It's all one flower.

... Is this the guy called "Tasteful Mon"?

The boy soldier thought blurry, shaking his bones, still comfortable as if he was dreaming.

Rewrap the fish bones and shake the greasy fingers.

The bottom of my stomach accumulated and I felt more than merely satisfied my hunger.

Nobody opens their mouths to see if the adults will soak up the aftertaste of "savory mon" either.

Morph followed the flavor left in his mouth with his tongue. Carve into your heart the flavor that gradually fades away.

... Tasty Mon... This is Tasty Mon... Toss it at us and send it over. Cotto is a cotto for them, not a mon.

I remember what the former truck driver told me earlier.

"Boy, do you have any dreams about eating a delicious mon?"

Unexpectedly, a delicious product I had never dreamed of and could not imagine was obtained.

I learned the taste of the delicious product.

... I'm feeding my sister and mother too.

I thought blurry, but I don't want to be able to go back to the Autonomous Community and reunite with the two of them anymore. Either they're executed or sent to the camp, one in two.

... I'm the only one who eats this delicious mon.

Morph attended that rally to make the Autonomous Community better.

At first, I feel like it was an activity that made life easier.

For example, on the day I blurted into work, I demolished a vacant house and built a planter out of waste materials, added soil brought from the Sheeney Green Space, and helped build a small vegetable garden.

Adults who gave instructions to Morph asked neighbors to store rainwater and explained that any vegetables grown by giving only rainwater could be eaten by anyone who cooperated in the discharge (Mizuya).

The attempt did not go well.

Because people were more devastated than participants in the rally thought.

Leaf vegetables were not grown, and fruits were lost in blue.

Later, no one dried, but the dried weeds withered away.

Weeds, too, were eaten without poison.

Still, only a small number of residents were saved that would be happy to "help because there was a place close to where the grass grew and we didn't have to go to the green space".

Even poisonous grass makes the summer heat a little more sumptuous there.

In Barack Street in the Autonomous Region, there was no such thing as unwanted supplies.

In parallel with its activities, it also began to procure and train weapons.

Both activities aim to improve the lives of the people of the Autonomous Communities.

Activities aimed at the people of the Autonomous Communities were guided mainly by those who knew outside the Autonomous Communities.

Captain Solniak is one of those leaders.

As a child...... a short time before the end of half a century of civil unrest, he lived in what is now the Zolata district. The house is a farmer and the captain also says he helped farm from an early age.

The flames of the civil war also ravaged rural areas and fields. Evacuate each time, plow and plant again. Apparently it was that repetition.

After the end of half a century of civil unrest, the captain's family moved to the autonomous community of Listver, letting go of the fields they had struggled to obtain.

Because I wanted a peaceful life.

As an agricultural engineer, he guided the development of the western part of the Autonomous Region, developing green spaces and liberating them to residents.

Year after year, the harvest of the fields increased but was not far enough to support the population of the Autonomous Communities.

The parents were held accountable and severely disputed by residents of the western Autonomous Region. He was even hung up on the suspicion that he was "monopolizing and hiding the harvest".

My parents opened the warehouse and made me try to prove my innocence, but people were not convinced.

Maybe there were just a lot of people for the eight hits.

If the aim was to justify myself by shifting responsibility to someone and cursing them, no matter how hard I tried to explain it, I couldn't possibly have gained understanding or satisfaction.

And one night.

My parents were killed and all the harvest was taken.

The captain and his younger brothers were let go by their mother, but their younger brothers were both caught and killed en route.

The only surviving captain was sixteen at that time.

He hid himself in the Barack Zone and began to work and live in a factory.

It was not until after the incident that vigilantes were organized in the western fields to shoot vegetable thieves without mercy.

"We don't have enough food, people get rough."

Morph finally figured out what the captain always meant like a cliche.

The star road prostitute, now imprisoned in the convoy, looks full. Maybe so will Morph.

Skinny rats are a treat, and many days it's not even there. Soy soup utensils are mostly weeds and vegetable chips that I'm not sure what they are.

Instead of expertise and technology, Morphs don't always have a job to do that doesn't even satisfy them with minimum reading and writing. If I had a job, some days I could eat bread and a decent variety of vegetables at the factory.

Plant-fed meals are just too crude to satisfy hunger.

Morphs, the "proper variety of vegetables" entering the mouths of junior day employees were often crude, numb or slightly withered.

The bread is full of hard, dry objects that are on the verge of growing mold.

Morph was born and raised in the Autonomous Community and doesn't know his life outside.

Older employees know how to live outside the Autonomous Communities.

When I stop by, I spill my stupidity that "it was better during the civil war".

Morph finally figured out what that foolishness meant.

At least if you know the magic of capturing fish, you won't have trouble eating them.

If only the wizard had eaten fish during the civil war, there would have been no such stupidity.

... hey, even during the civil war, the neighbors, whether magical or not, were helping each other?

Even now, we are protecting ourselves to "hang on to justice" for killing scattered wizards.

If released into the field, of course (of course), the Star Way Prostitute will use any means to procure weapons and fight again. But the wizards, too, will avenge their own bodies and friends, like those secretaries.

A cop laid the line last night and protected me from demons.

Nobody runs away because of that, too. And he threw such a delicious object without creation.

If the wizard's behavior is based on hatred, he may have eaten enough raw garbage. But what was given was a roasted fish.

... What do you call it?

At the rally of the Star Way Prostitute Army, he was taught that wizards were evil beings who used "evil (ah) shiki (purposefully)". Neither Morph himself, out of the situation in the Autonomous Community, doubted the wizard he had never met because he believed him to be evil.

... you want me to eat a good mon and miss your hand?

That, too, doesn't stick as a reason.

Without weapons, the wizard is much stronger.

The witch who sang there just now (relaxed) will also be able to stop Morph's breath roots easily if the unintentional blow fails.

In the first place, if you want to kill a captured star path prostitute, do nothing.

Tonight, if we unravel the magic of the convoy, the demons will be eating up in no time, and there will be nothing left later. I didn't know why I could handle such a tiny being until I bothered to feed it.

Even the cops said they didn't drink or eat.

The grilled fish would be the rest of what the cops were rationed.

Still, it is not immediately scratched in the current season.

It's like you should keep it and eat it later.

No matter how much Morph thought, he did not know why he would divide the still warm fish into star path prostitutes, Kirkrus of a powerless people.

"Captain, why did they give us such a nice monkey?

I asked thoughtfully.

The captain turns a little surprised at the boy soldier sitting next to him. I immediately answered with a loose expression.

"They're human, too."

Morph tried his captain's answers over and over again in his head.

I wasn't sure, but I wondered if I would overlap the questions and make him nod with a face like I figured out.

"You don't have to know now... if you're alive, you might find a day in it."

The captain smiled, saying as if he had seen through the mind of the boy soldier.