162 162 Stunts and Natural Sauce (1/2)

The festival venue, which the four of us had come to, was already busy.

It's usually a sparsely populated neighborhood, but today it's overflowing with many as if to overshadow that impression. There has been no other festival in the near field for the past week or two, because it would be a factor in the thriving state of affairs.

Feels like I've seen it all the time. Not many people are in yukata, and walking in yukata seems very noticeable. Although it is largely due to the addition and subtraction of beautiful girls at midday that stands out.

There's a lot of people out there.

”Right. We have to stay out of this.”

”Don't let Mahiro go, do you?

”... I won't leave”

In the middle of the day when I hold my hand tightly as I lean tightly together, Zhou also holds back to tangle his fingers, and I swear I will never let him go.

If I let go, all the disgruntled boys will surely run to the numb. You won't have to run, if there was such a cute girl.

Hiuuuuuuuuuu, what a deliberate tree to stand on, sends a gaze, ”You'll hold hands anyway,” while looking at the stalls and their paths lined up in the festival venue.

”Midday, you want to see something? You want to eat.”

”I'm new to this kind of place, so I'm not very familiar with it...”

”Oh well. Eat something without difficulty.”

I almost never went out with my family, and laughed so as to encourage midday even as I remembered that I felt a little damp, I laughed small at midday.

”Oh, I did. I ate.”

”It would be bulky if I bought it because it was a boob and it would be damp if I let it go...”

I eat for a thousand years, so if I'm going to flatten it soon, it doesn't seem like a problem. I just don't feel like I should have a tummy before eating something sweet because of my tits.

As for Zhou, I want to attack him from around the grilled noodles or octopus without difficulty, but I'm going to prioritize what I want for midday.

”... What kind of festival is there?

”Baked noodles and octopus for rice, around Frankfurt for squid roasting, I wonder. I think I just mentioned that rice would be over here, and it would be something that would tummy.”

”... shouldn't I make up my mind while walking?

”I'm fine. That's the flavor of the festival.”

You can decide what you want to eat, but it is also a B to find and buy while walking through the delicacies. Maybe you enjoy it more as a festival.

I got a reply and a nod to the effect that I wouldn't mind sending my gaze on the trees, so I prompted midday on that route and walked out to enter the crowd.

As I appropriately hang out and buy and eat while looking at the stalls, I see a shooter familiar with the edge.

As for the circumference, which has the image of a shooter when it comes to street stalls specific to the edges, I'd like to play because it's a corner, but I also thought I'd go through it if midday doesn't show interest.

At midday, when he was glittering his eyes with pleasure as he looked around the stall, holding hands, he repeatedly blinked properly following the tip of Zhou's gaze.

”Zhou-kun, is that it?

”Oh, shooting. If I drop it for a prize with a cork gun - that's the game. You want to try?

It was all an experience. When I took out my wallet and swayed it, my curiosity nodded slightly even as I was subtly confused at midday.

All right, I'm gonna give the store owner the money, get a cork gun and five rounds of ammo, and put it on so he can shoot at midday. You don't have to leave it to the store owner to do it yourself, no doubt because your parents took you to the festival more than once.

”Look, we're done. Which one?”

”... that, be cute”

What midday indicated with my fingers was a hairpin in a case of plastic. Decorated in the shape of a purple sunflower, that looks like it would go well with the yukata you're wearing right now at midday and cute in design.

However, as for the circumference with experience in shooting, it is often adjusted so that it is difficult to drop things for you, so it is not recommended for first-time users to target.

but I don't say that because I want to respect my free will at midday, and I decided to leave it to my midday arm while teaching me how to shoot and how to be in shape at midday.

Watching as I securely thought it was a good thing inside that a pretty girl stood up with a gun, even though it was close to a toy, I put up a gun with a really serious look at midday and pull the trigger.

There's a light noise, the bullet flies away... just like that, hitting the cloth behind you.

”Mmm, that's hard”

”Well, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Don't look sweet just because you don't have that much distance from the prize.

You have to adjust the angle depending on the power of the gun and the speed of firing, and you have to make sure you don't get bumps when shooting. There can actually be habits by guns in the first place, so if you don't figure that out, you don't even plunder into prizes.

It's deep inside, you know, and when I laughed back at the skill and knowledge my parents slapped me into in vain, I was shooting at him with a bullet in the way I taught him around, intentionally thinking that midday had been laughed at or ”now it's time to guess and show it”.

In the end, I have all the bullets off, so all the momentum turns into a sigh.

The middle of the day, when the shopkeeper was given a multi-eyed bar snack for the participation award, was soggy.