Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

A floating jellyfish is going to be a summer poem for us. I think so when I see the sight drifting around Marie's forehead.

I laid the futon in the next room, although it was still a little early, and let her lie down. Lie down next to her, staring at her in the dark.

Breathe just a little faster than usual, smell a little sweat, and a thin duvet around your stomach.

I'm just sitting right on the tatami and fanning our wax. [M]

A mosquito-like voice leaks through the girl's open lips.

"I'm sorry... I can't believe I let you up..."

"Hot springs have been a little rough in the summer. I should have been careful. [M] Usually, see, Marie's more cautious."

I was in a hurry in the open bath earlier. I thought something was wrong and it made me turn bright red.

Mr. Elf was completely up in long water and had a hard time transporting him this far. It's something I cared not to touch to see, but it's hard to go to.

Maybe it's because of the water quality.

I feel like I sweat a lot because of the slight saltiness. It's just a reflection that you should have been a little more careful because you're just a less physically fit kid.

and her hands lifted up and touched her peppers and thighs.

Warm as a cold, my eyes are overflowing with grains of tears. Even if I answer that there is no problem, I panic when the sound of sniffing my nose sounds.

Although a decent Mr. Elf is rare, is it hard to tell a boulder that a water-colored yukata suits him in these circumstances?

The bedroom dropped a light bulb saying it would be better to rest in the dark, and blurry lights from the living room arrived from the slightly open bamboo (fusoma).

As she spends a while layering her hands over her, she slips off the towel that was curly in her hair. Apparently, he doesn't want to be seen with wet eyes. He covered it softly over his nose, then turned his bright lips this way like a flower blossomed.

"... Oh, I can't believe you're getting carried away. I've had enough memories for the rest of my life, and I'm ashamed of myself for the last time."

"No, no, as far as I'm concerned, it's a thought that saved your precious Mr. Elf. You see, our adventure lacks the power to interact with life."

They laughed at me ticklishly.

Then he lets his lips crouch like a tease and shakes his bare feet small.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you something. But after all this shame, it's easy to say the other way around."

"Yeah, what do you want? I'll answer anything now."

"Then sweeten to your words. Has your sleeper ever been with a woman?

Can't you see she shook her eyeballs in a towel? Answer the query with a patty rag on the dough fan instead.

"No way, he's the kind of guy who hobbies dreams. Unfortunately, I don't know if we have that kind of merit together"

"Yeah, I predicted it, but I'm surprised at the lack of human eyes. So, have you ever liked or confessed?

Hmm, did you just compliment me?

Nevertheless, when have you ever been a romantic tale of the past? No, is it also a classic at these nightclubs? But it's just a little embarrassing to have a love story this year.

"Confession...... oh, I guess I should have. No, no, it's not me, it's the other side."

I rush to stop with both hands at the signs that I'm going to get up. That's crazy, I'm supposed to be around the water and can't wake up for a while.

"I had a senior in high school who liked me. I think you're an unusual person now, but I stuck with the others while I was deceiving you. It was definitely when the same librarian."

The towel shifts and the light purple eyes look up. Then I got stuck at my fingertips saying, "Because I'm blurry." I don't think that's the word from her right now socializing, and we inadvertently laugh at each other couscous.

"- I just couldn't do it. Spending a long time with someone else means. She would have told me in a light-hearted way to see, but what I felt then was vague anxiety"

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My eyes shake faintly as I stare up.

Why did you confess to her when I was the one who thought that? [M] I think we're probably having that question with each other right now.

I owe that step to a man called the Brave Candidate.

I was shown clear malice to take Marie, and I never wanted to let go. [M] That's enough not to give up until the end even if there's a nearly double level difference anymore.

When I told him that, he laughed in a voice like the sound of a bell.

"Heh, that was awesome. How dare you cry and beg for your life at the end of the day? Honestly, look at that one. It's the coolest thing I've seen this year."

"Oh, no way. Were you just looking at it all? Oh, I hope Uridora also thinks about viewing restrictions"

Now the Magic Dragon is completely using video magic.

Apparently there was a lot of excitement then. It's like a football famous scene: "Whoa, whoa!," etc., and the women were holding Kobushi or something.

As far as I'm concerned, on the contrary, it's the sight I'd like to see.

"Wonder, I was so proud of you. Maybe they all did, and they laughed at Uridora."

"Well, that's how I wanted to have enough instrumentation to support someone"

"Oh, there's no need to support me... I'm having trouble convincing you when you're being cared for. Well, I'll tell you what I'll tell you tomorrow."

What a fun conversation, I think. Her light-hearted mouth is petty, and there's something about it that makes her feel deeply compassionate. The same was true of the days we spent in the room together, stretching out and playing with each other, and it was a really resting time.

She's much closer now than she was back then.

Like overlapping hands, I even think some of them have melted together.

Again, she asks questions.

Maybe that's because our distance came just a little closer.

"... I'd like to hear one last thing. About your parents."

The stiff body frightened on its own.

The heart jumps just a little bit, and the little hand touches you if you notice that. It feels like you know what you're holding in your chest that caresses the back of your hand when you're okay.

And for some reason, I even think you'll accept everything.

"My uncle Aomori told me a little about your parents. I was always worried about you, and I was glad to see your expression brightened when I returned home."

It was a long time ago.

But it may be the first time I've told someone from my mouth. [M]

While he kept being stroked for a while, his mouth, which was heavy as lead, finally moved.

"... Yeah, I guess you're saying I'm finally a person thanks to my grandfather. Until then, I realized something was wrong."

Yes, those years must have been a little crazy.

I realize that's just a step away, but only a parent can see something called a child. The field of view shall be extremely narrow and temporarily remote.

"I wonder if the word parental separation means you'll never leave your parents until then. Anyway, my parents didn't have the ability to raise my children, and I believed in my parents."

This may have affected the dim room.

I don't want to hide anything from her, do I?

Thoughts turn to past times, though I have tried not to recall them before, guided by the hand from the elves.

"I still don't remember clearly, but I do remember my father being a person who didn't go home much. And my mother wasn't even happy about herself."

And my place wasn't a home, it wasn't a nice place for people to be, like a break-in or a veranda.

Other people told me there was abuse, but I don't remember it at that time.

However, they eat extremely little and their bodies were lean when protected.

I think it's a common story.

That's why my heart breaks whenever I listen to other people like that.

The pain of not being able to speak up and cry, the child who can't even speak up for it, is terribly hard to remember his old self.

When she was talking that way, Marie woke herself up from the futon, even though she fluttered.

He hastily tries to hold me, but sits still and is shown in his gesture. And she stood on her knees, pushing her chest against my face.

Keep your cheeks over your head and whisper in a gentle voice. With a voice like when you read a picture book one day and put me to sleep.

"So you're vulnerable to crying children. I was just a little worried because even if I were an enemy, I would forgive you very soon."

I feel something soothing in the heart tone that I transmit.

Just a little sweaty smell. And I think her own sweet scent calms me down slowly.

Turn your thoughts around to the past you didn't try to remember so you could be prompted.

I think my mother was a beautiful person.

He had wet black eyes and had long dark hair.

I now think he had a strange charm, like he was a step away from the world somewhere.

But I can't remember a word from my mother when she said she remembers that impression.

The only thing I can remember is... yes, when I was held in my mother's arms as I am now.

I've been waiting insanely for that. I've always been in love with moments that were perceived and loved by her.

That is why I was glad when I was lifted up to my chest, so proud that I could see my surroundings shining again.

The curtain touches her cheeks softly, stroking saggily and multiply.

If you say it in the movie, it's like having an ending, and it's not weird whenever the music of celebration rings.

But there, the footage is abruptly interrupted.

Bum and I were cut rampantly, and it was like we were dropped off a dark screen in the middle of a play.

I don't know what happened after this...... I don't feel like something horrible happened and my heart goes wild.

Don't remind me.

This must not be remembered.

Let's hear it! The sound of the wind going off mixes words like that. At the same time, the body is severely stretched and sweats of tightness and stickiness flow.

Fortunately, Marie was giving me a soft hug and let her breath of cheek and relief leak.

Stick around a bit, she strokes me good and good.

Thanks to the long time he stroked me that way, the physical tension slowly dissolved.

In the living room where no one was supposed to be, the Magic Dragon was brought to the pillar in a yukata, sitting on his knees.

Shirley said something to me about this, but she wouldn't move. She decided that it should be, and dared to choose to be a bystander.

Stare beyond the fusima with eyes reminiscent of obsidian, and let the shaped lips open.

"Hmm, that's Kayako Summer Night, or..."

Leaked voices do not reach anyone's ears and flow to the tide and disappear.

The clock needle proceeded slowly and was already approaching dinner time.

A meal to heal a tired traveler will surely heal him. No, are they the first ones to say fresh seafood, the most enjoyable?