Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

After work, when I left the station, Gangdong-ku night was waiting for me.

Although the air is not so different from the city centre, I am relieved that it is local.

Shortly after leaving, the bus rotary was lined up with socialites, students and other people on their way home. I noticed a familiar back there and I decided to speak up.

"Good evening, Toru."

"Is that you, Kitase?

Men are in shape that is heading slightly towards obesity, and they look unexpected. I live in the same apartment - but I thought you said you were on City Hall duty - Kaoruko-san's husband.

"You're new to face-to-face, even though commuting routes are the same"

"Well, I work a lot of overtime. Yes, treat the eel this other day. It was delicious for dinner."

Tetsu noticed something while she said it and tilted her finger at me quickly.

"This way, if you don't mind, I won't go out with you? You can drink, Kitase."

"Sorry, Marie's waiting for dinner at home."

"Oh, it's good to say no. It doesn't feel bad, and the atmosphere is calm, so the company feels good."

That's not true, I humbly showed it to him, but I think he is definitely relaxing.

I don't make rough waves, I'm not clueless. I try not to forget the explanations I receive, and I try not to distract my boss... so isn't that something I praised too much for because it's the purpose of avoiding overtime?

"Well, no, then. Shall I ask you on your way home? Oops, the bus just arrived too"

"What do you want to hear?

"Well, of course, I wonder why Mariabelle stayed. This isn't my job, it's my curiosity."

Of course you can, I smiled. [M]

I'm on the elevator, cursorily up.

I looked at the boundaries from floor to floor several times and the sound rang with Pooh. Tetsu takes a step outside and turns a calm grin over here.

"Let's go get a drink sometime. I feel like I can have a good drink with you."

"Yeah, I'd love to. See you later."

Waving at him, blocked from the automatic door. The elevator moved and I finally exhaled.

Well, if you're from the bureau, is there a tough excuse for homesty? That's more or less what people over eighteen do, and Marie's appearance is about middle and high school. Besides, I hear that a month or so is normal for a period. It would be uncomfortable to stay in a room since April and spend time without going to school.

Our lives could change somewhere.

Nevertheless, he is also gentle on the surface and makes me think he probably missed it. As I was saying, it wasn't work, it was curiosity.

I snapped my neck and I stepped out of the elevator.

Though dressed to hold a girl, this is not something to be admired by Uridra. Marie sprinkles an apron and, as she stares at the fried oil in a serious way, this is just cooking.

Nevertheless, the elves who sometimes look up have big eyes and the face of a good place lady...... though I still think it's cute, etc.

"Hey, I'm stopping to explain. What happened to Bo just now?

"Uh, fried or fried comes from chopsticks, so remember this feeling."

"I wonder if this is the perfect feeling... yeah, it's easy to tell from the guide"

What was removed from the cucumber oil was fried birds, and the girl moved her nose tingly to the fragrant smell.

I saw the refrigerator once, wondering if I wanted to drink white wine at the end of the taste. But fried chicken is a speed battle because of its quantity.

"Shall we fry more and more at this rate? In the meantime, I have a salad for you."

"Okay. Let's decorate the table with our breathtaking party collaboration"

Oh, Mr. Elf with the hang of it is in a good mood. Right down there, he's shaking his head to the left and right, and he's cute. I want to watch it for a while, but I can't help it because salad is essential for fried chicken.

When he looked at the table, rarely did Uridora gaze up into the night sky with great respect. The dragon is choosing hot pants and a t-shirt without worrying, even though it will rain long and the air will be cold. Because of his smooth hands and feet, and dark hair, he's a painter just holding one leg.

And those obsidian stinging eyes pointed this way.

"What's wrong, Uridra? You're not well."

"Mmmm... I'm not used to this world yet either..."

Rarely, her white fingers call me Quickie. Hip down next door as you are invited, and wait for words from Uridora.

Then she whispered softly, as if to tell a secret story.

"Nurashira seems to have a pattern when she doesn't hide it, but she does have a hard time telling it now. I'm not gonna say it anyway."

I leaned my neck in surprise, but I immediately think of what you're talking about. Earlier, she said something about a conversation with Toru.

"eavesdropping? It's no good invading your privacy."

"So I forgot to switch off the comms. When am I going to commit an infringement? Let's leave that alone."

Yeah, looks like you finally remembered you were eavesdropping in your dream world. Though, he called us out in compassion, and let's not poke around.

Looking back, Marie is in a good mood to make fried chicken. The sight appeared in my eyes like a treasure somewhere.

"... you'll be fine. It can't be a bad thing. That's not my idea of a weather forecast."

Pampered me on the shoulder. It feels comforting and inspiring. When I stared at her unexpectedly, she gave me a male grin to go to.

"What I'm trying to say is, don't get sick. I would say in Japan that illness is out of concern. All I can do is entertain Marie like I always do."

I felt my shoulders lose strength.

Certainly not much I can do. Enough to cook a meal, travel, and read a book for you. In the meantime, you just have to figure out how they can live and relax in Japan.

"... for once I'm going to enjoy it too. So did Uridora ever eat fried birds?

"Of course I don't, and I keep it twitching to the irresistible smell. Come on, have a treat."

That's something like a dragon, that easily clears my mind. But Mr. Elf finally noticed that he was resting. With a reprehensible voice on my back, I panic a little.

"Hey Hiroshi, what are you skipping? If you want me to work alone, I won't let you eat fried birds."

"Oops. I'm sorry, I'll get it ready."

Well, I guess that means women are strong. Standing next door, the girl is swelling her cheeks and the fried chicken is piling up with mountains. As I was making salads next door and bickering, the girl soon cleared her mind, too.

Freshly fried fried dust, the two lifted with chopsticks.

Fluffy but fragrant, and when I saw something close to golden, my throat snarled unexpectedly. If you stick it together without putting anything on first, it leaves a slightly lighter toothpick and spills the quality oil of the cucumber and bird.

"Mm-hmm!

The skin is gingered to enhance the flavor, and I can't wait to see that because it has a crisp touch. The plump body quickly chops a thousand pieces, and the chewing and chewing fragrance flows into the mouth.

"Mm-hmm!!

Pumpkin Marie stepped on the flooring with her feet and seems busy chewing on it. Deep-fried mountains, and alternately compared my face, and somehow slapped me on the shoulder with bread. I guess this is Uridora, though Dosun and I got stomped on our knees late.

Even when I look at her as if she's behaving badly, she turns to a full grin, completely unintentionally.

"Nsooooooooooo! Fragrant, fragrant and irresistible!

"Huh, huh! Hey, what's this, you've been keeping this dish a secret? Isn't that right?

I said I didn't mean to, but I poured white wine into the two glasses.

The bird says it's red wine, but as far as I'm concerned, I think I'd recommend this one. Although beer goes with it, of course.

"Well, that's why I'm going to try which sauce is right for fried chicken. This is onion sauce, salt and pepper, mayonnaise and ketchup, mixed with those two, and lemon and..."

When you crouch out the small plate, the two make their eyes black and white.

"Don't wait, then why is there a kind like that? Be fragrant and delicious enough to stay vegan."

"That's right, my fried chicken is finished as it is. You can say it's an evil way to flavor and deceive."

That's strange, how can you be blamed?

Nevertheless, the fried bird is also the food that repeats the debate about which sauce fits best. Low cost, chunky fried dishes are very orthodox dishes. That's why the source dispute is deeply rooted.

So-so, while getting two people to eat.

Uridora hit the onion sauce, and Marie picked the mayonnaise for me.

"Huh! The sauce stained my clothes...... Huh! Ugh, I didn't know it would match so well with leeks... I'm changing my taste!

"Wow, what is this? I can't believe the flavor, and even the richness, is increased! Mm-hmm, yum."

I sipped the wine irresistibly and exhaled to puffiness.

Bird food for adults to kids, but apparently even residents of the fantasy world will be satisfied.

"But if we bring this into the other world, common sense will cover it. Well, at least I think I'm a bird cook."

"I don't know, it might be a flavour that improves Japanese varieties and creates safety management. First of all, you won't be able to take oil that clean and odorless."

When quality bird oil is poured in wine, the table is bright and uplifting.

Every once in a while, I try one too... but, uh, you're just in good shape for frying. Marie may have gotten used to this dish a lot too.

"That's why I think this mayo ketchup fits best. It will enhance the flavor and give it moderate richness."

"Ha no, the onion sauce is supreme then. The sauce has been stained all over your clothes to give it a gorgeous flavour!

Wasn't that wierd exciting?

The elves and dragons flickered, and for some reason the spearhead was pointed here. All this time, the two of us pointed at the fried chicken with ichiosis sauce, and they said, "Which one?," he calls silently for judgment.

"Um... I like this kind of thing. There's no such thing as the best."

"That's the kind of attitude that doesn't boil down is Japanese. No, no, no, admit my mayo ketchup is the best. Otherwise, I won't read you a book when you sleep."

"If you're a man, admit that Zuba and leek sauce are supreme. See, I'll do it."

So the moment I opened my mouth, the two fried chicken came to me.

You know, because I don't know. If you go in two at the same time, you'll be in mayo ketchup onion sauce. That, but not bad...... yeah, I like this.

The girl points her ass over here and positions her pampers and pillows.

If you loosen the hair that was loose to the left and right, it will flow away leaving a saggy, silky glow. Because of the dimness of the downlights in the room, the girl, flaking her hair and turning around, looked grown up somewhere. My eyes are drawn to my plump lips.

"Come here, I'll read you a book and put you to bed."

Saying so, spreading the futon and the girl creeps.

When he sinks into the space provided as he is invited, the elf's face is immediately in front of him, and he is seen by his big eyes. and is approached a little closer from her side, overlapping her luxurious body with the marks of

The girl's head was put on her shoulder while she remembered the smell specific to the girl.

And another thing, the sound of clothes rubbing from behind.

The dragon, unable to sleep when there was clothing, seemed to have returned to its original form to its tail. The shadows were dancing loosely in the downlight.

"My onion sauce is unbeatable."

"Pfft, are you still going to say it? They're both delicious and I like them."

Guisserie and the futon on the back ring, and the beauty with the dark hair creaks. Whenever I fall asleep, I hug him so he doesn't have any problems, and he leans back on me.

Nod hits her nose and exhales satisfactorily "ugh".

Then the girl spread a book for me.

"One morning, as usual, the youth headed to the fields - …"

A voice as beautiful as a spirits flowing as a matter of course.

Makes us think that stories that only bring us sleep are irreplaceable. Because of that, I attract her terribly luxurious hips.

"Oh... someone who has no choice. Listen to my voice to fall asleep quietly."

When did the girl remember such a gentle whisper?

I look forward to the moment Marie hugs me to sleep at this time of night. A breathtaking sound that reads out, and a rain that sounds out the window.

Only at all times does my heart become very quiet and sink to melt at night.

One last thing, I felt touched from something warm on my forehead, but I didn't realize who it was in the dark.

Good night, Mr. Elf.

You always have a beautiful voice, but you're prettier at night.