Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Elves and black cats don't seem to change that after eating fluttering, they get round with cottons.

Nevertheless, the cat was not round because of her pompous and swollen stomach and slept close to her back.

And the girl, with her pompous eyes pointed to the ceiling, relaxed and bowed. He has the expression of happiness itself due to a delicious meal and alcohol, which loosens his cheeks until we look at it.

Pong and the old man slapped me on the shoulder means "give him a bath". If you slept like this, you'd feel good about climbing the sky, but your favorite clothes would get wrinkled.

Marie, why don't you take a bath before you go to sleep?

"... hiccup. Uh, I wonder where the bath is..."

Whispering, the girl reaches out and says, "Please wake me up" after she shows her fallen asleep face. If I hold her up again, the black cat loses her pillow and falls asleep on the other side.

It would be like a bunk suddenly disappeared for a cat. We were out in the dim hallway when we finally opened our eyes as beautiful as beeballs.

Often the black cat worried, but he was interested in something called a country bath. How sleepy it is to walk with Tatsuo, one stretch, and then finally decide to leave the cozy living room.

Once he raised his fingernails to the glass, Grandpa opened the door and jumped out into the hallway. The country hallway is dim and lonely, but there will be two ahead.

My stomach is plenty heavy, but with a light foothold, the black cat walked into the dark.

- Crap.

When you open a badly erected door, there's a spacious bathroom waiting for you there. But you were scared of the dimness, and you two were peeking softly into it.

"I would have sweated a lot today. Sit in this chair and wash yourself thoroughly."

"Ugh, yeah... you have a strange vibe and you're just scared. The..."

I pretend to be unsure whether to say it or not, and then I ask him about it.

"Haunted, may I not answer..."

That, she's an elf manipulating the Spirit, and she's supposed to see a lot more incredible beings than I do. Is it difficult to tear it up because it is something that comes to mind though?

Instead of answering, "Yes, please," I offered you a gift.

"Wah, red, apple?

The slender, weighted apples show light even in the dark strippers. I just held it in my hand because it was ripe enough to give it a sweet scent, but the girl and the black cat had their eyes rounded for that abrupt gift.

"It's an apple from Aomori that's painful and not for sale. She enjoys the scent when she dips it in the bath. I don't know, why don't you two check it out?

When I tell them that, I can see that they make their eyes shine only a little bright.

Apparently more interested in unknown bathing agents than haunts and such, the elves and black cats nod at each other face.

"Besides, if you're worried, you can stay close."

"I wouldn't have been scared if you'd told me that from the beginning already. Could Uridora come in with us?

Instead of replying, the black cat goes into the bathroom one foot first, and the girl starts taking off her clothes too late. She releases herself to the bladder and stripping basket, and then calls me "Fine, Fine."

That's why the smell of apples spread puffily in the bathroom, and the black cat decided to indulge in the bath with the bucket as a hot tub.

"I don't know about hot water, both of you."

"Yeah, just right and the sweet and sour smell is very fresh. You might win our bathing contest."

The sound of dupong is probably the sound of apples in the water.

Another tranquility where the sound is sucked in everywhere may be unique in the countryside. It's like there's nothing outside this bathroom.

Hmm, the breath also sounds clear somewhere, and the scent delivered on the hot air is sweet.

Eventually, the girl mumbles her nose, making the bathroom a more glamorous place.

If it haunts you, you might read the air and disperse it. Well, I saw it when I was a kid, and I'm sure he won't be there anymore.

It was quite a lively song to taste when you also mixed the "hehe" squeal like a pair of hands.

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When I changed into my pajamas and went back to the hallway, I saw an elf flapping on the edge.

Sleepy bodies are somewhere.

But I can even feel motherhood from the way I gently stroke the black cat.

I remember the fairy delicacy because the pigments on my skin are dull and I have white hair like cotton wool. Emphasis is placed on being cut out of the neighborhood, and she turns around to see if the floor is shattered.

When you look under the moonlight, you're going to be drawn to brightly colored eyes. I can't take my eyes off the amethyst color anymore.

The teasing glass finally allowed me to speak up.

"... did you get apple juice?

"Yeah, my uncle gave it to me earlier. I didn't think I'd enjoy it if I took a bath."

Go ahead, and be shown the edge next to it. I hear she'll welcome me anytime.

I sat next to him inviting him, and then I made one suggestion.

"It's a good night. I was wondering if you'd like to take a little walk."

"Oh, nice invitation. But when you came back, you were going to ask me out."

My heart squeals just a little to the beautiful grin of a dust.

Give me your hand and I'll lay it over you, and the cucumber and fingertips will creep between you. Then slowly, we walked out on the night lane.

Is there only a breeze?

The sound of leaves sounding from above my head is terribly fresh when I touch it.

The moonlight doesn't reach as far as the forest, and my feet are slightly worse because of the dirt-treading road. But if the elves, who are half fairies, were together, there would be no problem.

To the light that floats like a fluorescent, hey, hey, the elf protrudes at his fingertips. Touching it twice or so spreads a hint of light, which eliminates the need to struggle at your feet.

Turning around, she still looked good and smiled contentedly as she reached out and welcomed her.

"Probably wouldn't surprise me from around here if it was this bright"

"I knew it would be convenient to manipulate the Spirit of Light."

The girl was able to manipulate the Spirit in Japan at any given time, and even mastered Japanese, which is said to be one of the world's leading difficulties. Even though I usually seem young, I am always put back by that gap.

She looks different when surrounded by trees.

A mysterious or quiet sense of movement brings together a very similar atmosphere to the deer we meet in the middle of the night.

"Oh, the night is quiet and so beautiful. Let me thank you for bringing me here."

"I was worried you'd get bored because it's rural. I just wonder if Uridora could have come too."

And I get caught shanking from the black cat like I'm complaining. Her eyes glowed more at night than the elves, and she rang as she climbed her pants.

"I can't believe I'm bored. Something that was more intense than just a day."

"You enjoyed the pot a lot. I guess we both liked it"

"Yeah, that was awesome. I've never had such a savory dish. I'm sure it reminds me of Aomori every time."

In the dark, I also mix the black-cat chirping as I agree. Apparently they indulged in something called a pot.

"Then I guess I could try making a pot in the labyrinth (dungeon). Because that warms my body, and I can do it quickly."

Whimpering casually, he pulled his arm. Apparently Marie pulled me over for stopping my leg. When I saw it, my eyes sparkled not only at the elves, but even at the black cat.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's do it. Hey, let's bring the taste of Aomori to the labyrinth."

It is as if you are persuading me to align myself with the black cat. The desperate look makes me unwittingly pompous.

Then I'll just have to snort.

"Then why don't we bring in the typical Japanese dishes, pans"

"Yay. Ah! Mm-hmm. Looking forward to another labyrinth attack."

Cat! and Marie looks back, Uridra jumps into her arms as if she had been waiting. I do, and it's kind of weird how you hug me on the night lane.

"My grandfather is also my master. I'll try to recreate the same flavor."

"On the street. Something that I thought was somewhat similar in atmosphere. Even though it's neat, it looks just like what you might know about anything"

What, do I look like my grandfather?

Kind of bothered me like they told me I was old at my age.

The noise of leaf rubbing called Za, will be interrupted, and there will be nothing to cover overhead.

There's a trail that leads all the way through the woods.

When I look up to you, you two will leak your voice. There was a star like no other in the city, and it was because I felt liberated.

Oh, and I breathed.

In the night, it seems that we are the only ones left behind, and not only the loneliness, but the presence of those who have joined hands, is noticed. So I guess, I felt like I could hear her sounding voice all the way from my side.

"See you later, Spirits of Light"

When the slightest light also disappeared, the stars added even more radiance.

She shrugs and squeaks as she walks to the side of the mountain without a street.

"I wonder if this was the sight of the night."

"Oh, you mean the world of dreams. I don't know, I don't know if this used to be the sight."

The only thing I can tell is that if no one leans in this way, it would surely be tough times. If I let go of this hand, I would feel the same way about them.

Only one, the Magic Dragon, who will know its time, keeps silence.

It completely melts into darkness because of the wool, and now I don't even know where it is.

The periphery sounded and the noise outside of us finally echoed into the world.

When we look at the futon lined up next to us, we don't blush, we creep to one side.

Although only slightly stiffer than usual, the futon with the scent of yang seems to make me feel comfortable sleeping.

He draws the other pillow, and the elf then comes into his arms. Think about it. Lately I've noticed that one pillow is enough already.

The black cat wanders around and dives into the slightest gap between us.

"You're tired because you moved a lot. Let's get some rest."

"Let's do that. It was really quiet at night and I heard you all the time."

Ugh, and I hear voices from inside the futon, tickling and laughing at each other.

Very naturally she puts her legs on, dives into her neck muscles, and leaks a satisfying breath. It's probably the apple that smells sweet and sour somewhere.

As I sniff it, my eyelids get heavier.

Breathing slowly turns into something, and eventually consciousness melts.

And as we sank into the water, we set foot in the dream.

"Which, are you still awake?

After only a few moments, the fusima opens quietly.

I hear the master of this house came to ask for the time for the two of you to wake up.

and the engraved wrinkles deeper, and the old man opens his eyes.

In a room full of tranquility, there is one fuzzy futon. And because I saw the sight slowly flattening. All that remained was a futon warmed enough to remember drowsiness, but the old man laughed calmly.

"Huh, play slowly, both of you"

The clams and fusomas are closed, and the old hallways sound footsteps.

As his signs turned away, the world was engulfed in sinuous tranquillity so much that it reminded him of the depth of the snow.