Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

After a day's work, I do my best. We've been waiting four years for an event today.

What would be a good meal for watching the game? Since it will be a long street, would it be better to make it a knob and a beer? Url the room thinking, etc.

Marie looked at me like that, closing the book and then approaching. I had chosen a sawdust pattern short sleeve pyjama because it was already the season after spring. I love you so much, paired with my big eyes.

"Hey, is there something today? When I was walking in the daytime, there were a lot of people in blue."

Tilting his neck, that's what he asked.

She has lived there for a long time and is familiar with Japanese culture and events. But sports that are held only once every four years won't tell the boulders.

I decided to explain that to her while I took the ingredients out of the vegetable bin.

"We have events where countries from all over the world come together to play sports. It's called football, you know?

"Yeah, I saw it on the news, but I'm not really into sports. 'Cause Japanese people have small bodies, they always seem spicy, don't they?

Yes, I pointed my lips a little bit, and Mr. Elf says dissatisfied. I see, there will certainly be racial disorientation. I think that's especially true when I look at baskets and such.

Besides, Colombia may be particularly remarkable. South American athletes had the impression that they would move as if they had springs in them.

"Marie's right, you're dealing with a tough enemy tonight. We have a strong team from all over the world, so it's a strong enemy everywhere."

My prediction is that Columbia is six, Japan is three, and one in the draw.

When I turned on the TV, they still had time to start and I was putting together a special number. That's exactly where Marie sees a lot of "people in blue" during the day.

"Why don't you just give me a little backup? If you're bored, you can change it right away."

Asked so, Uridra, the black cat, also came out of bed. Isn't she a rider, too? She's leaking a flaw.

Then at least I want you to enjoy cooking.

This time of year it is hot and humid due to the heavy rainfall and the temperature difference is huge. Maybe that's why Uridora has a pungent face, too. No, I cut the vegetables thinking that the air conditioning doesn't matter because Mr. Elf's spirits manage it exactly, etc.

Vegetables are delicious this time of year. When it comes to summer, eggplant, asparagus and pumpkins are also rich in peppers and varieties. So why don't you enjoy the fried food tonight?

"Ah! Vegetable tempura! I'm glad it's sweet during the season."

"Kind of behaving badly, but you're gonna enjoy your drinks tonight, and let's go fry them in small portions"

Agreed, and slapped from his little palm.

She has a great ability to learn, and fried food is good for her already. On the other hand, I can't believe you called in an ice fairy and chilled your clothes... that's going to beat me.

The fragrance of fluffy, fried oil is unpleasant even for black cats.

"Which is okay if I leave it to you to taste?

Yes, when I put the small plate close to my hand, I let my big eyes shine with the nyan I was waiting for.

Kapri Uridra hits the fried asparagus and drinks with her eyes in the line. The toy is a black cat-only beer glass. Everyone should never imitate.

It must have been the sweetness of the seasonal vegetables that made me twist when I said kufu.

"Oh, this is already such a time. We'll have it, too."

"Both of you sit down. The game starts."

Nevertheless, their interest in the sport was dim, making them a place to taste the vegetable tempura.

That's why we started with a relatively quiet backup in our room.

"I knew it would be sloppy. You have a completely different size."

Marie's cheeks were slightly red due to a little alcohol, and she cheeked fried eggplant full of juice. And then I said, "Yummy!" He closed his eyes and often enjoyed the taste.

Because it sucks oil and turns into a slightly creamy texture. I even trembled at the taste that I didn't think was vegetable.

"Looks like the other country is actually strong. South America has a lot of football, and Asia has never won."

Marie also gives a subtle look if that makes you feel like watching a losing game. Japanese snoring, maybe I don't like these games.

Watching a movie is like watching a football game. The former has been decided to "win" and it is a composition of how to enjoy it.

And football is very often lost. If you can decorate victory, it can be made as entertainment, but if you don't, you feel bitter.

But there's something different about the movie. That would be the groundhonking cheer you get from this stadium and a backup song (chant) with all your voices together.

There was certainly a sign of a "real battle" there, and Mariabelle rounded her eyes.

"Wow! It's as powerful as fighting in an ancient labyrinth. Hey, what kind of rule sport is this?

That's what the girl asks, unintentionally. The fried shiitake seemed to go well with the beer because of its crisp teeth.

Well, this is not like the movie. One of the reasons for this would be that the game moved without even teaching the rules. The offensive formation (forward) that then went up releases an arrow-like bullet with a gap just after the start of the war.

Hit the opponent's body, where the ball bounced......

"Oh, my hand, it's in my hand!

Just where I was teaching about the hand, I came across such an occasion. A South American player who blues his face and a referee who whistles sharply and rushes over.

Football is called a "muscleless drama" by analogy, but I also push for this... Crimson cards, or exits, the referee said.

More and more balls pierced the net, and flowers overflowed with blooming joy.

Now, in this case, it seems to have been an unparalleled "grasp" for the two of us in the fantasy world. I've never won a South American momentum, and I've got hope of victory.

What's gonna happen? What's gonna happen? And the girl asks again and again, but of course I don't know where she is.

That's why the word "support" comes alive. We're not just watching a movie, we're seeing the battle going on there right now. It also seemed natural for Mr. Elf and the Black Cat to start making a fuss with the beer jock in one hand.

Oh, and a voice sounds similar to a sigh. It was the voice of countless people, and the sound of the hopes that had been with them earlier disappearing.

Nearly the end of the first half, the opponent scored a matching goal with moves from set play.

"Ahhhh! How can it be so easy to decide!? I've been trying so hard to protect you!

"Nah!

Soon they stuck at the table and then gave a grumpy look.

The whistle at the end of the first half also rang, so I lifted my hips to make some extra fried food.

Nevertheless, I think it seems somewhere different than usual. Usually you should be sincerely indulging in vegetable tempura, but the conversation you hear was like something different.

"I'm surprised. You run a lot, the Japanese team. You were losing so much in stature, I can't believe you covered it in numbers."

"Nah, nah, nah"

Yeah, I have no idea, but I wonder if you're answering, "It's a big one to have left".

He also remembered the rules at some point, discussing the awesomeness of the competition with the precision I don't think he's kicking with his feet, the ball that stops perfectly magical, etc.

I guess I wasn't too worried about that. Serious is something that passes on to everyone, and it overflows their willingness to "win" from athlete to audience.

Uridora is particularly vulnerable to such bloodshed, and the strategic nature of football is perfect for Marie.

Shh. - When I put down the freshly fried tempura, they both smiled, "I've been waiting for you".

Well, it's time to start the second half of the game. Big Venus if you win. A valuable winning point even if you draw. If you lose, you lose everything. Such a cynical battle began.

Well, surprisingly, the Japanese team chose to roll out late.

A ball that goes by and a dribble that walks. Even though the other country is numerically disadvantaged, it is a natural match to win. It has caused frustration with such a development, and more dangerous tackles to the ankle.

"I wonder if you're inviting me. I can't believe you're in the enemy line all the time, but you're turning the ball slowly."

No, just a little. Things may be different. It shows in my eyes that I don't want to make the game rough.

I want to repeat the slow expansion and bring it to our own pace. This would capitalize on the advantages of numbers, and football is a sport in which there is a ripple if you are at all cautious.

"Yeah, that's why you're slowly turning around, threatening the goal. If we can't get our hands on it, now we're in danger."

If so, is it a draw aim?

One athlete is put in during the time he was starting to think that way. The face that builds hegemony doesn't look Japanese anywhere.

"Oh, uh, little guy's gonna take turns! He seemed like a smart player, but he didn't."

Apparently, he was Marie's player.

He also plays defense on the front line and is good at looking around. The other country knows that, so it has been checked around.

In fact, the flow of athletes is rarely changed by their input. Due to previous prolonged attacks, arenas (fields) are beginning to take shape.

Breakthroughs from the side are already alarming, and the opponent is tired of seeing slow developments.

"So really, the players put in are easily dragged onto the field. The director hopes to destroy the place."

Shortly after I said that, he was put in and forced to unleash a chute. I'm sure you wanted to destroy the place. No complaints about the course or speed, but unfortunately the keeper was in a good position.

Ooh! The mixed sound of screaming and cheering. Marie's eyes were nailed to a dazzling arena (the field) and to an audience in both countries who worked diligently to support her.

Can you win? Can Japan beat the South American momentum, which no country in Asia could beat?

What if? If you win, it's Big Venus. You can call me Giant Killing.

The corner kick was struck out when Marie wiped the saggy, dripping sweat.

Magically, the ball falls to its fellow man. Oops! The audience raised their voices, and the ball hit the post, rocking the net as it was.

Ooooooooooo!!

There's no way you can win. I can't beat a national opponent like this. The arena (the field) sprung up because of the situation I knew from before the game.

Whoever it is, something serious is bound to be passed on to them. Mariabel and the others watching it from the front banged my hands as I turned red on my cheeks.

"Yay! Yay!

If you saw a swinging audience seat, this would happen even with your first viewing.

That's why it's different from creativity. You don't know what's going to happen until the end of the battle.

Watch TV so that you can't stop your fingers until the last page, so that two people in the fantasy world can eat in too. The opponents are powerful people who can even flip out of here.

And - it rang.

The whistle at the end of the game comes abruptly and everyone tastes "victory" for the first time. I was so attacked by tears until a few seconds ago. That's why it's all the way to our room. Wah! and exuberance.

"Yay!

Mariabelle lifted her hands and gave me a dazzling grin.

And I hear the same cheer from all over the apartment. The voice of joy that you did - sounds the same to anyone as wonder.

The Japanese are always dear, but it seems like we can all be happy on these days or so. Even Mr. Elf and Mr. Magic Dragon are completely floating.

Cheers! And needless to say, I poured the beer again.