It's all one flower.

Captain Solniak, who reticed, raised his face.

"There are many miscellaneous demons in this weather. There's a [exorcism], Roark. Will you go with the morph you volunteered for?

"Yes!

The boy soldier Morph responded well and Roark nodded silently.

"You have a watch, don't you?

"Yes."

"Then you'll be back in fifteen minutes. Even hours ago, when it rains, go back."

"Okay."

"Roger that!

Roark checked the watch on his left hand. I got a crack in the glass, but the needle still works.

"And then, don't go into the building"

"Why the suss?

"There are many miscellaneous demons. Besides, it could collapse all of a sudden. Don't ever go in there because it's dangerous."

Captain Solgnac gives the two boys a tough look of attention.

The two were mysteriously nodding.

"Let's not look for the keys until they're back. You can't make this place too easy."

The captain said to the remaining faces.

"If it rains, we can work on it anyway. You don't have to."

The wizard's employee, Cruillo, also advises.

"If it rains, don't rain around it, hurry back here. Because even when wet, I can magically dry it right away, and my body can do it."

"Yes. Okay, I'm coming."

The two of them understood that too and left the broadcaster.

Roark and Juvenile Soldier Morph first went next to the right of the broadcaster.

The building directly hit by the bomb collapses completely, and a pale miscellaneous demon seeps out of the rubble gap like a dirty mist.

As Roark approached, the cloudy fog escaped.

"The aim is to make it a razor, so you can make it reinforced, right?

Roark hung his hand on a reinforcement sticking out of the rubble.

I'm not even scared.

Grip hard with both hands and pull as hard as you can.

... Not at all.

I turned around while getting my disturbed breath in order. Juvenile soldier Morph stands on the sidewalk and looks out over the destroyed gray city.

... I could use a little help... ahh!

Roark glanced back at hand, breathtaking. The tip of the reinforcement was stabbed in a concrete mass. Give up and let go of your hand and stand next to the boy soldier.

... Was iron pipe a trick to say that?

Possible iron pipes would be construction sites, etc. I think I can procure the scaffolding if I break it. Rourke looked at the pile of ruins and debris and referred to the map of memories.

... that? What is this place?

Until just a week ago, it's a road I've traveled all the time. You should know (well), but I can't even remember what was next to the broadcaster.

Think further as you walk about Morph.

A week ago, I can't remember where there was construction.

Before the construction site, I remember going through it many times. I had no idea where and when that was.

I have casually overlooked it, not particularly aware of it as the usual landscape.

Even if it looks like visual information, if you don't look consciously, it's no different than if you didn't.

Realizing that it was so obvious, Roark was stunned.

A boy soldier crawls his gaze into a pile of rubble as he walks.

Roark observed the boy soldier Morph's hindsight again.

Much shorter than the high school student Roark, just like or a little lower than the girls middle school pinatifida.

Age unknown. Sometimes he gives an adult look, but his face, as the old soldier Medvege calls it, is young. Is it malnutrition, rough skin, and dry hair the same color as the earth?

It would be the gift of training (occasionally) that the movement is agile.

Roark recalled what the Hidden Believers gathering at home had told him about the Autonomous Community.

… this is the one who was born in the Autonomous Community and didn't know outside…?

A boy soldier finds something and steps into a pile of rubble.

Roark followed in a hurry. Misty demons as thin as fog avoid [exorcising] and pave the way for both of them.

When I glanced at the watch, it was long enough.

A boy soldier Morph pulls out a thin metal pipe. It's a copper tube with a little bit of green and blue floating and spotted.

"Plumbing. I'll dig, you keep it."

"What? It's quicker for both of us to look, huh? Why don't we just throw the pipe on the road and pick it up later?

"... well. Okay, I will."

Morph snorted reluctantly about what he didn't like.

Roark also pulls the plumbing out of the rubble, throws it onto the sidewalk and thinks.

... What if I was in the same situation...?

In the first place, would it have survived to this year?

Considering my grandfather and my parents cowardly, I have lived sweet, muddy and protected by their asylum (straw).

In the appearance of the adults around me, I could not believe the teachings of Saint Kirkulus.

I did not say anything to anyone in order not to give rise to excess whilst I looked down on them at the bottom of my belly that were false in faith.

The Hidden Kirkurs continued to have a superficial relationship with only the upper side.

My relationship with children my age, pushed by my parents, was also annoying (wobbly) about the connection of faith, but in front of my family, I was in tune.

My friends at school didn't tell my parents.

"Don't hang out with a wizard."

I was afraid they would tear us apart with such a word.

...... Viyunok, Chertpolov, Chis.

When a friend's face comes to mind, it disappears.

Even though we got along in middle school and went to separate high schools, we got together well on holidays.

I thought we were close.

He was supposed to be a dear friend.

The boy soldier with the eyes worked silently.

Roark also pulls the plumbing protruding from the rubble gap.

Under the sky, which is still about to descend, a little silly and dirty fog surrounds them. It is thanks to the [exorcism] talisman in Roark's nostalgia that he keeps a certain distance and stays away from it.

"I want to be an artisan in the future. He's the one who made it in practice, but can you get it?

Viyunok, who went to Scalar High School, said so and gave it to me for Roark's birthday.

In the meantime the fat finger was surprisingly clever and surprisingly engraved a strange figure into the crystal about the tip of his thumb.

"What? Huh? Are you sure? Such an awesome..."

[Crystal of Magic]. The bag you put it in is a [exorcism] talisman.

If you buy it, the first salary of the graduate will blow lightly.

The intention was bigger, saying it was going to be a hassle when parents found it, than reluctance to get such expensive stuff.

Viyunok was studying the art of [ed. (ah) Reed Cut (Yoshikiri)] Faculty.

"When you graduate, you become an apprentice to the craftsman and create a handy magic tool for even the powerless people."

He can't use magic on his own because he has magic but no action. [Crystal] It can be filled with magic, etc., but it is the same as a powerless people in that art cannot be used without spells and tools.

The talisman and [Crystal of Magic] that Viyunok gave me are awkward for amateurs. But this little talisman gave me a good hold on ten lives.

... I knew it, why didn't you... tell me...

I don't know how many times it will be now.

Bitter regrets compress the chest and push out the sigh. The trembling breath became a small cloud, flowing into the wind and disappearing.

Pretend to wipe the sweat and soak the seeping tears in the sleeves of your coat.

"Time. Let's go home."

Speak to Boy Soldier Morph and pick up the sidewalk pipe.

Five pipes of affordable length were taken. Roark held three bottles and hurried to the broadcaster.