#chitose karasuyama

[ramen-tokyo]

華塩（Kasho）「牡蠣そば」

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✔️Noodle size : 並盛

✔️Topping : 全盛

✔️Side Menu : 釜めし

✔️Nearest : 千歳烏山��

[novafloofeatsbirds]

womp womp

[ofhouses]

1180. Yuzuru Tominaga /// House in Chitose-Karasuyama /// Setagaya City, Tokyo, Japan /// 1988-89

OfHouses presents: Japanese Fields OfHouses, part XII. (Photos: © Shinkenchiku-sha. Source: ‘Jutakutokushu’ 10/1989; Form System Institute Archive.) — This project will be published in our upcoming book: ’Japanese Fields | OfHouses.’

[theotakufiles]

D-Frag! Manga

D-Frag! is a hilarious and action-packed anime series that follows the misadventures of Kazama Kenji, a delinquent high school student who is roped into joining a bizarre game development club called "Game Creation Club" by its eccentric members. As Kazama reluctantly becomes involved with these quirky individuals, including the playful Roka Shibasaki, the violent Chitose Karasuyama, the genius manipulator Sakura Mizukami, and the self-proclaimed godlike at games Minami Osawa, he finds his life turned upside down as chaos ensues around him. From wacky power struggles to outrageous competitions and never-ending pranks, D-Frag! takes viewers on a wild ride filled with slapstick humor, unexpected friendships, and absurd situations that will leave them laughing uncontrollably. Will Kazama ever regain control over his life or will he embrace the madness that comes with being part of this unconventional club? Find out in this laugh-out-loud comedy series packed with surprising twists and unforgettable characters!

Support the talented manga author of 'D-Frag! Manga' by purchasing their amazing work at gekimanga.com. Immerse yourself in this captivating story filled with humor, action, and unforgettable characters. Show your love for manga by directly supporting the artist's creativity and talent. Don't miss out on this incredible series - get your hands on 'D-Frag! Manga' now!

[nanaimay]

Film Photography Group Exhibition | フィルム写真展

Come see some of my never before seen film photography pieces at “First Roll,” a group photography exhibition with the theme of first impressions and feelings on your first film roll.

自分がまだ公開したことない写真が「ファーストロール」のフィルム写真の展示会で観れる。ファーストロールを 「はじめての気持ち」の ことと捉え、純粋の気持ちも。

🗓2023 2/15 (水) - 2/19 (日) ⏱12:00 - 18:00 📍@galleryfilmo in Chitose-Karasuyama @ ギャラリーフィルモ　千歳烏山駅から5分

I’m excited to see how exhibiting artists—including some good friends @yappangie.arts and @lookingforbrave —interpret and take their shots! Save the date!

様々なアーティストがこのテーマで遊んで(お友達AngieとBraveも)どのように表現するのをお楽しみにしています！

ぜひお越しくださいませ♡

If you'd like a sneak peek of my work, please visit my film photography Instagram account @naraichi

[crazychiyomiwa]

D-Frag! Chapter 142

Is it finally happening?!?!? Kenji x Chitose?!?!?! Awesome!!!

[animemakeblog]

Game Creation Club's central plot incorporates comedy, parody, school, and seinen. The primary characters are Chitose Karasuyama, Kenji Kazama, Sakura Mizukami, Roka Shibasaki, and Takao. Anime is one of the most popular genres this winter.

[anime-end-cards]

D-Frag

Episode 7 end card by Hikagi Tatsuhiko

[mhk-87]

“Say aah.”

“...”

“Aah, i said!” (^_^)

[tokyostreetphoto]

Windows, Chitose-karasuyama 千歳烏山

[ramen-tokyo]

中華そばの店 りょうが（Ryouga）「特製 中華そば」

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✔️Nearest : 千歳烏山駅

[babudarabu]

[ya-da]

Ramen + fried rice for 1,160 yen at “WASAYA", Asagayanaminami near Ogikubo on Ome Kaido Road. ＋ It is 3:30 p.m. after finishing some business in Chitose-Karasuyama. I am exhausted from hunger. I found a Chinese restaurant still open just past Ogikubo on the Ome Kaido road. Next to a BUTSUDAN-YA(Buddhist altar shop), run by a crooked old man and woman. Inside the restaurant, a group of four old women were boisterously drinking. ＋ Fried rice, sticky fried rice. The ramen was, of course, noodles that were smooth. Well, it was tasty in its own way, wasn't it? + Four old women who were boisterously boisterous at lunchtime drinking got a receipt when they paid the bill. Are they going to write off the cost of the lunchtime drinks as some kind of expense? They didn't look like they were coming home from work. They were too old to be working. Are they members of the Soka Gakkai (Japanese cult) or something? Is the cost of a lunchtime drink a tax-deductible expense for a religious activity? I don't know what it is, but there's just a bad vibe. + And this is for 1,160 yen? In this way, the set meal of 8 pieces of fried chicken for 1100 yen at "A-Get-Monya"" in Koenji is inexpensive. 青梅街道沿い「和佐家」で、ラーメン＋チャーハン1160円。 ＋ 千歳烏山で所用が終わって15時半。ハラ減ってへろへろ。青梅街道沿い荻窪過ぎた辺りでまだやってる中華屋みつけて、辛抱堪らず飛び込んだ。 仏壇屋の隣。折れ曲がったじいさんとばあさんがやってる店。 店内は、老婆4人組がぎゃーぎゃー騒ぎながら酒盛りしてる。 ＋ チャーハン、べっちゃりしたチャーハン。 ラーメンは、もちろんでろでろ麺。 まあそれなりに美味かったかな？ ＋ 昼酒でぎゃーぎゃー大騒ぎしてた老婆4人組、会計する時、領収書もらってた。 昼酒代、どっかの経費で落とすのかよ？ 仕事帰りには見えない。そもそももう仕事できるような年齢じゃない。 創価学会かなんかか？ 宗教活動で、昼酒って経費で落ちるのか？ なんかわかんないけど、悪事の雰囲気しかない。 ＋ こんなんで1160円だよ？ こうしてみると、高円寺「あげもんや」さんの唐揚げ8コ定食1100円は、安い。 #ラーメン #チャーハン #炒飯 #荻窪 #阿佐ヶ谷 #和佐家 #麺スタグラム #老婆の領収書 #酒くらい身銭で飲め #町中華 #ramen #noodles #noodlesoup #friedrice #tokyo #japan #soka (和佐家) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChqA7iYBudi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bestofsubs]

D-Frag! (2014)

MyAnimeList | AniDB

[killerdeathchaos]

D-Frag!. Chitose Karasuyama & she’s the Student council president, everyone respects her even the teacher’s.

[thefinalcinderella]

Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 2 - The Mountains of Hakone are the Steepest in the World (Part 1)

I’m back for real this time! I’m aiming to finish this novel during the summer, hopefully that will happen.

Also I made a Ko-fi

Full list of translations here

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Kakeru jogged ten kilometers each morning and night. It was a habit of his since high school.

At the time of the summer tournament in his second year of high school, when his body was readied and he was doing the most training runs, Kakeru had forged a record of thirteen minutes and fifty-four-point-three-two seconds in the five-thousand-meter race. This wasn't just astounding for a mere high school student, but also a plenty popular number for Japan's track athletes, and various universities got in touch with Kakeru. Moreover, since he was still in his growth period, everyone wanted him as a promising athlete who could leave good results. That was until Kakeru, who had committed an act of violence, quitted his high school track and field team.

Kakeru had no lingering regrets or attachments whatsoever to running while carrying his school's name on his back, much less leaving records on the world's grand stage. It was more enthralling to run freely while feeling your whole body cutting through the wind and moving forward. He got bound hand and foot by the expectations and ambitions of an organization, and was tired of being managed like an experimental body everyday.

On the day he set the five-thousand-meter record, he felt ill in his stomach. Because it was a battle that included health management, there was no use making excuses about this and that later. However, for the sensation Kakeru was feeling, it was that he felt that he could still run faster. His record could be reliably reduced to less than thirteen minutes and forty seconds for the five-thousand meter run.  

Even after he quit the team, Kakeru continued to train on his own. He wanted to finally reach the world of speed that still hadn't been witnessed yet. The flowing view. The sound of the wind that slipped through his ears. At the moment he ran five-thousand meters in thirteen minutes and forty seconds, how would his surroundings be reflected in his own eyes, and how much blood would his body let boil? No matter what it took, he wanted to experience that unknown world.

Wearing on his left wrist a watch that was crammed with the function to record time, Kakeru silently ran. Even without a coach to instruct him, even without teammates to compete together with, Kakeru had no doubts or hesitations. The wind that touched his skin taught him. His own heart was shouting, you can still run. Even faster.

Several days have passed since he had come to live in Chikusei-sou, and he was just about able to get the hang of the faces and names of the residents. Whether or not that brought calm to his heart, his legs fluidly kicked at the ground during that morning's jogging.

There still wasn't a lot of people on the one-way street that was lush with greenery. Occasionally, he would pass old people walking their dogs and salarymen heading towards the bus stop in the early morning. As Kakeru hung his head down slightly and stared at the white line, before long he was following the jogging course his body was beginning to get used to.

Chikusei-sou was located in a snug and traditional residential area located between the Keio and Odakyu lines. For large buildings, there was pretty much only the Kansei University school building. For the closest station, there was Chitose-Karasuyama for the Keio Line, and Soshigaya-Okura or Seijogakuen-Mae for the Odakyu Line, but it was somewhat far to any station. Since it took twenty minutes or more to walk, there were many who took the bus or rode their bikes to the station.

Of course, Kakeru did not use vehicles even to go to the station. Running was faster, and it became training. Thanks to being asked by Kiyose to buy groceries from the nearby shopping district, as well as running alongside the twins who pedalled a tandem granny bike to go and take a look at the bookstore in Seijo, he became more knowledgeable about the surrounding geography.

Kakeru decided on several jogging routes. They were generally narrow roads with not a lot of traffic and where groves and fields remained. There weren't a lot of chances for him to enjoy the scenery as he ran at tournaments, but during normal jogging and practice, he occasionally idly looked around.

A tricycle placed on the edge of the eaves of a house and a fertilizer sack that fell over in a corner of a field. Kakeru liked observing those sorts of things. On rainy days, the tricycle would be taken beneath the eaves. The contents of the fertilizer sack would gradually decrease and be changed to a new sack before long.

Every time he discovered remnants of the presence of people, he felt ticklish. The owners didn't know Kakeru ran this path morning and evening and had the tricycle and fertilizer sack weigh on his mind. Without knowing that, they spent their days moving and using those things. Thinking that, he felt somewhat delighted. It felt like he was secretly peeking into a peaceful paradise inside a box.

When he checked his watch, he saw that it was six-thirty. He would be going back to Aotake to eat breakfast soon.

As he was passing by a small park, Kakeru was drawn to something he saw in the corner of his eye. Running in place, he stretched his neck and looked into the park. Kiyose was sitting by himself on a park bench.

Stepping on the sand lightly scattered on the ground, Kakeru entered the park. Kiyose still had his head hanging down. Kakeru stopped near the horizontal bars and examined him.

Kiyose was dressed in a t-shirt and worn navy blue jersey pants. It seemed that he was in the middle of walking Nira, as there was a red dog lead placed on the bench. Kiyose rolled up the right leg of his pants and massaged his calf. Kakeru saw a scar that looked like something from a surgery extending from his knee to his shin.

Kiyose still hadn't noticed him, but Nira, who was playing in the breaks in the shrubbery, dashed to Kakeru's feet. There was a disposable shopping bag with droppings tied to his neck. Nira sniffed at Kakeru's shoes with his wet nose, and then perhaps finally convinced, wagged his tail vigorously.

Kakeru stooped, and stroked him so that he was enveloping Nira's face with both hands. It seemed that Nira was unable to control his excitement at seeing a familiar face outside, as he let out a wild breath that was close to a dry cough, like an old person with dried candy stuck to their throat.

At that sound, Kiyose finally looked up. He awkwardly lowered his pants leg. Kakeru called out "Good morning!" to him in a purposely bright voice and sat down next to him.

"Do you also walk Nira, Haiji-san?"

"I also run everyday, so this is just me taking the opportunity to do it. This is the first time we bumped into each other."

"I was getting tired of it, so I'm changing my route little by little."

Kakeru felt that he was aiming at shortening the distance between himself and the other person. It was like he was casting ultrasonic waves into the sea and trying to search for the outlines of fish with the reflections.

"…Are you running for your health?"

As soon as he said that, Kakeru secretly clicked his tongue. This was like intending to release ultrasonic waves but firing a torpedo instead. The fish might get scared and hide themselves in the deep sea. They kept their secrets in their bellies, let shine their dorsal fins and dived deep. Feeling impatient, Kakeru was the only one in a hurry. He was utterly sick of his personality of only able to directly say what was on his mind.

However, Kiyose didn't seem angry, only wearing a smile of bewilderment that bordered on resignation. Kakeru, who realized that he couldn't do strategy or tasteful leading questions, silently waited for Kiyose's move. Kiyose gently touched his right knee from on top of his pants.

"For me, running isn't for my health, nor is it my hobby." Kiyose stated plainly. "I think it's probably the same for you, Kakeru."

Kakeru nodded. If he was asked "So what reason is it?", he would be at a loss to answer. However, he wondered why he couldn't write "jogging" in the hobbies section of a resume submitted to part-time jobs no matter what, for example.

"I got injured in high school."

Kiyose took his hand off his knee and called Nira over with a light whistle. Nira, who had been walking carefreely around the park, immediately went to his side. Kiyose bent down and attached the dog lead to his red collar.

"But it's almost completely healed now. Now I know that my perception and speed are returning, and running is fun."

From the time he saw the scar, Kakeru somehow or other understood. Kiyose, like himself, was someone who was seriously pursuing running. Him desperately chasing him on his bike the night they first met was because he was deeply interested in his running.

Nira, with the dog lead attached, incessantly pulled on Kiyose to tell him to start walking now. While stopping that, Kiyose asked Kakeru, "What about you, are you coming back now too?" Kakeru leaned on the back of the bench and opened his mouth after hesitating for a while.

"Did you introduce Chikusei-sou to me because you saw that I also did track and field?"

"I chased you because your way of running was incredibly good." Kiyose said. "But, I took you to Chikusei-sou because I thought you were running so freely. Someone like a shoplifter was running so happily that it sent something like that flying. I really dug that."

"Why don't we go back now?"

Kakeru stood from the bench. Kiyose's answer did not hurt him.

The morning atmosphere, which was coming alive in earnest, was surging into the deserted park. The horns of the cars driving on the main street. The sound of a mailbox being opened and closed from a house somewhere to get the newspaper. The presence of people briskly heading to work and school.

If he took them into his lungs all together, the blood with increased freshness would circulate all the way to the tips of his fingers.

Kakeru left the park with Kiyose, and then they began running again back to Chikusei-sou. It was something Nira also understood well, and he steadily ran ahead. The sound of Nira's claws repeatedly scratching at the asphalt implicitly became an indicator of the speed of the two. For Kakeru, it was a pace that was markedly slower than his usual. However, he didn't mind that even a little bit. Kiyose, running beside him while holding Nira's leash, certainly seemed like he had a thorough understanding of how to carry his own body. It was a run that could only be realized from running every single time and continuing to put in the effort diligently.

"Hey, Haiji-san," While running, Kakeru asked something that he was curious about. "Why did you make Nira carry the bag?"

"It's annoying to hold it."

Kiyose answered as though it was nothing. There was never any hesitation in his words.

Even so, Kakeru thought, sympathizing with Nira. Even though he's an animal who possesses a much more excellent sense of smell than humans, to have his own waste products dangling before his nose, isn't that pretty painful for Nira?

Taking little notice of Kakeru's worries, Nira continued to run smoothly. His coiled brown tail was shaking over his behind, as though keeping a rhythm.

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