Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Well, I wonder what's going on.

Though it was good until I popped out well because I saw a shadow, there was a nod at the end of the year ahead of me when I fell out of it.

She is a very old girl with me and she is rattled with her shoulders to see something horrible... what the hell is wrong with her?

But I can't keep it that long. There's a river ahead where the girl crawls with her hips off, and the storm the other day caused her to flow fast.

"I wonder if that kid even got hurt"

Throw away a handmade stone axe when it looks like it, and I'll run.

Unlike the real world, I'm in the middle of a dream right now, so I'm quick to judge. Because I just wake up in Aomori no matter what.

It was also a failure to think easily about things like that. The girl looked back at her face, and she said, "Whoa, whoa! And he screamed."

Oh, maybe the kid I dreamed of yesterday. She has light purple eyes... and no, more frightening than that, it's like there's a monster nearby.

"Well, you must have been attacked by demons!

Slightly regretting throwing away the stone axe earlier, I kneel down to shelter the girl behind my back. But there was nothing in my sight, and I just looked around.

"... uh, nothing?

No, you're not. I felt some sign from afar. I feel that it is a clear killer and directed at me.

The birds fly with a gaze, caught and gazed over the waterfall. At that moment, a beautiful voice sounded right behind me, very similar to the sound of the bell.

"* * * * *!"

No, that could have been an elf-language chant.

and one sound like a fish called pun bouncing. Turning his gaze, a herd of blue translucent fish is there, kicking and swimming in the universe with a tail.

If I had been blinded by such an incredible sight, the exact same sound sounded from all around me.

"Oh, Maz, no."

It's a good hit when this happens, isn't it? Ha.

I don't know. Shortly after, Zubaba and his whole body were filled with holes, just like last night, and I died.

No, yeah, I thought so, too. 'Cause it's such an outfit, and even if you don't think about it carefully, it was a suspicious blur from the Elves.

I don't know how many times I've experienced the sight of bloodshed before. Tonight I was again caught in the eye close to the nightmare, interrupting my consciousness looking at my hands and feet without any strength.

Har, har, and rough breaths echo around.

In the riverside where the elves lived, there were the Elves who tried so hard to kick themselves away from the bodies while kicking the ground with sandals.

As the girl stared in a rough breath, eventually there was a change in vision. It is a sight that is translucent and clear not only of the blood that spreads on the ground, but also to the body, and the incredible light shines with tickles.

Keep it up, it's gone.

Like a candle blown out all the time. Lightly.

The girl left is pale already.

He thought he'd seen something he shouldn't have seen, and you know what? Oops. Running with a bloody look on his face. Wow and screaming.

Eventually silence returns to the sacred waterfall.

Only the sound of running water was just sounded and moss and cetaceae leaves bathed in droplets showed a bright green color.

The leaves are trampled.

Thick legs like Round Tai have bristles, then they snort animally with Kofu. Kung, sniffing around with Kung Kung was also badly resembling an animal again.

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rose out of the futon.

The neighborhood is dark bedroom, is there a moonlight tonight or the handicap is blurry and glowing. I felt a lot of sweat pouring down my neck repeatedly.

Smell the tatami, eh, exhale in relief.

"Well, I just woke up from a dream..."

This is Aomori's home, where she moved from Tokyo.

My grandfather and grandmother pinched me and I were asleep, but they jumped up earlier with a few horrible dreams.

Ha, surprised me.

No, that kid's amazing, too. Even though I was naked, I had a lot of vitality because I was level 16. That's two instant kills in a row.

Okay, well, how do you create that power? I get out of the futon in a familiar move so as not to disturb my grandfathers sleep, thinking, etc.

I'm used to dying and waking up, but my heart beats so hard that I can't fall asleep right away. Walking down the hallway barefoot, the sound of droplets dripping from the faucet was at your disposal.

Grab a glass and open the fridge. I was so dazzled that my eyes ached that I grabbed the bottle of apple juice I was looking for and then shivered and closed it.

"Ha, my throat is teasing me. I'm glad Grandpa bought it for me."

Drink with pleasure. My body was hot, so it's comfortable with cold apple juice coming through my throat. The sweetness and sourness is going to be a habit.

Then I went back to the hallway with the cup in my hand and sat on the edge teasing the next door, not the bedroom.

It's summer, so it's not that cold on Aomori night. For mosquitoes to do their full activity, they will need another six months.

I look at the bright moon as if it had been cut into chunky circles, and exhale long breaths.

"I thought I might have seen it wrong, but that one still manipulated multiple spirits. Wow, the half fairy elves."

I have heard rumors from time to time that the Elves have powerful spiritual users. But even though we had a long journey in our dreams, it was the first time we met last night. It's probably not just the fear that's still pounding my chest.

"You were like a jewel. You looked about my age, but I don't know about it, actually. I can't tell because I hear that the Elves are very long lives."

Every house turns out the lights, so the moon is so dazzling. It descends into a clear night sky so unbeatable by the daytime sun.

This is a sight I never saw when I was in the city. I feel calm as I hang out and shake my bare feet.

"But I think I scared the kid. If I ever have the same dream again, I have to apologize."

Whoa, we had a big problem before we apologized. I didn't even know what she was talking about.

"Is that elf language close to a fairy tale? I've never heard it before, but it sounded so beautiful."

I was overheard because it was like singing, and I guess that led to the cause of death.

Um, I want to remember, too. I want to learn Elf.

I have to start making clothes again, and this time I have to be familiar.

Um, I've been busy and I'm looking forward to it.

Take one stretch and drink the last remaining apple juice. It was still refreshing and sweet and delicious.

But I am a child these days, and I have a very shallow mind. So no matter how many times I tried to fall, I made a resurrection, and I didn't even think about it in fine dust, such as my fear of being pressed.

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Ha, ha, ha...

I wave my hands and feet so hard, I spit so hard, Mariabelle rushes.

There are a lot of leaves piling up on the ground, and when I step on them with sandals, they are fuzzy. So I was in a hurry without being able to run faster than usual, and I was going to fall again.

"Ah!"

When I looked back at my back as I ran, I knew the elf child would fall.

The body softly raises the ground, and the bright white hair tied to the lid chamber overtakes the girl and falls to the ground.

There is an interrupted yang deception of the great tree, where Mariabelle repeatedly breathes rough as she stomachs.

Always reading the elder's stored books, she has much slower legs and less strength than the others. Still wakes up the body and looks up at the sky, which is getting a lot brighter.

There are fruit trees in this place, where leaky days pour in from a long way away, like a monopoly on the Yang-mari. The droplet-shaped fruit, called its ragi, had a sweet aroma.

The sunlight illuminates the woods to pay for the mornings, and the birds chirping when they see it are calling their people to join them for breakfast. I'm sure they'll enjoy the sweetness of the wet fruit in the morning dew.

This is the evergreen forest, inside the elves.

It is a land that is creating days of rest and tranquillity, creating its own world by bringing the way of life and thinking closer to the Spirit.

That is why unstable and dangerous human tribes are not allowed to enter...... should have.

Mariabelle, whose breath was finally getting ready, noticed a deer staring at her buds as she ate them.

The girl gets up, shyly blushing, paying off her clothes leaves all the time.

There's not much room for me to be sad about my dirty clothes. I knew I felt my gaze from behind me, and when I stared into my light purple eyes... I saw the stone axe first in the gap between the trees.

It is only a half-naked man at the waist who holds it, and he says something that doesn't make sense whether it is the word used by the human race "Kotoba, Osiete" or not.

But the outfit is slightly different from the earlier one, with some flowers on the waist... is it meant to be a reckoning?

Her fear grew even more because she was stared at by such a person.

"~ ~ ~!"

Grab the stone at hand and throw it.

It was like flying to a different place, and Mariabelle ran out again, although she was embarrassed to be stared at from a half-naked man and a wild deer.

The destination is where everyone lives, and the grownups will be waiting when we run just a little further. That's what excites tired bodies.

The girl had one talent. It's about being in close contact with the Spirit, and the Spirit cooperating as if he were a friend.

The spirits present in all things are very vague, and the more I want to see them, the more they melt like sugar sweets on water. If it's true, I can't see or touch it without proper training.

But the girl was different.

In the light purple eyes that look behind you, you can see what no one else can see. the glow of life close to gold, and the presence of the Spirit surrounding it.

"That kid, he's a human child after all... but is he a little different?

Cute wrinkles between the eyebrows, Mariabelle leaks so.

Then I changed my legs to a slow pace. That's what happened earlier, but I knew it wouldn't come any closer.

gaze at the Son of the Human Race again, breathing -, -.

I felt "unusual" earlier because somewhere the spirits surrounding him seemed different from the others. I was terrified that it might be haunting, but if I knew I could keep my distance, I could afford to make an observation.

First I wet the sweat on my forehead and grab a glimpse of it as I walk into my own.

He's been repeating the unheard word "Kotoba, Osiete" from afar, and the girl wonders if she wants to tell you something.

"Well good, if the human race has entered, something the elders will not forgive. Look forward to you there. I'm sure we'll have a deserving end for a filthy human race."

Yes, the girl snapped as she chilled her light purple eyes like ice.

Not just the elves, but the settlers often see the outsiders with a harsh eye. That's because often it doesn't produce good results.

There are stories that even if you feed the thin dirty and do better, you were actually a scout to invade.

Teaching was conveyed by adults to be understandable, and she believed it from the head. That is, that the human race is wicked, and that it is a being that scatters misfortune.

Such a view inside Mariabelle's sight.

When this fear finally came to an end, he advanced early enough with a soothing breath.

Surely those who visit the land will be amazed by the green on one side.

Night-light fruit hangs from the twigs that connect the trees, and the branches stretched out into the runoff fill their heads.

The water flowing through his feet was surprisingly clear, and the bouncing stones on which he rode were surprisingly covered with moss.

The only sight that seems to be such a forest is in the elf.

If you take a good look at the big tree, you can tell that the wooden skin acts as a roof and that someone lives here.

A man's face peeked from just below the furrow nest.

"What's up, Mariabelle? Even the pigs got out?

"Uncle, there was a human race over there! If you find him, you'll have to stop him!

"Well, then I'll have to treat you to a pot of the human race."

I don't like it, it's disgusting! The man laughs hiccup and fun to watch the look on his face. Then take the bow you were standing on and make sure the string is in shape.

Going out of a doorway place, Mariabelle doesn't look like her anymore. The man leaks pompously as he scratches his head.

"It's been a long time since you've been human. So this storm broke the old altar?"

After stroking his groin and jaw, the hunter changed the way he was headed. Not ahead of where the girl pointed, but in the direction where the girl ran away.

"First we have to ask which altar is broken."

He wore a hat made of skin deep into his eyes and began walking in a supple motion that he knew his body was working out. He thought it wouldn't be that dangerous if that Mariabelle was the one who could get away with it.

Well, it's Mariabelle on the other side.

I was walking around telling the adults I saw the danger, but everyone's reaction was light enough to clap it out, to the extent of "yes". I think I'd still be surprised if I told him I saw a pig with this.

On the contrary, the look on the faces of those inside doesn't change anything, even if they do the provocative thing of that boy showing up from a tree and waving at me.

"Oh, it's true, she's a human child. It's rare in a place like this. You must be lost."

"Yeah, he looks like an adult. Mother, there would have been an extra snake. You might be happy to eat it."

"Oh, I can't believe I can't move when I see that half-naked figure...! Look, he's got a stone axe. You must be possessed by a troll."

It was a delicate reaction to "stone axe" even though I pointed to it and told her about the danger. Well, it certainly may not be that scary when you calm down and watch.

Otherwise, Mariabelle probably shakes her head to the side, as she said.

"Not if it's that long! She's probably not a normal human race, and they know where she is in here. I'm coming to the elders!

Marie is the one who guided me, but, well, Mr. Hard Work and the people inside speak up and look back.

Then the figure of the human race that was supposed to have been there had disappeared.

The Elves, who live in peace, may lack a sense of crisis somewhere. Yes, the more Mariabelle thought, the less reaction she had from around her.

I also tried to tell the young man who was working on the field the danger, but I am stunned to see who was next to him who sat down.

"Ooh, you remember fast. Yeah, yeah, that's how you skin it."

The skin that makes noise and peels off is a specialty called Snebi. When I dry it well and then peel it, it smells close to the spice, giving it a good flavour whether it is soup or ground.

But it's that human child who's working, "Hey, hey, hey!" Mariabelle returns a grinning look, even if she lets her face catch on.

It's also out of my mind to be able to turn a strange face from a man working on a field.

"Hmm? What's up, Marie?

"Duh, what's wrong with you and these things... what are you doing? That's not human from where I saw it. How come you're not scared?

To Mariabelle, who caught his mouth, the man said, "Is this it? return." The man nodded again with a strange face at the girl snorting.

"He's a lot of convenience. Oh, not this one. If you don't peel it off the other side, the fruit will get hurt."

"So uh-huh!

I googled it and then shook down the grip on both hands.

There are those who watched such a sight. He who has cleansed his bright white long hair and has a fine cane in his hand.

I asked the hunter next door if that was the case, and then he walked over to the two of them.