"I'm the last one to warn you!"
I threw a knife into Prince of the Sea Branch while frying a stinger. For your convenience, I will call the hostage Prince of the Sea.
The panicked fishermen just twist their bodies and never attack.
"Get out of my way, you fish!"
It doesn't work with language.
It doesn't even work.
But my will was told straight away. Its intensity is based on race and gender. And it surpassed language differences. If you don't want to see him die, step aside. I told him so as an act.
"Do you want to see your idols shed blood!"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
- Heh heh!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
As he sliced his forearm, the fishermen threw a bubble and hit his head on the ground.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Things are going very well. Claudie and Winia look at me with a shaky face. I felt like I saw something half-unrealistic.
"Cao, nigga. This is good, isn't it?"
"Cat... I can't believe it."
"I told you."
Out of the way, fishermen made their way.
"There's nothing impossible about Kim, Kat."
The fishermen all noticed the bees buzzing with fear and anxiety. They were uncharted fishermen, but no one was armed. It was you who were clumsily clever enough to understand the concept of hostage.
Surely he is the most precious being.
"You don't want to see your precious being hurt."
Lose because you know preciousness.
There is only irony in this world.
"I've never heard such a trustworthy nigger talk!"
"Ugh, yeah. Honestly, so am I."
Winia hugs my waist and Claudie scratches the ball.
"Now let's go."
Anyway, it's a go.
As I tightly held the prince of the sea, who was about to shed from my forearm, I stepped forward. He couldn't even resist, stretched like a dog on a picked-up summer day.
There is no shortage of hostages!
The way the fishermen burst out looked like a red carpet. I went as noble as the previous general. After that Claudie and Winia followed. With you, I can run anywhere, "whispered his ear in my arms.
I heard the fishermen screaming.
It was when I was standing in front of the entrance.
- Oh, my God! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
A fisherman stopped me.
He didn't carry a weapon, but his two eyes were burning with jealousy.
Hoo?
"You son of a... have you lost your head?"
But when I pushed the prince into the sea floor, it weakened as well. I immediately kicked into the fisherman's bosom to stop me. - Bummer! After flying back, he looked at me and cried.
- Argh! Argh!!!
The speculation has not been broken.
Fool.
"Why? Uh-huh. Hey, fish. That son of a bitch is gonna hit me."
- Cuckoo!
He slaps his cheek in his arms and dies, and the man who was about to slap him dances. - Aah! I was delighted because it was a face that looked so disfigured.
"What are you doing, you bastards! I'm not putting that son of a bitch away!"
- Argh!
- Aah!
I dragged a foolish fisherman who was afraid to stand against me during my violent demonstration and began to inflict a merciless lynching. - Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Hey, blasted bastards.
I was just laughing because I was watching them.
This is why if you stay still, you go in the middle.
I have a hostage. What am I supposed to do?
"Let's get out of here. It's gonna be okay now."
We came out that way.
There was no resistance, no rebellion.
There was no way the fishermen who didn't even have a terrorist manual could defeat the modern Earthlings.
"Oh, my God, fuck. Is this Atlantis?"
Outside was already a submerged underwater kingdom.
There was nothing to see but fishermen and burning buildings. There were so many fishermen.
Humanity was defeated.
But it doesn't apply to the extra-specific story of Kim Kot.
I walked.
- Aah! Aah!
- Argh!
- Eww!
The fishermen outside, who ran to us with a trident, also trembled as they saw their idols being held in my arms. Soon they fell to their knees as they became overwhelmed with me.
What is it? Did I cast a thousand horsemen without knowing it?
"Nigga, I think I'm dreaming!"
Winia said as she saw a fisherman who didn't know what to do.
"Because I'm so cool?"
"Uh, I think the nigger looks so cool today!"
"Hugh."
I'm originally a deadly man.
I walked through a city that turned into such a nightmare. No matter how many fishermen there are, there's nothing to be afraid of if there's only one hostage in my arms.
"We'll be good friends! Hhh!"
- Meow! Meow!
But does this fellow breathe without water?
I think it's hard to see him still alive.
It doesn't move very well.
"I..."
The pilgrimage of the fishermen continued long behind us.
They came after us slowly, weeping or wailing. Some of them dragged their gills and spilled blood.
"I'm a flute man."
Whether in an emotional mood or not, I recited it as I watched the building burn. The ominous legend, The Flute, tells the story of a daemon that descends from Hamelin, a declining and destroyed gray city.
"This is Hamelin."
It is a terrible legend that children caught up in the fascinating flute sound followed the flute pouring daemon and were brutally slaughtered.
It is stated that the children disappeared in the First World War and never returned, but I knew the truth.
Because it was obvious to see what the crying daemon, deceived and humiliated by humans, would have done to the abducted children.
I overlooked the children slaughtered by Damon and the fishermen. The fishermen will not look as good as the children of Hamelin.
I'll do it.
The cost of invading a human city is great.
Then the fisherman and the child pronounced the same thing.
Is this inevitable?
"No... it's a reproduction of a daemon legend."
- Argh!
- Argh!
- Aah!
The warriors of the fishermen blocked the road by building a wall to stop us. They were trembling anxiously, but as straight as their eyes, they were facing their idols.
"Open the way."
However, the sturdy wall collapsed in one hand.
"A thousand horseback riding ceilings."
The fisherman warriors fainted after biting the water rake on the ear of the sea prince. Beyond the broken walls, we went.
"Huhuhuhuhu."
Claudie laughed joyfully at the look.
"You really didn't know this was going to happen?"
"Uh-huh. Just trust me in the future, Claudie. Whatever happens, I'll take care of it."
"Awesome, Cat. I'm so trustworthy."
Claudie kissed my cheek.
I walked to my destination, enjoying the power that had risen again. Nearly a thousand fishermen were chasing me with a scream, and I just walked away without even giving them an eye.
There was no raid.
There was no attack.
- Cuckoo... Cuckoo...
However, every time he opened his gills with difficulty, the fishermen shouted. It was a real shame they didn't understand their language.
The eagle continued to march for hours under the sun. I finally succeeded in getting out of the city.
The way to the inland.
I came all the way to the entrance to the forest.
"Ah, hahaha! He's alive! The best nigger ever! The nigger is so cool!"
Only then did Winia shout with complete relief.
"I finally realized the beauty of the West."
"Yep! Best nigger ever! The nigger is the coolest! Hahaha!"
I feel strong when I see Winia rejoicing.
I went a little further.
- Uh-uh.
- Uh-uh.
- Er...
When I looked back, I saw the fishermen twisting dry.
Bondi, when it was a feeling of freshness, they were no longer fresh. It was like a sick fish in an old aquarium, a lung that took away the future altogether.
Their pace has slowed, and the number of fishermen following has begun to decrease. A fallen man deceived me. As I expected, fishermen could not be active outside the water for that long.
Above all, it was the decisive factor that was unfamiliar with marching on the ground, living only in the sea. Their body structure was unsuitable for prolonged action on the ground.
As they entered the forest, the fishermen cried out loudly.
But only those who did not fall were relentlessly pursued.
This was the suffering that Hamelin's children had suffered.
I will repay you for it.
- Er...!
- Er...
The sun has fallen.
The number of fishermen who had been chased without giving up had narrowed to about ten. It was like the moisture was falling out on one side and squeezing.
- Er...!
- Heh heh!
They were yearning for only one thing.
It is not the sea water that will cut off the suffering of the dreaded dehydration.
I was only worried about the comfort of their idols and longed to get him back. Give it back. Give it back, he is our idol...! Screaming like that, forever.
- Furry.
The one at the forefront has fallen.
I did my best.
However, the one behind him, the one behind him, came over the corpse. What made them such loyal creatures?
"... is that you?"
-... cuckoo.
The answer doesn't come back.
We just walked like we've always done. You can walk to the next town like this. In a world slowly bitten by orange, I told the fishermen who were following me.
"I won't hand it over."
Heavy.
"Your idols will die like this."
And low.
"You cannot save your idols. I can't even get it back. I can't save him, I can't comfort him."
I turned around.
There was only one fisherman left.
"The sin of invading the city. The sin of slaughtering people. And the sin of coveting the flesh."
The fisherman, who had completely dried up and turned into a mira, continued to follow as if it were everything in life. Claudie didn't care, but even Winia seemed like a rainy nigger and felt sorry for her.
I said to him as I sentenced him.
"Receive the reward of humanity, you weak fisherman."
- Grass.
Eventually, the last fisherman fell.
I looked down at him.
- Er...!
The fisherman who drew the power of the writing reached out to me. I trampled on his fragile arm. A broken bone fragment protrudes through the scales, and he throws up a terminal full of pain.
Nevertheless, he did not take his eyes off the sea prince.
"--I can't touch it."
The last fisherman, he closed his eyes like that.
"Your weak will does not reach me!"
Immediately, I kicked the corpse. An ash that is not fresh is not worth eating. I only hurt my stomach when I tried it. Until then, I threw away all the backpacks and the sea prince.
It's fucking hard.
He opens his branches hippily on the ground.
- Cuckoo. Cuckoo.
"All your colleagues are dead."
- Cuckoo.
"All because of you."
- Cuckoo.
Well, there's no way to communicate.
I just sat on my backpack and took a bucket. - Choking. I feel so cool with the water passing through my throat. I drank water as pleasant as I could see.
"I used to be a fool when I caught a real nigger foam, but it was really cool today."
Winia sat next to me.
I handed her the barrel.
"Yes, Cat. I think what I said today was fine. Yeah, it's cool, too."
I smiled quietly.
After all, he took a hostage and escaped the city.
Nearly a thousand fishermen would have been torn dry and died. The city may have regained its stability. No matter how many fishermen there were, the loss would have been enormous.
- Gasoline.
I swung my head in the wind.
- I...
An idol of fishermen took refuge.
It was a quiet death.
I tilted the barrel and poured a little water on his face. Thank you, my friend. Thanks to my friend, I was able to get out of the city alive. You've done enough of my work.
- Neither reason nor cause matters.
After all, fishermen have killed people, and then I only condemn fishermen. Their deaths were just stories. Whether they came to save idols from the sea floor or to get them back.
You don't have to worry about it, you don't have to think.
I'm a human being, not a fisherman.
I danced.
Dance to the soul.
The sun is sitting down.
I danced until the sky stopped.
- Pair!
Claudie and Winia clap.