It's all one flower.

The last time he left, Cruillo's father did not lock the door of the company house.

An employee in the hallway or an aunt who seems to be going shopping will meet with a translator. Good morning, everyone. That said, to a bunch of big bags, which way? I don't ask. I realized that I had an implicit understanding, and Leno stopped scratching.

We still have about an hour until the end of truce time.

You don't go out on the boulevard, go through the back road of the company house to the west gate.

There was also a potpout of personal shopping on the back street with only one lane, and there was quite a run of cars that came to buy out avoiding traffic.

Over the past few days, Leno has also been helping to buy in the morning, but there is a lot more crowd than usual. Thanks to ad hoc broadcasts, more people seem to think the same thing.

... Mr. Awellana, I wish you had told me as soon as I got home from Wang Du.

Why did you keep quiet? I thought it smelled like water, but now I'm not in a position to ask that.

I can't hold hands because I'm wearing a blanket. Leno advanced his legs, wondering if Tis, walking next door, was not delayed. Pina walks alongside Awellana on the diagonal front of the Leno's. The three Kruillos are behind the Lenos.

Less than a kilometre of road is very far on the map.

There was a small blackboard out in front of the dining room.

It says "Recommended for the day" with white water-resistant paint on the top edge, but there is no culinary name and newspaper cutouts are affixed. Pina and Awellana stopped and turned around.

"The Hunan economy of Amitostigma."

They read out the chalk writing under the cut, and Leno approached the small run.

The coup d 'état and the suicide bombing in Cravel, the capital of the Republic of Nemoralis, are more detailed than the domestic radio.

Cruillo's father and son also chased him and ran his eyes through the cuts.

"I can't believe I know a foreign country better than here..."

The store door opened when Cruillo had a cramped laugh.

A stranger with a shopping bag looks around the street and whispers.

"I'm sorry. I don't have enough ingredients and I'm off to the store. In the meantime, DJ from FM Cravel came and asked me to paste it."

"Really?"

Leno and Cruello said at the same time in surprise at the unexpected words.

The only broadcaster held down by government forces is FM Cravel. Foreign newspapers on purpose...... Besides, I don't know what the intent was to make you post articles like this.

… "The government doesn't control information." Is that an appeal?

"We took on if we could help the public at all, but DJ said we don't know what the Nemus Liberation Army would do if they found out, so we need you to peel it off and burn it before noon today..."

Cruello's father also looked around at your hissing voice.

"Was it? I didn't know it was such a dangerous thing... thank you"

"I've been walking through here for a week, I didn't know."

"Well, hey. There aren't many stores open this way, and I can't help it. When you get back here again, come and see me."

The old man laughed and pounded the shoulder of the lake's people's pharmacist (dull), slipping into the narrow road out onto the boulevard.

On the other side of the blackboard is handwritten on copy paper, only today's date and "FM Cravel Extraordinary News Morning Truce Time". The passers-by stopped their legs one after the other and went away through their eyes to cut them out.

Leno and the others walk away with their luggage back.

... Is it a broadcast for people who can't come and read the cutouts?

Blurry thoughts were blown away by severe shocks. My body floats in the universe and in no time I get slammed on the road. The taste of iron rust spread and I felt pain on my face and shoulders late.

I hear tinnitus in the roar.

Flying screams and yells.

The smell of burning and blood.

Lots of feet to escape.

When Leno barely raised his face, he saw the pharmacist (dull) Awellana waking herself up. Pina is falling next to it. There's a ton of fragments of some kind hooked up to the blanket I wore from my head, and I don't know the original color.

I tried to get up, but my breath was stuck in severe pain and I didn't even have a voice.

A safe car speeds up and drives away.

Next to the immobile parent, the toddler cries.

The dust and debris pour down, and the colors disappear.

A large number of people escape through the narrow back streets.

Someone who doesn't move, who runs with the wounded, who tries to get up, who holds down a painful place and groans, who drags his leg while leaving a dot of red marks on the road.

There are metal pieces of cars, pieces of luggage and clothes, and parts of people scattered all over the street.

Another explosion.

The roar echoes in my belly.

Looks like it's a little far away. The screams I heard late are far away.

Awellana wakes up Pina and puts her body down.

Leno woke himself up softly by keeping his weight in the arm of the unhurt. Look for Tis and look around the street. There was a build-up of blood all over the dusty back street stained with gray monochrome.

Right behind me, Cruello hugged Amana with a blanket.

Black smoke was rising behind him and several cars were in flames. The explosion is behind us more than we thought, but many shops and private houses have collapsed and we can see the contents of half the remaining rooms in full.

"Leno, Leno! Can you stand?"

……

I am surprised by the trembling exhalation that leaks slightly without a voice.

... What about Tis?

I managed to snort and run my gaze over the road. We find human fragments in scattered rubble and unwittingly divert our attention.

"Brother, I'm fine. Where's Tis?

Looking up, Pina hung her luggage on her shoulder and stood firm on her own feet. Shake the blanket, drop the dust and pieces of glass, and look around.

Leno couldn't take it, and picked up the package that was rolling nearby and stood up. Apparently my left hand is safe, but my right arm is too sore to help at all.

"Brother, what about your father?

Amana slips off Cruello's arm. My siblings' blonde hair was dusty and dull.

Third explosion sound. Unexpectedly closes his eyes and puts himself away.

When I opened my fearful eyes, two bottles of black smoke stood up in the shopping district.

"Ah! Uncle!

Pina points. Cruillo's father had his feet pinched in the rubble of the store. Don't you move while you're down because you're losing your mind? Or...

Cruillo rushes over and casts a spell. I used it dozens and hundreds of times in Zerneau City [gravity blockade]. The procedure is complete and a chunk of the collapsed wall is thrown down with one hand like a styrofoam.

My brothers and sisters call my father many times and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana examines how the wound is.

... Yes, Tis... What about Tis?

I was walking next to Leno until just now.

I found a familiar school bag at the end of the driveway. Painful feet hang together and relax. I stuck to the leaning streetlight and managed to support myself.

"Tis......! Tissue!"

There must be a sister under that blanket. To avoid falling, scold the trembling knee and approach it with a slit foot. Just a few meters away so far. I tugged myself immobile as I wished and knelt beside a small swell.

Turning the blanket, I had my sister's face.

Pina also notices and rushes over, calling her last sister as far as her voice is concerned. Leno touched her hand on her unresponsive youngest sister's cheek. Warm. Exhale touched my fingertips.

... Alive! Tis alive. It's okay. Easy, me!

Leno turns to call the pharmacist (dull) Awellana. A familiar shoe was falling at the end of his gaze.