The brave man took the dragon,
Protect the kingdom and marry the princess...
The brave calm the sea,
Protecting the harbor, falling in love with mermaids...
The brave will destroy the demon king,
Protect the world and see the goddess for the first time...
Such a hero, Tan "Eyutan";
Sweet sweet love stories that are going to spit out sugar......
Praise the brave,
To the maidens in love...
I admire the brave,
To the children of my dreams...
Encouraged by the brave,
To the men who live their days...
……
…
Such, full of dreams, hope and love............ crappy poem "Ugh".
My sister... it's my sister's song Utah.
And
At the end of the day, I met the girl at the pub at the end of the venue and added "That" to "That" - that was a song.
I can't help but miss the singing I remember with my abominations and thoughts, … regrettable, sad song.
A study flown in the tavern;
The melodies that float in the back of your brain are all that.
It is the brave men of previous generations who can praise you...
─ ─ Probably Erin's father.
He's the bastard who dumped your sister in a cage.
That motherfucker...
You son of a bitch.
brave,
brave,
Brave man.
... The ancient braves that people glorify are like hatred to me.
The king,
Keefa or
More than Havana or something.
─ ─ I am only an object of hatred for Yao "Haru".
Brave (...) -
Predecessor brave, motherfucker.
……
For me, the brave one (...) is Erin...
Just one.
Love. Love. Love.
The only flesh and blood parent, the savior of mankind... is my Messiah the Savior.
That's not like a rotten predecessor brave man.
A real brave man.
It's Erin the Brave.
……
I manage to dig up memories and remember songs other than the previous brave ones.
The melodies and examinations flowing in the brain are the liquor stores of the day.
It's a space for everyday healing,
More than a song about glorifying the brave...
There should have been,
A song that talks about everyday life and praises fishermen fighting the waves…
Songs of fat women with liver carrying toddlers and combining household chores with fishing union work...
Success "Tamama," but living in the mountains - a song about a hunter who supports his family every day and a daughter in a delightful, young, colourful tavern...
And
Explore, another brave man.
Frustrating Strength Helping Lottery Weaknesses, Discussing Dragons, Destroying Demons, and Rising to Heaven's Poetry of the Brave...............
You can't.
Is that it, and did your sister really like the brave...
There's no way Bazu would know about your sister's sex affair.
……
…
And when she found out, she was unclean,
Before he rebuffed "Cucumber," he abandoned Kina,
When I vowed to retaliate, I was in a land I didn't know existed...
The last time I heard of him was a long time ago.
By the time I heard the rumors, everything was already over.
Yeah, well...
Think of the brave,
My sister, who plays the song, had Erin in her arms.
Um, the oblivion of previous generations.
The product of the blood of a hateful man.
The child to be discarded.
……
A brave child, you say?
Why is such a wreck here (...)?
What are you gonna do to my precious family!?
……
Why are you here?
Why is that?
Why do you love her and stroke her?
That's the son of a brave man!
Um, he's a son of a bitch...
……
Oh,
Oh,
Oh, well.
Also, I'm being deceived.
Good for the brave, aren't they?
Fine.
Fine.
Fine. Come on!
I'll do it.
Do it.
I'll do it.
Why don't the parents take responsibility?
It's no different than "I was there" in the mountains.
I'm used to it...
So,
Do it.
Without hesitation,
Do it.
-What's wrong with putting your hands on that thin neck?
Googling, just folding away,
carotid arteries and airways. Cuddly,
I felt the blood flow lag under my hands, and I...
Erin...
Blow bubbles out of your mouth,
Your face turns blue,
His eyes congested bright red,
If you don't make noise with Hu Hu, when you see him breathing death...
Bazu screams.
Die,
Die,
Die!
Son of the brave!
I don't care if you stop me!
Do you know if a toy abandoned by a brave man (...) stops!
You know what my conscience is?
Brave kids don't die!!
Brave man, don't die!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...
……
…
Still,
Erin didn't mean to...
In a shadow similar to yours,
He didn't understand people's malice until just before he died... and he looked at me with those transparent, innocent eyes.
I didn't even know they were going to kill me.
Small hand, grab me... just saw.
There was me in that eye.
ugly,
Dirty,
Evil...
There's nothing I can do...
__was there.
Kill...
……
…
Then, a few years.
The intention to kill has not sprung up since then.
I don't even know why I sprung up.
If you continue the tavern while supporting your sister who fell ill,
Still a young Erin taught her sister and began to learn songs.
A song that praises the fishermen who fight the waves...
The songs of the fat women of the liver supporting the house...
Desperately trying to protect his place with a broken body,
─ ─ Healthy Girl Song...
Live in the mountains, support your family. You can count on it.
─ ─ Hunter's Song...
As a young man, he loved the world and fell in love with men.
─ ─ ─ The Maiden's Song in the Tavern...
Your sister's voice,
My sister's beautiful voice... is handed down to her forgetful Erin.
The toddler goes to the girl...
Days go by,
Even if the daily routine of the battle "Sausage" is visited,
Erin sings,
For me,
To comfort the boredom of the night,
To heal your heart from the end of the slaughter...
of the battlefield… burnt cities;
Coal "soot" castle fortifications;
In a smoky "dull" enemy formation,
Nicely... nicely... praised me... my niece.
untrained,
You miserable Mij.
The feminine emotions
This is how you always surround the fire by yourself… it erupts endlessly.
a little tongueless… I remember my niece's voice setting a simple and beautiful tone,
In the back of the brain, it sounds like a lousy but somewhere flavorful, handmade instrument playing "Kana"...
Indeed, there it is - the little lute-looking instrument is the comfort of the battlefield nagging made on the battlefield.
And
It's my healing. It's my comfort.
Erin...
……
…
Snapped nuts just sautéed with polypoly and salt, Osama is alone… drinking as he remembers to examine the sound in his brain.
The sound of bees and bouncing bonfires also sounds like a whispering applause for the melody "Spinach" that plays in the brain unknowingly, and I don't feel bad.
I just miss you...
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
It's as if you've read Bazu's mind, timing.
The horse hissed and encouraged me to bazu.
Keefa's horse lies and relaxes like a cat behind a bazu.
How much do you trust...
Was the original owner out-of-the-box kind...
For the animals, it smelled human and had an instrumental amount to lean on.
Stroke the hyena Tartare,
"Right..."
That's about it.
Quickly sip the liquor, and throw the nuts left in your hand into your mouth as well, and you bite the mushy mushy... swallow.
Come on... I would have smoked it for half my life, though.
I'm not totally willing to smoke "a lot".
This is only a preservation process to take home and deposit with Kina, and I'm going to do the finishing touches at home.
Quickly put together the still extra hot caged semi-smoked meat on a large tree leaf using the spreading "Tsuru".
The fragrant good smell stimulated my appetite... but is my brain issuing a warning that I can't eat this... no saliva.
Medium rarity and hardness... this meat, which is still strong even in soup, has become smoked...
If you do poorly, you'll break your teeth.
Wrap each drop of "dried" oil in leaves and keep in multiple weights.
Fortunately, this large leaf, which is native, grows in large numbers around the outpost and has no difficulty wrapping it.
The stem part is hollow and light, contrary to appearance.
By the way, this leaf... you can eat spring tips.
It's not what I could have eaten when I got stiff in the summer.
But from the horse, it was a treat. It was fortunate that he was eating "Jiggle" while making a burst of noise.
While wrapping the smoke, the cut stem gives the horse.
Are you two working together?
... I'm the only one who works.
……
- Okay, I got it.
A good amount of smoked meat was thrown into a different dimensional storage bag (item box) and cleaned up after the fire.
I don't use Kamadu anymore, so when I secured some burnt charcoal, the rest collapsed and buried it on the ground.
The semi-digging type "Kamadu" is convenient because it is easy to withdraw at times like this.
Even if the soil is covered, the charcoal will continue to smoke "dull" for a while, but there is nothing to extend the cooking, so there is nothing to worry about that much.
Well...
It's going to be a long night.