"Masaru Yikes... what are you doing?
"Hmm? Maybe... something golf-like?
Only the club really crafts the rounded scraped balls with an iron that I can't manage to fly straight to the distance during the break.
"Let's not hit anyone............ more!
"Then don't skip stuff like that... because it's dangerous...
"Want to try the zag too?
Hand over the club. Hand over to Zag. I was still a little interested. I immediately grabbed it and shook it barely as I remembered Masaru's movements.
"Well, I'll put the balls down, so hit them.
"Oops! You should just fly far away!
"Uh-huh... well, try your best to fly straight.
"All right! Come on! Take it!.............
There is a sharp cold cutting noise with the bun but the club swings brilliantly past about 15cm up. It's boiling. Everybody laughs.
"Is that it?... Damn, don't laugh! Next time!"
Zag wielding the club with a sharp noise with Byung-boom and his men laughing at it as an interesting spectacle… it is peace.
"... Ah.
Masaru feels the club approaching the balls one by one and retreats to the diagonal back of the Zag, because it is safe there unless the club flies in.
"Damn! Again!"
The balls that flew in the front direction of the zag with the sound of Bishi! fly to be sucked into the laughing crotch of his men...
"Phew!??
"Georges!??
You, Georges, who sprays bubbles from your mouth and falls with white eyes... balls happen to hit balls... not if you're saying so.
"Get out of the way for a second! Treat!"
"What? Oh, therapeutic treatment... take your pants off first...
"I don't want it! Don't take it off! Just do some therapeutic magic! I can't do anything more than that, so please don't take it off...
"Whoa............
Zag takes his hand off his trouser belt as he pulls a little towards Masaru's hard work persuasion.
"Then heel...! Almost there? Heel! Heel again!
I'm still fainting, but my pale complexion came back to normal and I'm relieved for one second.
"Mr. Georges... I hope I can have kids in the future.
We all pray with a little inner crotch for some reason to Masal's words. Nanbu...
"It's hard to... it just hits balls like this that don't move...
"Oh, it's hard for humans to hit things that are stopping unexpectedly. Give me back the club.
"Ho ho...... then give me the ball......
Georges, I'm gonna pick up the ball that stuck in you... a little red...
"No, that's no... because I'll give you a new one.
I don't want to be involved in a demon ball that might call for such misfortune. Put out new balls and place them on the ground.
"So supple from being powerless... hit it!
Shrew... wooden balls flying beautifully with a small striking sound... and invisible.
"Well, try it.
When you give a good club to Zag, everyone changes their complexion and sets up a shield or leaves.
"Well, let's go! Tori!"
Biscuit with a swing of Zag's full body! and the balls struck were already damaged in the earlier shots. It cracks in two, one of the zags... and the other is sucked into your crotch guard, Georges, who has fainted since earlier.
"Gifu!???" "Guha!??
Mr. Georges, who sweats weirdly at the falling zag and yet another tragedy.
………………
I hold my crotch seal even though not everyone on the spot hit me.
"This is forfeiture because it's dangerous...
I turn the club that was rolling at Zarg's feet into an item box, heel the two of them, and then gently put the two of them in a carriage to Norm's settlement. Until we arrived, nobody had anything to open their mouths to.