Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

I look back softly as I wash dishes in the kitchen.

Marie, sitting in her chair, did nothing but look at the twilight sky. I have no energy to look at, and my long ears are dripping more than usual.

Well, how did you speak up?

Just look at the bandage peeking through my sleeve and my chest hurts. Though not so deeply wounded, I can tighten my chest all the time just remembering the blood flowing from her hands at that time.

We often walk the trails along the river while shopping.

That was the usual walking course, and I think I had a handbag with a library book in my hand, and the other side held from her.

My pale purple eyes look at me as I get a mixed breeze of the smell of the river. And she said this with a sinister face.

"It's very difficult to decide the best thing about animation. They all have different directions... well, it's like comparing bread to rice."

"Um, I guess I asked the wrong way. So what do you really want to see right now, not the best?

Her eyes blink properly, then she unconsciously grabs my finger. When I'm thinking about something, I think I'm probably the only one who realizes that I have a habit of messing with the back of my hand with my fingertips. It's ticklish, but I'm not going to point it out at all.

Marie, carved a lovely wrinkle between her eyebrows, has looked up as if she had decided to.

"Well... if that means you're worried about the rest, that purple robot. Until now I had no idea of the animation of robotics in general, except for that one. I'd like to appreciate the vibrancy and the soothing performance. Besides, it's amazing how the movie version is waiting even after watching the current TV version."

Ugh, yeah, you spoke so fast with your Rin face.

I try so hard to tell him how "attractive" this is what geeks are when this one gives the expression "I'm not sure".

"Oh, you've got plans for tonight. I can't believe you don't know the masterpiece living in Japan. This is already a sin. Clearly, I'm guilty. Tomorrow is Sunday, and let's enjoy each other the excellence we can forgive for staying up late."

Yeah, I really enjoyed it, and my light purple eyes narrowed.

I've always just been asleep. I'm oblivious to animation or entertainment in general. Trump would know some, but I have no idea about TV shows, idols, and then smartphone games.

"But not this! You know, you want to know. the kind of impact that would overshadow the concept of robotics that we've had before."

Yeah, I'm not interested at all. To be honest, I'd like to answer that, but when I'm hugged by my arm, it's not a story. I can see it, but I guess Marie's head is thinking of staying up late tonight, and I'm weak when it conveys the sentiment of having fun, having fun.

"Well, I'm staying up late tonight. I'm sure Marie knows more about what you need to watch the cartoon. Do you have something to buy into right now?

"Absolutely. Potato chips, dinner, and coke are classic. This is the most gorgeous item in the Japanese nights."

He said this would blow up no matter how much more, because it's a very serious word like that. I'm sure no one will blame me for that. [M] Except for just one, just her.

"Oh, I can't believe you're laughing. Fine, then I'll call you Kazhiho already. Even before anyone else does, of course.

What, that's a little tight......

Her gaze was always pointed across the street when she was talking to, for example.

This is a classic walking course and is also used by neighbors. It was also suitable as a dog walk and a dog pulled by the owner's lead was about to come this way.

Without saying anything, Marie hid behind me.

He is not so big a Japanese dog and walks up his tail properly. She shows nervousness behind the animal breath of haha.

In the world of dreams, there are no animals called dogs or cats. Maybe the weaker species didn't survive, being driven by more difficult, larger wolves, etc.

I'm glad to have it stuck on my back properly, but I'm a little concerned that the fright comes through. Of course she's not a scary animal, but she still doesn't know it.

Then the animal turned to us.

A dog is a very whimsical and curious species. Maybe he was interested in Marie's appearance, which is completely different from the others.

And also, my Elves are actually very curious. Stick to your back perfectly, yet stare at the dog you've been sniffing at.

Marie, who is good at handling cats, is also an exception to the story when the other person becomes a dog. It strengthens me even though I can smell you, but I can't keep my eyes open because of my curiosity. He looked like that.

The owner with the fuzzy eyes was a slightly older man.

"I'm sorry. Looks like our guy got interested in a cute foreign kid."

"No, it's outrageous. You're a cute dog, too. Are you a wooden dog?

"Yeah, well, my friend's dog had it. I got it because it's cute, but this is quite the yancha. I just got retired, and now I need to learn."

I say it's hard to be busy every day, haha man laughs. But the expression also appeared to be the opposite of "hard".

Even as we talk about that, I occasionally ask how the dog and Marie are doing. Because he is still young, his body is small, and he has brown hair as bright as a fox.

Kun and Kun also smelled, and his stable legs felt like he was claiming he was "unwilling to leave here".

Um, I wonder if he's the kind of dog who gets comfortable or solidified. I don't really see the difference between dog breeds though.

Marie is also a little surprised, but she looks a little less nervous while I can stare straight at her.

My shirt is full of wrinkles, but it doesn't seem to hurt to get used to this opportunity because it's a corner. I spoke to an elderly man with that in mind.

"There are many walking courses around here, and it's easy to keep them in the city."

"Yeah, well, I guess it's just hard to make a trip. When I left it at the store or something, it cost more than our trip. Well, then you don't know which one you're getting."

He seems casual, and the wrinkle shape also looks like it was carved for a smile. A short mowed gray hair is rubbed and stroked, and he says something. At that moment "Cora!," he yelled.

I was surprised by the abrupt shout.

Then I feel something and look back.

There was the roar of Gorl and the face of a girl much more flamboyant than I was. Shiba dogs let go of their mouths faster than they rushed to move their bodies. And when I saw the red that swept away from my bright white skin, my whole body's blood caught on.

"Marie! Are you okay? Does it hurt?

"Huh? Oh, hey, I'm fine. I was just surprised by your uncle's voice..."

When I knelt down and tried to see how the wound was, I heard a caw and a dog scream. My earlier husband put the dog together and said, "Cora!" The girl shuddered her shoulders frightened as she scolded her again.

"No, I'm the one now...!

"I'm sorry, this guy hurt me! Oh, to the blood...... my house is right there, so let's hurry and scratch it"

With Marie, who remained a surprised face, we left River Park behind.

Then I was treated in an old house just around the corner, disinfected, gauze, and bandaged back.

When I put a coffee with lots of milk on the table, the girl still looks up at me to stifle my face. And drop your gaze on the cup and get sick.

And the words I finally heard were just a little against expectations.

"It doesn't hurt anymore and I'm fine. I don't know if she's seen worse than that."

"I wonder if you mean a". I think it's the owner's role to make sure people don't get hurt again next time. "

That's what I answered, sitting across the table. I think I'm probably the most upset person right now. That was a tight tone I could tell by myself.

I can't help it. The blood flowing through her bright white skin was the first wound I've ever seen of her. It was a thought that I could lose my mind about blood, and I don't want that to happen again.

Marie stares at my face and then drops her gaze again. And I finally opened my mouth with a distressed look at how I conveyed it.

"No, I'm not. I hate you for saying such overprotective things"

The eyes that stare at me are powerful. It conveys my desire to say otherwise, and the word "dislike" echoes in my chest. The person who said so seemed to suffer the most, slightly biting his lower lip.

"You are the most human person who listens to my words. So please, listen to me properly."

Right? And whispering, I can lay a girl's hand over my frightened hand. The feeling of rubbing and rubbing the back of my hand made me angry.

This is her habit when she's worried. I'm thinking about how I'm going to tell you, and I'm looking for words that will arrive as straight and as short a distance as possible.

Thin skin pigment. I stare at my lips like a blossoming flower. She often kept rubbing the back of her hand, and she stopped her fingers from moving.

"I did what she didn't like."

"... the reluctance?

"Yeah, maybe that kid, he didn't want to be touched. But my hair seemed fluffy and pleasant, so I reached out."

Hmm, roars.

Communicating with animals is not that simple. A good example of this would be attitudes such as kindergarten children. The act of reaching out and wanting to stroke as much as you like just because you're cute...... no, desire. That only achieves self-satisfaction, and the opposing animal has no choice but to escape or endure.

She regretted doing that and was biting her lower lip again.

"Hey, can I do you a favor?

"Yeah, just say what you think"

Maybe I finally got back to my usual attitude. [M] Relaxed face. She relieves her earlier stretched face. The habit of messing with the back of my hand also subsided, and he had the usual grin.

"I want to be your friend. I'm so sad you don't even know that kid's name. I'm glad you came up with a way to do that."

"Hmm, that's another new type of emergency mission. Will our Elf find such a quest in Japan when he wakes up from his dreams"

The grin and she laughed.

Yes, I did. I found my quest. That's the kind of grin I'm saying, and the inviting look inspires my curiosity.

"Then we'll try to get in touch early tomorrow. So it's forbidden to stay up late, and I guess the cartoon will be another time."

"... I don't know, it sounded like I wasn't interested."

Though my chest must have rattled, I look extremely faceless.

"No, no, I can't believe you're not interested. I really can't help but notice the cartoons Marie praises."

"Then let's watch it while we eat. The food should be delicious because it's so fun. Hey, it's settled."

Yeah, I can't refuse to be a man if they hold hands and say that.

I know it would be more fun to have a brawl in the world of dreams than to watch cartoons, but if she's going to push that kind of heartbeat, I'm sure she'll be fine.

Dinner was busy sometime that day.

So much so that it seemed like a curse word that the boy raised a grudge, and screaming and screaming... was this really flushing in civil liberation? That's what I wanted to ask, but she said confidently, "It's amazing from here"...

"That's an interesting cartoon, Marie. Then take a bath..."

"Good. Then I'll tell you the second story."

Immediately after being remotely manipulated, I smiled and solidified, "Is this the baptism of geek culture?"

As distressed as that is, my head was beginning to figure out how I could be friends with Shiba Dog.

It's with me that I don't know what it's like to be a dog, and it's probably better to get used to it than to learn. And then I guess I'll fish for online information while I'm at it.

Hearing the brutal theme song, yes I thought.