Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Marie in her short sleeves often stops walking after seeing what was placed in the corner of the mall.

"A lot...... every wish? I don't know what that is. It's a lot of paper."

"Yeah, is it that time of year already? It's New Year's Eve."

Stop pushing your bike and I'll look up into the night sky too.

Despite the rainy season, this was a rare starry night. It may have seemed unusual to her, an elf tribe, to be the three heavily lacking moons, the streets of the ancient shopping district, and the waving sage in the wind.

Watching the kids run, then she asks.

"I wonder if this is a wish."

"Um, I wonder. Neither of them makes a difference to God, but I don't know if they'll make a wish."

If you look at it, you get a lot of childish wishes like "I hope you're smarter" and "I want to be a football player". The colorful booklet was shaken by the wind, turning a single saucer into a sumptuous one.

With a one-point pattern of black cats on her chest, she mumbles a small wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"So, have you made a wish yet?

"Oh, yeah, I didn't. This is a children's event, so if I disturb you... there's no such thing as a decision. Of course Marie wouldn't mind joining us."

I flipped my remarks along the way because the girl looked up at me in shock. If you turn your pale purple eyes round and look like you've been betrayed by Amen, you'll have to turn back now. Other than me, I'm sure. Definitely.

There's wind tonight, and I'm not so concerned about the humidity during the rainy season. It would be great for a walk. That's why I quickly decided to head with her to the stationery store.

The girl walking in front is wearing a large rash hat so that she can't see her long ears, shaking her bright white hair to the right and to the left.

But what bothers me is what kind of wish she wants. Needless to say, it is an elf tribe, over a hundred years old. I wonder what she wants like that. Would you like to become a Great Demon Mentor or improve your Japanese?

That's what she thinks, she looks back in a blazer-style skirt without stopping walking.

"Ichiro. What kind of event is Seventh Eve?

"Uh, that's an old myth. It's a love story between two men and women: Weiwei and Hiroshi."

Oh, she laughs at the edge of her lips. And he was interested, and when he slowed his steps, he walked next to me.

The neighborhood is shopping street, and the lights of shops light up the street everywhere. Pedestrian-only and no driveway, so I slowly told the old story.

Hiroshi, a cowkeeper and worker, and a weaving princess who specializes in textiles.

With God's permission, the two were finally allowed to marry.

But not too many of them, who are close, will turn their jobs aside and invite God's wrath.

As punishment...... no, I was shifted west by Weiwei so these two wouldn't get lazy, and east by Hiroshi.

"But the two of us get so sad that they only allowed us to meet once a year. That's tonight."

When I tell her that, the girl still looks subtle.

"I've noticed it for a long time, but Japanese mythology is strange."

"Oh, yeah?

"Yes, yes. Absolutely. Even if we can't keep cattle or make fabrics, no one will have any trouble but ourselves."

If that makes you angry, God would have honeyed up their front, etc., and the girl is trying to argue or her nose is rough. He's swelling his cheeks, and he's pulling my elbow for consent.

"I have theories, but this sounds like a Chinese myth..."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. This is a powerhouse issue. I can't allow you to keep your mouth shut with strength when you say you're a couple living together."

Yeah? I think I touched her harp line somehow.

When I do think of them only once a year, I don't have to feel sorry for them, no matter how long God lives.

I think so, and I look up at the night sky as I push my bike.

"Besides, July 7th is rainy season. Unless you're in an area where you celebrate on the lunar calendar, I don't really remember a beautiful evening so far."

"What, no way, but you're only going to say it once a year, but if it rains, you're going to tell me you can't meet the two of them?

"Hmm, you have a fuzzy memory there. But because of that, I think I want it to be clear."

And that's when Marie's face was sucked into the store lights. It's the TV audio that's audible to my ears, and they're predicting the weather tonight.

The wind is strong and the announcer's voice echoes that it turns into rain at night. When I looked softly to the side, the girl was only slightly clouded in the face.

"... so why don't we all write a wish?

Turning around, she looked strange at the abrupt words she was now saying. I add words to her like that.

"Only once a year, it's the night we all wish it was clear."

I felt a lamp lighting over her head. It was a look that seemed so, and the grin returned to her expression.

"I'm convinced, you know what? Then I hope it will be sunny all night, too, and I shall write only one of them my wish"

Yeah, and she convinced me, and when I parked my bike, I was sucked into by a nearby stationery store.

In fact, that's not the case on sunny days.

In the morning, even the sight of a wet rectangle stretched out on asphalt with rain is the image of an event called the Seventh Eve.

May Weaver and Hiroshi meet under a starry sky full of heaven.

I can't remember how many years it's been since I wrote my short book in magic. But I just get colorful thick paper, and it hits me in the nostalgia somewhere.

When I was a kid, I didn't know the day would come when I'd touch something I'd forgotten. With that in mind, I reach out and follow my stuff and Marie's.

"Oh, this is..."

"Oh, no, don't look! Forget it now!

They pulled my shirt all the time, but it's hard to forget right away. "I want to be able to ride my bike," which was written in a windy light purple booklet, and at the end of the day, it said "Mayi". That's what I can tell I wrote hard about the letters I'm studying, which go hand in hand with the content. It's also childish and smiling again.

It was so bad for my heart, though I stayed hallucinated in my earlier practice!

"Ah, laugh at me again! Do you understand? Bicycles don't have any support. Not a single one, huh? It takes a lot of practice and talent to get through that! Besides, he might be the first to try in the Elves!

All I could do was sneer back at her complaining. [M]

"Shall we practice together again tomorrow"

"... yeah, right. It's not like I've decided I don't have any talent yet."

The girl looked at the bike with teasing eyes, letting her lips squeeze.

Then again, I look up at the night sky with those eyes.

That night sky, much clearer than usual, is beautiful without a single cloud. The three heavily lacking moons did not disturb the brilliance of the stars, but only the sound of the bruised and swinging satyr echoed around them.

Walk slowly under the unreliable street lights and teach Marie the song of "Takeshima" she remembers. She's originally a beautiful girl with a voice. Those who follow and pass by even small singing look back.

Under the beautiful night sky, me and the elf girl walk that way for a while.

Thanks to the good sunshine, or the short book, the day a girl could ride her bike wasn't about that far away.