Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

- Aomori Prefecture, Hiromae City.

When the window is opened slightly, cooler air enters the vehicle than usual. I just think it might be a little warm at this time of year, etc.

The old bus proceeded cursorily in the sun, and a black cat peered through its window.

"Look, you're behaving badly. Come here."

It's like saying, "It's okay," the cat rings, but the girl doesn't have ears to listen to. Up on her knees, and the girl looks out again.

Instead of tall buildings, there are few more buildings. "Wow, it feels good," said the elf uncommonly in the fields and orchards as far as I could see.

Seasonal pattern, although there are still many tourists in front of the station, there are few passengers when you head this far into the depths. It doesn't seem like you'll get angry even if you keep it somewhat busy thanks to it.

Both the town and the bus have a colorful atmosphere of showa somewhere, and I even feel like I have returned to the times as well as the nostalgia of returning to the locality.

"It's not like Gangdong Ward. Something that calms the air somewhere as well as the view"

"I wonder if I'm touching it at night. Look, can you see the mountains in the distance? The fields are spreading all the way up there."

Yes? and the girl and kitten look back. I still feel that even if I wanted to be a black cat, the Magic Dragon is something that resembles my sisters, etc.

"No way. You can't eat that much if you make it."

Well, the Japanese population is large enough to consume it. As we teach them to circulate to the supermarket where we live, the bus draws the curve loosely. Eventually, across the woods, a sleigh and snowmake-up mountain suddenly appeared.

"Oooh."

To a piercing sight, the conversation to distribution is quickly flushed. That's because Iwagi Mountain, the most elevated mountain in Aomori, has become visible.

"Wow. Hey. The top is shiny and the snow is white. It's a lot colder, but I wonder if it's much colder over there."

"I wonder if Marie's okay with the cold. If you're okay, you can ski and stuff when you get here in the winter."

Sounds good? And the two of them look up at this one. I wonder what happens in the case of the user demon or elf, although the cat says it will be round with a cocktail. Even as we think about it that way, the bus is following the route to Iwagi Mountain (Iwaki) of the day.

The sight of it slowly getting bigger reminds me of my childhood somewhere.

When I first saw Mount Rocky, I was put in my grandfather's car and accidentally raised my voice. It's been a long time since I've heard my own voice, and that's why I'm drawn to the magnificent sight.

My grandfather, who looked back then, smiled gently, reaching out and I think he gave me a sweet treat.

- And there was a sweet smell in my mouth.

From what I could see, the girl was offering me chocolate, and she was sued with her eyes, "Ah, do me a favor," she said. The flavour of strawberries that children may like when eaten puffy spreads to the mouth, and the mountain air also feels delicious.

The black cat also ate what was on the girl's hand once, and cried out "hey" if you liked it.

"I like Mount Iwagi. The mountains you live in are so beautiful."

"Hehe, it's not like I grew up in a mountain. No, I don't think it's much different."

They also say Tsugaru Fuji because the snow makeup is similar to Mount Fuji. Well, I guess I'd like to show you to one of the best mountains in Japan someday.

It was a cursory bus, but when it goes downhill, it finally starts to increase its speed.

To the sight of fields and orchards spreading beneath her eyes, Marie leaked her voice "wow" as she flashed her white and saggy hair.

Now, if you get off the bus stop, all you can count on is your own feet.

Nevertheless, there are few car streets, and the road that is flickering as agricultural land is probably straight. There are private houses in the fields, forests all the way across the vinyl house and mountains all the way beyond.

"Uh, it feels good. I don't know, this openness."

The black cat also rang to give her consent and followed the girl at her feet.

I also know exactly how she feels about saying that. Because the air is really relaxing and I guess the view hasn't changed for a long time now.

The girl walking in front makes a big stretch and looks healthy because of the beautiful blue sky or just such tricks. The skin is likely to look white and clear. But the sun suited the elf, a half fairy, well.

That must be due to the light pace I'm used to going to Noyama and the sense of dynamism emanating from that whole body.

When viewed as something like that, the girl stops on her feet perfectly and waits for me to get there. And then he came late, and he literally turned a dazzling grin on me.

"Hmm, you kind of look happy, too. Do you miss it after all?

"I knew you'd think so when I had to come. I can't believe I went to school with this view."

Turn around together and a big mountain of snow makeup is spreading. It's like an Alpine sight, is that a little too much to say?

"I guess I get used to seeing everything as a routine."

"Yeah, there's something you can tell if you take a step back. I wonder where your grandfather's house is."

Over here, and pointing in the direction of the forest, the elf and the black cat rounded their eyes.

The path paved with asphalt is over, and from here on forward it turns into a more natural and intimate path. The sleek slopes are stretched with fresh green blind trails, and when they join hands, the two walk out side by side.

Well, he doesn't have a spilling path or a wood-raised elf. I guess I'm slower walking than that.

You shouldn't, I can't believe you're living in the city.

As one light tiger is finally walking down a path that allows him to run, he finally sees what is managed in people's hands. The wooden fence surrounded the area, and there was an animal in it that was sticking its head into the new green.

"Wah, cow. Look, there's a cow in a milk package."

Yes. When the girl raises her voice, the brown-haired cow stops eating grass. Concerned about the rare guests, he walked loosely, chewing on the mogi.

"Wow, wow, big... Uridra, don't hide behind me."

"Hey, did you finally even start cattle? Your grandfather must be old. He's fine."

As you pull your hand down the road, the cow still follows along the wooden fence. The elf offered his hand softly, whether he had become accustomed to seeing his big body or his round, beautiful eyes again.

The nose of the pretend and cow rings, then it can lick from a beautiful pink tongue to the bellows wrist.

"Yikes! Tickling...... kufu, tickling!

How much did you like it. The cow licked the pepper and the elf, teasing and ringing the bell of his neck. Did his husband notice by the sound?

"Oh, Ichiro. It's getting worse."

Turning to his squeaky voice, his grandfather, holding a bucket and dressed in work clothes, stood. Slightly small but firm hips, the smile turns into a wrinkly face.

"It's a hiccup, Grandpa"

"Yeah, you're here a lot. Oops!"

I guess it was looking at Marie with a glimpse of her face from the side that made her roll the bucket. While holding down the rolling bucket, Grandpa repeatedly blinks at the girl with his eyes round.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Mariabelle. Sorry to bother you when you're busy."

Pepper and Marie bowed their heads as they were just a little nervous. Thanks to courteous greetings and a lot of fluency in Japanese, Mimizuru's grandfather's shoulder strength falls out. She laughs at the way she leaks her breath of relief.

"Oh, hello. You've often come this far. Then Mariabelle said she wanted to bring Hiroshi with her."

"Yes, I do, I wanted to show you my country life. It's my day off, so I wanted to take care of you..."

When I said that much, I was banged on the shoulder with great force, not by appearance.

"Huh, what do you do when you get harder? I thought you had a bigger attitude because you became a sociopath. Cora, Hanako, don't lick the customers."

Biri and the girl looked back, and the cow flower seemed to be trying to lick Marie's face in good shape. Hiya! and I haven't laughed with my grandfather in a long time at how he flies.

Then everyone starts walking to the private house. There were chickens wandering around, and the girl asked as she put it away.

"Hanako is such a pretty name. Can I call you Flower?

"Is that black cat with you? Yeah, I don't know if you followed me anywhere. Yeah, you can call me whatever you want, Flower."

Put the bucket at the front door, then open the badly erected door.

And my grandfather muttered like he was talking to himself as he took off his shoes.

"No, she was as pretty as cotton wool and surprised. At last, I thought Ichiro had brought a fairy from the dream world."

To that casual word, we freeze.

Marie turning around said, "You know what?," he asked silently, "and this one shook his neck sideways," you shouldn't know. My grandfather has been strangely sharp for a long time.

Yeah? and Grandpa turned his surprised face over here, and he eased his expression with a laugh.

"No, you said something weird. This girl has always liked to sleep. You seem so comfortable, I was talking to my grandmother about 'Are you playing in the dream world'"

He leads me to the Buddha's temple.

Between the tatami layers, the sun plunged in, and we gently joined hands. They know what familiarity it is without explaining it, and Marie quietly gets wrapped up in the scent of linear incense.

My grandfather, who was wiping the legs of the black cat, called out brightly to our backs.

"What? I thought I'd bring my daughter-in-law."

Pan! and we both opened our eyes.

React to the word daughter-in-law and turn a blind eye to the girl. Then Marie looked up at me with her hands together, slowly warming each other's cheeks.

Eyes open in the middle of nowhere are beautiful, and rather, words do not appear that make a denial, although the lips are distorted. No, I'm sure the girl thought the same thing.

They were both staring at each other without denying it, so my grandfather was supposed to raise his voice instead.

"What the hell, you guys, you look like shit. Well, then you can retire and take over."

When I hold up the black cat with my wrinkled, tanned arms, it rings out loud at me.

It sounded as if he was saying, "Exactly," but we could hardly come up with a word of denial.