The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

The flow from it was just brilliant.

- Something small jumped high from Yuki's hand, hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly in the shadow that went from bottom to top in front of her, Rush's consciousness with her deviates from Yuki.

Yuki is not such a sweet person that she misses the big gap she was born into. At that moment, she pulled his, blade-handed right arm towards herself with all her might. The tip of the blade is stuck in her throat. It's a suicide act if you normally think about it - but her thoughts weren't there.

In Yuki's abrupt behavior, Rush reflexively releases his arm in the opposite direction from the force exerted by her. The blade came a long way just before it touched Yuki's neck. That would not have fixed it, and would have given her freedom. Yuki quickly sat down on the spot and then got out of his custody.

Something jumped up reaches near the ceiling, reflecting the addition or subtraction of light for a moment, pulled down by gravity. Eventually, it subsided without sound in Yuki's right hand, where he sat down.

Stand up instantly using a spring on your lower body as you tuck it into your chest pocket with your right hand, Yuki relative to Rush. You wanted to throw him away, or you tried to grab his right arm with your right hand - but you quickly reroute and stick out the binder on your left. Shortly afterwards, the blade on Rush's left hand damaged the back of the binder. I didn't seem to miss pulling it out of my ass pocket.

"Ko, ko, you amah......!

"Oh, I don't like it. Where (or where) are you getting hit by that 'Ama'?

You don't have to bother stirring it up. - I think, because of her personality, is there a way to do it?

Even wanting to be prevented by a shield (binder) the weapon I had hidden, I looked around looking for an exit, but when I leaned against the wall and found Sputnik just staring at what was going on, I bit my teeth regrettably for some reason. Even though you thought the second wave (Sputnik) would stop where you successfully deceived her and escaped. I can't get away from her where she is, even though she says that such a thing is a worry that you don't need to think about.

Yuki laughed. with abusive eyes.

"Well."

Squeeze, stick your right hand in your nose with the shadow of a binder. And when she quickly took something out, she stepped in and poked it out in his face.

"The old man said. The pen is stronger than the sword."

What sticks out is a fountain pen, and there is no lid beyond it. It would have been a huge injury if I had been stuck in the eye as well, but Rush was quick. I let him try to avoid that for a second. I laugh nitrously as I seep through the sweat - but unfortunately, Yuki even spotted the motion.

To the ensuing Yuki attack, Gue, and the crushed voice of the frog was not Rush, but Sputnik just watching. He couldn't afford to raise his voice.

"If you're hanging in a steeple, there's something about how to take an attitude when you're hanging, right?

Sputnik also remembers the nausea and pain with which the world flips. Whether the leaky whine "Eh Sae Nee......" had reached her ear once again. Rush broke his hips and held down his groin as his kicked through heel left him without hesitation. What should I say about that attitude without saying 'gap'? Yuki smiled full face, high and high, shaking her legs up - dropping them against his head. It was not enough to uncover Rush, which is the power of the woman, but enough to sink herself to the floor.

"Gu, uhh..."

"Nothing is more offensive than hearing a man gasp.... Well."

Yuki lifts his jaw, squatted round his back, with her toenails. The facing face was painted with covetousness and tears, and he was scratching his liposuction with surprise again.

"Sputnik. Restraint," he said, short instructions. Sputnik takes out the packing string he had brought just in case and walks toward the two of them. Rush did not resist.

Eventually Yuki took it out of her chest pocket was a fountain pen lid. Apparently that's what was thrown at the ceiling earlier. She put the tip of the fountain pen (bump) in the lid after making sure the enemy was completely inactive.

Smiling joyfully, Yuki says the word "bye" to the rearrangement.

"Shall we begin the interrogation? Where are my people?"

"Hey buddy...?

"There's nothing you can do about it. Answer me."

Rush's cheeks, bound and rolled with his hands and legs, are stroked like Yuki's toes threaten him.

"There will be a few fellow wizards. It's not your fault I let you monitor that trend."

To her words, I remember much more. - Yes, those wizards.

Seeing how that Sputnik was, Yuki said, "I'm glad I told you," without even grinning. "That's the kind of place that's detoured," he said.... Damn, it hurts my ears.

Anyway, Rush waved his blanket at the inquiry, with all the momentum of a thousand cuts.

"And I don't know"

"Ah?

Yuki's voice is low and he looks grumpy and cloudy at the answers he doesn't like returned. Likewise, the frown wrinkles deepened - Rush finally screamed.

"True! And believe me, I don't have company!

"Then the wizard..."

"Police! Grow up!"

What was she going to say about the rest of it?

But hearing that didn't come true. The entrance door opens with both flashy sounds, and it's the voice of a man that sounds good. Then, eventually, the fellow enters the store. It is the arrival of the police station.

I felt like I could hear one tongue pounding indoors that would make noise on Russia, but it didn't come true to see if that was an illusion. Because she, the Lord of it, was rushing toward the police station, faster than Sputnik could say something. In a foothold that is likely to persist and doesn't feel comfortable.

"Oh, Patrol."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Yes. But... I was scared..."

It was hard to tell because of the reflection of the glasses, but even seemed to seep tears in the eyeballs I ran to.

Calm down, Yuki took a deep breath about twice, then.

"Um, Su, Master Sputnik helped me. Me, the knife was pointed at me, I'm selfless, I don't really remember... oh, but sure, I'm a binder, I got that guy... hey, hey, hey."

He screamed at the deep, determined blade wound behind the binder, like he just noticed. "If you take a different step, I will…" gives Yuki, who trembles blue, a comforting word that everyone "was in danger" and "I'm glad you're safe". As a single person, he doesn't seem to think it was his daughter who set him up. All I know is Yuki and Sputnik and only the rushing person.

And she won't tell you if her mouth is torn, such as the facts (like that), and Rush's testimony ends with being treated as bullshit.

And, if so.

Yuki turned to me. Only the eyes speak eloquently of one will, in a seemingly weak manner and in the back.

Sputnik flaunted his shoulder. - Even if I know.

"Ruined Yuki's leg hit his groin. It was unlucky for him, but it would be self-defense because he had a blade. I caught him in that gap."

"Dear Sputnik..."

Don't get your thumbs up in the shadow of a binder.

A police officer comes to Sputnik to make sure that Sputnik is safe and Rush is in shape. Yuki looked up all the way at the edge of her sight as she blurred to watch Rush get up and be taken.

Follow that gaze. There he was,

"Dear adoptive father!

Her adoptive father, Crew Lol.

Are you all right?

"Yes. Yuki has helped you all. No injuries."

She sparkles her eyes and stands as an honest daughter.

I have eyes that look at the smiling things around me for a well done act, but I don't get through to that thing, Crew Lol, regardless.

"It's not you. The other guy. You overdid it again."

"Oh, I don't like it, adoptive father. I can't believe you're joking at a time like this."

Only Yuki's left hand, laughing when dull, is gripped abominably hard.

I didn't think it was a good idea to talk to him any further as a 'victim', but she turned her gaze to Sputnik.

"Yes, Master Sputnik, are you hurt?"

And then he left Crew Lol's former, and now he's coming this way. I greet Yuki, who seems to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face to Sputnik.

When she stopped in front of Sputnik's eyes, she grabbed his tie and pulled it hard. This is what I say to my powerful, drawn ears.

"No, you. You said" cowardly "and you stretched out."

"Sunmasen"

I tried to bite him to death, but it was broken.

That seemed trivial to her, though, and when she uttered her apology, that seemed to bother her her. It takes my hand off the tie right away.

"Well, I'm going to do some work. I care about that testimony, and I have to clean up the con artists."

"Should I go too? If there's anything I can do to help."

"No, you go to Crewe's. You're here in a traveling mood, but you're not getting it right, are you?

I remember her being told and left at the Chamber of Commerce. Is that still salivating in the processing room?

He said, "I know he's working. He's working."

"That's how I scratched my daughter-in-law's kindness and did her job humans, and when I got home one day, it was a mushroom - Nah, it's not unusual in this industry. Just be sweet to your sister here, and you'll serve your family."

"Who's the daughter-in-law, who is.... but well, I get it. Tell me if anything happens."

"Aisa. Well, don't stop by."

Raising her hand in a light condition, she still turns her back twirling when she greets her with a light voice. "Thank you for your help," he said by the police officer, greeting the corner unspoiled, exchanging a word or two, and went straight into the wild horse. Wearing a cat and wearing the art of living inconspicuously, there is no such thing as confusion in the crowd.

- Well.

Sputnik made a big stretch. If Yuki wants to clean up after me, there's nothing more for me here.

Sweet with her generosity, let's say, for once, we go home to the Chamber of Commerce.

A lonely employee must have a long neck and is waiting for his return.

*

He is wearing a white piece.

Slightly ventilated because I'm not wearing anything else.

Walking barefoot down the dark corridor. When I stop walking anxiously, I get poked in a hurry.

Someone silent took me, and it was still the dark room that got there.

It doesn't take that long to realize it's black, not dark.

I woke up from falling asleep (you did). What Crewe saw was a big basket first.

Looking over, there's a nice quiet indoor, a bunch of pretty tidy equipment and a few sheets of paper placed on the edge of the desk. They're all the same sights I saw before I went to sleep.

……

Crewe wondered in it not about where he was. Unlike when I woke up in the morning, this time I remembered properly. I came to the Chamber of Commerce to deliver breakfast to Sputnik. It's not about that.

Look at the window. It has a light curtain but is quite bright as daylight.

Then look down at your body. The clothes are properly worn. Socks and shoes are decent.

Forgetting to wipe the drooling saliva on the edge of his mouth, Crewe groaned blurredly.

"Weird dream, I had..."

A very short dream. But it was an unpleasant and uneasy dream.

Now that I know it's a dream, I still don't get the discomfort of stroking the bottom of my belly into a prank. This is...

"... because you weren't there, I guess"

It drives away scary dreams, important stuffed animals.

Such is just Sputnik's lie, which turns out the other day that he doesn't actually have that strange power, but he still gets anxious when he sleeps because of the length of the month he's believed in. And now that there is no stuffed animal, I have a strange dream. The cucumber felt like my heart was shrinking.

I miss you so much, I think of the Lord. Is Sputnik still in the process of discussing with the customer?

When I took the clock out of the pochette, it had been an hour since then. Sure, he said something about "passing it through to the reception," but if I went to see how it went, would he get mad... just at the same time as I looked at the door thinking.

Conn, conn.

Twice, I heard a knock. Sputnik won't be back, but as for keeping him away. Stand up in a hurry and respond.

"Yes."

"Is Crewe from Sputnik Jewelry Store here?"

Running over and opening the door, it was one woman standing there. He was a different person than I led him here, but the outfit was the same as that person's. Uniform as a member of the Chamber of Commerce.

Looking up at her smiling, she replied, "It's me," she smiled and offered a single envelope. It's a bigger business card that's smaller than normal, but it's not pasted.

"I just left your letter at the reception with someone named Sputnik."

When opened, inside, a single map. The place marked with red circles is not far from here. Next to the circle there is a saying: 'Come here'. Come on, you mean.

I'm a little nervous about going to a city I don't know, but I never toured. I couldn't get lost until the Chamber of Commerce, and Sputnik must have appreciated that. Because he's not being honest, he was just embarrassed to praise "I could have come all the way to the Chamber of Commerce". I'm sure it is.

I guess that's why you sent me these letters.

"Um, I'd like to go out, machining room, keys..."

She seemed to understand without having to hear everything. To Krew's words, he leaned his neck.

"I'm in awe. When you return, please speak to the receptionist and we will unlock it."

"Thank you"

Pochette hangs from her shoulder. There shouldn't be any valuables in particular, and the paperwork and tools will be cleared out by Sputnik when he returns. Waiting for the official to finish locking him with the key he had removed from his pocket, and to reiterate his thanks, Crewe walked out willingly to meet Sputnik.

- Her sleeping, on the desk.

Left unaware of the two letters in the "Wait" text.