It's all one flower.

"You can see the flowers, but it's time to gymnaze and relax."

In that voice, Roark saw Medvege as he had woken from his dreams.

Juvenile soldier Morph asks the driver.

"Gymnastics is such a tiresome trick when you're on vacation.

"Relax your body, you'll sleep better, and it'll be easier to do your job tomorrow."

"Are you serious?

"Well, think you've been fooled, try it again."

That's what the driver Medvege said, taking a distance from everyone. Open your feet about shoulder-width apart and bend your elbows to the side to touch your shoulders with your fingertips.

"Here's the thing at first. Here's the thing."

Reach that hand straight up. Lower your extended arms and put your fingertips on your shoulders again. Lower your arms to the side of your body and take a careful position.

"It's like a national health manipulation. If you do this, you'll feel better."

"Oh, yeah?

"That's right. Proof of this is that I'm fine. Try the kid too."

Juvenile soldier Morph is half-hearted and inexorably imitates Medvege's movements.

"Amana, Pina, Tis, let us know too"

Wizard employee Cruillo says in a bright voice and the girls nod vigorously.

Pinatifida reluctantly asked.

"Mr. Medvege, can we be taught, too?

"Whoa. That's good. That's good. Let's all do it."

That's what they said, and Roark decided to hang out with him, too. imitate Medvege's movements.

The last time I did "gymnastics" was the day before the attack on the Star Road Prostitute Army. It was a high school gym class.

That was just a prep movement, I don't think it had a name. Physical education classes are soggy, and Roark remembers the movements of the preparatory exercise. Every time I watched the teacher move, I was moving my body compulsorily a beat late.

My body is warming up gradually and Roark is getting more and more serious.

Medvege demonstrates the sample as he delightfully explains it. The Lacrimaris Auserrattle and his servants also said they "know" in nostalgia.

Even when the country is dismantled, the same "gymnastics" remains in every individual's memory.

It was a good memory, so I guess I can move vibrantly with such a nice smile.

... yet you're falling apart now.

Haven't Artel had to go out of his way to divide the country between the horns and the nemoralis and lacrimalis of the same Fraxinus?

... Oh, but do you have a Kingslayer and a Kingslayer? That stinks.

Republic and Kingdom. Besides, the majority of the people on land have faith in the Lord God, and the people of the lake have faith in the Goddess of the lake. Even the same Fraxinus have different sects.

The country was divided because it was not compatible.

It can also be said that this happened because each had a clear faith, ideology and creed.

... No, but what about Sturasi, the patron saint of Rock Mountain, or anyone who believes in a minor god?

Was there not a soul that was averse to strife, and had lost faith? With that in mind, continue gymnastics by imitating Medvege's movements.

The repetition of the same movement was three degrees at a time, all in simple motion, which was immediately remembered as soon as the flow was grasped.

For an hour or so, employee Cruello and needle Amiella are completely breathing up.

Roark and Farkill are also a little short of breath, but the other five were kelloggy.

"Oh, and practice, then, over. You want to do the real thing?"

"Production?"

When Medvege, completely a gymnastics teacher, declared with a refreshing smile, they all leaned their necks.

Medvege opened the carrier and also opened the side walls to call Cruillo.

"Brother, please"

"Oh, is that what you're saying"

Cruillo understood and jumped onto the carrier.

The generator's driving sound is followed by a sharp whistle and the light BGM of "National Health Gymnastics" echoes.

Nice song about a man's crisp hanging voice, whistle, and nori. Roark must have been tired, but if he matched the record, he could have moved easily. I even think it's fun.

Maybe I got caught up in Medvege's rampant face and movements.

... Nothing, you're a super good-looking guy.

I can't imagine the driver Medvege raiding the city of Zerneau as a terrorist.

The pharmacist (dull) fought me with a broken body to save Awellana and Roark. There is no overlap between the relentless appearance of throwing a life begging tyrant into a midwinter canal inhabited by demons and the present Medvege.

"Hey, I've been sweating a long time"

The gymnastics is over, slapping the boy soldier Morph on the shoulder and spreading a laugh.

It's usually a morph that seems to depress the driver's little bit, but today he was smiling back like a child with pleasure. Compared to right after we meet, the expression is much calmer.

Since I came to this mansion, it has become even easier to understand.

I can sleep without feeling twitchy and without being threatened by anyone on a warm bed every night.

The boy soldier Morph didn't know what he took for granted until the day before the attack.

... That's all that changes me so much.

If that had been given from the beginning, Morph would not have had to become a terrorist.

If the fire that struck the Ristover Autonomous Region was retaliation for abandonment by the citizens of Zerneau, it would not have happened either. Morph would have had to lose his family and a place to go home.

"Brother, can I get a record for the weather forecast?

"Just once."

Amana screws me and Cruillo goes back to the carrier. Pinatifida told no one.

"Because if you haven't sung for a long time, you're going to forget"

... That's right. You'll never be able to live muddy in this mansion.

On the contrary, the Kingdom of Lacrimalis is a magical civilized country near two wheels that favours the people of a powerful land. Faith was a country that was difficult to live in, for a people with no horns and no power. Farkill was born and raised in this country, so he has no choice but to do otherwise.

After sending Farkill to the city of Grom, cross to Nemoralis Island.

This is only a crossing point.

From about this city of Dossici, I couldn't afford to sing at all, but the girls remembered the lyrics properly. Sing your own bakery CM song lazily according to the weather forecast BGM.

The girls continued to sing without rest, also to accompany the performance of a single instrument.

What the Roarks wrote and remembered perfectly over and over again was the original lyrics "Find This Big Sky".

I can't sing with you because I don't remember the bakery lyrics. Roark overlaid the lyrics of "Find This Big Sky" in his heart and sang them without speaking to his voice.

Physical education, music, and classes that didn't seem to have anything to do with college entrance exams, were soggy and irrelevant.

Not now.

I learned that gymnastics and music can unite people's minds across times, borders, faiths and races.

...... I want to sing with everyone.

It springs from the bottom of my heart. I've never felt this way before.

The A-side ends and Cruillo enters the attendant's room on the carrier.

"Can I sing too? Weather forecast song......"

"Yeah!"

"Let's all sing"

"Oh, no."

When Roark listened thoughtfully, the girls glistened their eyes and understood, and Medvege looked around at everyone.

"Let your brother sing with you"

"Hmm? Ooh."

Cruillo, who got off the carrier with the prelude, hurriedly lines up next to Amana.

Everyone knows the melody very well. I also remembered the lyrics.

"There's a light coming from the other side over you pouring

The power of life overflowing in the rings of a day that illuminates everything that lives... "

A soprano and alto that passes well by the girl, a powerful tenor for the young, a bus that echoes in the belly of Medvege. The nine voices that sing aloud and the singer's soprano flowing from the record melt, becoming one sound and ascending to the sunny spring sky.

"... Rainbow umbrella flowers, rainbow bridges, sky clear to rainbow seven"

As soon as I sang up the last bar, many applause happened from behind. Turning to his surprise, he praises about ten other servants besides the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and manager Leno, Captain Solgnac.

"Guys, how long have you been here...?

Pinatifida turns red. Manager Leno smiled bitterly.

"I'm on my way. One more time, from the beginning, okay?

"Uh... but..."

Pinatifida sinks. I guess you care about the rest of the fuel.

"Mr. Auserratl is working on a contract. Sign the paperwork you wrote and you're done."

"We still have time."

When Captain Solgnac and the pharmacist Awellana said, he was accompanied by one of the servants.

"If you need fuel, I'll give it to you personally."

"Is that okay?

Leno Store Manager and Pinatifida ask at the same time. Roark was surprised, too.

"It's the price for a beautiful song. If you lend me your space, I'll drop by the gas station tomorrow at your service."

Some light oil polytanks were emptied. The manager and the employee talk to each other in a low voice and ask for just one thing without daring to take it.

Cruillo returned the record needle and the mobile distributor Praether Missa turned to the servants of the mansion.

"Okay, let's go."

An employee drops a needle on the record and hurries off the carrier.

"Downpouring over you.

There's light coming from the other side.

The power of life overflowing in the rings of a day that shines all over life.

I recognized the Ethereal Dome, and I looked into the sky with these eyes and predicted it.

The sky, the wind, the moon, the blue.

If you whisper, the clouds will flow... "

Under the almond flowers, the twelve singing sounded in the garden.