Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

As I approached the city, I saw a crowd hanging out in front of the main gate.

Everyone is facing the meadow and blooming in rumors like this.

No one cares about me when he comes from there.

He passed a group of soldiers.

I could see a beastman and an elf.

I'm going to crash with someone who pushes me. I feel like I can't get up again if I fall down now, and I'm desperately preparing my posture.

walk.

move on.

A crowd of people passing each other.

Among them, he passed a red-haired swordsman.

He passed by a single-eyed adventurer.

I passed by a beautiful elf.

I felt they knew them. The look is instantaneous, and the back is his.

I know this city, this country. I think this is certain in the memory that is hiding in the fog. By a few moments it is uncertain and anxious.

Walk in a familiar city you don't know.

My left shoulder hurts.

When touched, a crystal-like ore was somehow pierced. If you try to pull it out, it will cause severe pain, and you will not be able to use one arm.

My left foot was hurt due to poor movement. Drag one leg and proceed slowly or slightly.

I have a place to go.

Under a small bridge.

The place where she met her for the second time.

This is the only thing you should never forget. Repeatedly, repeatedly, carved into the brain.

Pass by a crowd of various people in the city. I walked slowly.

Pass by a store you know.

An unknown clerk looks at me with dirty eyes.

Follow the street you don't know.

A part of his body remembered the way, though he didn't know.

Enter the back alley to be invited.

He almost falls and moves with a gait that rubs his body against a nearby wall.

move on.

I walk on a street I don't know at all.

Children were playing behind the alley.

When I looked at me, I shouted, "Kaya" and the kids were falling.

Proceed down the alley, which is lonely.

You are reflected on the ruined glass.

A terrible figure, a child should escape.

Grey-haired heads, creepy golden eyes, horns on the face, scars and blood on the whole body in tattered clothes. Worse than the dying tramps.

"U"

Vomiting throat. From the throat, blood clots and body fluids. Loses consciousness.

Hit the stone wall and keep your consciousness.

My legs do not move.

Leave your weight on the wall and wait for recovery. From behind the alley, I saw a piece of a bright street. It looked like a distant world. A petite black-haired girl passes by. I could see her friends talking with her happily.

Probably a party for newbie adventurers.

Why? Although she did not know her, she felt reassured and sad. However, there is a little energy.

Go through the darkness. My destination is not the light.

As in other people's dreams, memories fall.

Bonds and illusions of various people. Like a kaleidoscope, you can never look back at the same scenery when you look back.

It's as if the lantern light before death.

It disappears as soon as it comes to mind.

Disappears, disappears, and leaves nothing at the end.

What was left was innocent darkness. An empty cavity. A lonely theater where the books fell and the customers were gone.

I broke.

"Stand up" says something deep inside, but there is no reason to get up.

However, there is no reason not to proceed without reason. The ego that remains like a piece is like that. I felt like that.

Proceed while crawling.

If your legs do not move, drag your body with your arms, and the only right arm that moves properly.

Through the dark streets,

Like a beast,

Like an insect,

Hurts

Spicy.

sleepy.

I want to forget everything. If it gets easier,

"T"

Chew your tongue.

Absolutely no pain.

Crawling. Go one meter or one centimeter.

I have to go.

Don't go ―――――――― Where, where?

In the stagnation, broken glasses slip down for a few moments.

The glasses lens says "Go to the bridge. Meet her. ' Nausea and shaking of the brain restore foamy bonds and memories.

A small fire lights up.

Too small and not enough to move the body, but still like the sun in the unclear darkness. I will proceed. I know where to go.

A little more.

We're almost there.

Any unnatural appearance is acceptable. She doesn't care about that.

The last vision passes.

I dreamed of shooting arrows from the darkness of the Nubatama.

I bet my life in the mad hierarchy and I made a bond.

Flyed alone to the king's land and resumed.

Honey and sweet dreams.

Challenge to the dragon, the end of the festival.

To the forgotten city.

To the world caught in delusion.

No matter where, I came back to her.

Calm intermission.

Adventure time.

God's spare time.

Meet world threats in the ghost city. Still, I swear with my colleagues as I fight forward.

A gathering of wolf and dog.

Those who succeed and do not retreat.

Someone calls me the king of the beast.

as its name suggests. He bet sword and wheat and buried the hero.

I saw the story of those who forgot.

A girl who was displaced from the country.

The deepest queen in a country full of curses.

Reunion with the worst great magician.

Promise with friends.

Encounter with a loved man.

But her choices and adventures have been a horrible end.

The enemy has come.

An enemy came before me.

An enemy called a hero has come.

I didn't like it. The reason I fight is, after all, such a shallow thing.

Fight for battle with true heroes. She was trapped in the frontier of delusion, and she disappeared there.

Oh finally,

This memory also spills.

When I think of it, it is scattered as an ineffective splash. I can never remember again. I can't look back.

The right arm for crawling stops.

I can't remember why it works.

But …………… I tried to move on.

I can't remember why.

Instinct or “Still”, reaching out slightly.

It was over soon.

Everything is gone, one empty man. I feel like I have lost something tremendous, but I have forgotten both sadness and despair.

Nothing man.

An invisible person who is nobody.

At death, the body is trying to stop living. The blood runs out, and the meat cools and freezes. Death is right there like a spouse.

The end which is not seen by anyone in the dark alley. The man laughed, though there should be no sentiment.

In any situation, laughing and heading to the end is like ironic resistance to fate. I laughed thinly and closed my eyes.

The lights in the sky are far away. Spreading is true darkness.

I sleep without sleep.

The scars were horribly cold and the wounds hurt, but the sleepy wrapped it up.

Sleep like mud. I sleep and forget everything. I'm done.

But,

One sign that hinders sleep. A short screaming voice.

There was a woman. One unknown woman.

"I'm sorry to surprise you"

The face is not clearly visible in the hazy view.

"if you can-----"

Words do not last. Nothing can be said to a man without anything.

"Oh, you're terrible injuries."

Strangely, the woman lent her shoulders and raised her body. A man who is full of wounds and worse than a rags, while polluting his white costume to see what he is like.

Then, go from darkness to light.

I can't see anything dazzling.

The wounds hurt and the body no longer moves satisfactorily. I may die as it is. Is it the only salvation to have a woman next to me and not have a dark dream?

No, no memories, no bonds. But one word remained in the man.

A fire that never goes out in the darkness left by someone.

"Lost bonds will not return, but you can make new ones"

However, those words keep burning forever.