Demon Lord, Retry!

- - A pussy store in A.D. 2006 - -

Jalajara and silver balls sound, and there is a blast in the store that sounds like an eardrum.

Cigarette white smoke stood around, and regular customers talked out loud, sometimes there was an aunt slamming the table like crazy.

The guys hitting in this old hall, arguably the end of the place, are all regular customers, with severe pussy addicts sitting side by side with the same geese neck as they do every day.

All year round, all I could think about was pussy from morning to evening, and it looked like an earthquake could happen, even if there was a war overseas.

For them, squeezing the handle with their right hand and flying silver balls is probably life. Everything else is at your disposal.

Even if a major earthquake comes at this moment, its right hand must not let go of the steering wheel. Well, if you're in the middle of a big win, that right hand will squeeze the handle and keep throwing silver balls into the attacker, even if terrorists break into the store and order you to "raise your hands".

In such a powerless space, Ono Jing sat with a grumpy face.

Once the venue, since the “world” crumbled, the crystal repeats its unproductive days, drifting through what can only be thought of as time.

"Shit, you're already gone... you bastard Noguchi, he wants you to be in the mood"

"Kakaku, Ono. So how many wild mouths died in the war?

"It's weird. I'll take down Shibaki, Jiji."

From the mouth of the crystal, a stripped Kansai valve pops out.

This guy usually lives using the standard language, but when he's local, does he feel relaxed, or sometimes he goes back to the vegan tone?

"Dude, why is this reach off...... Kenzillow, get out of the way! I'll fight the Naked King instead."

"Ugh! Ono is as funny as ever!

A regular jizzy sitting next to him opened his mouth and laughed, but he has little teeth in his mouth.

It is also like a dark cavity, a good manifestation of monstrous jizzy traits.

"How are you eating dinner when Locke doesn't have teeth?" Jing always thought that it was silly to reconsider asking, too, through.

Crystal and Monster Jijii is hitting a battle-type pussy table, typed up from a comic book called "Arctic, Sometimes Antarctic Fist".

It is an unintelligible story in which a protagonist named Kenzillow fights a pervert called the Bare King in the Arctic and Antarctica in order to retrieve his taken lover.

(You're not feeling well today............)

Hideyoshi Noguchi, depicted on a thousand yen bill, already had 15 people sucked into the pussy table.

If we take this place as a battlefield, then as many as 15 precious lives have disappeared.

But the more incompetent a commander is, the more he puts in a gradual effort to cover his disadvantages.

"Next. Hit it at the next wild exit."

"Minute, Ono. It's like the Battle of Gadarkanal Island. Even if you put in a little soldier, you can't win the war. I thought I'd let you in, Mr. Fukichi."

"What is war? Pussy is like a pussy and I'm out of it..."

The crystal is poisoned and puts more Noguchi in.

Perhaps the 16th man will also die in battle without holding it for as long as 10 minutes.

"Pussy is a modern war, Ono. If you beat this, you can drink. I can go to health. It's a 60-minute, 8,000 yen course."

"I'm not spending money on anything less, but go to the dentist. It would be horror if a toothless jizzy came to health as a guest. Sleep under the grave like a monster."

"The monster, yeah, because there's no school, no exams, nothing in it. There was a song like that in the cartoon. Do it? That, I wonder what you did with your name. Did you do the parlor, Kitaro? No, don't... sure, I did CR eyeball dad."

"Hey."

The crystal ignores jizzy bullshit and lights a flame on the smoke that caught him.

He exhaled a great deal of white smoke so as to resist the reckless time.

"Ofukaho. Ono, I quit smoking. Will you quit smoking next door?"

"Are you stupid? Why should I care about Jizzy? By and large, this is a State-approved product, and we even pay high tobacco taxes. Respect the taxpayer. This is going around and dropping money on welfare and utilities. All right, Jizzy? Smoking is the work of a saint who cuts his money and devotes himself to his people."

"As usual, only the mouth is masterful... Fukuru, if I get sick, Ono will pay for the doctor."

"If the life expectancy of a jizzy is reduced, I won't smoke more and more."

The crystal lit two more cigarettes and spewed an awesome smoke out of the three.

It is no longer a small voyage.

"Ono! The only thing that turns into a fire truck is in my purse!

"You're going to say something good, Bokejij"

"Really, if I grew up without it, I'd be such a demon-like man..."

Saying, Jijii opens the can beer pull top.

To spare the overflowing bubbles, Jijii mouthed the can to lick.

"Jizzy, this one has a hangover and a headache. Don't drink on the side."

"Ono. This is a State-approved product, and you pay high liquor taxes? This is going to help the world around."

"Don't imitate. It's totally a drunken bedtime thing."

"Don't just tell a nicotine addict"

In the end, although he sent in four more Hideyoshi Noguchi that day, the war never covered him and he closed the curtain with a tragic defeat. The crystal leaving the store reaches out both hands and looks up into the sky.

There was a blue sky with no clouds, and gentle sunshine was pouring into the world.

(hun..................)

Somehow, I feel that the light hasn't blessed me, and the crystal glances at me, glancing at my shoulders and heading home.

Even today, we have a time that means nothing, and the day ends. Perhaps that will happen again tomorrow.

Nothing else, Jing himself feels it.

People repeat similar days unless they take any action. Whether that's a good one or a bad one.

(I wonder what you're doing, I...)

Bright music plays downtown, lovers holding hands and walking pleasantly.

Sometimes it's a weekend, or the faces of people on the road are everywhere bright. I guess they paint their weekends on their chests.

But there's nothing in the crystal right now.

It's just days of walking around the city idly, eating proper meals, going to pussy, taking a bath and going to bed, eating up your savings. There was no longer a man who had once been a fool, but only one man who had been jealous.

(Shit, something's cold............)

The weather is beautiful, but it's cold somewhere.

Jing attracted a cardigan that was feathered and passed through the downtown early enough. Because I felt like I wasn't (...) in the sparkling air around me.

(He always floats...)

It may have been a daily act everywhere. Because not everyone and he is happy every day.

If someone laughs, someone cries, if someone grabs a lot of money, someone loses a lot of money.

The world never gets tired of it and repeats that with glue.

(Tomorrow, how are we going to spend............ try to get away appropriately?

Crystals go down the alley with such unplanned things in mind.

Second, I noticed the vibration from my pocket, and when I did my hand, I was wearing an incoming call from XX. I worry about ignoring it or not for a while, but did I lose my roots or press the call button?

I'm hanging up.

"Hey, I haven't told you anything yet! Impossible, huh?

"I don't want to go down anyway, because I can see you're on business..."

In fact, XX calls and emails have a lot to offer. That said, from a crystal that is no longer as busy as it used to be, this is also a slight change to an irreplaceable routine.

"I'm free. We tried to divulge the crystal in a tarot."

"What the hell. So, what's the result?

"THE FOOL is out! Perfect for the current crystal, isn't it? Unemployed pussy or something. Too stuffed in life! Let the crystals look what they are when they curse us as Nettie!

"I'm just resting my tired wings. Stay with Neat for 10,000 years."

From the mouth of the crystal, a painful excuse spills.

Instead of fatigue, it's the ultimate in five-body satisfaction. It's enough to sweep and throw away time.

"I get it, super - I get it. I thought we were similar. 'Cause I'm gonna be serious tomorrow! This is serious!"

"When are they coming when you're serious“ tomorrow "...... next year? Ten years later?

"Oh, I forgot my nettle logbo, so I'm coming!

"Heh...!

An incoming call is unilaterally hung up and the crystal sticks his phone in his pocket with his nose ringing.

It's everyday everywhere. It's a nasty exchange.

Once again, when I did my hand on the vibration from my phone, the next thing I knew was not to call, but to inform me of the incoming email.

(It's you again...)

Crystals close their phones like they're fed up with the sender's name that says Mikitty.

The coming content was always similar and I didn't need to see it. The crystal is now solidified and in a straight state of mind, such as a hand offered by someone.

"............ starting today. I'm sure tomorrow's better."

Recently, it's a crystal cliche.

Was it a word of comfort or inspiration to the beaten self to a reality that could not be helped?

"Well, fools are good... say whether it's in the right position or the opposite position"

The day is over, whining about what doesn't matter.

Tomorrow, a similar routine will continue.

However, “extraordinary” was always present next to each other in the crystal routine. It is a little further for this man to know it with his own hands.

Ten years from here...

It's all going to change, because the Battle of Destiny is waiting for him.