Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

In one room of an apartment, there was a slightly strange sight. That's three ugly times, but it's a black cat who rocks the tip of his tail and watches TV in a good mood.

She's still like a kitten, and her voice is tall. But there is a strange piercing, and the narrowed eyes also somehow remind me of dragons.

Another strange thing is that the black cat occupies the bed and you won't find the owner anywhere.

Ugh.

Again, a voice full of kitten-like curiosity echoed in one of the apartments.

Even after lunch, at three o'clock, there are few people in the dining room. This is a restaurant where Uridora discovered a business opportunity and built a small, western-inspired dining room.

Commercial opportunities are simply about making money and feel more luxurious than other establishments. Well-polished floors, bricks with bright colors on the walls and hobby flowers were decorated.

The ingenious point would be not to add more seats to the darkness.

You can take up a lot of space per seat and enjoy everything from a clean kitchen to the look of a cock cooking.

It's pricey, as a matter of course, but if you know what's going on, say, "Too cheap!" I guess I'll scream.

Because Cock, who doesn't look like just a servant, is an ancient dragon, also known as the most powerful species.

The ingredients are also the finest. Will there be other stores that are purchased not only from all over the continent, but also from Japan, which is a different world?

Our viewing party began when his kitchen owner called out to him in fluent elf saying, "Go ahead and order whatever you want".

"Hey, I'm surprised you could watch a football game in your dreams."

"Kufu, who do you think I am? Not me, huh? There's no such thing as streaming Japanese footage."

Uridora, who keeps her back in the chair, and so on, doesn't even hide her superior mood after being applauded by everyone.

The footage on the wall is a blue monochrome supporters, making a lively noise as if they were going to have a big showdown.

Whether you want to dance or shake your legs, Mr. Elf is willing to support you by choosing a blue piece.

"Oh, what shall I do, I feel luxurious and I feel like I'm rich. I knew the world of dreams was lovely! I'll have a cafe and cheesecake."

"I'm Coke! And potatoes and burgers..."

To Mariabelle's handwriting, Eve the Dark Elf takes a peek and places one order after another.

Those who make a quick note of it are once brave candidates who also have a neat face.

"Eve, as you requested, I've learned how to cook a double patty and cheese."

"Yay! Then please!

When a woman you love turns a full grin on you, you can't help but grin at the corner of your mouth, whether you're at work or not.

And the article appeared in front of me. The blue sky eyes awaited me as I followed my sneaky arm.

You're trying to make me laugh when you're a goddess and you're pointing so hard at "sweet potato pie".

I placed an order on behalf of Shirley, who can't speak up, and I asked for coffee with her. I once said I had a death fight with him, and I said, "What, is that all you need? Kiln-roasted pizza is great enough to make you talk." "Then do me a favor."

And as he chants the national anthem, Penn writes a slack of orders and says, "Enjoy, then," and he goes back to the kitchen, too.

It was Mariabelle with big eyes who turned her face here. The rustic flowers are really cute, decorated in bright white hair.

"The Japanese anthem sounds lovely. It feels mysterious."

"I guess you said half a tone. They're rare overseas, and they talk about it every now and then."

It's not a singing match or anything today, though. The two players who show a fighting spirit will be full of heads about the battle.

The audience blessed the Japanese players who won the final tournament.

Against the background of the noisy stadium, a woman with one hand of fine wine turns her black eyes this way.

"I guess I can't beat a boulder today. Every Belgian player has one quality jumping through."

"Oh, you don't know that. Japan is a very capable team, and they will definitely score points."

Mr. Elf's voice, which I disputed, would also have no choice but to be butt-suspended somewhere. I don't like the expression that the dimensions are different because I seem to be giving up on battles. But so much so that they want to put it out in their mouths, their team is going through a golden age.

With their numerous talents, they would undoubtedly be the winning candidates.

If I thought so, they'd rather pick my cheeks. Turning a frightening glance, purple crystal (amethyst) colored eyes were looming up.

"Even Japan is in a golden age. I can't think of any more teams."

Was I in your mouth now?

Losing the snort of Fusu, I snort into small pieces.

Put us down like that and a whistle called Pee rang from the screen. The game has finally begun.

But this liveliness is extraordinary.

Pushed back by the support group, the blue warriors move forward. But I should say again, I am greatly inferior in height and physique, and not in tactics or skill.

It was at the beginning that I was able to turn the pass, but it wasn't long before I was pushed to a disadvantage.

"Mm-hmm, it's painful. At least if you have a counter, your opponent will be able to pull back."

"Right. But working together as a team is what Japan is all about. I can't help but hate counterattacks (counters) that can be assembled in small numbers."

Whoa, Master Magic Dragon has become familiar with football at some point. And Mariabelle's eyes are sharp because she's learning tactics.

I think this game, which is contested in countries all over the world, is a good idea to call it a collection of football. Of course, league games and the like are of higher quality as a team, but it is not insulting that the same race has solidarity with each other.

Conversely, teams that cannot unite are prone to fall early.

If the word solidarity, Japan is good enough to contend for one or two. But this time they're very bad.

It withstands corrugated attacks, fails to pass through paths in agony, and is brought into agony.

That should also be true, Japan, which made it to the final tournament or something, is a tournament that only seems lucky if dealt with. It would be like skipping a fight.

Another intense shooting, a screaming voice echoes in the dining room. Thanks. It doesn't look good for the heart today's game.

Black eyes look at me again. And he called out, "Say what you think".

"Probably the other country, you just want to put a dot in it. I think you want to score two points in the first half and put the key players to rest in preparation for the next game."

Japan is under the impression that it is vulnerable to power play. He's short, and he's losing in stature. Probably worse.

Then you must want to decide the game early and get ready for the next mighty nation to hit.

"That's... terrible. I can't believe you decided to be weak. Look now."

This is Marie, who had already raised her screaming voice many times. He sweats on his forehead and turns to his grumpy eyes.

But a game is also a sport that is hard to predict.

One of the reasons for this......

"Ah, go, go, go!

The ball that then proceeded was an extremely sharp pass. It was a blur to the other athlete's stretched legs, and the small athlete received got on top speed and cut into the front line all at once.

Oops! And the stadium, and our seats sprang. Probably the only good opportunity I have to count will have results in less than three seconds.

And with a light feint, he finishes the perfect job. It's a blow that puts you through a hole with only one ball and pierces a critical side net.

Do-o-o-o-o!

"Whoa, whoa! Here we go. Ahhh!

"Ha, ha, ha! Shh, shh, shh, shh!

The blow you inflicted on the winning candidate is intense. It was them wanting to finish the dots quickly, but these words echo in the back of their brains.

You're gonna keep losing, aren't you? and.

No way. No way. There's no way you can beat Japan.

It is not only the athletes who think that, but the audience as well. You'll be looking from above to see if you've had a good memory just because you've been hit by mere misfortune.

"Ah, I'm surprised. Heh, look at that. This is what happens because it licks our country."

"Heh, heh, that's really painful. It's hard to see."

It's a backlash since we were attacked scatterly. Unable to count, what I got at the counter is huge.

Alcohol turns will increase, and orders such as savory pizza and sausages will be repeated.

"No, I'm not familiar with soccer, but it's lively and fun, and besides, the beer isn't really tasty? I happen to be lucky to see you."

"Oh? Speaking of which, when was Eve there?"

"When I walked into the dining room, I just lost it in line. They've been watching us."

"Call me in the first place! We're friends!

No, it's a little distracting to invite you to your first soccer game. Because it's a sport that people who don't like really enjoy.

"But then again, Japan is a really cunning race. Use your little body to take the ball that no other team can do."

I see, if you ask me, it certainly is.

And at the bottom of the top, which Marie puts on, he passes right and left on the front line. I have an alert player and the mark is thick. But he was in excellent shape this day.

Magically receives the ball in the air and flirts the opponent through the back. I pulled the mark. I guess the perimeter is free, and... this is just "Zdon". The winning candidates blued their faces to a blow that only seemed like a nightmare to their opponents.

"Yay! Yay! You're lying, you got goosebumps!

"Guwaha-ha, it's Zamami! Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

No way, that's just an addition.

The venue is filled with enthusiasm, not just us, but the most insane activity.

And behind the applauding Shirley, it looks like the two of us in the kitchen were watching the game sometime. He's pointing his finger at me and talking about something, but when did we get along?

When this happens, I see the letter victory.

I've endured more than sixty minutes, even though it's painful, so I want you to only endure half an hour more.

And the opponent switched players in order to change the flow. Look at that player and say, "Oh?" I frowned.

Extremely long and wild enough to even be said to be dirty. I think they might change the quality of play.

In fact, after this, it became an area beyond the reach of the Japanese...... in other words, a battle between height and physical.

It is a team that is inherently vulnerable to such opponents. So I think Japan, trying to seal the opponent with an attack rather than a defense, was calm during the heat battle.

And one thing that was lost was the sight of luck spilling over. Balls that just floated are unlucky and really unlucky to rock the net.

And the corrugated attack continues.

The most horrible set play still shows height and strength, screaming into the dining room. This is a battle that can never be fought against Japan. And I think this is a way of fighting that I've been hoping for the last few decades.

Instead of turning the pass, float the ball and drop it with your head. It's a simple way to take things from time immemorial. Has less risk and certainty.

But what makes you feel like a boulder would be the third point that impresses you as a strong Belgium. A sharp and precise pass came all the way to the goal area at once, and I turned my buddies into more accurate shoots.

A scream called AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. So painful.

Everyone screams that it's a lie, and the ticket that's the top eight I've ever dreamed of is going to be torn to bits.

In the meantime, it's only half an hour.

Tonight, the victory was brought to them, not to Japan.

The battle doesn't know how to fall. Words I hear all the time, but I was heartily reminded if this was the case.

And, then Marie looks back with a grumpy face. That look doesn't seem to have swallowed things up yet.

"Oh, no?

Look alternately at the screen and my face, then turn your gaze to everyone around you. I saw Uridora looking relaxed and now she looks a little crying.

"Because I worked very hard. You hit a much prettier chute than the other team, and the keeper that big never even touched it?

Little tears accumulate in the light purple eyes. I couldn't find a word to speak, and I picked the fingertips of a girl who had no place to go.

"'Cause those lovely players... they were working really, really hard. It was a fine fight with a small body. Yet..."

Hey, isn't the fight over yet?

Her eyes are directed to the monitor, as I hope so. But there were warriors there who fisted the lawn and collapsed.

Couldn't stand the footage, the half fairy elf turned into a cried face.

The loser just repeated the self-questions "if you do this then," "what if," and "why," after the grass pitch.

He flipped his previous reputation of being super understated and shined even on the big stage of this final tournament. I even think it looks like Japan is scattered all the time. [M]

Her cleanliness made her cry. Clear tears fall from next to next, and I can't stand to cover my face with my shoulders.

I regret losing. But I'm proud somewhere.

That was about the dramatic score and the big reversal play.

As time went by, there was a storm of praise from the world saying no way the little Japanese could have fought so brilliantly. He was attracting people to the way he kept attacking them so bravely.

But still, Mariabelle cries because of the weight of the years of every four years. Many of the great players have retired and will never see it again.

But I'm proud that our Elf's chest was stamped with a solid bravery.

Thank you for making me look good. With that in mind, I continued to stroke her head until I stopped crying.

No, thank you so much for a great game. With all my heart, I wiped Mr. Elf's eyes. [M]