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I don't even feel up or down. I don't even know if I'm on the ground or in the sky.
From that state, but gradually my senses returned and I realized I was crawling to the ground.
Algae scratch at bitterness.
I don't care if the sand enters in in large quantities, I lean around and scratch the soil weakly like a potato bug with my mouth open. Without knowing how to breathe, it seemed to drown even though it was not in the water.
Before breathing, he exhaled so that he could get some air about what was left of his lungs, and his breath finally came through as if he could hold onto it.
Breathe to be sure. When the lungs tried to inhale as much as they wanted, they breathed and vomited without having enough lung capacity.
... Apparently he's not dead.
Five of them seem satisfied, and although they scratch algae like no other, they are not lifted with their hands or feet, and they can be moved.
Didn't you hit the lightning directly? The ground seemed to have been blown up by the lightning that fell in front of it and blown away by its impact.
"This is why I still disagreed with leaving it to those outside"
What the fuck?
The voice sounded blurry and distant, as if it were in the water as well. If you're going to miss it, it's as far away as you usually recognize it as a murmur.
Moving his gaze, he noticed someone standing right beside him.
It's the two of us standing.
Both are dressed in white capes and we don't know who they are.
When did you...?
"... I wonder what that means. Why are you interrupting me? You were just about to get rid of that kid, just the way you wanted, right?
The voice of a girl who could not hide her frustration also sounded quite blurry. The more you focus your consciousness, the farther you're going to hear it off like someone else's talking in the mess.
"You won't have trouble getting your precious figs pruned to finish off the dying weeds. Just think about how much you will lose... well, you don't know what the devil is depriving you of your power. and how rare sprouted figs are, etc."
"... what the hell are you talking about? figs?"
Girl's voice goes down a step to a story that doesn't get guidelines.
"God tells me. If not, you don't need to know."
Was that strangely exalted voice pronounced by another white cape figure? I feel like I'm having a fever, and my whole body is goosebumping.
"Enough with the rabbits and the horns, the beginning and end of the traitor. If you want to crush the fig sprouts for it, I'll give it to you."
"What the hell is that? Is it so hard to kill him?
"Oh, what is ignorance so horrible? A collection of ten rotten seeds such as yours that won't even germinate can't compare to a germinated fig. Oh, if I'd known there was this (...) sooner..."
"Guariree, don't slap me in the mouth for nothing. The figs are asking.... Well, what happens when they ask me"
loose, and one of the white capes crouched in and peered into my face. Red eyes, and squirming in the shadow of the hood, and that guy laughs at me horny.
Suddenly, I felt set on fire in front of me. Jiri, and lets herself jump to the heat where her nose tips are broiled, but her head is gently suppressed with the hands of a white cape figure known as Guariree.
What the hell? What's happening? Why does it feel like there is a fire when there is no such thing as fire?
Stop, I raised a plundering groan, but the person in the white cape does not answer. However, I feel that the signs of fire have intensified, and then my consciousness becomes anxious that I cannot escape.
Kin and a strong tinnitus finally frightened me of the different sensations.
"Get away from the hall!!
It was then that I heard such a voice from even further afield. One ear on the ground immediately conveys the sound of the soldiers rushing over.
Raswiwok's slightly weak growl followed by a blast, and his breath leaked.
"That's it? Guariree, let's pull it up."
"I'm only satisfied with my face yet......... no, stay guided by God and Master"
Because of the tinnitus, I needed to devote horrible effort to even listening to that conversation.
Sooner than the soldiers get to where I am, the giant bird flies off with a buckwheat in an unclear view.
The two white capes dropped it off and then looked down at me once, all aligned. I still can't see that face in the backlight.
"Glory to God"
The two squeak in a voice filled with madness to the point of stifling.
And then, abruptly - as if I had misseen something - two, and the appearance scratched off.