Kuitsume Youhei No Gensou Kitan 소설 & 이야기

Kelvin then smiled at Gilbert and said, "See? Kisa didn't think I was loud. It's you who are hard to please." "Or... did you want some noodles? It's too bad that I've finished it. There's still half a bowl of soup left. Do you want it?" "Gross!" Gilbert exclaimed as he turned his back toward him. "You sure? Kisa's the one who cooked it for me. It's so much better than the ones you buy on the market. Plus, you can't get them anywhere else," Kelvin said playfully. He tried to stifle his laughter after seeing Gilbert's lack of reaction. "Are you sure you don't want it? I'm going to finish it."

Pure Generation is Generation without generation. Langkit will return to normal, as if nothing happened. " Heh… like getting rid of Ren, but after this your master will be busy returning to find who can control everything, for the girl's bodyguard, ”I muttered to myself. Then I went looking for them again. I really lost track of them, I finally decided to go back home. On my way home, I saw Akira and Yukatzu at a café. They both looked friendly, I who saw it from afar only responded with a sweet smile.

Kōjin (laughing so hard the volcano rumbles): “Welcome to the family, Himuari-Nakamura. Weird is the baseline.” He snaps his fingers and a table appears (low kotatsu, steaming bowls of kitsune udon the size of bathtubs, sake that tastes like sunrise). We eat under a sky that’s half open volcano, half Kyoto twilight. I steal his chopsticks just to watch him pout. Seras: “So… do I call you Dad? Kōjin-sama? Old man who smells like charcoal?” Kōjin (soft, ancient eyes warm): “You call me whatever feels like home.