It's all one flower.

Since entering the Forest of Resalube, he had acted divided into units previously decided upon. Roark is Captain Solniak's unit.

Sometimes, I pinch the break and lick the salt, containing a bite of water and let it slowly tuck inside my tongue or cheek before drinking it down.

Roark, a high school student, has also grown mostly used to walking training in full gear. In the past few days, he had left the ruins of the city of North Zakart in the morning to collect materials in the forest of Lesalub, which extends east, and to procure lunch locally as well.

By the time the sun tilts, return to the ruin stronghold, take care of the gun, and the day's training is over.

Captain Solniak explained to everyone how to shoot a gun, but he hadn't actually trained to shoot yet to save ammunition. With the bullet unplugged, I just practiced how to remove the safety device over and over again.

... before shooting training. I guess I can't do a lot of things.

Roark looked at his arm, completely tanned.

Prior to the war, he was only slightly trained in daily luggage carrying, debris removal, grass ing, field work, and material collection. Now it's even more successful with full combat training.

It's a completely unimaginable change since I went to commercial high school as my parents told me and somehow spent my days.

Until the end of January, I was blurred to think that I would wear a book attachment, go to a college economics department or management department, and after graduation I would also get a job at a trading or trading company.

Spring has passed since winter, and now it's still summer. Not a year has passed since then.

... but me, can we really fight?

"I don't know what kind of medicine it is, but the pharmacist picked it too."

The magic warrior of the people of the lake, Journitol, told me as he walked between the trees that "the leaves and the roots would be the pills".

Before the war, he was with his mustache old man, Perlittle, on the precautionary stick of a medic picking materials in this forest. I have never officially studied medicine, but watched the pharmacist pick it, so I say I know a little. In fact, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana was happy to bring home the herbs chosen by the Journitols.

A herd of herbs blossomed full of small flowers and it looked like a bouquet of purple flowers had been placed at the root of the tree, and Roark somehow, associating himself with the scene of the accident. Pull out the medicinal herbs from root to root, gently soil them and place them in a cloth bag.

Suddenly, he grabbed the hand he reached for the next herb.

Soon as I recognize what's going on, I'm dragged down behind me. Shots fired as he tried to wake up, and Roark shrunk unexpectedly.

Continuous light gunfire.

By the time he understood it was the sound of an automatic small gun firing, it also stopped, and Roark was woken up to help by a powerless people guerrilla who ran over.

"Oh, come on, captain. Oh, suddenly what?

A guerrilla of a powerless people threw an inquiry at Captain Solgnac, who had suddenly fired. A herd of medicinal herbs is shot through, smelling of nitrous smoke and blue-smelling grass around, and a annoying blood odor. It was a shooting herd, and something was moving.

Running over, Journitle pulls out his own knife stamped with powerful words.

"A warcraft. Poisonous."

The guerrillas that had gathered retreated in unison to the short warning issued by the magical warriors of the people of the lake. Only Captain Solgnark puts a muzzle at the root of the tree and remains in support of Journitle.

Roark was stretched all over his body and couldn't even escape.

A magic warrior, Journitol, casts some spell and sticks a knife in the herb herd. Things that were moving hard even after being shot with an automatic small gun stopped working with that blow.

Journitle stabbed Todome, grabbing it and dragging it out.

He was a poisonous lizard with a yellow speckle pattern on the purple land. Blood flows through a hole called a shot through hole. The enlarged fingers had hook claws the same size as the head that fell between the herbs. Just a trunk with its neck chopped off, about the size of a litre of milk pack, and the bloody tail Journitle grabbed is about three times as long.

Rather than being a warcraft, Roark has never seen such a big man, even a regular lizard.

"You're a colorful lizard. It's a flashy color, but it looks like this flower at this time of year, so watch it."

The voice of the magical warrior of the people of the lake, Journitle, was gentle, but Roark was stiff to fear, and instead of responding, he could not even snort.

Hearing gunshots, Oriole's squad has gathered.

"Captain, what is it now?

"A warcraft. They're poisonous."

The boy soldier Morph breathed when he saw the tip of Captain Solniak pointing his finger. The captain sighs.

"At this size, somewhat enough to make you eat lead bullets, you can't stop it."

"If it's a silver bullet, I'd be a little more handsome."

To put it aside, the enemy was not a warcraft, and Oriole looked around at everyone.

Magic warrior Perlittle looks to Roark as he strokes his beard.

"Brother, are you okay?

Roark is completely unresponsive to gentle inquiries.

Par Little smiled bitterly and removed a bottle of freshly picked vanilla from the cloth bag. Rub the leaves with your fingers and apply juice under Roark's nose. A vibrant scent fell out of his nose into his brain and his consciousness and senses regained their connection as his eyes woke up all at once.

My whole body is shaking.

Roark finally realized his condition. I'm sure they're all worried because their complexions are bright blue. I can swallow my teeth of tears seeping into pity.

Journitol, the people of the lake, asked him what he would do to Captain Solgnac and Oriol, bleeding out the warcraft with his surgery. Immediately the consultation comes together and Oriol declares to everyone.

"From here, Lesalube Old Road is close. Let's go out on the road and blackburn him and continue collecting."

The two squads meet and march among the trees.

Captain Solgnark and Perlittle, a bearded magic warrior with a land prospect, led the way, and Roark was held by a boy soldier morph and followed everyone.