It's all one flower.

Juvenile soldier Morph had kept Captain Solgnac's absence and had been forced into tension. Boy soldier Morph is the only one who can teach you how to fight with a firearm.

Captain Solgnac and the militant guerrilla leader Georgiol, as well as two other magical warriors, went to the stronghold of Lanterna Island in an ops conference and were not present. The only remaining magic warrior is a blonde Ultr, and no other wizard can deal with him if he encounters demons or warcraft.

Besides, the guerrillas were tired of training.

For once, as usual, he followed me into the woods, but licked and hung the boy soldier morph of a powerless people, spilling grandeur and discontent.

"I already know how to use him."

"How long are you gonna let the hunters imitate you?

"I'm out of ammo."

"I didn't say a mess, and I wish I could just go crush the base"

"Those guys, they're barely hipsters."

That day, the guys who took Pina hostage laugh spirally. Magic Warrior Ultr didn't say anything to me about whether he was concentrating on warnings of demons and warcraft.

... but even if I say something, I don't have ears to listen to, except for the gun description.

Even when I left the base, I was dissatisfied, tart, and couldn't get my hips up. By the time Ultr urged him to do it and left, the sun was already tight and by the time he reached the woods he was wearing out more than usual.

It also stirs their discontent and makes them spill stupidity like, "Can you do it even though it's fucking hot?" If someone spoke of discontent, the mood was otherwise contagious and further amplified the discontent.

The guerrillas of a powerful people seem less dissatisfied for the better part of the heat with magical gear, but the expression is harsh.

Plus, the old lady Silva brought in four new recruits yesterday.

All, a powerful land people, but only the art of [spiritual dove] school can be used. Boy soldier Morph taught me how to handle a gun yesterday and this morning, but I still don't even remember how to hold it (a bump) and was complaining about the weight of the gun and bulletproof vest.

We also have to rethink the formation of the squad, but in the absence of Captain Solgnac and the Magic Warrior Oriole of Leadership, we cannot decide on that either.

Boy soldier Morph became annoyed by the guerrillas who changed his attitude, but pushed his emotions to death to continue his training.

... you only wore cats when Captain Solniak was there.

"Mr. Morph, is it time for lunch?

A high school student, Roark, retaken his assault rifle and reluctantly said.

... Guys, maybe it's less harsh and more frustrating.

"All units, stop! Take an hour off. The watch is for the two of us in the usual order, and the newcomers... Ah!

By decree of the Juvenile Soldier Morph, the militant guerrillas stopped, but did not ask Locke for instructions afterwards. Two people of the lake and three new arrivals join hands one powerless people at a time, scattered in the woods. He cast a spell while running small, and shortly after he stopped, the figure of the ten disappeared from among the trees. A different sweat from the heat erupts on Morph's forehead.

Magic Warrior Ultr struck his tongue.

"Those guys..."

But you don't know where you're going, you can't hit me with your hands. Exhale and turn back to Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"In an unmarked place like this, you can't go back in [leap]. Those guys, they'll go back to base anyway, but what do we do? Let's just train, shall we?

The only remaining wizards are the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] Faculty Magic Warrior Ultr, combined with the [spiritual dove] Faculty Clove and the newcomer. A people without the power to fight properly is a boy soldier Morph alone, and the remaining four can't hit a moving target.

... according to things, but if you go out on a big guy, it's not good.

Morph bit his lips at remorse, but immediately raised his face, clearly saying:

"Retreat. As planned, we'll take an hour off now. The watch will take turns for two, me and Brother Rourke in the first group..."

Declaring the replacement in pairs fifteen minutes at a time, the remaining seven honestly obeyed the orders of the Juvenile Soldier Morph. [Leaps] I'm worried about where the ten people who jumped, but I can't help it. There was no face to match Captain Solniak, but there was no means to bring him back, no matter how much he moaned, or to look for him.

... You just slapped him in the mouth and ran away, didn't you?

Juvenile soldier Morph spent a lot of time on the lookout.

"Morph, it's not your fault, and I can't help it."

Roark, a high school student, said as he rode his bread. No prey, no warcraft yet today, just a little herb picked. Not at all, but the little harvest was good for the boy soldier Morph.

Roark lay his words of comfort on the boy soldier Morph, who said nothing. Vain words go from right to left.

... excuse me, they skipped training. That's no excuse, Artel soldiers don't have ears to listen to.

I was happy with Roark's feelings, but the fact that he can't lead militant guerrillas in the Juvenile Soldier Morph is unshakeable. Even when Ultr, the Magic Warrior, was scattered a little further away, casting spells all at once. I just think we've been showing each other at some point and watching this opportunity from the beginning.

"If they stop fighting and never come back, the Septentorio Curse Doctor will be happy."

"You had a weapon?

Juvenile soldier Morph couldn't think of himself and had a thorny voice. Roark holds his breath and stares at Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"... sorry"

"No, fine. I'm more worried about where they're going with their weapons."

"You're worried."

A good roak of people, who guide themselves, but the boy soldier Morph was concerned that they would be an obstacle to future operations.

"Earlier, you said you were trained or something, and you took the liberty of attacking that base without an operation or anything, didn't you?

Even if that were the case, the bases on the mainland of the continent are far away and we can't make it if we chase them now. The boy soldier Morph looked at his face. Magic Warrior Ultr slaps Morph on the shoulder and laughs bitterly.

"Isn't that right? Only Mr. Oriole, Journitol, and Perlitle know exactly where Aquillo Base is located."

"What? So how were you willing to get to the base?

Roark pinches his mouth in surprise.

"Oh, because with [the crystal of magic], you can carry two or three people and jump. How many rounds were we supposed to make in front of the base?"

"Really?"

... So where did those guys go?

When I think I'm skipping at the base, my bowels (annoyed) boil back to my licked remorse.

Seeing time on Roark's watch, Juvenile Soldier Morph dragged his carelessly heavier leg and pulled him off to his base in North Zakart City.

Among the ruins of the air raid, there was only a spellmaker at the base of the building, which retained its original form.

"That? You were early today."

"Hmm? Oh, the others, didn't you see?

"No? Did you act differently?

Magic warrior Ultr explained the situation to the spellmaker who tilted his neck.

"I wonder where he's gone? Well, it's not a decent army, and I don't think you can dislike the rigorous training and stop fighting the cot itself."

Is that spellmaker's doctrine or just comfort? From the glance that could be directed at the boy soldier Morph, who I haven't known for a while, I couldn't read.

... I'm skipping at the base, but hey, when I got here, those guys had guns, and worst of all, they knew where they were...?

He could have jumped to a base or police station and "practiced voluntarily" before saying he had gone to take his weapon.

I don't know what Oriol was going to do about the Aquillo base raid, but Captain Solgnac, he didn't look too ridiculous.

... I'm not exactly a wacko, but if I can pick warcraft-based materials for training and trade them for Nantka bags, it sounds like I'm going to leave them to him and the others later.

I am certain they will scold me for not letting them run out of control and allowing themselves to do so. Juvenile soldier Morph disguised himself as calm and declared the continuation of his training so that he could not understand the upset inside.

"Somewhere in the building around there, I train to control the room. Miscellaneous demons inside, Mr. Ultor, please."

"Oh, I don't mind. But, you know, we're gonna hit the base, so why don't we just start practicing repression?

"What I was doing in the woods was training to hit moving targets. I'm murky that I don't have an entity, and if I were a pig or something, I'd get a eating mon, and even if I only knew how to pull the trigger, I'd have to guess, Imi."

"Oh, was that what you said? All right, let's get out of here."

When the magic warrior said, the other guerrillas were convinced, too, that they followed the instructions of the juvenile soldier Morph with great care.