shimazu kaoru, the motherinlaw who was held by her nephew.

When his daughter married and adopted him, he died at a time when he was thought to be a full-fledged man, and Kaoru worked hard to protect the Shimazu family. However, the large black pillars of the hakama were so unreliable that the stress of coughing was only increasing. On holidays, she went shopping, but her nephew was playing a game. Kaoru dropped the razor into such a lazy figure. He was disturbed by the holiday, and he had not had a night with his wife for a while, shivering that it was him who could earn money. Kaoru went back to clean up when he said what he wanted to say to his nephew. When he felt the attention behind him, his elbows stood and suddenly attacked him. The fox scooped wildly and peeled off his clothes. Although he resisted, he couldn't beat the power of his nephew, and he committed crimes as he was. He was forced to smuggle, and the hardened meat rod was scooped up, and he was thrown around violently. The wolf fired and left the scene, but Kadaru was shaking at it for a while. That night, Kaoru sat in the living room with a thoughtful look on her face. He appeared before the coffin seemed to be sorry, and said apologetic words. When I held on to my cheeks as if blocking the word, I kissed it sweet. Well, when he was attacked by the daytime trenches, Kashiwaku tasted his supremacy many times. He was squid many times by a fox he thought could not rely on, and repeatedly cut the wall with a hard hot meat stick. The reason why the kaoru was trembling was because it was refuting the feeling of the meat stick of the koji. The squirrel looked in love when it took out the hardened meat stick of the skewer, and began to slowly stir with a bellow.