It's all one flower.

As usual, it was supposed to be an idyllic afternoon.

Lunch shoppers have a paragraph and we still have a little more time until dinner guests.

"Leno, it's time to take my place"

"Yeah, I'm on my way."

My mother called me, and my son left the kitchen wiping his hands with an apron.

Shops can't be closed for less time. Lunch is a family change. Now, my father's eating in the kitchen upstairs.

The young man, called Leno, replaced his mother and the cashier.

Tsubakiya is a small, family-run bakery.

The store was facing the boulevard of Scalar District. This road in the eastern part of the city of Zerneau runs north-south from the trade port and the Gulyage district of the industrial zone to the Jelizo district in the north, where the fishing port is located.

Scalar District is a commercial district between the two districts. There are a lot of people in the street. It's nice to have guests. Without luxury, it would have been enough and profitable for five members of the family to live in.

My two sisters are still in elementary and middle school, and my oldest son, Leno, just left high school last year.

Now in training to succeed the store.

Every day, wrapped in a fragrant smell, pinch the dough, shaped and cooked in a stone cauldron.

I had been helping from a young age, but when it came to full-time training, my father got tough.

Don't burn, don't let it burn raw, don't let it get food poisoned, work in a small store with all this detail.

I started full-time training, almost a year. More work has been entrusted to me these days.

Stand at the cashier and look around the store the customer pulled.

"Oops."

On a shelf near the entrance, one price tag was down. Leave the counter and raise the price tag.

I heard screams from the outside.

My hand stops at surprise.

There are even louder screams.

Leno only looked out of the dreaded store and looked around.

The people on the road stop, look south and rush in the opposite direction.

The people of the lake jumped somewhere in the [leap], and some ran south against the stream.

Leno's dark brown hair is stirred by the wind.

... burning smell...?

It also smells like gasoline.

"A car accident?

People run away from the south. Behind it, the black smoke was rising. That comes closer and closer.

An explosion that echoes in the belly.

The windowsill shivered billibly.

"What the fuck?

The upstairs window opens and my parents ride themselves out and look out.

Black smoke. Screaming. Explosion sound. Vibration. Anger.

Reno found a childhood tame dressed in work in a group fleeing the street.

"Hey! Cruello, what happened?

When Leno, the bakery, screamed, employee Cruillo rushed over and screamed.

"Terrorism! Hurry up!"

"Terrorism? Not fire?

"With the bomb! Fire bottles and! Run! Gun! Terro!"

He can't seem to turn his thoughts around because of fear, and one older Cruillo youth, just hard to line up the words, gets no guidelines.

"Come on, come on!

"Ah! Hey, hey, hey? Dad! Mom!

My arm was pulled by a childhood tame in a blue snail and I rolled out onto the street.

Look up at home and store.

The windows are deserted. My parents ran down the stairs and were in the store.

My mother collected the cash register's money in a cloth bag, and my father had transferred the bread from the tray to a large plastic bag for disposal at once.

Leno gets his wrist grabbed by Cruello and runs off to be dragged halfway.

"Dad! Mother!"

"I'll be there in a minute! Wait in the steel park!

My father yells back at me and runs forward.

At the edge of my vision, I caught my mother jumping out of the store.

Four lane roads running north and south increase speed with cars fleeing north ignoring signals. Opposite lanes were also filled by lanes fleeing north against the signs.

Neither Steel Park nor the elementary and secondary schools attended by my sisters are west of the driveway...... on the hill.

Police cars and fire truck sirens approached.

The westerly road up the hill is also filled with lanes and runaways. They say the emergency vehicle is in the way of the evacuation car and is not close to the scene. The sirens stay away from each other.

Leno and Cruillo were swallowed up by the crowd running down the sidewalk and completely lost sight of the bakery couple.

To the east of the neighborhood is Lake Lacus.

Whatever the people of the lake, the powerless land people fled to you, but at the end of the day, they become the bait of demons.

If the people of the lake were aboard the ship, they would get rid of the demons, but in this situation, how magical an unusable foothold can you help?

If you are refused boarding by the lake, there is no escape.

Then I still had better hope to escape on my own feet. However, the train heading north is uninterrupted and cannot cross west on foot.

Residents, to the best of their ability, had no choice but to run north.

There is a scream in the explosion.

The wind has changed direction. Caught in black smoke, people cough hard.

People overflow from the building and sidewalk congestion increases as you go north. In a crowd that couldn't move, people desperately headed north.

Leno was at some point out of line with Cruello as well. Parents, of course (of course), can't see.

Look around in a dull crowd. Not a single face I saw.

View driveway signs. On the information board on the east-west road up the hill, I learned that it was flushed to the neighboring district of Jerriezo.

I have been to the Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital to deliver bread. The steel park in front of it was well known to the whole family.

I want to cross west, but the lanes are uninterrupted and the walking flow remains a one-way street to the north.

The screams you hear from behind you are getting louder and louder.

Leno looked east in the crowd, who also lost his physical movement.