angry, sometimes quarrels, and still laughs and spends all the time with the evil kids in his neighborhood until dark every day, was influenced by his father, who is strong enough to be impotent for the woman he fell in love with, sometime built up the status of a pure kid general.

The turning point came to Ayano when he was eleven years old and in fifth grade. It was my father's job to return to Japan.

unfamiliar land, unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar living environment.

For Ayano, who lived in the United States from a young age, she was not very familiar with the unique customs of the Japanese, namely, "Silence is virtue" and "Smart separation of authenticity from pre-construction". I collided with everyone in my class every time there was something going on, every time there was something going on - and I ended up isolated. Japanese schools that hated foreign objects wanted to eliminate Ayano, and Ayano became a target for figs.

They hide their shoes, they throw away their textbooks, they milk their gymnastics, they graffiti their desks. Ayano received every fig standard.

I think the deep-rooted problem with figs is that I think that the victim side of the 'fig' is dressed worse as a fig than the perpetrator side of the fig is unconscious. "I wish I could talk to my teacher and my parents soon," the knowledgeable brothers say, "but confessing to it is more courageous than confronting a bully, and saying, 'If you're willing to die, you can do anything' is just an empty theory on the interpreter. There are many things in the world that I think are easier to die for.

Most of it didn't leak, and Ayano couldn't talk to her parents or teacher about it. She is a talented woman who manipulates the four languages, and she is proud to have been the central figure of her peers in the United States, and most importantly, Ayano is keen. Ayano noticed where she blamed the troubles, the environment, and hated everyone. What an easy solution, to that fact.

- Ayano fought back. Besides, it's not the ease of objecting or anything like that with your mouth - with your fist.

When I realized there were no shoes in the dumpster, I hit a classmate who was nearby. When they dumped the textbook, they beat the students in the next seat. When he was milked by gymnastics, he hit him on lunch duty. When he was graffitied by his desk, he hit Ayano, the most figured person in his class. I beat him and beat him and kept beating him. At the end of the day, I beat him just because he talked to me, and when I beat him just because he had eyes, it was like a storm. Ayano didn't know where to stay. Because the nickname is "Mad Dog", Ayano's evil deeds will be known.

Ayano came home muddy every day in the American era, even though she had some mistrust that the girl would come home full of moles every day. Well, I guess that's what you say, and Ayano's "evil deed" gets in my ear to Shuji, who was somewhat objective. Shuji punched Ayano, his daughter, with a word.

"Assuming the diplomat's daughter doesn't try to solve it with her fist bones from the start! Nothing, I don't even care what you think or how you acted! I wouldn't even say violence is unnecessary! But first, a dialogue!

You don't curse a jerk, you don't clog a jerk. I was yelled at for that stance of resolving with violence. Think about it, it's a pretty bad story... to a boulder already, sixth grade. Ayano's "Runaway" completely flaunted Nari when he decided he should avoid too flashy behavior, given what was to come. Especially by then, no one would come near Ayano, although it was the earliest treatment of the tumor.

Ayano, who graduated from elementary school, will continue to attend a private school for young ladies. In view of the insistence points, the rabies received well... but there are various adult circumstances involved around it. Purely, Ayano's good grades also worked positively.

Its schools, such as those attended by the daughters of the old Chinese ladies and politicians, for better or worse, were very 'I' strong schools. Everyone says, 'I'm the best! In that environment where she lives, Ayano's personality is not very noticeable, she manipulated foreign languages fluently, and Ayano, who takes the top name in the test, gradually became the central figure of the class. Incidentally, even to elementary school, Ayano was the tallest in his class, but he grew up in rebellion. He grew only two centimeters tall in six years, and he was treated almost exclusively as a mascot, such as "Ayano is really tiny and cute."

Several best friends and Ayano, who made dozens of friends, graduated from high school in tears and passed the highest school in Japan straight away. For Ayano, who had seen the spiciness of her parents' so-called "palace service" up close, she had not been able to become a career bureaucrat from the beginning, but had decided to take a light job with a company that had first received its insistence in a job opening that began in the third winter of college.

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There are several branches in the banking industry called 'prestigious stores', not least Sumitomo Bank, where Ayano has decided to take up employment. Nothing, stores in the city are not the only reason for fame. This is referred to as a core store located in a city designated by Cabinet Order or, if it is a former treasury bank, not only a bank, but also a store located on the founding site of the treasury headquarters, or a related store. Whether or not, stores in the city, such as' I have produced a head start in the past ', are sometimes referred to as prestigious stores.

The store to which Ayano was assigned was one of its "prestigious stores", Sumitomo Bank Marunouchi Branch. If you also consider that the children, East University graduates, and fathers who manipulate the four languages are foreign affairs careers, naturally speaking, it is natural.

"Starting today, I will be taking care of you at the Marunouchi branch, Ayano Ogawa. Thank you very much."

"Likewise, I will take care of you starting today, Kota Matsudai. Thank you very much."

First day of assignment.

Next to Ayano, welcomed in the applause of all, it seems better to say 'worn' to the suit than to say he is wearing a suit, a man who seems to stink more and more to see.

To say that two or more people will be assigned to prestigious stores, obviously one is' Omiso '. The prestige has a lot of personnel, and even if you hold luggage that doesn't hang on the chopsticks or sticks of a new entrant, it's a system that turns around enough, so this is often the case because' I'll do one good kid, so take care of him with me who doesn't know better '.

"Starting today, our Marunouchi branch will also welcome two new entrants into the new system. Okawa-san?"

After the branch manager, who split the gray hair nicely into seventy-three parts, introduced the two to everyone, he looked back to Ayano with a grin on his face.

"Yes."

You did speak English and Chinese, and French, didn't you?

"Yes, but it's a daily conversation level"

"That's enough to talk about. I'm sure you'll have to go to the lender at some point... just start with the exchange."

"Yes."

"The Bank is now very positive about the recruitment of women in managerial positions. You know what I'm trying to say?

"I understand."

"Great. Good luck, Okawa! So... right, Matsuyo to you... hey, Diplomatic Chief. Take care of him at your place."

"With us, is it... oh well... ok, then Matsuyo! You're in the Diplomatic Division! Hold on!"

"Yes!

Ayano sighed in her chest as she looked sideways at Kota snorting as she beeped at her boss's words.

"Somehow, he looks like a choro"

When I first saw Kota, Ayano held such disrespect, so disrespectful - so it was not a mistake.

Every day, Kota was yelled at by some senior or boss.

Do it, you're slow at work, do it, how long do you take to work like that, do it, if that's all you take, even elementary school can do it.

Every day, he gets so angry that he's going to be a neurosis, he says, 'If you can't, say so from the start!' 'I'll do it! I'll do it all myself!' Whatever you say, bite the computer and overtime every night. At night he takes home a set of bank regulations with both his hands full, and the next morning he attends work and gets angry again, with a clearly sleepless face. The figure was even hilarious through the earliest pity.

"... Yes, Matsuyo-san"

It's only been about three months since I came in. My boss scolded me so tightly, 'Chill your head!' Ayano was coming to the bank's rooftop, following Kota's back, who angrily followed Tobotobo and the sales room.

"Mr. Okawa... What, can of coffee?

"That's my luxury. Thanks for the drink."

"The... thank you?

Ayano pushed Ayano all the way through the canned coffee he bought from the dining room vending machine, and he said to his head, 'Why? Ayano responded with a sigh to Kota floating the question mark'.

"The bear under your eyes, it's terrible, isn't it? Even banks are in the service industry. You can't go around with a customer like that, can you?

She looks under her own eyes with her index fingers on both hands, and Ayano takes her hand mirror out of her porch and gives it to Kota in front of her mirror. Kota accidentally flaunts his face in the mirror.

"... you ruined your manhood"

"... Wow. It's not funny, is it?

"... Mr. Okawa is pretty tight, isn't he? Is that what you normally say, even if you think so?

Ayano accidentally bites his bitter smile at Kota, who exhales and drops his shoulder to show. Kota's face had become even more pitiful for Ayano's appearance.

"... you know..."

"Yeah?"

"Matsuyo-san, aren't you trying a little too hard? You worked overtime till 10: 00 yesterday, didn't you?

"Oh... well, you know. No, you know what I mean? You shouldn't waste your labor even though they say this is all about cutting expenses, cutting expenses."

"Not really."

Slightly blocked Kota's words.

"... you know what? Kobayashi."

"... I hear you quit. During that time, Nakano called."

"He was the Otomori branch, wasn't he? Looks like the recovery operation was pretty hard."

The Omori branch is one of the busiest branches in the country. Only small and medium-sized companies with exceptionally different thickness of capital from listed companies are mainly dealt with, and there are companies in Zara that seem to tilt the company's stalls at once just because the wind direction has changed a bit. Companies in poor business naturally run out of cash and will not be able to repay their loans on a set due date. This loan is called a "delinquent loan" and is called a "non-performing loan" if repayment is delayed for more than three months or if a change in the terms called a "risque" is made. Collecting this non-performing loan is one of the fine jobs of the bank… if it is to come true, it will be the most important thing the banker does not want to do.

"I miss it when the sync quits. Let's not pack too many roots, shall we?

"Well, yeah... you see, me, because I'm not in the right place"

"Bad procedure..."

"It doesn't have much capacity."

"So he said it wasn't funny."

"I'm sorry. But... I'm really the type to remember from scratch."

"That's why I take home the policy set every day? Besides, you're reading it all, aren't you?

"For once. Well, I've been reading most of it."

"By the way, what did you take home yesterday?

"Exchange Provisions Collection"

"... it doesn't make sense? 'Cause Matsuyo-san, it's diplomacy, right? I don't know if I can say this... but I've never even read about exchange clerks, you know."

"It's rather amazing, isn't it? On the contrary, I admire you."

"Really? If you work for a month or so, you'll naturally remember."

"... too awesome to be helpful, Mr. Okawa"

With a bitter smile, stir the remaining can of coffee all at once. Just then, from downstairs, I said, 'Matsuyo! How long have you been skipping?' I heard my boss.

"And yabe! It's time to go back! Thanks for the coffee, Mr. Okawa!

"Empty can! If I take that, they'll piss me off again! Here!"

"Thankyou! See you, Mr. Okawa!

"Ah, Matsuyo-san! What I said--"

"Okay! Watch out for" Matsuyo! I'm coming! So long, Mr. Okawa!

I rushed down the stairs and said to Kota, 'It's dangerous!' And he called out, and Ayano dropped off his back.

"... don't try too hard, Salary"

Ayano, who remembers letting go of his own can of coffee in the porch, silently removes it and matches it to an empty can placed on his handrail. Only the dry sound of kachin was wooden on the roof.

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Six months after his entry, Ayano was transferred to a diplomat. The district in charge is after Haotai, a land that has no banking appeal at all. Still, it's a neighborhood where someone has to turn, and it's not the best neighborhood to put Ayano, a newcomer, around no matter how much expectation he says he has.

"Yes, Okawa-san."

Tuesday after the third holiday. Ayano, who couldn't even schedule an appointment with a friend and was eager to relax and read at home, was at work with a sleepy eye rub. The bad news is Harry.

"Oh, Matsuyo-san. It's been a long time since we've had anything, even though it's the same store."

"Diplomacy and exchange are different upstairs. So, what do you say? Diplomacy, you having fun?

"Normal......?

"Normal... I don't know, Mr. Ogawa, right? I'm already a helo. Exchange is nervous."

"Really?"

"... it's Mr. Okawa. It's easy, isn't it? Exchange, diplomacy."

"Nothing easy... ah, but I hate fridays"

"I don't like Friday...... oh, Mr. Spring Wind Hall?

"Yes. Collect money every week, Friday. Even though I don't have a big deposit or a loan, I've been held captive for an hour or two to talk about the same thing in the long run... I'm not really interested in talking about the war, am I?" Young Things Are Really Blessed Today, "nothing. It's not my fault I was born into young people today."

Sumitomo Bank Marunouchi Branch has a long-established Japanese confectionery shop, Spring Feng Tang, which has been established for over two hundred years. At the end of the tabernacle, when the ancestors of the Sumitomo treasury came out to Edo to fly a flag from one of Izu's countryside, the fringe of silently lending the house to a young monk with no credit or money continues to be a joint cotton...... If you say so, he is a customer with no money at all, whose dealings continue only with his brother-in-law and his affection.

"Well don't say that. If it weren't for that Japanese confectionery shop, there wouldn't be a Sumitomo group. And that's how we didn't banker either."

"It's nothing good. If I don't have a place to stay, I'm going to Tokyo Suwa Bank."

"... well, Mr. Okawa will... so, but! It would be interesting to hear a good story, about that grandfather. Look, Executive Director Nagata's story."

"Oh... when managing director Nagata was a new entrant, he went out with the tea party and paralyzed his legs, talking about shifting the then branch manager's snail?

"Yes! Managing Director Nagata turned bright blue and said to that grandfather, 'Please, help me! Say'!

"I'm not interested, that's the story. I've never met Executive Director Nagata."

"I don't know what to say... it's really a one-off, isn't it, Okawa-san?"

"Isn't that right? What are you going to do, take care of yourself more than a hundred years ago? It's time for humans to go to Mars instead of the moon?

"... Were you going to Mars?

"Aya the Word! Anyway, that's how times go! I owe it to you in those times..."

Kota smiles with a forgiving bitterness against Ayano, who swells her cheeks when she looks like an idiot. I don't know what it feels like, but... well, I'm too angry.

"Well, don't say that. Anyway, let's get to work, shall we? Oh, yeah! Why don't we go get a drink in sync for a while around this week? I'll be the executive."

"Oh, that's good! All right, let's enjoy that and get through Friday's ordeal!

"Suffering... let's work hard anyway"

"Whoa. See you in the mail!

After breaking up with Hota, Ayano also lightly heads upstairs to his diplomatic seat. I greeted my boss and said, 'What? You're in a good mood after the holidays,' he said. 'You know what I mean?' He smiles back, sits at his desk and sets up his computer. The week's appointments appear sloppy, fed up with a schedule that says "10: 00 a.m., Japanese confectionery shop," but still lowers the buffet just a little by adding a "sync meeting" and a new schedule to it -

"- Mr. Okawa. I'm calling from Spring Feng Tang."

Friday.

The clock needle goes around 4: 30, just over half an hour to finish. I told my boss, 'I'll be up on time today!' Declare, exasperated. Well, let's get to work on the return journey! It is a matter of arrow tips. Even though I was sick of the inside, I told the woman on the phone exchange to connect me to the inside, and I pressed the hold button.

"I've changed your mind, it's Okawa."

"Oh, Mr. Okawa? It's Spring Feng Tang."

"Thank you for always taking care of me"

"Thank you for your help. Um, Mr. Okawa? It's a wire transfer I left for you today, isn't it? You did handle this, didn't you? I just got a call from the other party saying I haven't made a deposit yet."

"Transfer?"

"Yes, transfer. You gave it to him with the ledger and the slip, didn't you?

Trying to ask back what it was about.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. President."

'So... oh, I totally forgot. I have an important transfer today. "

"Transfer, is it? I've already closed my property today, and shouldn't you bring it to the Bank or next Friday?

'I'm sorry. I was a little bummed today...... besides, I promised the other party that I would transfer it by the end of the day...... I can't, can I?

'No...... oh, I get it. Then I'll keep it and go home. "

Ayano's head flashes back this morning's conversation with Spring Feng Tang.

"... fu, transfer, right? Or do you mind if I check and call you back?

Stuck in words, I manage to return it that way. My hands tremble and the back of my throat dries to a crisp. Wire transfer? Oh, yeah, I did keep it. But if you turn it around with the money,

- Really?

I took the cash and slip to the depositor. But what about the exchange slip? Receipt for the transfer, are you home? With the ledger, you threw it in a bag of property to keep? No, I did turn...

"I don't mind that...... the other side, it was Cancún that without this deposit the bills would be out of bounds...... would you please do it sooner if you could?

- Ayano's face caught my blood. "Wait for the other person to hang up before putting down the receiver," he said, making a noise with Gachan as if he had forgotten Iloha's (a) of the business manners taught in the first training, Ayano moves his cleverly immobile leg desperately and runs to the exchange clerk, a workplace until three months ago.

"Matsudai-kun!

"Oh, Mr. Okawa? What's the matter, change your blood phase? We got a little bit more till time, don't we? Oh, did you think maybe I'd be working overtime again? It's okay! I'm done for today."

"Transfer!"

"- I'm out of work... Huh?

"Transfer of Spring Wind Hall! I wonder if Spring Feng Tang's wire transfer is coming around today!

"Shu, Harufeng-dong? No, I don't remember processing it today - Mr. Okawa!

Take the stairs you just ran down and walk backwards with all your strength. On several occasions, Ayano finally went upstairs and reached the rack where the diplomatic bag was located with the momentum as it stood, opening the diplomatic bag.

"... there was"

Behind the diplomatic bag. Ayano darkens in front of her on the visible payment form and transfer slip.

"Oh, Mr. Okawa? What's the matter, you're in such a hurry..."

Feeling strange about Ayano's impending attitude, Hota, who came up upstairs following Ayano, saw Ayano's gripping slip and transfer form - the date and took his breath by accident.

"Oh, Mr. Okawa... that's..."

Kota realizes the seriousness of the matter and makes a plundering voice. Anyone at the bank will notice, it's simple... but you should never do it, hell of a mistake.

"... not sent, right?

A workplace called a bank is basically a workplace where mistakes are never tolerated. Because the customer believes in the bank and trusts the money, and the bank has an obligation to honor it in good faith.

Nevertheless, it is easy to imagine that it is an ideal theory. Even bankers are human, and mistakes are natural. If you ask me, the bank is simultaneously conducting two contradictory regulations: 'Don't Make Mistakes' and 'Recover After Mistakes Happen'.

"Heh, transfer to! Transfer to!

"and Hiroshima Branch of Tokai Bank…"

"In another bank, and Hiroshima... sucks"

Best of all, "Don't Do It," which is this "Unsent Domestic Exchange."

Domestic exchange refers to transfers. The transfer is a payment system capable of delivering funds from Hokkaido to the north, Okinawa to the south and Tsunauraura to the whole country, and each bank processes the transfer in accordance with the system to which the banks of the country belong. There is a time limit, when you cross that time.

"And anyway, call Spring Feng Tang! Confirm if this transfer is good on Monday!

"No, you can't! 'Cause if this transfer doesn't come in, the other company's bills won't drop!

This is what happens. If you cross the time, cry or persevere, there's nothing more you can do. I just have to transfer the funds first thing in the morning the next business day.

"What's up, noisy...... and isn't it Matsuyo? Long time no see. What do you say we get used to a little exchange water?

"Or, Chief!

"What, so hasty? Yeah? Isn't that a transfer form? Okay, Okawa? Properties deposited by customers are entered properly on your computer -"

Talk that far, and the head of the diplomatic section realizes it.

"-Okawa."

"Yes, sir"

"This... where was it?

"Oh, the..."

"I hear where it was!

"Hih! Or the bag... oh, the back..."

Ayano's, to the answer.

"This... big idiot mon!

Sounds all over the floor, anger. On Friday of the flowers, the attendant who starts the return schedule stops and sees the chief and Ayano, as well as Kota.

"You, what are you thinking! What world has a moron holding a property to be processed on the same day!

"Su, Sumi Ma -"

"Apologies are good! So! Is this funding ok even on Monday!

"Yes, no, that"

"You can't!

"Yes! I need to transfer by the end of the day... oh, the other party's bill won't fall..."

In Ayano's words, the face of the section chief, who had dyed his face bright red until earlier, turns bright blue.

"The bill won't fall... you, it won't pass! Hey, Ogawa! You know the magnitude of your mistake!

"Yes!

"You've been floating around all day today, haven't you? Look, I'm getting paid to work, you idiot!

Ayano puts tears in his eyes and holds a trembling fist. Can't even see Ayano like that, the section chief sat up to almost collapse into the chair that was close to him and put his hand on his forehead.

"... what are you going to do with this"

Words leaked from your own heart, not asking anyone. The words struck Ayano in the ear, and the tears that had become overwhelming passed through his cheeks and fell to the floor.

"... section chief"

"... what, Matsuyo. Were you still there?

Section chief with a tired look and inebriated eyes. I guess so, even if I forgot to process the transfer the bank deposited. Besides, if I don't transfer it by the end of the day, the company will crumble. No matter how much damages are claimed, it's a big mistake you can't say anything about.

"Well... Chief, don't you know anyone from the Hiroshima branch?

I don't know Hiroshima from the East China Sea.

"No, it's the Bank's Hiroshima branch"

"Our?... Oh, you have one. He's acting head of the loan department."

"Then get in touch with that person immediately! It's only 4: 45! Today's account is open until 4: 50!

"Oh, come on, Matsuyo. You, what are you talking about? Well, we do have an open account, but the transfer account system..."

"So! You're taking the cash!

"Shh, cash? To Hiroshima? I can do that..."

Tell me, Chief, I notice something.

"Wah... Keh?

Precision floated in the section chief's face. On his face, which was blue until earlier, Zhu returns one by one, with his excitement, screaming.

"There you go, Matsuyo! I see, you have that hand!

"Yes!"

"Hang up the replacement slip immediately! Miyano!"

"Yes! Is that a test mark?

"That's right! I'll put a call in Hiroshima as soon as I can! Koyama, please report to the Branch Manager and contact the Branch Manager in Hiroshima immediately! Instead of contacting Mr. Hiroshima directly from us, the Hiroshima branch manager would be better off putting in a phone! We'll be seeing each other at a meeting or a party or something!

As the diplomatic floor moved suddenly and hastily, Ayano stood still, not understanding what the hell was going on on on this floor. The chief noticed Ayano like that, he raised his voice.

"Okawa! You, what are you poking at! Come on, hit the payout slip!

"Heh? is that a payout? Huh... Huh?

"Ahhh! That's enough! Nagasawa! You hit him!

"Hey, Chief! Wait! Well, what the hell! What the hell is going on? Let's, uh, explain! Shell -"

"I don't have time to explain it to you! We've only got five minutes!

Lifting the receiver in a hurry, pressing the dial of the Hiroshima branch.

"One thing I can say is,"

Put your hands on the mouth of the call, smile and show me.

"I mean saved by the Matsuyo. Me and you."

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"... that's unusual, Okawa-kun"

"... Yes"

"It's the most serious thing you can do as a banker, such as grip the property you keep from your customers for a day. No, as a banker, not as a business person, I don't think I can complete the request."

'The bill was settled safely. However, please do this only this time, "the Hiroshima branch of the Tokai Bank called the branch manager a little around 7: 00 p.m. The Branch Manager's words glide over Ayano's head, who stood in front of the Branch Manager's seat and chewed his lips off and leaned down. I'm sorry, sorry, I'm not even willing to make excuses.

"... that's enough. Spring breeze hall is better than that. Come and apologize immediately."

To the words of the branch manager, Ayano looks up unexpectedly.

"Oh, to apologize, is it?

"... what is it? Can't you even apologize for your mistake?

"Yes, no! Well, it's not... that... alone, is it?

This word is not Ayano's escape from responsibility. Ayano and I fully understand the magnitude of my mistakes and the awkwardness of those mistakes. But Ayano's mistake is not Ayano's "only" mistake. Bank wise, Ayano's mistake, but from the customer's point of view, "Sumitomo Bank Marunouchi Branch" 's mistake. Although it is rather natural for the branch manager, who is the head of the branch, to go bow his head, and he only informed the branch manager to that effect.

"- Are you telling me to bow my head any further!

Branch manager's anger flies. Branch manager in Hiroshima, branch manager in Tohoku Tokai, branch manager who lowered his unfamiliar head in a day with the exchange manager at headquarters. "Branch Manager of a Prestigious Store," he yelled at Ayano and took his seat as he was angry with his high pride.

"... I'm disappointed in you, Okawa-san"

He left it like a throwaway dialogue, shut the door abusively and left the sales room behind. Ayano, just staring back at that back, looks back - and realizes.

"- Ah."

Words are bad, but the branch manager 'escaped' the case. Idiots who dare to pick up chestnuts in the fire themselves.

"... Mr. Okawa, let's go. I'm a former head of staff, too, and I'd rather go apologize to Okawa alone... well, the dead trees are about as busy as the mountains are, but I think it's better."

There he is. Ayano's synchronization shows a pitiful grin, like trouble. It's Kota.

"Ma... do it, you?

"Look, it's already around 7: 00, right? Spring Feng Tang, I'm sure you'll be waiting."

Diplomatic bags and Kota to show with crude items to the degree of brother-in-law. Ayano followed his back straight to Kota's voice, "I'll be there soon," he said.

Spring Feng Tang is about fifteen minutes walk from Sumitomo Bank Marunouchi branch. Never luxurious, but the ancient buildings that survived the Great Kanto Earthquake and the Tokyo Air Strike had a sense of history combined with the atmosphere of Rin, and the president reaching the age of seventy-six in the royal year of relaxing smoke at the doorstep, creating the impression of a single painting.

"President!"

"Yeah?... Oh, isn't this you Matsuyo! Long time no see, how have you been?

"In shame. What about the president? Is it any different?

"This is the year. The rest of the heat is tight inside..."

He talks so much and gives me a surprised look. Because he saw Ayano shrinking behind Kota as if he were hiding.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Okawa? What's the matter with you?

A president with a soft grin as usual. To Ayano, who tried to say something, opened and closed his mouth and still closed his mouth without being able to say anything, the look on the President's face becomes rude.

"What is it? The fact that you're coming to Matsuyo is not a very good story. Please, go up."

"May I? Well, this is the time..."

"You're not even talking about doing it on the doorstep. Hey, Bhaya. Can you make me three cups of tea?"

I stick my face in the entrance, and I hear a reply from the back saying 'yes' and I nod one satisfactorily. Come on, go ahead and pass Hota and Ayano through the store. The bright out store is somewhat cold, and ancient goes hand in hand scared inside.

"Come on, have a seat."

As soon as he lowered his hips to a space made so that he could eat and drink only a little in the store, Kota bowed his head in momentum.

"I'm so sorry, President!

"Also, I'm sorry!

Ayano also bows his head in the momentum of hitting the table as follows Kota. The president was surprised to round his eyes at the sudden attitude of those two.

"Duh, what's wrong, you two? And, for now, head! Keep your head up!

Just now, the wife who brought the tea called out and panicked, "Oh, Grandpa, abuse these adorable kids..." etc.

"Yes, what the hell happened?

The president asks me if I can get my wife back. Eventually Ayano, who raised her head, began to tell her how things were going.

……

President who finishes listening to Ayano and continues his silence with his arms in his arms. Ayano was stiffening her body with the fear and shame of what kind of cursing murmur could be bathed from her mouth.

"So... you're not bothering the other guy, are you?

"Yes! Tokai Bank has contacted us that the bills have been successfully settled."

"... Hmm"

Unwrap the assembled hands and slowly sip the tea on the table. After making a noise and sipping with Zuzu, the president of Chunfengdo slowly returned the tea bowl to the table and opened his mouth.

"... you've talked about Nagata, haven't you?

"... Yes"

"At that time, Nagata, like Mr. Okawa today, asked me to treat him with his head down, almost crying. Fortunately, the branch manager at the time was a big weigher, and please laugh and forgive Nagata for your disrespect..."

Well, Mr. Okawa, and.

"Do you know why I wanted to help you, Nagata?

Ayano shakes his head to the left and right in silence to President Harufengdo, who asks him to tell him so.

"... I don't know"

"Nagata, you've come a long way. Every Friday, it would be a pain in the ass to just go around such a small company that you're not even a frequently traded customer, 'cause you went a little nearby' or 'the bun the president made, if you took it to the customer, you'd have a good reputation! Wrap about ten of them!' I'm sure it wouldn't have helped him in any way. '

That's what I said, laugh small.

"Sumitomo is a big bank. It's not just the kind of company that represents Japan, it's also being traded around the world. If I saw it from you... it would be at the end of the tree, like my company."

"Oh, no..."

"Isn't that true, Mr. Okawa? You always looked like a pain in the ass when you came to us, didn't you? 'Such a small company, why do I have to turn,' didn't you think?

"-!"

"Maybe he was cleverly misled so that he wouldn't be noticed. But? When I start talking, 'Here we go again' and 'Every time, just a long story', and you think so, you get on your face. And I'm a lot older than you guys. I understand that."

Talk that far, the president takes a seat. To the sudden attitude of its president: 'Shh, president!' Hota hurriedly tries to call it off, but Ayano couldn't move.

- It was noticed.

- It was spotted.

Even if I meant to be clever and deceptive, it's too awkward from an aging person, such an act. Pathetic, if I accidentally had a hole, I could have that urge to go in. I really wanted to disappear, I wanted to be gone, and I thought...

"- Cute? Mr. Okawa?"

I look up all the time to the words that take me overhead. There was a gentle smile on the President's face there. I had one bun in my hand, and I looked left and right in a hurry, and there was the same shape of bun on Kota's palm.

"... this... what?

"Please eat and see, Mr. Okawa. Come on, Matsuyo, too."

Ayano took a bun from the palm of the president and carried it to his mouth as he was urged, even though he had a strange look at the president's actions.

"Shh, President! Here, this!

The voice rose from Kota next door. Ayano kept the bun in his mouth without saying a word.

- Sweet.

It's sweet indeed. But this sweetness is not the sweetness of the filling. This feeling of swinging in your mouth.

"It's finally finished. Matsuyo, you said," Raw Cream Buns. "Think I'll be in the store next week? It's a prototype...... what do you say?

"Ugh, it's delicious - it wasn't, it's delicious!

"Really, that's good"

The president smiling with joy as he further messed up his wrinkly face looked back at Ayano with a grin intact and spoke gently as if he were a grandfather merciful of his pranky grandson.

"Is this, Mr. Okawa? Matsuyo gave me a thought."

"Matsuyo-san, what?

"'There are some fine department stores around. I can also pick up sweets everywhere on the internet. Keep it up, boss, we're poor! A child my grandson's age says that on the first day of greeting. What a rude kid, I wondered what kind of clerk Sumitomo hired..."

- But I was happy, he said.

"Matsuyo wasn't just talking. They chart the sweetness of sales around the country, find out what kind of sales ops the extra company has in place... not just on Friday, but every day."

……

"No matter how big or how small the company is, it's not like the company and the company are going out with you. In the end, it's people you end up with. This time, Mr. Okawa. You made a very big mistake. That's it, you know?

"... Yes"

"No matter how good someone is, mistakes happen. When you make that mistake, whether you want to forgive me or be angry if I can't forgive you is a relationship you've been with. I am not a fine person. I'm not a decent person, and I can't forgive you for scorning me and looking at you lightly."

- Despair.

What the president is saying is surprisingly true. People can be nice to people because they've been nice to them. How can you forgive a man who scorned himself, made a fool of himself, and slapped a shadow mouth with 'such a small company'? There's no way I can do that, of course.

"Ho, I'm so, so sorry -"

I bowed my head impulsively, to block Ayano's words of apology.

"... but"

Smile and turn your gaze to Kota.

"Please forgive Matsuyo for thinking about this bun. Let's forget about this one."

The president's, to that word.

Ayano looks up like he's been played. At the end of his gaze was the president smiling with Nico the same way he had earlier.

"Uh... ah... wow... can you?

"I can't forgive you. But I'm an old man, Mr. Okawa. I've also been forgetting a lot lately, so if it's Monday anyway, I'm forgetting Colo. So, this Friday,"

Please, come and smile. We'll be waiting, won't we? and.

"Oh... Menno... Yi"

... to that gentle smile, Ayano's tear glands collapsed.

"Yeah, yeah. It's human. There are mistakes."

"Oh, I'm not! It's not! Me... Me!

"I know. I know."

"I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean to apologize, but, you know, I'm really, really sorry!

"Oh, oh... I won't cry, I won't cry. Look, the corner sweet bun gets soaked. And you're ruining it, aren't you?

Slowly stroke Ayano's head with a wrinkly palm. Ayano ate the bun obsessively, feeling the warmth of riding overhead and a little weight. Though the advice of the president in the corner was vain, and the bun was already soaked.

Ayano felt the warmth.

◇◆◇◆◇◆

"Gus...... hey"

"Yeah?"

Return from Spring Feng Tang. Ayano, who cried down, was laughed at by the president for reflexively manipulating Gu by "Awesome Face" and Boso muttering Kota, and if there was a hole in it in a different way than earlier, there might be an event I wanted to go in... eventually, he even let me have the souvenir of "Raw Cream Bun".

"Well... thank you,"

"I didn't do anything. The president of Spring Wind Hall, he's a good man, isn't he?

Kota laughs when she says that like it's nothing. Ayano shook her neck to the left and right, slightly denying the words.

"... I thought Spring Feng Tang was such a company as just collecting money to listen and go home. A company that doesn't make any sense, it doesn't have any value... yes, I thought"

"... well, see. Surely Harukdo doesn't have the kind of projects that need money, and I can't help thinking about it."

"But you were different. I came up with an idea for Spring Feng Tang, taught him a sales strategy, and let him create new products."

Turning to collections in the same way and listening in the same way...... but the conclusion I drew is the opposite.

"Hey...... how come? How did you get so far, Harufeng-dong?

Pure doubt. In response to Ayano's question, he cheeked like only a little lit up, and, uh, tried to delude him... sigh as if he'd given up on Ayano's serious expression, one.

"... don't you laugh?

"I'll laugh."

"Well, then - laugh? You're laughing!

"Don't you laugh? Isn't it funny to hear that? You're supposed to laugh like that."

"Oh, Mr. Okawa... he's a big guy after all"

- Hey, sigh bigger than earlier.

"... I am. It's not a good idea."

……

"I can't remember banking at all just once, and I don't know anything about reading the policy set. We have to do this one at a time. There's nothing we can do."

It's a pitiful story, but laugh at yourself.

"He said he did it to customers. Here's the thing, 'That's amazing!' I don't have any ideas to surprise customers, and I can't get everyone to take a big breathtaking project. I know what I can do... so I'm just trying to do what I can."

"Well... what can you do?

"Be honest with the customer."

Would you like a cup of coffee? And, pointing to vending machines, I bought two canned coffee without even hearing from Ayano. Yes, I handed Ayano a bottle and Kota opened the pull tab.

"... I can't do anything, so I want to at least be the best banker for my customers. I intend to run the company and I want to work hard for it"

Don't tell me, but I've actually had a fight with Spring Wind Hall, too, let me see it with a laugh.

"At first, the president was strong." We've been here for 200 years with a bunch of Japanese sweets. I can't pretend to be a western sweet now '. You have good management resources around the corner, but you can't take advantage of them, can you? If you say that, you're young, but you're busy! What... "

……

"I don't like sweet things that much either. 'Then that's enough! Please be my guest! You should just make Japanese sweets for the rest of your life! I'll tell you what, huh?' I don't make it 'and' I can't make it 'for a different reason!' Leave me a throwaway dialogue. '

That's what I said, snapping in the back of my throat as if I remembered something. To Ayano, who was surprised, he bowed his head and Kota continued his words.

"... next Friday. The president says, 'Please come up a little bit' when you go to collect the money as usual. Last week was last week, so I thought I'd get bummed up in the Chamber... come on!

"Don't hoard it. What?"

"On the table, cakes, cakes, cakes. • Cheesecake on short, chocolate and Mont Blanc...... what is it, this? If you ask me. 'He said you couldn't make it, so I made it. It's easy to show off, I don't know about western confectionery'. The president is warm, but yeah, I see him. I figured he was Edoko, and he said how much I hate to make him and show him because he was kinda stirred up by people like his grandson... already, it's funny if you think about it that way! When it blows out, the president laughs out with it. The two of us laughed at the Guerraggera and ate the cake. Sweet stuff. You don't like it that much, you're a cake buffet, huh? What kind of torture is that?"

Looks really funny, laugh like that.

"... so the president finally listened to me, too. Trial and error between the two of us, saying," Oh, no, not like this. "

……

"Well, I don't know if I'm going really smart. Still, I don't think it's a bad thing to say something positive. Then I guess it's the best I can do as a banker."

Throw the finished can of coffee in the crumb cage, against Kota, who said, 'Shall we go home then?'

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you another one?

"Uh... what?

"Um, the unsent transfer. Matsuyo said something and the whole floor was kind of exciting, and I went somewhat cleverly without understanding why..."

"... oh. Look, it's not until 4: 25 today to transfer to the extra bank, is it? But if it's addressed to the bank, we can get there by 4: 50, right?

"Yep. Sure, if it's addressed to the Bank, we can get there by 4: 50..."

The biggest problem with unsent domestic exchange accidents is here, where my bank can't solve it alone. Almost all banks in Japan share the payment system, so after the system runs, it won't go any further.

However, the conversation changes slightly when branches of banks in my place become one another. Even after the transfer time to another bank has elapsed, it will be extended somewhat if it is addressed to itself.

"So, Spring Feng Tang, you don't have an account at the Hiroshima branch? You can't send money."

The transfer cannot be made without an account in the relevant branch. It is the same image as not being able to send mail to a person without an address.

"We'll pay the transfer amount out of Harukdo first, won't we? So transfer it to a separate deposit at our Hiroshima branch."

Separate deposits are one of the bank's deposit types. I'll skip the details, but if you think it's a temporary depository of funds, I can help.

"After transferring it to a separate deposit, I ask the representative of Hiroshima Branch to take it to Tohoku Tokai Bank with the cash I paid separately. Put that cash in the other party's account and settle the bill."

Look, it's done, and...

"Oh, no... So, can you do it?

"Because this time the amount was two million. If this was 100 million or 200 million, I wouldn't have been able to do it... but at the end of the month, you were lucky that the money was in the Hiroshima branch. Mr. Higashito also gave priority to dropping the bills and waited for me to reconcile the accounts... lucky for you, true"

"La, what luck! So, but it!

"Hmm?"

"Hey, why? How do you know how to do that, Matsuyo? I've never heard of it or seen it!

"No... well, look. I'm on a policy set."

Really, like nothing.

Without feeling it, Ayano's hips can be accidentally crushed by such a hota with even a smile on his face. "Yes, I'm fine! 'Ayano stood up, controlling what kind of Kota with his hands and putting his strength on his trembling feet.

"I don't know what to say anymore... Matsuyo is so much bigger. You've come up with that a lot in that short time, haven't you?

"If it was an exchange, I'd probably make a mistake once. No, I'm careful not to do it... but I was wondering if I could keep it as knowledge."

"I'm really... I'm so surprised I don't have any more words."

After paying the pride on the bread and hem and posturing correctly.

"- Thank you, sir."

Carefully folding his hips, Ayano bows his head to Kota. Hota raised her voice as she was surprised at Ayano's appearance.

"Hey, Mr. Okawa! No, please don't, you're such an over the top!

"It's not over. You saved me... yeah, not just me, Harukdo, Harukdo's business partner... Sumitomo Bank. I really appreciate that."

- So.

"- Thank you so much."

I didn't even hear Kota stop me, and I kept bowing my head to Ayano.

"... keep your head up, Mr. Okawa"

The voice of Kota mixed with sighs and bitter laughter. In the eyes of Ayano, who raised his head so that he could follow his voice.

"You told me that before, Mr. Okawa?" I miss quitting sync, "he said. I'm so happy for you."

That's what I said, to the appearance of Kota, who laughs without giving in.

"... Oh, that?

- Ayano's chest rang small with one "Tong".

"Synchronous love, so one"

"So, but! Then I'm not convinced!

Simply capturing the edge of such a word, synchronized 'love', makes the beat dont go faster. Unaware of the identity of Tokun, Tokun and his heartbeat, Ayano spins his words in a hurry. That, Kota smiles bitterly about 'OK, OK' on too many swordscreens.

"Yeah, well... I'll lend it to you."

"Do that."

"So... I want that 'loan' back soon?

"... Huh?

Serious, eyesight. Staring at him with that look, Ayano's beating rate gets faster again.

... Huh? Oh, that? This, is that it? You mean, give me back my loan? Oh, you know, maybe 'hang out with me' or something. Oh, no, no, Ayano, you can't! So, basically, I don't hate Matsuyo-san... but... hey, no, no, no, no! It's so temporarily distracting and easy... but, you know, Matsuyo-san helped me today, and, but, you know, the first time... but Matsuyo-san, you know...

"Please be nice because this is my first time!

"... what are you talking about, Mr. Okawa?

"... to?

I panicked, and Ayano's eyes, who said so almost like screaming, showed Kota's face and cell phone as if he was in trouble.

"... what, a cell phone?

"Today's drinking party, it's already way past rally time! I've been on my gun phone for a while now! Mr. Okawa, come with me. - Mr. Okawa? What, you look so scared"

"... who is you..."

"Hey, what? What's wrong? Huh? Why are you holding your fist? Huh? Huh? You're not gonna help me?

"I'll help! Or it's not my fault! Where else would I get my loan back, you idiot!

"Yeah, yeah! No, because I'm an executive..."

"People are too good! You'll fool me at some point, you!

"Hey, that's unreasonable - I want! Why are you hitting me?

"May fly, May fly! I'll lend you my phone!

The moonlight gently illuminates, in the city.

Dyed my cheeks with anger and more shame - still, it was a smile that was floating in Ayano's face.

◇◆◇◆◇◆

Since that incident, Hota's reputation has risen to the top of the eel and said... Oh, my God. It is certainly in the hands of Kota that he was able to skilfully avoid a major accident, but banking is not a basic additionalism, but a reductionism. Even if there is one good place, if there is any further loss, I will be relentlessly angry. As usual, Kota's processing speed never got faster, and from downstairs he said, 'What time are you doing it, Matsuyo! Turn it around!' 'Yes!' What an uninterrupted voice.

"I'm pissed off, that idiot"

'Hey, this! Why isn't my seal pressed! How many years are we doing the exchange! It's a month!' 'Don't talk to me!' What an irrational way to get angry, but still don't glance, don't persevere, think of Hota doing one thing diligently by being as foolish as usual, and smile on the edge of Ayano's mouth.

"Really, I don't have a choice. When you're done with your work today, can I help you with something?

Since that one incident, Ayano has encouraged more work than ever before. Thoroughly wash out questions and problems, think together, and find solutions around each company as well as Spring Feng Tang.

"Kind of like Matsuyo, Mr. Okawa. Is it synchronized?

'Yes!'

"Oh well. So this is a big winning year for Mr. Sumitomo. Yeah, I know you guys might not be very happy to say big wins... but no, there wasn't a lot of clerks out there who would seriously think about such a small company. We mean a big win. '

I've been told that at a customer's place. Kota was in charge of the company for only six months. In those six months, the customer remembered about Hauta, thanked Hauta for what she had done, and it did appear that Hauta's will resided. That's just a little bit of regret...... but more than that, Ayano remembers very gladly.

'No! I'm so glad you said that as a banker!

Every time I was praised for Hota, Ayano's heart sounded like a May fly. 'Sick?' I have no intention of deluding you or putting you away. By then, Ayano had fully understood the meaning of the highs in his chest.

That is - I am in love with "Kota Matsudai".

"Welcome back"

"I'm home."

Eventually, about a year after I joined. Hota successfully finished the exchange clerk and returned to the diplomat.

"My customers are still saying 'Matsuyo-san, Matsuyo-san' because you have a lot going on, right? When a predecessor is good, a successor struggles. Take your hands off me a little longer."

"I'll put it well. The other day, the wife of East-West Construction Industries came to transfer. Ayano-chan, Ayano-chan is amazing - I complimented him. 'He taught me how to calculate the cost of construction and all that, and it helped me so much... after all, she's a girl by now! I was taught how to make out, okay? Kota, do I look about ten years younger?'... what am I supposed to do, to me?"

"Oh? Is that a bad thing?

"No way. I'm bored with bankers just talking about work. We can chat and it's numb... I think" girl "is one of Okawa-san's uri. At least I can't, I don't know how to make it up."

"... hey"

"What?"

"Well, why don't you quit saying" Mr. "Okawa? It's synchronous, and Ogawa is a good call away. I'll call you Matsuyo, too."

"Yep. Let's get rid of the girls."

"A girl... you, what are you talking about catching a woman over twenty? Come on, I'm gonna go around and take over today. I won't, Matsuyo!

It didn't take that long until the two designations, which were between calling each other "Matsuda-kun" and "Okawa", changed to "Matsuda-kun" and "Okawa", and the pattern changed to "Hota" and "Ayano" during that time. Every day, every day, the two of you who make the argument, the seniors, say, 'Are you guys dating?' And it was also common to be chilled around.

I also heard from Kota himself that he was able to "girlfriend". Instead, Ayano was even consulted. For Ayano, who realized her own feelings, the consultation felt like she would be torn apart, but she nevertheless earnestly advised him in the hope of Haota's happiness, and eventually received a report that she was going to go out with him, and wet her pillow... but it also seemed silly to feel that way immediately.

"Ayano! I, she's here!

'Oh, yeah. Last time it was two months... now it's about a month?

"Oh, isn't that terrible?

'It's not terrible. Good? I've told you many times, but don't take that stance you're going to get along with right now because you've been confessed. You're gonna get stabbed sometime. "

"No, but... I'm sorry I said no."

"Foreword withdrawn. Get stabbed. '

'... sympathy, will you come?

'I'll go for you. To apply salt to the wound'

"A ghost!

Ayano was still happy, even though he was pioneered by the evil of Kota's "femininity". Anyway, the women who become Hota's girlfriends only see Hota's 'title'. Yes. After all, I was proud that I was the one who knew the essence of him best, and I didn't think that was a mistake. I thought I was the closest 'woman' to Kota.

- So.

"... the moon, it's so beautiful"

Ayano's body trembles at such an old-fashioned confession, not like the usual Kota, like he took it around.

Happy.

Happy, happy.

Happy, happy, happy.

He sings joy, and he tries to answer, 'You can die now,' as the bouncing emotional discharge goes.

Mr. Okawa, you look just like Matsuyo-san.

Lid gently to your own feelings that you almost answered.

I haven't caught up with Kota yet.

I haven't lined up with Kota yet.

Right now, next to Ho Tai, next to Ho Tai, is closest to both Ho Tai's fame. When you acknowledge such a happy environment, where you love more than anyone and are loved more than anyone else.

"... you're underserved."

I'm sure I won't make it.

Even if you can't beat Hota, if you can't catch up with Hota, just let him in beside Hota, and that's all I'm satisfied with.

- I can't allow Ayano Okawa to hold on to that.

"You stay put! I told you, you're underserved!

- It's too light for you to play Kalesi like me. So wait, Kota. I'm going to be a woman like you.

"I don't know what that means!

I exhale exasperatively in my chest to my own thinkers who do not understand that word beyond words, and still, well, I don't know how to suppress that chest that hits more than slightly at that clumsy confession of love, but even its breathlessness is sweet, loving without accumulation, satisfying.

- Later, she regrets it. I didn't dress up, and I should have accepted Kota's confession then, he said.

◇◆◇◆◇◆

"You... who the hell are you?

In front of me, a beautiful woman says so.

"So, who? Uh, Mr. Erica? Who... Look, it's Coata."

In front of me, my thoughts look like I'm in a hurry, in a hurry.

"Cotta? Really... Really, Coata?

"Really, Mr. Erica? Hey -"

One step, the thinker who approaches her. The thinker approached, the same distance.

"Hih!

Beautiful women make room for themselves by falling behind.

"- Ah."

Clear, reject. In that attitude, which was too obvious, Kota pulled in his stretched hand, sadly, uncut, and floated that complaint from time to time.

- This neighborhood was the limit.

"... hey, is that good?

This is the venue for harmony? - You know what?

Is he royal? - It doesn't matter.

It's adults who read the air and say nothing? - Oh, yeah. Good for you, then, kid.

"Hey, 'real' ho fat... what?

Love.

Love, love.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I won't do it, give me Kota.

If I never see you again, I will be knocked down by the abyss of despair, and I will still see you again, my dear, I made you look like this.

"Ho, the real Coata... you know... you're sweet, you don't have to say that, so..."

Swirling, blackening emotions.

"... heh"

Nah, I was wondering if you were with her from "Hota" so far.

I can't find any point in hiding or hiding Hota's feelings about whether he has only looked at such a surface on the top.

"... if you say so, I'll be fat."

Then... then.

"- They did call me 'Demon King'."

- "Magic" by such a bad "Demon King," I'll solve it and lift it up.

Ayano warped the edge of his mouth and said so.