Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Rub your shoulders with the goo, goo, goo, goo.

Mariabelle, sitting in her chair, was completely satisfied and enjoyed my massage with her pompous eyes.

"Heh, one more time at the scapula there...... yeah, ugh, there!

Leaning her torso back slowly, she opened her lips and raised them like she wanted oxygen. There, there, and don't blush for some reason when you repeat yourself with your throat moaned.

"What are you doing, laying down in bed? I think it would be better to massage it properly."

"Oh? Yeah, right, but before I do, I need some more scapula. Last night, you peeked into my diary, so I won't listen to you complaining."

Hmm, and he looked good... but when he took hold of my weakness, he looked really happy. Nevertheless, this is a punishment for obtaining forgiveness, and if so, we must continue until she forgives us.

"I'm sorry, I said I'd read your diary. I lost my curiosity."

"Fine, I'll forgive you if you massage your shoulder blades thoroughly at that rate. So please try harder. No, no, no, no."

She's looking back. That's what she whispers, and she keeps her lips together. I left a bouncing feeling and a floral scent on my cheek, and my vision was grassy with just one act.

Marie is in a good mood to know if I'm upset. [M] I shake my legs hanging out, and I say good luck, good luck, good mouth.

There are rumors that Elf women are beautiful and will never be forgotten once seen. She laughs that it's just an anecdote, but the men of the world will say it's "true". Including me.

I can't help it. I think it's been an unforgettable fate since I met her, and let's say I get tired of my day chores.

When she resumes her shoulder palate in adorable cheer, the girl leaks her voice as she remembers.

"I've never written a diary before, but it's surprisingly interesting to find something new. Why don't you write it down, too? Maybe it'll be a new hobby."

That's what I say, and she gets the diary that she left on the table. When I read through it, my eyes catch on. [M]

Mariabelle loves to grip weaknesses. Kuru looked back abruptly and gave him a happy grin once again.

"Oh, surprise. I can't believe you care so much."

"Well, I wonder how Marie felt about the world she first touched."

"Then maybe I'll tell you something special. Instead, tomorrow, too, right?

An adorable favor for a small neck would be a flavor for a shoulder blade massage. Especially after the bath. He can't wait to take it.

But I don't feel bad about it at all... on the contrary, I want to remember it a little better. I mean, I'd like to meet Mr. Elf's favorite shoulder blade massage and try to bone out Gunya.

So I think it's a good deal. "I did," Marie applauded as she nodded back.

"Then I'll read you a special one the other day of the massage. I wonder which one. Uh, no this, no this either... oh, no this at all!

Huh? I want to hear what you said about that crap.

Eventually you hit it or look back with a sticky look on your face.

This is how I was allowed to learn about the little girl's adventure tonight.

As a price, I was forced to upgrade my skill (skills) in scapula massage, and eventually I would even say, "I can't live without you"... and I would start talking about every thing I could have done roughly a year ago.

A beautiful voice of the Elves echoed into the room on a night of gentle and fine rain.

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Wow and the girl was cheering when she saw the sight of how delicious the lights seemed, such as the uni, the ikura, the trout, the warship roll, etc.

Sushi also continues to spin uninterrupted. Marie was so surprised that the music seemed to be ringing in her head.

"Uh, it's moving!

"It's spinning sushi. Unsurprisingly, history is ancient and has long been loved by ordinary people."

I take the chopsticks and small plates with that answer and prepare them on her tabletop.

This shop is close to Tsukiji and can be reached as soon as you cross the Sumida River. I hear it gets pretty crowded at night, so this is how it came in the bright hours.

Marie is dressed in spring bright clothes and her open, light purple eyes are bright in color.

"It was different than the spin I thought. I can't believe I'm spinning around like this."

Ugh, yeah, you don't really understand the difference when you get cruckled at your fingertips.

The girl sits ston the counter seat with a sigh as she finally gets used to the strange sight. Open your lips while observing the "water only" that was placed there shiitake.

"Ha, you're unbelievable. I can't believe we've been going around that long."

"At first it was mainstream to hold it by hand and let it out on the spot. But this one's cheaper and faster to eat, so thank God for ordinary people like us."

Needless to say, sushi is not Japan's own food culture… but fish dishes that have already spread throughout the world. But it would be a strange sight for the half fairy elves visiting from the world of dreams. He was staring at the sushi that kept him around from next to next and blinking his big eyes.

"... I don't know, the color of the plate is different."

"Yeah, the price varies from color to color. Because each plate you take will make it easier to bill later."

Apparently, even in the midst of surprise, he was making a solid observation. When I tell him that while pointing to the other tabletops, he nods as if convinced.

This is what it looks like, and of course it catches the eye around me, but it doesn't seem to bother the girl who inflated her curiosity.

The salariers take a subtle look at the chills and enjoy how the shaggy foreigners are doing. If you're in the opposite position, I might take a peek.

"They've been losing fish lately, maybe because of the overpopularity of sushi"

"Well, that's an incredible story. I wonder if you could put up with your meals for the fishes."

and so on and give a frightened look while breaking the chopsticks properly.

But I remember things about meals really fast. It's very natural and the word "I'll take it" is a lot more fluent. The surrounding customers also had the impressive face of "whoa" on this.

The girl turns around as she hands and pulls in, wondering how to take the plate.

"Hey, is sushi a raw fish? You think it's a dish that doesn't smell like fish? You sure you don't mind if I hope?

"Of course. But even the Japanese tongue is loud, so if it stinks, the store is crushed."

Answering that, Hmm, the girl nods convincingly.

None of the dishes I've ever spoken of fit Marie's tongue. On the contrary, it is enough to make you taste delicious and the expectations of this country's cuisine rise.

So even if it is such a strange sight, it turns into eyes full of expectations. The girl grinned on her glossy lips and asked:

"Your recommendation, tell me"

"Yeah, right. If I said it with ease of eating, I wonder about that salmon and medium trout. Because it tastes familiar to foreigners."

I stretch my arms out hard to take it toward the plate as it seems to flow away. A small round of applause for the brilliant catch, Ahem and Marie pieced with a face she seemed to be good at.

Well, I don't know about the flavor I'm worried about.

Still unfamiliar meals, Marie and I stare at sushi. We look anxious about each other in that no matter how much tongue fat Japanese food we cook, it's raw fish.

Unexpectedly sip and watch over me as well as Mr. Itamae as it is time to carry it to my mouth with unfamiliar chopsticks. Hang in there, hang in there, our sushi.

- Pfft!

Marie looks scared and still can't chew properly, but she says, "Oh? face." It doesn't smell like anything, so he looks at me, and then he bites.

As the name Toro suggests, it melts. Tuna oil is of good quality, free of any odors, etc. So the rice grain and tangled, the moment I thought it melted...

"Mm-hmm... Huh!

Hold her mouth by hand, Marie leaked her fine voice.

The flavor even feels sweet, which pushes me closer. This is the popularity of medium trolls. The horror of the taste spreading all over your mouth at once so that the dam will break. This flavour spread all over the world.

How many times have you slapped me in the arm because of an impulse you can't see? Light purple eyes glittered and it was "Hit!" That's what I said.

I drank so much that she could finally put her thoughts to the mouth.

"Wait, this is really delicious... n 'ha, I'm surprised! What's this? Medium troll? You say medium troll, okay, I'll make sure you take care of it!

Even if it's elf, the way we call the mid trolls is perfectly clear to the customers around us. Surprisingly cute kid punches me in the tongue and makes me look like a nigga.

The clerk who was watching it also called to tell me a secret story when he approached me.

"Today's big trout is delicious. Big troll, you know what I mean? I have a preference, but today's one is a lot better than the middle trout."

With a smiling smile, Marie rounds her eyes. But I only know a few reasons to look like that. It's unfathomable to be a clerk in the other world, and it's common to keep dishes quiet and donned.

Although I am studying Japanese, it is still smiling how I answer "Aligato, Gozaimus" in a small voice. The clerk grinned happily. I'm sure that's not a sales smile or anything.

"Surprised, you smile everywhere in the Japanese dining room. So, what's an auto?

"Apparently, there's a bigger troll, higher than a medium troll. I've heard rumors, too, but I didn't know there was a real thing."

That's right. When I answered the joke mix, I rounded out my tiny purple eyes.

I had just learned the intense taste and the next being appeared again. This is the same as Nori, who says, "He's the weakest of the Four Heavens," and the girl still waves, "There's no way that's happening" or anything.

"I'll see if this is real or not! One, please!

and says with his index finger up vigorously. It was a line about whether I'd lose, but it's actually making my eyes glitter. Even my aunt around me had the smiling face of "uh".

Yeah, well, you're smiling, aren't you, Marie? Even if you're toying, you'll get right to the look on your face, and that's coming from the sound of your voice.

So the clerk said, "Ayyyy!" He smiles back, and I'm sure he'll put more on his arm to grip you to make you know what Japanese tastes like.

When he said "relieved" to miso soup full of fish shellfish, the big trout, the eyeball product of the day, came.

I'm on a plate of gold with Den, and needless to say, it's the finest. Overall whiter and more lustrous than earlier. The way you softly bring your chopsticks closer must know that it's an expensive product.

"And I can't believe it. I can't believe it's bigger than inside... Well, I'll take it..."

Gone flabby.

There is no such thing as earlier. Because the sushi ahead destroyed it to the tip of the wood.

As I watched along with Mr. Itami to see how it was subtle, I heard the voice "Ofu" coming from next door.

For some reason she pinned her spine and the girl stopped chewing.

Because it is so greasy, the taste of big trolls is divided. But that's a big mistake. If you're just a chunk of fat, you don't get a deep taste or anything, and it's up to nature to adjust the flavor of how it brings out the lean, and it's up to Mr. Itama's arm.

And today it is a real big troll.

The large trout in frosty condition melts the moment it is already in the mouth when it becomes a good product so far. Melted at once, and at once the taste ran through her mouth, tasted the flavor and acidity of the lean offal even this, and the girl shook her body.

Um, the irresistible look on your face. That's the thing.

My eyes shine like gems, and I enjoy the taste with the slow bite of Mogu, Mogu, and. No, I can't wait. Unexpectedly, I'm going to ask you this.

"I wonder. I don't think it's possible for me to outnumber the mid trout, but what about the truth?

Pampered, and momentum slapped him on the shoulder with par.

She has her lips in the shape of a laugh because she can't help but want to tell her right away, and if she didn't have a big troll in her pocket, she might have blown it out. She finally opens her mouth with such a really beautiful grin that her eyes line up.

"Eat, eat, you too! If you don't eat this, you'll definitely regret it later! Absolutely! I guarantee you, Spirit Mage, and if you're worried, I'll ask you to come with me."

No, this will be cute.

She's so pretty that she can see it, and she pulls her sleeve when she's crummy. Neither does the nearness of the customers around us stop, enough to hear the orders of the big trolls everywhere.

"On top of this, there's actually a camato."

I can't, I can't do this anymore as an elf! All I'm saying is, you know, funny, cute guy who looks like he's shaking his head. For some reason, a laugh came up from the bottom of my belly, and it was hard to give it away. Really.

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"I shouldn't. I can't believe this time of year makes me want sushi..."

Hough, the girl says so in a sigh.

He has his hands gently on his stomach and at some point he keeps his back with me. You want to make a suggestion like this because it's something that stares at the diary with a gnarly attitude.

"What would you think if I told you there was a sushi shop open even at this hour?

".................. Huh!

I heard a lot of throat ringing.

It's time to fall asleep now, but suddenly my stomach cravings have increased, and I can't stop myself anymore. If there was only one way to stop it... yes, it would be the quickest way to actually eat it.

Like when I was at that sushi shop, no, no, Marie waved the first time.

"No, no, no. That's something you should never do. It's unacceptable. Because if I eat that delicacy until I'm full, if I eat it..."

"Then why don't you go?

When asked so, the girl looks back.

I stared with my light purple eyes and then replied "Go" extremely succinctly.

"Then I need to change my clothes immediately. Marie, can you stand up properly?

"Of course that's about it...... oh? My legs are right...... wait, wait, this is because of the massage, so I don't want to leave it!

Face to face and say, "Stick around!" It's the first time in my life I've been told.

Lift a girl as light as a feather as you think so. I immediately clung to my neck and thought it was warm.

Take a glimpse of the closed diary and then we head for the night drive. It was apparently true that there was a new discovery when I wrote the diary.