Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"Okay, guys, I'm sorry I'm tired, but I'm just gonna move."

If Amanda breaks the silent air and slaps pampers and hands, the soldiers will say, "Roger!" and respond simultaneously. Neither will those who were in mourning drag.

I just finished a fancy fight. Finally, the dead are out too. I just want to get some rest, but that's not gonna happen.

Later, the evening is over and we celebrate the complete evening. In the dim woods from the beginning, the sunshine time is becoming shorter. We don't have much time before it's dark. As soon as I could, I needed to see where I would be sleeping tonight.

The brightness of the forest makes no difference now or at night, but there are also numerous things called nocturnal grudges, like draughtrow. Avoiding night travel was a stone.

Most importantly, now this place is stacked with the skeleton of Dvobeek even this, with a rather deathly odor. He should be caught smelling blood and moved before other resentful demons and beasts arrive, while also feeling uncomfortable. I also want to find a water field to wipe back the blood, sweat, etc. bathed.

One line was to start moving without waking up to the aftermath of the fierce battle.

Fortunately, soon enough, I was able to find a fairly large fresh stream. Walk along the river and look for rocks that are likely to be hard to find by external enemies as natural barriers.

Find a reasonable place, set up piles with exorcism nearby, and stretch simple junctions. Settle down the carriage inside, set up a tent, and create a space to rest. Although it is not the walls, it can be said that something like an impromptu little village has been created.

but there was an inexplicable shortcoming to this.

As a rule for exorcism, low-ranking resentment demons will no longer lean on, but normal animals - in other words, beasts - should be taken for granted. If we start a fire on the water and gather in large numbers, it will really catch my eye, albeit on a rocky ground that has entered.

Sometimes I haven't been able to shed the blood odor of Dbowbeek, or at night mouths came upon creatures like lions and tigers who weren't even familiar with drifting protection.

But there is a formidable army of soldiers. In brilliant return, the beast was to serve as an accompanying dish as a colour for dinner.

Little by little, nights go by.

When the sky was engulfed in complete darkness, it just became darker than noon.

Take turns putting up a sleepless turn, alerting the external enemies - mainly the beast raid.

"... Ariumi guerrillas. Take turns. Wake up."

It was the female knight Ritherlit who woke up a drifting shelter taking a hypnotic sleep beside the carriage.

"Mmm...... ah, guys. Roger that."

".................. Hmm"

She snorted in a grumpy manner, entering the moored carriage.

That's how the drift shelter was also guarded in the morning, but fortunately it never came under enemy attack. There were a significant number of soldiers on the turn as well, but many are biting to death the yawn.

It was basically a quiet dawn to the extent that from somewhere from time to time I could hear something like a beast howling.

"Oops, tired guerrilla. How about a drink?"

"Oh, no."

One middle-aged soldier flickers a bottle of alcohol as he hopes for a faintly whitening sky, but refused to take it for granted. Regulation against underage drinking does not seem to exist in this other world, but there is still resistance to the feeling of Japanese boys. Not so much at work at first.

This man, who has been sitting on the rock next to him, was that giant middle-aged soldier who carried out the burial of three men who died in the daytime war together.

"I can't sleep enough. Even though we're putting up a simple line, we're still in a grudge nest here. I'm not calm."

Pu Ha, exhaling the smell of alcohol, the man looks out into the dark woods and zeroes.

"Ha... I get it"

"Three people fell off on the first day...... Considering that this is the original Bobo, I wonder if it's the less so. We survived each other to the end. Aren't you worried? I don't want to die, of course. I don't want to die, but what are you doing here? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Ha-ha-ha."

The big man laughed brightly and luxuriously.

"If I die, bury me carefully, you guerrilla."

"I can't apologize to myself right now... I don't like it, burying it. So let's survive."

"... well. Oh, yeah.... hey, you're such a good guy. Here, take this."

That's what I said. I explored Gossogoso and his hip pouch. Trying to get what he offered,

"Whoa, whoa!?

Lifeguard pulled his hand in unexpectedly. at full force and at divine speed.

"Why, what do you want?"

A strange-faced man is picking it on his finger. It was - yummy, thick potato worms.

"Why don't you!? Why are you trying to hand it to me? Harassing me while I tell you he's a good guy!?

"Ha. Oh, my God, you're surprisingly delicate. This is a bug that's often caught in the woods where calke trees grow... and it's a valuable source of nutrition."

That said, the man is moving. He throws it flat into his mouth.

And a relentless jaw up and down. I can hear you, bumps and nasty sounds of chewing.

"Ugh, yeah... Yes, no... I'm bringing in food, and I don't have to go out of my way to eat that..."

"It's saving, saving. Look at me. I need to save some money on a big, big meal. Besides, it's a hundred times better than eating Zalbaum meat, right?

"Eh."

"What's wrong?"

"Yes, no... it's nothing"

"Hmm. The guerrillas are young, and their lives in the woods have just begun... would Koch be better"

That said, he explores with you another baggage bag he was carrying on his back. He seems to be preparing for a long outdoor life and bringing a lot of stuff.

"It's a sign of closeness. Let's do this."

"Hey, something...?

It was a cylindrical white object. As for myself, who was suddenly about to be handed a potato worm, I'm freaked out. When you receive it by surprise,

"Ya, soft..."

I wonder what it is. Longitudinal, about fifteen centimeters from start to finish. It has a pleasant punning touch and a hole in the shape of a vertical penetration through the centre. Looks like a giant chicken.

"... or something?

"No, what... You don't know that? As you can see, it's a sex tool made of onter material. Through a strawberry in that hole, like this..."

"Sex......, Ich......!?

I mean, in Japan, is that what they call joke goods or something!? Surprisingly, I take it off the bottoms. White That bounced pompous, as it claimed softness.

"Why, you're such a pure boy, you guerrilla! The body is awesome at arm's length, but is it a tease on the sotch side? You're smiling."

"Yes, no, no... don't tease me. It's a small hole like this, but it won't come through again."

"Eh."

"Eh."

Skies that increase brightness. The twilight of the birds, who began to awaken, tree spirits in the jungle and the quiet woods.

"... Yu, the guerrilla has a splendid thing like that body, and..."

"Huh!? Hey, no, that's not true...!

"Ugh! Oh, God of Creation! Why did you give this boy a fig, a nibble, and finally a splendid one! That's just not fair - wouldn't it!

"Speak up! Stop!"

I rush to stop the big man who shouted out of the morning looking up to heaven.

"Hehe... hey, was the guerrilla friendly with Master Belgrette? Then you don't even need such a substitute..."

"Huh!? Yes, no... that's not why..."

"Ma'am, we're going to have an eye-catching mass life for a while. I don't care if you're a woman like me. I miss you. Mon needs these bums, too. Young people, they stick together and they come out."

"Ha, ha"

No matter how honorable you undertake the task, it is just a man who performs it. Just a long outdoor life.

I get hungry and sleepy trying to dive through a death fight and my buddies fall. Three great human desires, I can't resist those two.

If so, can you guess about the 'other' that remains, and so on?

Rather, in the case of men, I remember hearing stories about such greed working to prioritize the preservation of seeds only under dangerous circumstances......

"But the... when do you use such a mon? You have eyes."

"Sora, when I went to spare you... chocolate,"

"Good morning!

"But..."

The man circles his neck and turns to the woods surrounding him.

"This forest... what did you say, Mon? The unique signs of drifting make that feeling stop happening..."

I also felt it was drifting. The feeling that the clear air and the quiet atmosphere wash away those troubles.

For example, I didn't get much sleep as a shield, but I don't even feel drowsy.

Is this also something of a peculiar spiritual field acting?

"Anyway, so. Thanks again in the future. Guerrilla."

"Oh, yes."

Eventually the neighborhood was completely bright and everyone who was asleep woke up.

Even though there is blue fog, the brightness is still different in the morning and at night. On this riverbank, where the sky can be seen from the gaps in the branches, it was felt more pronounced.

That's how safe it was, the first night at the original Bobo dawned.

"Go ahead, use it"

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Early mornings are no longer chilly this time of year. And if it be in the mountains, it shall be an affront. There was a faint thin fog on the riverside that was different from the blue fog.

From one of the soldiers, he received water that was strained. It is the water of the river that was warmed by the God of Fire chant Oracle.

"Doctor, I'll get you some hot water."

…………

"Doctor?"

…………

"Let's rock."

"Ah, oh. Sorry, sorry."

The gray-haired researcher, who was sitting back and staring at the river flow blurred, reacted as if he had finally returned to me after being slapped on the shoulder.

"What do you do? On your first day of survival, are you tired?"

"Ha... you're sure you're nervous about a rare experience. But the stray cunts are fighting on the arrow for their lives, until it's their turn at night. It's not easy for me to fall asleep in a safe carriage at night."

Researchers laugh as they remove their glasses and wash their faces with hot, hot water.

"I don't think you need to worry about that there. The doctors and we don't have the same roles. The doctors work here to discover some amazing soul and mind" Prarna "or something. It's our job to help the doctors focus on the investigation. That's all I'm talking about."

The doctor smiled somewhere satisfied if the drift guard seeped such an opinion while washing his face as well.

"Hey... the drifting cum totally turned out to be the face of a soldier. Yeah, it's really reliable."

The smug face looked like an age-appropriate, tired Japanese man, partly because he was removing his glasses.

"Hey, something. Why don't you wash your face? It's important if you missed something, like you just did."

"Oh, yeah. Earlier on, I wasn't wacky about anything. Something's bothering me."

The Doctor, who finished wiping his face and put his glasses back on, was completely back on the researcher's face.

"What do you care?

"I also talked to Amanda earlier. Yesterday's dobo beek crowd is a little hooked. I can't think of anything normal about coming into a massive herd."

"Oh...... that was just a wuss"

Even though it was a weak individual, it was a number that strayed from the regular track. There are also war victims out there. I honestly want to avoid seeing the same thing in the future. It's tough to fight, but it's tough to get rid of dirt and odors.

"Well, if it was a game, you'd be beaten to the level of being too unbalanced, that was"

"Hmm. Balance... Balance..."

"Oh no, I just said it appropriately, so you don't have to worry about it there"

"No... something happened in this original bob, which affected the balance of the ecosystem. As a result, Dbobik went into abnormal behavior… I can think of no possibility."

"Ooh. researcher-like shin."

"No, I'm a researcher."

After a lot of bickering and a brief breakfast, the actual team began exploring the second day.