It's all one flower.

As predicted by the pharmacist Awellana, the winter storm left before dawn and after noon the blue sky peered from the clouds.

Four men, Cruillo, Rourke, Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph, turn behind the broadcaster with a copper tube in their hands.

Leno's brothers and sisters at the bakery bake the bread and cookies they planted yesterday in the meantime.

The abandoned car blocking the exit of the underground parking lot was there, as always.

Rainwater accumulates in the hole of the asphalt worn by the bombing, and thin ice tends to hang in the cloudy water accumulation.

"Water..."

Roark shrugged in a dark voice. Rain is also accumulating on the ceiling of the turned car.

Cruillo chanted [manicured water] to drain and stopped.

"Hey, Mr. Awellana, I'll get you."

"What is it, Maz?

Roark quickly compares Cruello to the abandoned car and makes a crying voice.

Cruillo waved as he stood the pipe in the abandoned car.

"Oh, no, that's not what I'm saying. I was wondering if Mr. Awellana could magically help me with this water."

Same [water], but my magic power doesn't make the people of the lake as powerful as the pharmacists.

Cruillo was painfully reminded when he hung a bridge of water on the canal.

"Oh, if that's what you say, I'll go."

Roark ran away with a copper tube.

Add the pharmacist Awellana and move the scrap car at Medvege's direction.

"The bastards are lined up sideways. Tilt the pipe over there. Sister, push upstairs to defeat me."

"Okay."

Awellana chants [dried water] and drains water from the scrap car. It was also recovered from the surrounding water buildup to make about a cup of water mass for the tub.

Medvege bites copper pipe under scrap. The other three copied it.

"Ready? So hang your weight on the end of the pipe.... Eww!

A burnt scrap car floated and leaned at the same time as Medvege's hanging. The water mass hits the scrap car with momentum.

There is no more resistance from Cruillo at hand, and the momentum is overwhelming. I put my strength on my feet and managed to stay on my feet.

A heavy noise echoed in his belly, and the abandoned car fell to the other side.

Medvege smiles at Kaishin.

"Ohh! We're going at this rate!

The same thing was repeated four times and the abandoned car was dropped off at the edge of the parking lot.

Iron scraps without tyres are heavy anyway, and all five breathe on their shoulders.

"Okay. Now I can get it out. Thank you. I'll go find the keys."

"Thank you. Mr. Awellana and Roark, you need to rest."

Cruillo spoke as he chased Medvege to the guard room just now. Boy soldier Morph runs next to the old man already.

Awellana, weary face, when she released the water, took her with Roark to the front door.

It also rained in the guard room and the floor was flooded.

"Hey, old man. What shape is the key to the truck?

When Juvenile Soldier Morph heard, Medvege scratched his head.

"What. I don't know. So you followed me. I can't help it. Well, car keys are roughly as long as your fingers, and they're shaped very badly."

"What's a tricky shape?

"Uh... uh... I can see that"

"I don't know, but I don't even know what to look at."

Listening to the two intercessions, Cruillo stared around the guard room.

The floor is free of glass, mortar fragments, the contents of a smashed desk and other foot stomping grounds. There were round marks on the white wall in the front, and the clock that fell was cracked.

Metal door with "Switchboard" in the back corner. Also by the entrance, about half of those metal doors. This one has a tape that says "Operation Management".

... This it?

Cruello pulled a grip.