Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

But it was just too hot to spend time in a blanket.

Tori fell and Marie finally got her head out of the blanket, sweating and exhaling hot as it was. He still holds my head in his arms while he has some decent eyes.

"This is going to be a busy winter. We have to learn Japanese ceremonies."

Mariabelle squeaks as she repeats her breath into small pieces trying to cool down the heat.

New events are added to the annual event, and a round mark is drawn on the calendar in your head. We think maybe something fun will happen.

Get her hands on the bed. She tried to wake herself up, but she couldn't because she lost her strength. I'm sure it's because I cried a lot.

Instead, he stays in an extended position trying to take the pillow... shivering his body often.

"I wonder what kind of tenacity the Elves have."

"… blessed under an ancient tree. And tell each other their names, and they will give them their names."

I think what you're whining about like every wow is probably thinking about the Elves' wedding. Sweating once in a while is unusual for a night in the middle of autumn.

Her lovely voice echoed in my ear, thanks to which the view of the ceremony became clearer and clearer.

"That's how we decide when we're done with the formal procedure. I don't care if you eat or dance. It's important that we all feel fun."

"Then I'd say cooking...... but I wonder if I can source ingredients. No, I kind of feel like Uridora's gonna stick it out, too."

The girl reached out and hugged me on my shoulder like she had to. As usual, my nails eat tightly into my skin.

And we slowly exhaled each other, breathing a suitable breath for the night.

"... but it's a story between the Elves"

"Oh, was the disability still waiting? Then I have a challenge to overcome."

Yeah, and Marie laughs.

Unaccustomed to staying up late, her voice tends to interrupt, trying to remain conscious somehow and seemingly committed to being rational.

"Say hello to everyone inside... oh, this was over. I have already said hello to the chief, and the rest will be tested for strength, so I will show you" foolishness "and" overload (overload) of the quintessential definition ". I'm sure everyone will be surprised. It's about money you don't need."

That's what I said, or I've been biting my nose. Like a twisted kitten. Or as proud as it is of being my male.

Yeah, that's the exact opposite of what's required on this side. It depends on the region, but you can ask for a fine ceremony. No, have the habits changed with nostalgia these days?

Cold or sleepy, Mariabelle is faintly shivering her shoulders and turning into blurred eyes.

"Me, me..."

Consciousness is getting more and more scattered, and words are not taking shape again. It's almost bedtime.

I whisper softly to her as she narrows her eyes. [M]

"Shall we get ready during the winter and celebrate the ceremony in the spring? Marie's favorite cherry blossom season."

Walk in the flower garden with fluffy eyes. Perhaps I am thinking softly of the sight to be greeted not so far away.

Whispering suggestions are accepted and she hugs me firmly. And after repeated deep breaths several times trying to make her feel down, the girl shrugged her wet hair with her fingers with sweat.

"Hey, uh... I can't rely on my body badly. I wonder if they're half fairy elves."

We prefer an irregular conversation. But when my plump lips layered, I waited for a quiet night.

"Surprised, I can't believe what Uridora was saying was true"

"Yeah, what's up?

This is a bathroom with the lights off and I'm just carefully washing her hair sitting on a chair. I didn't know, but he had a surprisingly hard time washing his long hair.

As Marie looks up on her back, she opens her lips shaking her every bare leg.

"Me, it's your turn. I heard it like everyone else, but I didn't think it would happen in a year."

"It's my turn... I still prefer animal expressions. As far as I'm concerned, it was a future-oriented confession."

Elves and people have different lifespans, so I hesitated forever. But even that was well understood by the Magic Dragon, and was it well thought of?

But there are laws in Japan, and I don't think you can ever act irresponsibly. No, I'm lonely as to whether such circumstances have anything to do with the Magic Dragon.

Let's talk to Toru, who works in the bureau shortly about the difficult story. It's more important to wash your hair now than that.

"In Japanese marriages, there are a few clinging points. I want to discuss whether it is traditional Japanese style or gorgeous Western style first. I guess the only thing we have in common is your parents and other escorts. If you're having a ceremony in Japan, you might want to ask Uridora."

"Oh, that's good. I'm sure you'll be happy. I wonder if you'll be accompanied by your grandfather."

Right, it's hard to get a voice out of it. My mother's face suddenly came back to life, and somehow she felt a voice saying, "You should stop."

- I wonder what your voice is now.

I don't know whose word that is. I don't know why not, and I see the sight of my mother's face being smeared with a pencil all at once...

"? My hands have stopped, but what is it?

"... no, it's nothing. Then I'll flush it with hot water, so warm it up slowly."

"Huh? Ugh, yeah, okay. I was so excited to take a bath with you."

No, I have a little more mind preparation for that, and I gently showered her with a giggle.

In the living room, which is still dark, it falls to the floor as it leads to the wall. I have unrepresentative anxiety, but I don't even know what it is.

Vague anxiety. While that swells, it's still going to be squashed from the back side.

"I shouldn't, I have to hide Mariabelle"

Get yourself up and stop moving perfectly.

What did I say now? I'm hiding it. Why did you say that?

What is this? Something's supposed to be going on, but I have no idea.

But when I noticed, I had goosebumps all over my arm... and I was freaked out.

The katans and doors shake.

"Kazuhiro, are you okay?

"... yeah, I'm fine. I wonder if coffee milk would be good for orthodox after a bath."

Making the bath towel stick, the elf girl drips Shizuku from her hair with epilepsy. He looks at me standing up and puts it between his legs and then opens his lips.

"Well, sometimes I want to know your favorite drink. More than that, you'll catch a cold sitting there."

Crushing my unstoppable anxiety, I laugh as usual. Soft, gentle, and with a slightly sleepy face.

Apparently, at some point, the magic was solved.

The goo and tower were blown by a strong gust.

The wind that can be blown up from the bottom mixes black dust and dyes it dark to the sky.

There is a scary demonic carcass on the surface, which turns into dust and inhibits sunlight. So while it was midday in the desert zone, the soldiers guarding the tower remembered the odd chills.

There are two who look down upon the sand from the heights.

An old tower keeper and a woman who follows him. The dark hair peeking from the white robe is wet like a crow's feather, covering it up to the clavicle.

…………

The grandfather woman looks at the horizon and does not make a single physical move. Was it also an uncontrollable impulse, and my forehead rang, and eventually the horns grew all the time?

It takes a disastrous form and is never found in the human race. The old man beside you wouldn't even notice if the color of his eyes were reversed by black and white, or he just scratched the crystal sphere.

As I recall, the old man opens his squeaky mouth.

"Summer Night Son (Kayako), your legacy from antiquity, the unwilling demon (Common Devil), will soon come across the border. There was only sand and sun, and this country is going to be busy."

"... right. Hehe, it's going to be really fun."

He may look different from his eyes again, even if he comes close with a strange appearance, sounding his heel once upon a time. She moved her body to peek at the crystal and waited for her as if she were a friend.

When I put my hand on his shoulder, the woman's back, called Summer Night Son, wobbles deliberately. The look on the old man's face does not change at all, even as the signs of darkness are carried around and the surroundings are darkened for a time.

I wonder what the sight was on that crystal.

Eventually, the woman turned her creases and lips into a form of laughter.