Arumagirou!

Arumagirou! Japanese man called ISMU as the author.

He was the crocodile lady type male female lover. She would be... and he would be..? the man wanted to be a bad singer! And he went off as the high school image of canceling his match making for the steady relationship. But the woman laughed. Arumagirou? A man, Jirou. He made a joke by reading a funny book. A cartoon named as Jirou, aru, saru, (Jirou, a monkey). The same intonation gave some funny image making of the character. Then, there was a man called Manji! Gamanjya, manji! (Be patient, Manji!) and so on. Then, he started to find another location to call himself as Arumagirou as his own name to be an existing character at the bar scenes. He was.. at first, bad in the card games. So, he failed. But later, Arumagirou-kun was thought as patient and not really a snobby type by the women. The image of his own.. he wondered. The man of the normal third grade university graduate with the 7:3 ratio hair cut with a pairof  black frameeye glasses would be a boring figure. Arumagirou? A very patient kid? A very sexually unattractive but he might show the very small bump on his groin when he is erected? The image building went on and on. Then, it failed.

The image he had was the bold head skinny guy who would have no knowledge of the prostitutes but a bit bad in the intornation and wearing a white sleeveless shirt on top of an oldtimer's image short pants. He could be carrying an old backpack or even a large red ambrella from the Edo period. Thus, he had failed.

First, his father was shocked to see his new face. No make up. No eyeglasses. Perhaps, an earring, maybe? His past image was like that. An earring on one of his ear. But, no. He was... Hikotarou. No..! That was the image of his past. Yamabuko... Hikotarou. That was the image of his own. He wanted to have his last name as Yamagoe (Mountain voice), thus he could look cool to be shortend his name as Yamabiko (mountain echo). But it went wrong with Arumanjirou. Yamabuko Arumagiro? No... It's not a real name as well. But... his father wanted to say something more. He was not 18 any more! His make up was this hazel nut like shaved hair and his sleeveless white underwear made him to be in poverty. He could be playing with a small hand size tank toy on the floor while he sit on the floor. It was like... it was like... His father tried to descrive it.... and he found the word. Insane! Then, his father paused for his moment. It was the blank feeling toward his own son. "Hiko, don't be so silly!" He shouted. "Be wise!" He said shortly and left to the hallway in his home.