Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Once you enter the back road from the boulevard, the heat just feels a little soothing.

Monday daylight and few crowds, and many older people.

The woman walking right in front is shaking her dark hair up to her waist and tending her thin fabric to her white skin because she is still sweating.

Healthy shoulder blades are likely to rise and draw your eyes to the glutes (dendrites) that bounce abundantly every time you walk because of your hot pants, and to the legs that stretch out smoothly on them.

"Um, the atmosphere around things has changed. I can smell Asia."

"There are a lot of temples around here. I thought I heard you had a history from early Edo."

Looking back here, she smiled mesmerized at my answer. Hmm, the expression "beautiful woman of your age" fits perfectly.

I just put my hands behind my back and look behind me walking in a good mood and it makes me feel like I've gained something.

She is a magical dragon who manipulates witchcraft beyond her intelligence. But in the ancient labyrinth we are attacking, we act as shields (tanks).

That's more like Marie's escort. If she meant it, I wouldn't even know how many storms of destruction would blow.

No, I guess the truth is that I don't want to imagine some monstrous sorcery at level 1000 over. Nevertheless, I think I heard that it is divided into seven nuclei or something, and when you are acting with us it is suppressed to an estimated level of 180 or so.

Well, she's right, the atmosphere around us is changing.

This is the first time I've walked down the streets of Shiba Teiton in Geji-ku, but it's enough for even me to feel some interesting air.

On the right hand side is a stone fence representing the grounds of the temple, with white heads jumping into view because of the rarity. Wow, and it's Mariabelle with a lovely smile as beautiful as a fairy and as childish as she is shining her eyes.

As he wraps his arms around my elbow and turns his eyes like large purple crystals (amethysts), he opens his plump colored lips.

"Um, unlike the Episcopal Church, there's a funny (largely) building. See, over there, you'd prefer gold and silver and flashy decorations, wouldn't you?

"Oh, right. I don't really stop by, but I feel rich."

"That's because you're exploiting money. So calm. I prefer this one."

Uh, I can't tell you that this side is actually exploiting it, either.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm embarrassed to learn the slightest bulge of a girl because she wants more consent than that.

"Look, we're dairying each other. Why don't you show us the directions? Well, there's a sweet smell coming from somewhere."

"Then I think Uridora's sense of smell alone will get us there. We're almost there."

While I answer, I am deeply anxious.

Not so much about myself, but the anxiety that comes from Shirley, the second tier lord possessed of the flesh.

I've been beating my heart anxiously for a while now, and every time I put the temple in my sight, it tells me signs that I'm scared. So I try to walk at the far end of the road as possible......

"By the way, Uridora, does a ghost scare the temple?

"Yeah? Yeah, I haven't gotten to the lesson of this land yet, but I'll tell you to follow it if you go into it. We must match the logic of this world more than we have come to this land."

Oh, so you're scared of the temple?

It's definitely a ghost, and it's not something I would have enjoyed had I been allowed to form a Buddha.

"Don't worry about that. So should we go home for today?

"No, we'll be fine if we don't get on the grounds. I just get scared of it, and I really don't think I can make it to Buddha."

Hmm? What does that mean?

Tilt his neck with me and Marie, Uridora peeks in as if dealing with a student. The brunette dripped bright and straight, pointing her index finger this way.

"Look, even if they let her form a Buddha, her body wouldn't be here. In my view, it's just a return to the second level hall."

"Oh, you know what? So Shirley, who came to Japan, would be as immortal as me?

Hatena, and I felt a question mark flying from Shirley.

I don't see him because he's possessed, but he's probably staring at me with blue sky eyes round. I think of a puffy look, and my shoulder strength falls out on how harmless that animal seems.

... Yeah, so I can't help thinking too deeply about what's going on. Either way, our destination is not a temple.

When we reached the entrance to the temple of Shiba, a bustling shopping district spread in front of us.

The old-fashioned store is like a set of movies, and the two are like, "Wow!" "Oops!," he stood up in surprise.

I just enjoyed the Dae-jong Romantic Hall earlier, but now it's an historic shopping district from the early Showa period.

They still have the shadow of a good old Japan on the road, which gives visitors a retro atmosphere.

Tiny girl, and brunette beauty blinked her eyes.

"Ooh, it's not an interesting mall! Ku, I smell hungry... um, um, didn't I show you to a good place!

How much I liked it, it was rarely held from Uridora. But it helps if you stay away because it's hitting my chest.

"Wah, wah, sweet smell! Mmm, spit builds up in my mouth"

"Hey, you smell good. I've never been here before, but there are grocery stores everywhere and it's busy. Just in time for lunch."

If you look at the clock properly, it's a little past lunchtime already. They forgot the time while we were relaxing and sightseeing. Of course everyone couldn't possibly disagree... rather than being turned to a face willing to eat because they are so much more than being hit by the smell.

"Come on, will everyone pick out what's good for you?

When you say that, it's time to say, "Ooh!" He lifted his bush well.

Um, these are two bright and healthy people when you look at them like this.

That's why we take a slow walk through the worshippers' days while admiring the somewhat old-fashioned shops.

But attractive shops are all over the place, seducing them who have just learned the flavor of Japanese sweets, such as crumbs, dough, and western-style whitebaking.

It was such an established dough shop that Guru drew his arm from Marie.

From the iron plate dedicated to baking the dough, Mr. Elf looks like a strawberry because it has a good smell of mochi rice.

Grandpa, full of wrinkles waiting for him, smiled at him.

"Whoa, what do you say, brother, over there, eating with a cute outsider at the table?

Um, sweets are resistant before lunch.

If I'm going to talk to you about what to do... that's, uh, they're going to suck us both off. Even though we're only a few steps down the mall, it seems we quickly lost the temptation.

I had no choice but to whisper from behind to Marie.

"If you eat sweet, don't you get lunch in?

"Ugh, that's troublesome. But this smell... hey, can't we just have a little?

He grabs his blouse, puts his eyebrow in the letter (c) and looks up from the girl.

Please, please, I'm pretty weak as far as I'm concerned when I can turn my moist eyes. In the meantime, Shirley, who is possessed, is also double jerking off.

... Not good, she's cute. Your elf is precious, so you're going to lose to me in no time.

"Um, three dough, please. Which one tastes better?

"Wow, I did it ah! I'll eat too!

He was betrayed from his body (Uridora) lightly and accidentally said, "What no!" and my voice leaked. Besides, Marie flips herself away and makes me feel sad for some reason.

"My grass is delicious. Look, you don't have to worry, it's just a dumpling shop around here, because we have something small to compare to."

I was prompted by the good-looking smile of my grandfather's person and decided to loosen my purse string.

Mm-hmm. I can't help it. Given her stomach, Uridora has to stop Marie from dragging herself into the corner... No?

All right, I'll just avoid losing everything!

The journey to lunch is going to be far and far.