It's all one flower.

Medvege hit Pong and knee.

"You just have to reload this way."

"Will you carry the equipment to Rachka?

The state-broadcast Jorch announcer loosened his cheeks, but went right back to his true face.

"But what do I do next..."

Do you want me to procure another car or have it put in some house?

It seems difficult to get raw information to the public without government censorship, I could also imagine Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"Captain, is that okay?

"I have a generator, but I don't have anyone to use it right now. No one even broadcasts in areas where they hadn't originally heard FM Cravel, such as Rachka, matches radio frequencies. If you want to escape censorship, it's dangerous to publicize the frequencies to residents. If you put it in the ears of government officials, you'll be able to turn over the security forces."

Captain Solgnac organized the situation with a quiet voice and arranged one after the other for what was not working.

Boy soldier morphs don't seem to have a solution.

... Are you turning it down a long way?

Helping broadcast, there's nothing the Morphs can get.

Leaving the city of Rachka to save truck fuel and accommodation, camping on ancient roads in these secluded woods, waiting for a boat to the island of Nenia.

If we help them, they may not only consume fuel, but they may be caught by the security forces.

No, if it's enough to get caught, it's still better.

If the demon soldier shoots the truck with a [spear of light], everything goes away. I'll never see Pina again.

"Grandma from the funeral parlor, didn't she take you two to Rachka?

Boy soldier Morph did his best, squeezing in wisdom without.

The gaze of the adults gathers.

"So, you write and distribute on paper the tips you've seen in the capital. If it was radio, if I missed hearing it, that would be owari, but if it was paper, we could read it later, we could all read it, and maybe the other guys would write it down and spread the word..."

"That's it! Boy, you're a good asshole, aren't you?

Medvege holds his shoulder and strokes Morph's head more than usual.

The captain and Agoni didn't help just smile bitterly, and DJ and the announcer were also followed to spill a laugh.

"Some hands say internet."

Captain Solgnac looked around and said to everyone as the boy soldier Morph was freed from Medvege's hot and painful arms.

State broadcast Jorch shakes his head small.

"Nemoralis has no facilities, and no one in the public has a terminal."

"I write letters to acquaintances outside the country. Not only the King's Temple and Amitostigma refugee camps, but also the Lanterna Island of Artel."

Announcer and DJ stare at the captain's face.

"Countries on the Internet...... No, let's ask the world if they can arrange for the situation in the capital, Cravel, to be able to distribute what they print over there in nemoralis"

As Captain Solgnac's story progressed, their faces lit up.

"If you sell the information to the Hunan economy of Amitostigma, maybe you'll put it in the paper."

"I don't think it'll be on the Nemoralis version first."

Medvege put a mess in the announcer's hopeful observation.

"If we can get an amitostigma version somehow, it's a credible newspaper, so the people of Nemoralis will believe us, too,"

"Well, before I do, I'm gonna have to get it in the paper somehow."

Captain Solgnac asks DJ and the announcer.

"Can you [jump] to Wang Du?

"I'm not as confident as going on a pilgrimage..."

"Once at a young age, they took me, but I don't remember it clearly enough to [jump]"

When they dropped their shoulders, funeral home Agoni said in a gentle voice.

"I've just been there recently. I went to the refugee camp in Amitostigma as well as Wang capital"

"Will you deliver it?

Jorch, the announcer, asks the funeral parlor of the people of the lake.

Funeral home Agoni replied with a laugh.

"... I don't know about your face. Whatever it is, you can deliver yourself. One at a time, you can take him and jump."

As the two of them wept and thanked each other many times, Agoni laughed with a troubled face.

"Well, it's a boarded ship.... Captain. I'm going to a stationery shop in Rachka in the morning. I need something besides a note and an envelope and a pen, Mon. Right?

"Copy paper is cheaper than a note and you can buy a lot of it"

Captain Solniak agreed when Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, pinched his mouth.

"Envelopes would be nice, too, big ones"

Juvenile soldier Morph remembered that in the ruins of the state-run broadcast Zerneau branch, everyone had written a lot.

... That's what you said, Brother Roark, you were copying the news manuscript and organizing the information.

Three men, Captain Solgnac and Kruilo, and Juvenile Soldier Morph, explored the ruins of the broadcaster to pick up manuscripts of the news that was scattered.

So I figured out what was going on in the city of Zerneau and decided to leave the city.

The inhabitants of the capital, Cravel, will surely also want to know what is happening to the entire capital.

"You should see him in a letter first and wait for his response and preparation over there"

Talk comes together, sleep divided into trucks and wagons.

A little while later, the announcer came down and lowered his hips to the right hand of the morph that remained before the fire. The announcer's shadow stretches in the wagon car behind him.

"You're not going to sleep?

"I'm on guard. You know, monsters coming over the road guards, robbers."

"... you're still a child, but you're great. Let's help."

Juvenile soldier Morph corners the ancient Ougari road across the fire.

... You're weaker than the funeral parlor old man, but you're a wizard, so you should stay.

The announcer of the National Broadcasting Corporation has spoken quietly about being handled as a child.

"I was just distracted to ask, where are you guys going?

Juvenile soldier Morph looked at the carrier with chirali, wondering what was going on. No one comes down from the truck parked on my left hand side, but now everyone will still be awake. The door of the carrier is as usual, slightly open.

... Should I answer honestly? Or should I lie and delude myself when I tell Brother Rourke's father?

But I can feel you going to wake up the captain.

When Morph was unanswered, the announcer said he was sorry to be on the same voice as the radio.

"... I'm sorry. You decided you wanted to go home."

"I'm going to burn it all down and go home. Mother and sister too......"

"Ah... so, but your father..."

"Dad died in an accident a long time ago.... That's my neighbor's old man."

When he realized he was talking about Medvege, he added, announcer Jorch silenced. Are you even looking for words to hang, the fire, the ancient road, let the carrier wander his gaze, and finally he looked at Morph and lay down his face.

Firewood collects sufficient quantities in the bright.

The boy soldier Morph burned a single dead branch. Bright firepowder scatters and disappears into the night breeze.

Seeing the announcer on the side, he looked like he was about to be crushed by a painful silence.

"I don't know where I'm going, either. When the ship moved, I decided not to dare go back to Nenia Island, but I don't know when to leave."

"You're not going anywhere tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, are you?

Joorci looked up in awe.

Juvenile soldier Morph deludes this also with “child” privileges.

"I don't know? I didn't hear anything."

"Hmm. Is it up to the captain to decide where to go?

"Hmm... well, let's all talk about it... looks pretty much like it at the end"

"Is Mr. Captain an ex-military or something?

"Hmm?"

... ex-... isn't that right? I didn't throw away the star path brave army armband.

"Haven't you been taught, too?

"No, the captain is our leader."

I feel like they're looking for something, and I'll say it's like a name. It turns out that the announcer of the national broadcast pulls out his shoulder. Get your notebook out of your pocket and start reading.

"The old man on the radio, won't he sleep?

"... you don't have to sleep"

"Hmm."

Juvenile soldier Morph concentrated on watch and fire, leaving the announcer alone no further.