Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The sunny home has sunshine for May, though it would drop five degrees on Aomori.

At the home of Tokyo Station, he opens his mouth with Pocan, even if he is a rare (rare) man named Spirit Mage. Because there was a Shinkansen, Hayabusa, which showed emerald blue reminiscent of its southern sea.

"Uh, what is this, a train?

"It's a Shinkansen that Japan is proud of... I wonder if that's not the case these days. Anyway, I guess it's a pretty skilled ride."

Should I say it's near-future, the streamlined body is reminiscent of the attraction of a large facility, which makes you feel better without any objection.

We still have time, so let's walk to the tip section together. Then I can tell but the tip is unusually cool. When I look at the driver's seat with a unique line, I think, "This looks fast" and so on.

"Ugh, beautiful curve! Oh, I wonder if this will be at the top of the train. So one day you're gonna grow up to this point."

"Yeah, I won't. This is a ride made for travel only, and Hayabusa will carry you to Aomori, a lovely elf."

Marie's eyes sparkled as she wore her connected hands around her. Take this to Aomori. Maybe that sense of reality has finally come.

Keep walking with a slow view of the shiny body of the car.

It brilliantly combines functionality and appearance, and the home has a unique atmosphere that conveys a slight vibration from the Shinkansen.

Just like the girl, the black cat had opened her mouth all over her head and was swallowed up by its presence.

"You ride from here, don't you? I wonder what's going on inside."

"You can get on it and you'll see. Well, shall we come?"

Japanese and English announcements flow through nearby doors. Once in a while, the guidance (announcement) from the home is quiet and the interior, accented with sinister wood tones, awaits. Is there a unique scent. Elves and cats look around a bit and walk through the space with their hands drawn.

There are green seats waiting, soft light leaking from the ceiling. Once in a while they open their eyes to the sight that drifts in a straight line.

"Our seats are over there. Be careful around you."

"I can't believe you have seats like this inside... I knew the top of the train was different."

The seats are also of a calm colour, naturally but letting the girl sit at the window. I can still only see the station home, but I will be able to relax and see the view from now on.

The girl who sat back looked back and said, "It's so fuzzy!" and tells me how comfortable it is to sit. Apparently you're happy, and I'm glad you're somewhat excited.

There's actually a higher class, but this is what I do best on my income. Well, I guess I'll think about it when my income stabilizes.

In the meantime, I put my luggage up and put the black painted cat case on the girl's lap.

"Uridora, I've been quiet for a while."

When I whisper like that over the net basket, it rings in a small voice, "Ha ha."

Even cats shine their eyes, I'm sure because something called the Shinkansen is built to entertain passengers.

There is definitely a calm announcement, a quiet vibration and yet an excitement that something is about to happen. Marie also seems to be raising her expectations, making her cheeks only red.

"Hey, hey, this runs very fast, doesn't it? I wonder how many animals you'd say."

"As the name of the vehicle suggests, it's a large bird, 'Hayabusa'. I guess that's one of the reasons why I named it."

Yeah, and I'll show you Hayabusa in a smartphone video to a girl with a strange face. While I was doing that, the departure time was approaching.

All passengers enter the vehicle and eventually the guidance (announcement) tells them to leave.

You're nervous. I gripped your hand. You're going to sweat, and especially hear the sound of your heart.

Eventually, the beautiful and bright home slowly moves out, crosses the lunchbox shop, and is released from Tokyo Station. "Wow," the girl raised her voice as a group of buildings jumped into the window, wrapped in so much sunshine.

"Wow, wow, beautiful! Look, look, all the buildings are beautiful."

The big building had blue skies reflecting on it, and it did make me think the weather was blessed today.

Eventually, light music sounds in the car and informs (announces). Different trains were running under my eyes as today's schedule flowed.

There are tracks downstairs and up there, and it's adorable how the two of us look up with our mouths open. But I was just enjoying the view, and the outside of the car is enveloped in darkness.

"Oh, I can't see anymore..."

"I went underground. I'll see you soon."

"Oh, it's similar to your [Train Leader] when you look at it. I wonder if there's any common reason."

Um, I wonder.

I have similar skills (skills) in the dream world, but I don't think Japan is particularly influential...

"Then I wonder if my [guide of the journey (train)] will have a seat if it reaches its maximum level."

"Yeah, let's definitely raise it. Then you'll enjoy a relaxing getaway."

I was just kidding.

Now, the Shinkansen leads to the ground and switches from building to residential area. to the dizzying view, and the change in speed. Marie had her eyes black and white.

"Ugh, come on. The scenery keeps changing... I knew it wasn't like a car"

"I like the car relaxed, too. There was a sleeping train a while back, and I was traveling over the night."

Yeah, and I'm going to prepare lunch and tea for the girl who sounds interesting.

The cat that was peeking through the basket's peach nose also reacted with a pickle, and our late breakfast begins. She chose Tabernacle Bento, and this is Shumai Bento.

With the exciting luxurious Shinkansen, the vibrant blue skies, and the fantastic beauty of Marie, it turns into a pretty advanced time for me. Maybe you don't have to choose the class above.

Break the chopsticks properly, close your face and whisper "I'll have it". The light purple eyes are large and vibrant when seen nearby. Hey, you finally left Shinkansen.

Don't forget, they just rang "to," and I laughed unexpectedly.

"Mmm, the calming taste of Japanese style. Would you like some cats, too?

When the girl gives it a try, she opens her little mouth and eats fried shrimp.

Also, if you go through the gow and tunnel, the field expands amidst the blue sky, conveying a fresh green eyelid. That seemed fresh for both of us, and the chopsticks had often stopped.

"Marie, this way, please"

Giving Shumai a look back at her, she rounds her pale purple eyes, and lifts her hair and opens her mouth cutely. There is something I would be glad for some reason if you would cheek up the little shumai with soy sauce and respond with a toad and a "hey hii".

Good for you, Mr. Shumai. Now I wonder if I have been shown the weakest will of the Four Heavens.

Black cats eat what they cut into pieces, and chopsticks rest only when they meet the beautiful landscape that is revealed from time to time. The views that follow outside the window are dizzying and surprisingly quick. Still, we remembered our leisure time.

Gu, gu, gu, I have the feeling of slowly increasing the speed. They're accelerating for a maximum speed of 320 kilometers for Hayabusa, and the girl holds my hand hard to match it.

Seeing what was going on next door to see if she was okay, Marie was just a little teary-eyed and shaking her neck to the side.

"Cool, I'm scared. Hey, hang in there. You all right?

It's an unknown speed for the Elves, of course, and I'm afraid they're still frightened by an unprecedented rate. When I gestured with you, I was not hesitant to cling to my arm from the girl to the railing.

"Stay still... Hiuu... I think I'm going to turn my eyes..."

There's something embarrassing about being pinched from your arms and thighs from a kid as cute as a fairy.

But I think it's cute how frightened you are. Because it's always something temperamental...... I wonder about that. It seems to me that watching movies together is emotional, and lately you don't know because there's so much to be sweet about.

But how can you be scared?

Hayabusa has a stable body even at higher speeds, and there is not much to shake about.

While I was slapping Pompon on the back, I finally figured out what caused it. Perhaps the view outside the window was too quick and the girl got scared. That's what I thought when I saw him close his eyes and just calm down a little.

Finally, the strength of his arms is weakened and he looks up with a breath of relief. But his complexion still looks blue.

"I'm sorry to interrupt... but I'm fine."

"Hey, you're warm. But I think it would be nice to be a little closer."

Huh? I don't care about the grunt, I hold a girl trying to let myself go.

And I heard a shy voice saying, "Because it's in public" when I held the girl in the position where she was always sleeping, inside her chest.

"Aomori seems to be cold, so it might be just fine."

"You're already an idiot..."

He looked in trouble at first, but eventually he gave himself up. remember the marks and the weight from her and hold it a little deeper.

That's how I felt as I pounded my luxurious back, returning to breathing close to my sleep.

"... I know. You get so stubborn at times like this. That'll cheer you up in no time. I was famous for hating humans."

I heard such a obstinate voice in my chest.

I also know that she hated big people. But the voice made me feel like I was going to apologize.

"Of course I know. As soon as we met, I was dusted. I decided to catch him like this first."

"Oh, I was caught. Dirty human, I like the smell of you. That's why I don't even realize I was caught."

Tori and light purple eyes are closed.

The sleeper will be closing in as he is shaken by his heart tone and his ears are clear to it. Maybe I could say that because the earlier words were when I was about to fall asleep.

Eventually the girl's arms fell and sank into a peaceful sleep.

I may also like to see my sleeping face.

I think while pretending to wear a blanket of equipment, etc. Not only that, but I probably like the look on your face you're spending time without any anxiety.

And I heard scratching the basket. Peeping into his feet, the black cat is staring at this one, and its disgruntled look looks like he's complaining about a landscape killing place.

- Well, I wonder if you'll forgive me if I have any.

I thought so. When I opened the basket lid, the black cat then dived into the blanket. There were signs of climbing to the top of his lap, and apparently he chose it for his bunk. Around, Po Sun and Blanket eventually sink.

Seeing the sight, I whispered secretly.

"Good night, both of you. It's Aomori when you wake up."

It's as if people replied to the little squeal that

The Shinkansen entered the tunnel with a gow, stroking the furrows of the fluff.