Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

A woman who eats dough happily with a mole, a mole, seems to enjoy just looking at it.

Sit in a bench like it is on the edge and cheek the grass dough under the shade.

It may be because of this mall that I feel I gained from just eating. Calm cobblestones, old-fashioned signs using kanji, and vibrant shops lined with slopes to the left and right. Beyond it lies the luxury of two floors of firewood and imperial heaven.

"Ugh, it's not fantasy. I didn't know they were just putting together trees, but they had a heavy appearance... Hmm, the expression" good looking "fits."

Uridora looked out onto the street and pulled the last dough out of the skewer.

Though tourists walk a lot in front of them, Mr. Elf, who sits next to him, seems to enjoy the sweetness by loosening his cheeks still to say more dough than flowers.

"Mmm, yum! Hey, what does this neat taste use?

"Probably Yomogi. It's like saying" grass. "

Make a happy face as you wrap around the dough on the filling.

Nevertheless, Shirley told me to eat fast, so I decided to cheek the grass too.

The shadow fell, and when I turned my gaze, there stood the clerk's grandfather. Apparently, this time of year, it's not that crowded.

"No, it's hot. This is a service, so take your time and cool off."

"Oh, sorry, thank you!

A tearful glass of ice is poured with plenty of green tea.

I wonder if the inhabitants of the fantasy world have become completely accustomed to Japanese tea. The girl put her straw hat aside and received the glass with great pleasure.

"Grandpa, the dough is so delicious"

"Ugh, it lights up when you can fool me. Take your lady's time while you still drink this."

Shaking her dark hair, Uridora smiles with a grin.

Maybe she knows it's prettier to keep quiet. When you put together your sparingly exposed legs and receive a glass with a glossy smile, the old man's wrinkled cheeks stain red.

No, no, no. I laughed lightly, and Grandpa went back to the store muddling his face with a towel.

"Heh, heh, she said it was a lady. I wish I felt younger."

- She laughed in a much better mood, and put her mouth on the glass.

The sobriety of green tea slipping through your throat, the sound of teasing ice. If you look up, there is a cloud-mixed blue sky, and your body is cooled by some fortified wind.

Thinning your eyes like lines in a pleasant way is reminiscent of a black cat somewhere.

Cool, she turns around and looks back.

"Mm-hmm. I've finally come to understand the Japanese summer."

"Me too! You're relaxed, but you have a flair, and you can even enjoy the heat."

Oh, I wonder if you two finally learned the flair.

And I guess I'm just looking at their shagging, and Shirley's enjoying it too. Candles and bouncing emotions echo even to me, the host.

Sometimes, I just wonder.

She also conveys feelings that seem to be just a little lonely the day I'm spending. It resembles a fine cry, like a child who gets lost and is left behind.

- I'm fine.

I rubbed my own arm and conveyed a very simple word to her.

Because he's possessed as a host...... no, maybe he can tell because it's me.

"Because I'm the same again."

With such a small voice that no one can hear me, yes I squeal.

Then a surprising emotion, like the sound of a bell, comes from the back of your body.

She continues to be tied to the second tier and has spent all her time alone. That's why there's only one thing I fear right now - that I may be anxious to return to solitude again. If immortality exists, it is even worse.

So I know just a little too. Sometimes I fear that my life will be lost because I have been alone for a long time.

Tong and one of her heart sounds swayed, and I felt it slowly calm down.

But it's a shame that all I can tell you right now is those words. I want to help her someday so that she can feel at ease from the heart.

First of all, enjoy the moment slowly.

That's what I think, the last of the grass creeps around. The dough with the filling seeds was soft enough to stretch out all over.

All you can enjoy is a toothpick or a touch of tongue.

It's tasteless and odorless as usual because it's possessed, but if Shirley's enjoying it, that didn't seem bad.

"Yes, cheese"

In front of the store, with my grandfather's piece sign, I photograph the girls on camera.

The flaky grin-lined screen loosens up to my cheeks. Marie stopped by to show me, so much so that she grinned.

"Welcome -"

"Yes, come again."

And I waved to my grandfather, and the walk in the mall finally resumed. But Uridora's words made me grumble.

"Hmm, what do you want next?"

What...!?

Shaking her dark hair and walking looking around, she probably didn't make a joke. I'm serious. I'm seriously forgetting to "pick a lunch shop".

It's unusual for me to talk to you with a trembling voice.

"Uri, Dora,? You haven't forgotten your special assignment (mission) to pick a lunch shop, have you?

"Hmm? Yeah, I don't know, I don't forget, do I? Of course, I'm looking forward to lunch... and it smells sweet..."

It's like smelling kun with a well-shaped nose... but no, because you're only walking a few meters from the store just now, right? You see, Grandpa looks strange too, don't you?

Whoa, yeah, Marie's gonna be on my side.

Unlike Uridora, you must want to avoid the fact that there is a limit to how much goes into your stomach and you cannot eat lunch. If she's intelligent, she'll understand.

Looking back so hopefully, the girl is staring hot at a souvenir shop and I often lose my word.

At the end of the line of sight is a blue-dyed cloth, something like a national family crest seems to line up...

"Hey, hey, what's this old-fashioned symbol like?

"Oh, more than that, because Uridra is going over there..."

I panic to Marie, who disappears into the crowd and doesn't move. Apparently, Shirley is the only one on my side, and she wanders around in the same way.... but well, I'm on the side of being too helpless.

So I finally remember.

Uridora fluttering away, but I don't have a wallet at heart. Then you'll come back even if you leave it alone, and now you won't have to eat sweet food.

I reconsidered that and decided to explain it to Marie.

"Yeah, this is like a crest that reveals bloodlines and patterns when it comes to family crests. You can even draw them on the flag over there."

Answer that and the girl's eyes will shine even brighter.

Apparently, for residents of the fantasy world, the family crest looks pretty appealing. It is geometrically drawn and even inspired by flowers, plants, and even dough. To cuteness, Marie was totally spotted.

While I'm explaining that, I get pounded on the shoulder.

Looking back, Uridora stood, who had disappeared earlier, but I rounded my eyes to the grill I was holding.

That, I don't even have a wallet, how the hell...

"Um, I got it at the service when I was watching. See, let's all split up and eat."

"Wow, that's a round, beautiful baking color! Mmm, fluffy and gentle smell!

Yeah, you got it...?

Looking at the pointed store, though there's a clerk stretching under his nose... Wow, beauty gets it. Even if I do the same thing, they'll just smoke me out.

Looking at the two people who eat the pussy, a cold sweat streams down my back.

Not good......, I'm worried about Mr. Elf's stomach at last. I thought you said something about a diet a while ago.

- Yes, my anxiety is over.

I couldn't get them to put up with me in the first place in a fascinating scented mall.

Dorayaki with cream, sweet potatoes and roasted potatoes. Especially the dough is sesame and bitter, and there is too much variety of flavors to be terrible. Mr. Elf's stomach completely swells as he walks through the shopping district of Jodo.

But Marie found the store at that time.

The smell of fried shrimp and yuku is tempura, a proud traditional Japanese food. The delicious scent of sesame oil invites me, and the people on the road look back. In the midst of that mess...... the girl stands up stunned.

The dough skewer fell to the cobblestone (Kazhiho picked it up later).

"... ah"

To see that look on his face, he finally remembered the assignment (mission) of choosing a lunch store.

Rub one belly, then Marie looks back slowly. It's sad to have sauce on my lips again, even though I cried in my eyes carefully and said I was about to cry out now.

"Ah, oh......"

"Marie, be sure. It's not something you can't eat."

As I muddled her lips with a handkerchief, one and the girl hugged her. Usually it's where I doggie the soft feeling from the girl, but now all I get is the words "so I've told you many times".

Ugh, I tremble with regret, and a girl's tears echo from around my chest.

"What a terrible ruse...... eh. My favorite tempura, but I can't believe my core stomach refuses...!

Ugh, yeah, it's pathetically rubbing my back, but it's kind of surreal to be in front of a tendo shop with a good smell of shrewd. The clerk looks strange, too.

All right, all right. Some women appeal to you when you're slapping them on the back.

I still can. [M]

You can only shake your head sideways if you make such gestures. Even if they make a face of it! If you fail a special mission (mission), you have to give up the reward.

It's just pathetic to end up with a punitive game all this time.

"So shall we make it a tendo bowl for dinner tonight? It'll taste less than the store, but are you okay?

When she whispered to her ear, the girl woke up.

I round my vibrant purple eyes, and again, I get hugged by the root to sweeten them. When I rub my soft cheeks and whisper "I like" to my ears... I get a little warmer too.

I just didn't know if my favorite thing was the Ten Bowl or me.

"Look, it looks like there's some ice crushed dessert over there. They call it shaved ice."

"... Uridora, dinner's good, right?

With a grin on her face, the brunette rarely shook her boom and neck to the side.

But nevertheless......

Oh, I knew you couldn't beat something sweet......

I was the one who thought that, pulling the girl's hand.