My son scribbled on his hand with a stente pen,"Don't paint on his hand! Draw on paper!" A few days after I scolded him. While I was washing with my son in a hot spring,
he walked suddenly as if he had found something.
The place where his son arrived is no matter what, a large dragon tattooed on his back. The son tapped him on the shoulder,
"You shouldn't paint on your body. Painting is on paper.
"Oh, son," he said. "You have said something that you should not say." I'm sorry for my son, but I'm not a child of another.
The moment I thought I'd pretend to be...
"I see. I'll wash it clean and erase it. Thank you."
Then yakuza smiled and said, After calling my son, I said hello to him and finished safely.It was fortunate that she was a good yakuza.