It's all one flower.

In the park, the rest of us made a place to rest tonight.

Set up a tongue plate on the slide and hold it down with debris. In the vicinity, there was a simple rubble lined up.

Confirm the recovered items.

The contents of the cardboard box are cans and batteries, paper dishes, paper cups and disposable plastic spoons.

There are a dozen pieces of water in a case containing five hundred milliliters.

Three sets of batteries in two sets. Size for mobile radios.

Insulated sheets as well as hemp bags and cardboard help prevent cold.

I also use the stuff I took out of the basement to get the bedding done.

The silver insulated seat was the size that allowed each adult to lie down when spread out. There are four of them. It's for my grandfather and my parents, Roark.

Take out the contents of the cardboard box and refill it into a hemp bag.

"Canned, thirty..."

Medvege shrugged.

Reno looks around and suggests to everyone.

"First, take the cans and paper dishes one at a time. So, anyone with a bag or something can get in there."

"Don't leave twenty."

When Cruillo the Hand said, Reno the Hand continued with a nod as well.

"There are just five hemp bags, so why don't we split up the four cans and the paper dishes and the batteries?

"I see. Tomorrow morning, when you travel, fold in the cardboard and it'll be easy to carry."

When Cruillo nodded, the captain also agreed.

"Risk and weight should be as dispersed as possible"

The children inclined their necks to Captain Solniak's words.

"Making one have it all is heavy and hard to carry. You know that, right?

As the children nodded, the captain softened his expression, but immediately tightened and continued.

"What if, if it goes off, we'll all be in trouble? It's hard for people to get away with it."

Roark first noticed when he said so.

It's a situation where you don't know who's going to be what.

"I wish I could split them into three pieces each, but this can is big and heavy, so it wouldn't be possible for a little one, would it?

All canning types are the same. It's a vegetable soup for two. There are many ingredients given their nutritional value. A can weighs 600 grams.

"Risk and weight... but I can't help but have a battery, so why don't you have Roark have it all?

Cruillo said, looking at Roark and the captain.

"Yes, as long as this is the case"

Roark handed his memories.

Water, cans and batteries were the only things I would replace every year in the big cleaning.

Items with no expiration date or long items remain in boxes for years.

Cassette stove, cylinder, flashlight, radio, candle, match, lighter. The other stuff is in a cardboard that says the Miscellaneous Demon was sitting on.

It would be useful, but it is not something I would go for until I put my life on the line.

... I came with the door open, and if anyone else finds me, I'll have that person use it.

Roark believed it would help someone and decided to keep the matter quiet.

By the time I finished dispensing, the wind was getting cold.

"Well, fish, you're going to get it."

"Are you all right? If you're tired, you can't..."

"It's okay. 'Cause I could take a break."

To Medvege, the pharmacist Awellana smiles back.

It's about five minutes from the park to the canal.

As an escort and luggage holder, Roark with a land survey, Captain Solgnac and Reno follow him. The [light] that Cruello dotted on the pebble was held by Roark.

Not a single body is visible because of the time that has passed since the air raid.

In this situation, it is likely that humans did not collect it for their condolences, but were used as bait for demons.

And if you're guessing, the demon only got stronger for eating the body. Some things may have been warcrafted by gaining entities.

It's a shame we haven't run into each other in the last few days.

I'm curious about what the Morphs saw last night, but if they didn't attack me, you won't have to worry too much. There's a pile of other things to worry about.

As the three guard against demons and thugs, Awellana captures fish in the art of the [Fishing (Su, etc.) Galaxy Bird (Pelican)] school.

Is it still bright for the demons to come out, and I'm safely done fishing for dinner.

When the Roarks returned, the answering machine was working on something.

"Wow. Good luck. Give me a break."

Medvege waves to welcome him.

Captain Solniak looks at the work and says:

"Do you burn with charcoal"

"Yep. It would be easier for a wizard to burn."

Remaining men crack the remaining standing trees burned with pointy debris. The girls picked up the charcoal and carried it to Kamadu. The fire is already burning red. He's in the process of collecting extra minutes.

"My hands are a little dirty, but it's cold."

Are you happy with the plumage of the fire, Medvege is in a good mood.

"Hmm... without gold nets and foil, the fish will have charcoal and coal on them,"

The boy soldier Morph reacted to Awellana's whining.

"Sakana, what the fuck?

"What? Yeah, well, that makes it a little bitter. Some people like that..."

"Well, I'll make another one, so you can cook it over there."

Morph said but quickly or ran away without waiting for a reply.

"You really like grilled fish."

Medvege laughed bitterly and went back to his work.

Roark also put his luggage next to the slide and followed the boy soldier to help build the jar.