It's all one flower.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana woke up, but the situation didn't swallow and blurred around.

All around you are strangers. Beyond that, the flames burn like walls.

I realized I was lying in an asphalt.

Asphalt burns well.

I remember what I heard during the civil war and jumped up.

"Oh, uh, are you okay?

The boy who lent me [the crystal of magic] cares about Awellana. I finally remembered the situation and couldn't help but make a smile and answer.

"Thanks to you, it's better. Thank you."

The place was wrapped up in relief.

With a pharmacist, that's all you get. An eye full of people's expectations pours into the Awellana of the people of the lake.

"... I'm tempted to continue my treatment, but I don't have any medication material here, so nothing more... sorry"

In addition to the bakery man, there are several fractured patients, including an unconscious weight and a standing boy.

Awellana checked the situation again and apologized with a voice that seemed to disappear into sorrow.

"No, no, no! Don't apologize."

"Because I'm helping too much!

Blue Tsunagi employees and a bakery youth said orally.

"If the glass remains stabbed, more lives have been lost. Thank you for your cooperation."

The wizard cop who was resting also told me that Awellana was a little relieved.

During half a century of civil unrest, countless families of the dead and wounded were packed (naked), even in situations where there were no medicinal materials and the pharmacists (dull) could not save their lives.

I just have to watch my body die without the technique of Cheng.

There was nothing they could do, and they scattered their frustrations and sorrows among the young pharmacists.

Awellana also learned the art of [blue wings] and [flying fowls] without wanting to be scolded.

The technique of healing without medication is difficult to control magic. If you fail, the surgery will take the patient's life. Advanced technology was needed and the young Awellana was only able to repair the initial technique.

Even healing to the extent of my apologies made the wind feel pretty good.

Even if I survived here, Awellana was also heavily concerned when I thought those days would be repeated.

It's only been three days since the first terrorist attack.

Peaceful days up to four days ago felt like a long time ago.

... the sky is still bright... you haven't rested that much.

I recovered a little, but I still can't use [jump] or other major techniques.

No further treatment is likely to be technically feasible.

It seemed better to get ready for [simplified junction] within the bright.

If you're on dirt ground, you can draw a line with a broken bar to create a boundary, but not with asphalt. We needed a long string to surround this number.

"Um, I think it's time to start getting ready for the junction, but doesn't anyone have something like a string or a rope?

People just shake their necks to the side to inquire about the pharmacist.

Awellana remembered that there was a portable sewing tool in the bag.

There was a paper roll buttoned thread, but it was only about a third more, and after all, it wasn't enough.

"Hey, the more you solve that muffler, the better, right?

"... no"

"Why not? Send it over."

"If I fuck you up, dude!

Awellana raised her face and looked at her voice.

One of the boys' middle school students pulls a female middle school muffler.

A long, fluffy knitted muffler with sunflower (sunflower) thick yarn.

Girls middle school students resist boys by grabbing the muffler with both hands. Other secondary school girls joined the ranks.

"Hey, stop it."

"He said he'd be strangled!

"Then you can just let it go!

Each joins the same sex, and a group of junior high students breaks into two.

"If you yadda! This is your mother's hand knitting!

"What's wrong with that? Just drop by!

"This, maybe, already, shapes..."

There was zero (spilled) tears in the eyes of the girl who had spoken so much. Once overflowing tears don't stop like they cut a weir.

The girls who tried to comfort them also stuffed their voices in the cry they received, leaning against each other and beginning to weep.

Adults turn a critical eye to the boys.

"What the fuck! You need it to tie the line!

One of the boys argues.

A policeman shook his head to the side.

"That doesn't make sense to say that you can take away personal valuables. The heart that says so calls the Miscellaneous Demon"

"Because...!

The employee says that the boy who tries to recruit is blocked.

"If you dampen the newspaper and twist (screw) and twist (twist), it becomes like a rope. [Simple junction] until tomorrow morning, I just need to be able to distinguish between outside and inside, so that's enough."

"Then say so first!

A boy shouts a tall gold cut.

The employee did not respond and looked around and asked.

"Does anyone have a newspaper?

Several people pull some of the morning papers and an extra sheet out of their luggage and pockets. Not to read, but instead of fuel, futons, and cold clothes.

A wizard cop started about a bucket of water from the canal with surgery.

People with newspapers gather beside cops.

"One piece at a time, fold it around the longer side, make sure it's as long as possible, and wet it with water..."

The refugees follow the employee's description and fold and wet newspapers.

"So, inside one end, put the other end, twist"

Gradually, the newspaper syllabus became longer.

"Wait a minute!

One of the terrorists raised his voice.