It's all one flower.

And Pina's brother, who watched him shut up, spat one sigh.

"I'm this kid's brother. You're my sister's classmates, aren't you?

The group of boys and girls, bewildered by a sudden inquiry, took the lead.

Pina's brother continued by showing the wizard's staff sitting beside him with their palms.

"This is my best friend. He picked up his own sister and my sisters. We decided where to meet, so we could get back together even if we evacuated to pieces."

Morph was so convinced that Pina was the only family he had with him.

Is the mother missing because she didn't come to the rendezvous point, because she was caught in an earlier explosion, or because she died before that? I can't read from the look on Pina's face.

Pina's brother reinforced his tone a little.

"You followed my best friends on your own free will and asked my sisters to help you. I was separated from my family because of me."

The boy with a broken left arm nearly opened his mouth, but bit his lower lip without uttering a word.

The other boys and girls turned down or sideways trying to escape their brother's gaze.

"Just my sister, because things are different from yours, don't get upset or resent me."

Juvenile soldier Morph doesn't know the authenticity of his brother's words.

However, Pina has parents and siblings beside her, and she's not with her classmates. And I knew my classmates weren't comfortable with Pina.

"Without my sister, I would never have been able to help. Yet you slap the cocksucker in the pussy, and this is how you get rid of it, and with hatred and hostility, you stare at your benefactor's sister. Terrorists who burned the city... why don't you hit them with that grudge when there's real parental animosity in front of you? You resent my sister and bully Netinetins? Aren't you nuts?

"Brother, that's enough..."

My brother curled up all at once, wondering if he had accumulated more (or less) depression.

Pina called out waiting for her brother to cut the words.

That's not to stop my brother, it's to keep my classmates from answering.

From the mouth of my classmates, I guess I don't want to hear words of rebellion against myself.

Juvenile soldier Morph compared Pina's family to a chunk of his classmates.

The boy with the broken left arm still stands, but where did his attitude go until earlier, he won't talk in silence. Turn a hateful eye to Pina's family silently.

The girls punch each other in the fucking ear and turn a flickering gaze at Pina.

The boys looked at their brothers and sisters with disdain when they said, "I am grateful."

Pina's family is quiet.

My father is unconscious, my youngest sister, about ten years old, is tired of crying and sleeps in my brother's arms.

Pina lays her eyes down and only her brother stares at the group of classmates.

... Is Cotto a star? Fuck it. It's them.

"Can't we freak out and do anything about the murderer, but can we hit eight in a group of people for the benefactor of a seemingly infirm life? You guys are just scumbags."

"To the terrorist scum......! Because you guys are gonna be so cocky!

To the morph who scorned, the boy who stood still cried out with a voice to be plundered.

"You guys had to make an extra cot, it wouldn't have been this cot!

"We were all close, staying friends, we could graduate!

"Yes, they do! It's all your fault!

The boys add up to their mouths, but not a single one stands up.

The girls looked distracted.

"Corner, I survived. Now is not the time to contend. Wouldn't you?

An elderly policeman entered the arbitration with a voice that often goes through.

Nobody says anything.

... but I can live till tomorrow morning.

Nor did the boy soldier Morph put it in his mouth just because he thought.

Friendly or not, only today.

If you do, death will come so soon.

The fire is fading to see if the fuel from the bomb is burning out.

Ashes rise and blow up into the sky. The winter sky is covered with ash and black smoke, and even weak sunlight is darker.

The fire faded, but it burned on the face, not the width of being jumped over with one's own feet.

Only that there was no escape, it didn't change.

Fire brigades across the shore will pump up canal water and continue fire suppression activities. It looked the best just to extinguish the fire in the Seljevrou district.

"Is this a shift in responsibility over this period? Why don't we just admit our ugly deeds and at least say one of our apologies before we die?

The old soldier has a tough eye and sees a group of boys and girls.

There is no objection, but there is no apology for Pina.

"Ah... Um..."

Pina turned to the old soldier. Thin voices tremble.

"Thank you for your attention. But I can't help blaming someone anymore, and it's okay... it's okay..."

My voice grew smaller, and at the end I trembled in tears, speechless.