Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The sky is stained at night, with cars with headlamps running round and round.

That sounds like a pretty girl's voice.

"That's how much I can tell. I'm learning a lot about common sense."

That's what Mariabelle says with her sister bluffing. Earlier, when I went out on the sidewalk from the condo grounds, I said, "How do you call a taxi?" Uridora asked the question.

Hmm, Uridora, and I snort behind it.

I've spent more than six months in Japan, and I'm fluent in Japanese. At first there was something strange about pronunciation, but I can speak it so naturally that I may say it's my mother tongue already.

So even in terms of general common sense, you must be learning a lot. So good luck and I'll watch as you support me in the chest.

Now the girl looked into the driveway and there was a taxi from afar that said "empty car".

"Look, it's very easy to call a cab. That's about as much as anyone can do. You wouldn't be in business, would you? So all you have to do is stand in the right direction and raise your hand."

Oh, apparently you know exactly what I mean.

Hmm. I see. Uridora nods admirably, and glances into the driveway in the same way. She seemed nervous and raised her brow butt a few times, and Marie gently raised one hand when she saw fit.

Even from the taxi driver's point of view, she is very discerning. Because a child like a fairy with bright white hair stretches out his back and raises one hand diligently.

We didn't get it, but the driver said, "Huh?," he groaned and looked at Mariabelle, and raised his gaze upwards to a trick he thumbed up like a hitchhike, "Hmm?" and groans again.

The taxi showed a strange behavior: stopping to the frightened shoulders because of it.

She was so happy to have succeeded, Marie said, "Yay!," he said, making a small jump, and Uridora praised, clapping, "That's right.

"Well, have you seen my common sense level?"

Yeah, that's a shame. I can't believe the way taxis and hitchhikes mix.

But as a result, I should say O'Rei, because you stopped the car for me, and I can't complain about it, and I want to spoil my lovely Mr. Elf.

"Yeah, that's Mariabelle. You swallow fast and you can count on it."

"Please don't stroke your head like a child. But even you have a spoiling habit, so be aware of it. It's so easy for me."

She has a grumpy eyebrow but is happy, and she is dyeing her cheeks slightly red.

Hi, my elf is so expressive that I don't think he's over 100 years old, and I like these childish tricks, too.

But I don't think it's enough to be told you have a spoiling habit. As she continued to stroke her head with that in mind, Marie snorted well with Hunce.

Well, shall we leave for Jinye Town at night for the celebration?

The street, which is like a mix of homes and drinkers, is just a few minutes walk from the station. Neon's electrical decorations are also distant around here, streetlights, and the warm lights underneath the house dye the road.

The first couple to take the lead in directing the road are a couple who held hands together. Thanks for taking me to the world of dreams. After one incident, I can ask you to become more intimate.

When I asked her wondering about that point, Kaoruko looked back shaking her hair to her shoulder.

"That's right. Because I had the same taste."

"Yeah, a common topic is important to couples. I don't know much about comics and games, but it's fun to be taught about elf language and the second tier. Somehow, I'm excited for not being old enough"

With that said, he lifted the edge of his mouth.

Because it was really hard at one time. They suspect it's an affair, they think it's me, that Kaoruko is crying a lot. We men are deeply frightened by the crisis of conjugal separation.

Because we survived that ordeal, we even got to meet eye contact. Leaked a breath of smudge and relief from each other.

And with his shoulder shrugged off, Toru looks back.

"But I came to you earlier. When I leave the ticket, suddenly the kids of the fantasy world are waiting for me. Kitase is probably the only one who understands the feeling of being out of place at the time."

Hey, I'm used to it, Thoroughness. Uridora is a brunette with no complaints, but when I talk to her, she has a lot of dodgy spots and a lot of adoration. Hopefully I'm not surprised at the gap with appearance.

Thinking of it that way, he was spoken to with the voice of smudge.

"I've never been more grateful to have you here today. Doesn't that sound good? I'm relieved."

Yeah, I wonder if so. Besides, as a social worker, I'd be more than happy to tell you that I'm reliable.

"Awkward, no one is more mypaced than you. This is why they make kiln-roasted pizzas in the ancient labyrinth."

"I was really scared then. Something that was all scratched up, but I was stuck with the fabric all by myself"

"Kitase... you're relaxing, just like that face."

Oh, that's crazy. Sure, at that time, no one stopped just saying it was delicious and delicious - even though I only remember being hugely in favor of it.

Shirley starts laughing bitterly, even on her stomach, at the strange look on my face that she's here. When that happens, it's the man who wants to make me laugh more thoughtfully.

"I thought I'd have to refrain from pork bone ramen next."

"Ki, you! Pull that in and do it! If you're a male, you can't cook with faith!!

Shirley laughs unconsciously at the penetration from Uridora, who can't get her hair in between. Playable laughter makes me happy to hear it.

Of course, after that, I was obliged to make ramen... but I was worried that you would forgive me instantly.

And straight ahead, the lantern (penis) floats blurry, as it indicates the destination. Seeing that, Toru looked back with a soft face.

"There it is. We've been in a store for a long time, don't you think Uridora and the others would like it?

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to it. You seem to know all the good stores."

We do snort. I have been told about the store many times before and there are no out-of-the-box trials. If the cooking master is my grandfather for me, the shops and tourist destination selection teacher is this one and the other.

And the store is really good. Is it made from ancient folk wood? It has warmth and flavor, and the old-fashioned lanterns that dye the roof of the house fuel it.

When I walked into the store like I was used to, the owner of the store with the twisted bowl roll said, "Hello!" and raised a powerful voice.

And the women of the fantasy world when they come in, they blink again and again. I can't help it. Right in front of me, I cook with spare charcoal, and the quality oil is just about cooked.

A soy sauce-based sauce is involved in the subtle scorch, and its sweet and tender aroma... makes the store so colorful that I don't even care.

"Nha! That smells good, was this a bird restaurant!

"Yeah, you're a popular baked chicken shop abroad. Uridora, don't let the delicacy slip your hips."

At times like this, you should stir up thoughtful expectations. Don't worry, the deliciousness of the dishes is guaranteed, and above all, Magic Dragon prefers bright Nori over anything else.

Hmm! And when she gets a full grin from a brunette, she seems to be happy not only with me, but with the customers around her. A drunken man said, "Welcome to Japan -!," he called out, "fu, fu, we've been living in Jinyin town for a long time now," and the store was wrapped with a bright laugh.

The unique atmosphere in which the singing songs flow and this delicious looking fragrance have an irresistible appeal. It's not just a place that smells old, though, but a modern atmosphere somewhere in the store with plenty of wood. I think it's a store that seems to be gaining popularity from a wide range of people, including overseas people.

And as for the table seats, everyone's gaze is on the bird dishes that are baked on the spare charcoal.

I wonder if you've heard that the only thing that keeps me fanning at my waist is to keep the smell of charcoal from shifting. More than that, they won't be able to contain their curiosity in a store full of good scents.

I have the menu and I and Toru will choose the next order. You won't even know what you're doing with your first dish, and let's just try it in order first.

It was not long before the roasted chickens were brought to them as they softened.

Everyone glances at the roasting sound of chicken stung in the skewer. A really appetizing look and overflowing fragrance, close to a tight color.

While it is an extremely simple dish of grilling meat, grilled chicken is deep. Use hot charcoal fires to trap the flavor of meat and even spilled oil is used for fragrance.

The burn involves a sweet sauce, which can irritate the nasal cavity with a twinge scent... I can't stand it.

When a cold beer came to Kinkin, my hands were stretched out.

As I said earlier, grilled chicken is deep.

There was an interesting story about this, and the foreign country who was traveling to Japan fell for this attraction, and they responded to the trip many times because they hated overtime but loved grilled chicken. And while I was working overtime, his cliché was determined to be "Death I want to go home and do a grilled chicken shop" so I smiled at him.

That's how hard he found it to resist.

I don't care about the product, I should wear it around. Then you'll also know why the dishes that are too simple have been around for nearly a hundred years.

Chicken cooked at once at high temperatures by reserve charcoal is crisp and fragrant outside, moist and soft inside and sweet again. The more you chew, the more savory the oil flows into your mouth and is occupied by flavor until the moment you finish chewing.

So, ghoul! Mmm! and the women groan, making their expressions glow thoughtfully.

Mariabelle and Shirley close their eyes tightly to the fragrance that looms through their noses, Uridora floats with joy, and swallows with gokun.

It's delicious enough that you're going to be able to eat a pile of rice like this, and instead is a golden beer glass put on the table. Come on, keep enjoying yourself, it sounds like you're whispering.

Gently I move my body and hide Marie from the clerk. All this, it just seems pathetic to stop. You should let me drink it. [M]

The glass was tilted, and he said, "Pfft!" Everyone in the fantasy world threw up with a breath that seemed pleasant.

"Kuhoo! Uh-oh! You're supposed to have just baked it, but the sweetness and flavor are coming in!

"Oh no, I really love Japanese chicken because of its fragrant skin! Mm-hmm, yum!

Shirley also shakes her head vertically so that she agrees. Then shall I take the head of the celebration later?

"Cheers, then, to the breakthrough of the third tier, and victory over the great showdown with the ancient dragons!

"" Kanpaaahhh!!

but the glass was beaten properly, and this is how our celebration began.

Shall we celebrate tonight on the side of the world of dreams, although there is also another achievement that has stopped the invasion from the Gedover country?

The tavern on the corner was wrapped in a bright cheer.