Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Stopped by the supermarket on the way home, where I finally realized.

"Well, were you saving money today"

Although I thought it was a far-flung event for me, Mr. Elf is waiting at home this year. And I'm sure Uridora would have come to see me.

I want to teach you how to spend time in Japan, and Fukudou is a good value for money.

Nature and hands stretched out - stopped perfectly.

Wait, I can't imagine what it would be like to have Uridora.

I can easily imagine spending some time with Marie. But when she mixes up there, I have a feeling it's going to be a little chaos.

No, it's your fault, it's your fault. There's no way it's just a festive event that makes things weird.

That's what I was thinking, I guess I just didn't get them yet.

This is how easily I bought the beans, but I didn't think it would create a big turbulence at this time.

No, I just thought about it. But, hey, there's no way I know that's gonna happen.

Describing the festivities as he took off his jacket, Mariabel, an elf living in our home, sparkled his eyes with intellectual curiosity.

"Well, that's what you call saving money. Maybe it's just fine, Uridora."

"I don't even know a guy named Ship over there. We were just thinking about a second tier event. It's much quicker to bring in this culture than to think from the start."

Surprisingly, we were both on board. I thought you'd be credited with "an unusual culture".

The elf, who had the hanger in his hand, opens his lips as he receives his jacket.

"Besides, unusual things would be more fun anyway. The point is, with the holy power of beans, you give away the evil of ghosts."

"Yeah, but it's just a legend, so I don't know if it's true. But if you want to bring it over there, why don't you do some prep practice before then?"

In a state of uncertainty, explanations to them would also be inadequate. Elves and dragons nodded heavily at the suggestion.

"All right, all right. So who's going to play the ghost?"

"Oh, you didn't think about that. Do you have any hopes?

"As far as I can tell, I wonder if Uridora is a good character. As a dragon man, I can make horns, and you feel intimidated..."

Speaking of which, Uridra nods like she said there was a horn. He usually hides it mostly, so he forgot it himself.

"Hmm, let's try to imitate ghosts and dogs. Kitase, if the atmosphere seems different, don't say it."

"Okay, let's get started."

The atmosphere and nothing. All you have to do is hit the beans to the ghosts, saying "ghosts are outside, deputies are inside". You must be able to do without any difficulty.

There was a time when I was thinking about it.

Then you're ready. I'll open the front door.

"Yeah, come in. Our preparations are perfect."

Even when it comes to preparation, it's a simple thing to just put Fukudou in a box of liters. When I replied, the door opened.

A haunted woman stomped on the ground.

The room trembles with a burning breath, horns from the forehead, and overflowing intimidation. The pointy fangs will surely be provided as dragons. Our spines freeze due to the glowing eyes in the dim, the intimidation released.

The dragon grabs the stick on his shoulder with such a grip that it's going to crush him - no, the real ghost opens his mouth.

"Ha, ha, ha, not ghosts. I'll eat up your intestines."

I don't want this. I look at Mr. Elf, who began to tremble with fear, and realise that his purpose is completely different. From my adorable little hand, I saw the pompous beans fall off and I made a big butt mark with both arms.

"Stop, stop! Not at all...... no, it fits, because that's not the real thing!

"Hmm? I told you to look like a ghost. I don't want to imitate you out of hand."

Um, I wonder why you're showing your obsession only at times like this. I don't understand that at all.

I don't know how scared she was, sticking to her armpit. Marie hugs me. I turned to the dragon guide in question as he stroked his back that he was fine.

"I'm not a bald animal, so you don't have to scare me. but oh, it feels just right because it feels so cute. Uridora's a beauty too, so I think she'll take it better."

"Heh, heh, well. All right, all right, let's make it right next time. Marie, I'm sorry I made you cry."

Losing to the sniffling elves, the Magic Dragon retreated to his gentle face.

Congratulations... I wonder why you're not going with.

Because it was when I threw parallax beans at her as a lovely ghost. We obviously feel Uridra's tension drop.

"... it's not funny. disperse to the extent that beans are thrown, etc."

Muzuri looks grumpy and the beans fall to the ground from our hands once in a while.

I don't know why, it's going down to this tension.

"That's what's happening...... but I do not think Uridora might be good at it. Then I'll replace the ghost."

"Um, that's good. I wanted to hit the beans, too. Hmm, hmm, this is good. It's going to fly with a lot of power."

Rigiri, and a hand with beans are somehow unusually powerful.

Seeing that, my hand stops trying to take a plastic ghost mask.

- If you get hit with beans alive, you can die.

That's what my instincts for survival intuited.

It seems that Fukudou has the effect of exorcising evil. But what the hell would happen if you added your powers as a dragon to it? It's settled, it's gonna be filled with holes like shotguns.

I squeal my throat and then take my hands off the ghost mask.

"Yes, we've done a lot of prep practice, and shall we actually start in the other world? I wonder if a man is a ghost and a woman pays."

"Wow, that's good! Something that would surely be more fun to do in large numbers. Hey, Uridora."

"Uh-huh, because the more I deal with, the more I burn. Then let's just say we're moving!

I look at them sneerily and quietly breathe relief.

Good, I didn't have to scatter my life. I'm sorry, guys. I think I just sold it to spare my life. I'm so sorry I got you into a lot of trouble.

"So when we're done eating, shall we go to bed early today? Everybody, take a proper bath."

"Ha, ha."

But it's okay, right? It's just a matter of time. I switched my mind to a delightful dinner. [M]

Not long ago, he said his preconceived notions could have made it a serious case. I had completely forgotten.

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PM 16: 00, second level hall - …

The men gathered were all in the guise of ghosts.

Carefully stretched, with a stick on his shoulder. There are about a hundred people in the square in front of the mansion, and they will be relieved to see how reassuring it can be when the number of people is all set.

Pong and I were slapped on the shoulder, and looking back, Zella, a man who had given birth to fangs due to his disguise, stood.

"Hey, this is a very unusual habit."

"Ah, Mr. Zella. I'm sorry. I need you to gather people for this."

"No, no, no, I don't mind at all... I think it's a good culture to be so close to women."

That's right. That's right, a lot of guys snort at me.

Um, don't you understand the intent of saving money at all?

Having thought about it, I explained the same thing again, but they gave me a grin back.

"Oh, I understand the rules properly. Except this is the only number. Whether you touch your body accidentally or rub it inadvertently, we think it's a minor accident."

"No, that's kind of... usually pisses you off, right?

"If only I'd done it normally. But we're professionals. I have a technique that makes you think you don't mean that."

They're the ones who arm and smile invincibly with kukuku... but what's a pro? Is that what you've been brushing your arms for? You're not, are you?

But the voice of restraint rang the bell announcing the "start of the festivities" in time.

"Heh, it's a guy called Playball"

Zella smiles in front of the man as he wears a punch-perma-style cutlet.

But at this time I was full of "I have a bad feeling". [M] I felt like I had been thrown into a bunch of losers.

In this world, bean throwing is not a Japanese ratio.

Dark Elf Eve. She lets herself arm herself in an underslow mood and targets the ghosts who were lurking outdoors.

The bean with the terrible rotation bent and the man who was supposed to be in the blind spot was framed for cramping as many times as he was exposed to the shooting.

"Ha-ha-ha, you see that? Atashi move! Ghosts are outside!

"Zera Squad, hey...... Ha!

"Rocky! Damn, Eve! I didn't expect you to grasp the essence of beans anymore! I don't mind you guys, Team AB, we're going in! This is a real fight, Temee. Ah!

No, it's just a saving. I wanted to get into it, but honestly, I don't want to get too close to you.

Somehow the ghosts are being beaten everywhere. I stepped onto the grounds, but at the end of the day, I eat the exact beans (headshots) between my eyebrows and get hit.

This move is probably Uridora. No one else can do a brilliant sniper that reduces bean consumption. Above all, "Warhahaha!" and there's a fun laugh.

But how can you aim so precisely? There are a little more than ten women if you say in numbers. You should be winning overwhelmingly.

Right, because Marie's in the other position! Even if they lurk, they are discovered and immediately informed through communication (chat).

When she told him so, Xela peeled off her eyes.

"Funny, I didn't expect to open up my skills every time I played. But we're professionals. Don't forget there's an ambush you'll never see through. - Hey, Grandpa."

"Oh, I'll take care of it. I'm using perfect latent skills... but I have a bad feeling about it. This guy's my guess, but he might be sophisticated enough to touch Eve's ass. Uridora's particularly fucked up. I can't get close."

Gu, Xela groans.

Even Gaston, an old man called immortal, was wary that he could only get there.

But I don't know why, I feel left alone from the battlefield.

"Mr. Gaston, why don't you just head on over and say 'It's a ghost' normally?

"Ahhh? What are you talking about sleeping in a mess, you fucking kid? Me, just joining in the fun of touching my ass and milk... yabe, they found me"

Shortly afterwards, the momentum to blow the tile roof led to the shooting of beans directly above. Zella slowly turns back to the way she lost her voice.

"... I can't do this anymore. So let's go, let's go feel cute."

"Yeah, that's the best part. They hit me with beans, and you did it! People will laugh at that."

Ha ha, and we laugh at each other.

Then I got over my buddy's body and stepped in with a stick as I combined my shoulders and it was a ghost. It is a normal festive sight no matter where you look from, and your opponent's willingness to fight must diminish.

But what was there was Pseli grabbing up the ghost's neck and doing Jen-royalty.

My hair stretched out in the night darkness, and my eyes staring at this one are the color of a peek at the cauldron of hell.

"Ho, ho, no way. You're not in this world, like an undelivered ghost coming after a team of diamonds, are you? No, I'm not. Hey, yeah!? Ahaha, ahahaha!!

It was frightening.

As an endless zo, my pee was about to leak.

And instead of the blessings within, I finally understood that this is hell.

"Relocate!

"Oh, you bastard! You betrayed me... yaaaah!!

Even from a far away place, I could hear his disconnect.

It's just, well, it's just a savings, and I think it's too much to say that we're gonna abandon it. Play and play, just play.

Play, should be......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It's my fault, they're after me, the last ghost, and I feel them approaching. Is this Doula's command? The siege of the forest is lowered, carefully and steadily secured, and cornered to seal the roots of his breath.

Fine, I'm mostly scared.

If you accidentally honk the grass, it will increase the speed of hunting it down with Zaza.

Only once, Mr. Puselli went too far behind him. Fluffy footsteps like ghosts, but only eyes are accompanied by killing.

One grain of beans in my hand. But to see it wet in blood, I can see that it paid for a lot of ghosts.

All I can do is hide in the shade of the grass and chew my thumb galloping. I've never tasted so much fear or labyrinth.

However, my anger at myself for trying to teach me something about the festivities blows all over my chest.

It's not, it's really not!

It feels cute, ghosts are outside, dude! I just wanted to play with it, like that! Believe me, I want...!

That's when it's over! and the grass in front of me shakes, and I tremble with a vicun.

I cover my eyebrows and neck with my arms, respectively, and close my eyes to a tremendous fear.

And...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

When I opened my eyes in surprise, there was Mariabelle smiling adorably.

"The ghost is outside, Ichiro. I was worried you'd go too far."

Well, he reached out to me to go home, and to be honest, I was about to cry a lot of relief. She gave me a beautiful grin like an angel, and the hand I held was very warm and soft.

I fell unconsciously in love with Marie Abel at this time.

As such, somehow the event of the verse closed the curtain for me.

However, the continuation of the culture of femininity divided the opinions of the men and women in the opposite direction, and the debate was to be disputed.

Guys, now you know, right?

Says the festivities are best enjoyed by all.

Don't even use skill (skills) to make sure you never throw it seriously.

By the way, I'm definitely a "moderate opponent". I'm not kidding.