Life with my Little Sister

"Oh Ma Tsu Ri"

"Huh!

Fee, mother and brev are screaming.

Finally, it's the day of the star festival.

It's one of Cyril's biggest events, so we all know exactly what to do.

Because even my dear Sisty seems slightly softened.

If MyAngel is happy, I'm happy too, and if Mother is fun, I'm fun too, but some parts of me personally find it just a little unfortunate.

That's because the type of store and the products are almost the same as last year.

Of course, I am aware that this is a luxurious way of thinking.

I guess everyone who is honestly happy to be able to hold the festival again this year and enjoy opening the store is healthier and in the right way of heart.

On the other hand, it is also unfortunate that it was not possible to obtain the idea or novelty of a product for sale.

As I mentioned, I know that's a luxurious way of thinking.

(The unusual part, of course...)

I saw it last year this year, and the then unpopular eel skewer wasn't for sale.

Instead, there is a noodle bowl shop, which is in full swing.

In order to enjoy the festival more, it is our policy to avoid eating a long bowl, but many visitors continue to line up even though it is a long line of snakes.

I guess that's all I'm saying is that eels act as eyeball products.

Some customers must be from afar and eat here for the first time.

I want them to spread the delicacy of eels elsewhere.

(Oh? Some of them look like 'liners'......)

From the little children to the tired Osama, there are those who stand in line to be rewarded.

Nothing 'letting the store out' seems to be the only way to make money at the festival.

"Al, do you have a store you'd like to see?

My mother peeks into my face.

Was it thought to be low tension because I thought of it as this? Or did you simply care for my child?

"That's right... For starters, I think I'd like to feed Fee hungry. After that, I wonder if it's a show..."

If there is no significant change in the diet other than eel, it would be better to look at it on the go.

"Kikuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! to give priority to Phew's stomach! - That's sweet! Phew, glad! Phew, I like it!

My sister, who is stuck with anti-stray measures, is going to rain a kiss on my cheek.

Well, actually, this girl's not going to enjoy the festival on her stomach.

"What does Phee want to eat?

"It's delicious! Phew, yummy is good!

It is an instant answer.

But, angel, whatever you eat, it's delicious, isn't it?

"Ah! Yes! Peaches! There, they're selling peaches! Phew, I like peaches! I like pink! I like sweet! - But I love it! Phew, I want that one!

"Oh, Phee wants peaches, huh? Shall we then?"

Mr. Dorothea is buying his granddaughter peaches.

Peaches in this world are quite expensive compared to that in Japan.

Granma, who still feeds her without hesitation, may also be a pretty good grandson lover.

At the same time, I reiterate that the military uniform who gave me this easy assortment of expensive fruits is a good guy.

"Hehe...! Sweet......"

Fee smiles.

Is this okay if I just worry about the other kids' stomach condition for a little while?

Even so, Brev's guy would claim it even if he was hungry, so virtually the only understated kid who doesn't claim to be hungry is one.

"Sisty. Sisty, do you want something to eat?

"Huh? Oh, you know, I...?

You didn't think you'd be shook up by yourself, Hatko made it a Kyoton.

And then I lean shy.

"Oh, um... If you can, the...... Or grilled miso..."

You're still a sinister kid.

I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of.

"Yeah. Grilled miso, isn't it delicious? I like you, too."

"~ Eh."

He looks embarrassed, but he seems happy.

Sisty doesn't talk about anything, but she's got her amethyst eyes on me hot.

Did you think you found a comrade?

"Me, meat! Mr. Dorothea, I want some meat!

"Yes, sir. Then I'll buy you something."

Granma laughs in a troubled breeze, but she doesn't like it.

I guess I'm in the same mood around here when they give me breakfast.

It should also be noted that Mr. Dorothea's husband - Grandpa Shark - is stuffed at headquarters this year as head of security.

That happened last year, so you won't be free on the day of the festival.

The person regretted it painfully, but there would be no choice in all this.

"Mr. Dorothea, Mr. Dorothea! All right, eat it, eat it, eat it!

"Phew! Huh, I'll eat more too! Phew, I like it delicious! I like it!

Buying and eating made everyone hungry and I finally got to look around at the show.

This is not much of a substitute for last year's, and there are some Bakuchi stores that were there last time.

There are also "Slashers" and "Beaters"...

"Yeah?"

This year's shopkeeper looked familiar.

(I saw that at the King's Capital festival, wasn't that the old man who was tangled up with the chimpy nobleman, Villy?)

It would be rude to call Grandma because it would still be around thirty, but it is indisputable that she was there, a slayer then.

(Eh... Now it's July 1206 and it was February 1205 when I went around the festival with a handsome guy...)

Fine, it's been a while.

Nevertheless, I miss it.

Rude story, but if I hadn't seen you here, I might have left it behind.

He still seems to be making money exposing himself to it.

Unlike other slashers and batterers, the thing is that they are blindfolded during the game.

That would draw attention.

In fact, there are more galleries and challengers than any other 'peer'.

"Al! That slayer is amazing! He's blindfolded!?"

The Brev boy shines his eyes, pointing to his old man.

"Hey, hey, let's go check it out!? Okay?

Lady Hatko wants to see her show to my grandmother and my own sister.

I have no particular objection.

Everyone just laughs and snorts in the breeze of trouble with Brev's attitude.

When the target was set for the slayer, the Hatko boy swung his favorite ten-hander with a boom.

I mean, I'm motivated.

"Brev, are you going to try that guy?

"Whoa! 'Cause it sounds like fun!

Well, if it's this guy's personality, he won't be satisfied just to see it.

My personal observation is that Brev's movements are a few steps inferior to those of Villy, even if she is separated from the child.

That slayer was proud of his unbearable body.

So I see what the result will be.

I can see it, but this is also a celebration. It would be impeccable to stop.

Try playing against a strong opponent, and there may be something you can grab.

"Whoa, whoa! Let me try too!

Brev rushes to the slayer well.

Both the people waiting for the order and the gallery are smiling and watching because their little kids named them.

After one game, the shopkeeper took his blindfold and stared at Brev.

"Oh, of course you don't mind. We welcome everyone's challenge. You will follow every order, rule, fee, etc. - Oh?"

So the man looked at me.

"When will you be?"

Apparently he remembered me.

The star of that time should have been a totally handsome guy.

"Hi."

When I bowed my head, he laughed with a bitter look.

You must have remembered that Villey couldn't help but blow the challenge.

"Hmm? Al, do you know this old lady?

"No, I just saw it before at the King's Capital festival."

"Hmm? Well, Al hasn't made a challenge, has he?"

"This kind of thing, I specialize in seeing. I don't like rough stuff."

"Then leave it to me!

"Oh, good luck with that"

"Ha... Be gentle."

The slayer laughs, and Brev joyfully braves himself into a line of challengers.

One game is about a minute, and that game is promising, so I can wait without boredom.

The rules here are no different from those of the King's Capital.

No ring-out allowed.

Only one type of weapon.

End when the hourglass drops.

The use of witchcraft is prohibited.

The minimum charge is 1,000 yen in Japanese yen, with no cap.

If you hit a slayer, you'll get twice as much money.

As we've seen before, the store owner blindfolds during the game, and deliberately makes it look critical and "performs" dramatic, so the corner guests rejoice.

As always, we even have monkeys to throw in the twist, but that just seems to contain quite a bit of forehead.

Not a single challenger has been able to hit this slasher.

Yet the uninterrupted legs of the guests are likely to be blindfolded and have numerous other ideas. You're a good businessman.

And here comes Brev's turn.

"Good luck brother......!

Sisty whispers.

This Hatcoz is a good brother and sister, too, right?

"Alright! Win here and double your pennies at once. Ahh!

Brev is gaining momentum.

Apparently, Mr. Dorothea isn't going to give me the challenge fee, he's going to cut his own stomach.