There was some small irritation on my cheek that created ripples in the sea of silent consciousness.
Ta, pata. Patata. And if you turn to consciousness while blurring at the strange feeling of a series, it suddenly comes down on your eyelids and opens your eyes in surprise.
………
I see something black in my blurry vision, and I think it's an atmosphere where droplet-like substances are falling off their tips… Under such circumstances, of course, I was suspicious of the immobile pitch-black color, and I looked up surprised, and the mundane world suddenly changed to something clear.
—— Oh, oh...?
"There's the illusion of a brave man in front of me. Right, me, to that point..."
Another little Shizuku falls around his cheekbone in front of him pronouncing that he was starving.
—— Ugh, cold. I don't know... I feel so cold...
Ha, and the sigh leaked, what happened? and trace memories.
—— Sure, me, Jonah, sheltered and stirred by the strong wind... I thought I was pushed by the hole, and then I fell as-is.
"Ah... at least I think I wanted to know about the gravitational acceleration in this world..."
I don't know what happens when I find out.
Close your eyelids as you say.
"Juuliokkasokud...?
I can hear the sound of the words.
—— Are the illusions of this day and age reproducible even to the voice!!
Some of the momentum that opened up when I had to check the details was that “a good man who drips water” was actually dripping water.
- I didn't know that! Is the brave man wet in water so colorful......!!
Thin dark hair with thin lines volume down overall. I can see those hair tips sticking perfectly around my neck and cheeks. The trajectory of Shizuku, which conveys the skin, emits a glossy light, because of the angle at which it looks down with its arms, or because the eyes peering with no expression are slightly narrower than usual… because its delicate beauty drifts this troubling color fragrance around again. Grey eyes also create an atmosphere that is colorless, somewhat decadent, and then seductive, enough to make the target strongly hesitate to touch it.
Though unintentionally, I laughed bitterly at the way I was perceived by him for a long time.
Exactly when the real thing is the other person, the embarrassment interrupts him and he can't be seen up close, but if he's a phantom, he feels like Ze , and I asked him seriously about the beauty brave crop.
That's the more sophisticated you see, and this is God's space!? Good luck living. Is that a reward for me!? Thoughts circle. 'Cause look. It's common, isn't it? If you try to die unexpectedly in an accident, there will be an event in divine space that meets God.
What am I, going into the reincarnation route again? I didn't have this before. Could you let me choose a skill that I can use this time or something? and.
Aside from me thinking, the illusion slowly woke up my upper body and eventually the whole picture fell into this vision.
--Oh. I didn't realize it, but it looks half naked....... hmm? What do you mean? Half naked!?
Jumping up with a gushing sound in the space we made between each other, we rush to and from the face - the chest - the face - the chest - the belly - the face - the bottom and the gaze.
—— Ugh............ High skin tone rate!!! (xxi)
My abs! My abs are cracked!!
Muscular, too, arms and stuff! This is just muscular!!
Whoa, whoa! Everywhere's cracking! Wow! Wow!!
Wouldn't it be nice to see the upper body of an adult man since my husband in the previous world!? And, although aunt thought was revived and the soaring tension was unlikely to fall for a while.
—— Wow, wow. This is the first time in decades, isn't it? It was only eight years...
The previous husband of the world had just left the world before he could see middle-aged fat. I can barely remember my face, but the sleek impression is still new to my memory.
When I remember that, something unconsciously hot creaks up, ties my mouth tight and holds it in.
With all sorts of mixed and complex emotions, the brave man's illusions whispered with a strange look as he recognized his cheek, which was still so hot in the spectacular view in front of him and probably dyed red.
"Are you all right?
and with a deep good voice as usual in that world.
"How many of these?
The words that follow and a thin, long finger that fits the height of your gaze.
"Eh... and. It's one."
If you try to give it back as prompted, you will be nodded and your neighbor's fingers will be raised.
"What's this?
"Two."
"How far is your memory? What about the confusion of consciousness?
"Uh. Well... you know, a lot..."
What the hell is this “decent” conversation? And here we finally look around.
He looks worried, like Mr. Hiccup Ear Reps.
I'm also asking for behavior, like Mr. Rice, a beautiful middle-aged man.
Actually, I don't give a shit, blonde ponythe Beryl proper?
The familiar figure of the usual gets into his eyes and picks the back of his hand out of sight.
"That hurts. You seem to have pain. What does that mean? Is this real??
Without nodding, the person says, with his usual face.
"The emergence of Skyfish generated an upward airflow, which apparently dampened the rate of fall. We were lucky to have defensive magic (protection) in time before we landed, and to have been able to cushion the impact. I just couldn't make it to take it and made it wet a lot. Sorry I'm late."
"No, no, no! Ju, that's enough! Thanks so much for your help!!
"And this fell with me, so I picked it up"
"(Hmm? This hair decoration isn't mine... well, okay. I'll take it if you want. So...) Thank you very much!
Head down towards him with the momentum of the wind noise.
'Cause, hey? The fact that the brave man is wet from his head means he went out of his way to “pick it up” after he fell, right?... in this big, deep looking lake or something. Whatever it is, I'm definitely the benefactor of my life, but I'm too good a man for that, brave man!!
In such an inspiring storm, I noticed something from the mundane.
—— stay, no way...!?
"Oh, uh, brave man... maybe even mouse to maw... no!?
I tried to make sure it was as true or false as it might have happened to me during an unforgettable time, and I was momentously slapped behind my head.
"I did the magic of regaining consciousness!! You must be grateful!
What a boy's voice, what a brave man had you breathe artificially... and turn around with regret.
"Hey, you... what's that disgruntled look?"
"Huh? It's totally my fault. Thank you for your help, Solol."
"Bar reading!!
"Well, me, because it's time to get dressed wet and get back to work staring at the brave"
I was worried - and waved to Mr. Reps and Mr. Rice, before he ran into Sorol-kun again, and after the sleaze and the spot.
Sorol-kun had a slightly tight look on his shoulder, and Beryl, a beautiful girl, said, "I'm not going back to“ decent ”that I tried to recover magic because of what I originally made..." but I was throwing up a line that made me sad somehow.
Well, me, I'm older than them. Beryl was the sister of the steadfast, so she decided to think that she was just going to comfort her disciple, Sorol.
Then upstairs, I was calling you Percy, who was slaughtering a springing monster with a dog punch, hey.