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I am always thankful to mrhungry56 , a common and best friend of OakEgg and me.
He has a talent of understanding the different culture outside of English-spoken world, and revised our stories into more not only appropriately but enthusiastically in his native English.

He can understand any kinds of different linguistic culture outside of the US. He has uploaded a splendid Haiku (= a Japanese short lyric) in his gallery.

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Honestly, I don't like Japanese linguistic structure where the conclusion is always put in the last phrase of the sentence, which induces the worst decision making in the world.
But he has a great tolerance to digest Japanese and even create splendid literature.

That's probably because he can accept any kinds of culture in the world... except seaweeds.
Yes, I know seaweeds and raw fish were acquired tastes in Western countries.
Even I, born in a poor small village in Japan who can eat almost everything edible, couldn't eat salty fried tarantulas when visited Cambodia.

Not to change the subject anyway.
This is a comic story dedicated to mrhungry56 for our friendship to endure this corona-19 hard time.

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One early summer day.
Hiroe sensed a sign of an alien's existence at the seabed of Lake Hasune, transformed into Ultrawoman H.

"Shuwatch!"

UWH dived into the lake.

"Oh, Ultrawoman H!?"

The fishermen on the lake were surprised to witness UWH.
They didn't aware what had happened then.

Several months ago, UWH fought Alien Grotes and monster Kodaigon in a freezing night and day, defeated them.

UWH reached the lakebed, and searched for thoroughly around. But she couldn't find anything except a pile of skulls of fishes.
She spent more time finding any suspicious things, but her efforts seemed to be in vain.

"There are no trace of alien... But I still feel something is here..."

(To be continued)

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Description
I am always thankful to mrhungry56 , a common and best friend of OakEgg and me.
He has a talent of understanding the different culture outside of English-spoken world, and revised our stories into more not only appropriately but enthusiastically in his native English.

He can understand any kinds of different linguistic culture outside of the US. He has uploaded a splendid Haiku (= a Japanese short lyric) in his gallery.

Mature Content

Honestly, I don't like Japanese linguistic structure where the conclusion is always put in the last phrase of the sentence, which induces the worst decision making in the world.
But he has a great tolerance to digest Japanese and even create splendid literature.

That's probably because he can accept any kinds of culture in the world... except seaweeds.
Yes, I know seaweeds and raw fish were acquired tastes in Western countries.
Even I, born in a poor small village in Japan who can eat almost everything edible, couldn't eat salty fried tarantulas when visited Cambodia.

Not to change the subject anyway.
This is a comic story dedicated to mrhungry56 for our friendship to endure this corona-19 hard time.

===

One early summer day.
Hiroe sensed a sign of an alien's existence at the seabed of Lake Hasune, transformed into Ultrawoman H.

"Shuwatch!"

UWH dived into the lake.

"Oh, Ultrawoman H!?"

The fishermen on the lake were surprised to witness UWH.
They didn't aware what had happened then.

Several months ago, UWH fought Alien Grotes and monster Kodaigon in a freezing night and day, defeated them.

UWH reached the lakebed, and searched for thoroughly around. But she couldn't find anything except a pile of skulls of fishes.
She spent more time finding any suspicious things, but her efforts seemed to be in vain.

"There are no trace of alien... But I still feel something is here..."

(To be continued)

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previous stories:

next: