It's all one flower.

Cruillo repeated [the leap] and returned to the camp by the woods.

"Welcome back, brother"

Amana first notices and welcomes. Elantis, who was my turn to burn with me, also smiled at Cruillo.

Leno and Pinatifida are cooking dinner with a frying pan and pan on a stone pile. Miscellaneous demons moved in the woods where the sun tilted.

The wagon cars of the DJ Rafes who went to buy fuel are also back.

Medvege and Morph were reloading the truck with a [refractory] hanging fuel polytank.

"Mr. Medvege, we've only got one flight in ten days on the truck, and that seems to have just left the port this morning,"

"What. Right. But, well, they bought a lot of fuel. Don't you have to force me to make a shortcut?

"We want to find Mother in the city between us, so the shortcut is a bit..."

Leno said the frying pan with one hand. The bread, mixed with flour and dongle flour, seemed to be quite different in baking additions and subtractions, and he glanced back at the frying pan with a difficult face.

Pinatifida stopped her hand scratching the soup and Elantis looked at her brother and sister with a crying face. Amana looks distracted from her friends and bakes only one piece of firewood.

Cruillo also felt somewhat sorry and went up to the carrier to escape childhood taming.

Giorchi and Agoni are looking at each other in the back to organize the information collected in the city of West Granato.

"That? Dad..."

"The captain and the pharmacist's sister went to pick up firewood."

"Really?"

A little hoarse, he reported on the ferry thing and where he could have posted it, the spread of Kirkulusism.

Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, receives a notebook with a difficult face.

"I also asked Rafe and Mr. Agoni to look into it, but after all, I couldn't figure out where the slogan came from"

"Now, you're still careful not to find out where the branch is. If they find out about the Nemus Liberation Army while they're weak, they'll crush them."

Agoni pounded the fuel tank piled in the back of the carrier.

After dinner, Cruillo asked everyone if they had any good wisdom.

"I wish I had spread the teachings of Fraxinus again..."

Medvege, a Kirkursian, laughs bitterly.

Agoni of the people of the lake said, "Blur."

"If you go around denying what Mogri's Kirkurs are trying to say, this one's going to be a bad monster."

"Right. I didn't say anything wrong. If they deny their faith, they'll rebel."

A laugh disappeared from Medvege's face.

Juvenile soldier Morph points at the carrier and sticks it out and says:

"That picture book, read it to the old man on the radio. Hey, that's okay."

"I can't do that."

"Why, huh?

Immediately answered by the Jorch of the day, Juvenile Soldier Morph returned the question with a momentum that would sound if hit.

"That book was published by the Nemoralis Construction Association. Publication readings cannot be broadcast without permission to the author. Now that we don't know what's out there, we better not do anything illegal."

"If the army or the police pull me off the hook and they take the truck, I'll be fine."

Medvege raises his hands. Boy soldier Morph looked somewhat uncomfortable but didn't say any more.

"Do you want a song?

DJ and announcer face to face with Amana's question.

Slightly, DJ Leif explained it to elementary school students so that they could understand.

"Songs have a lot of complicated rights relationships, but all the songs on the record right here right now, they're fine."

"Hmm, well, you should spread the word that old brother was singing"

"Hmm? Oh, that's that foster song! It's a myth."

When Cruello stroked her sister, who said well, Amana said, hanging out.

"Mr. Agoni got me the lyrics, so I can sing right to the end"

"So you're gonna write the lyrics down like before and have them trade for something?

When Elantis asked, Leno shook his head.

"That's all the price is up, I can't seem to do it."

... Besides, unlike Lacrimaris, we can't afford that for everyone here.

"I need to hurry up and let everyone know, so you just let me put up a poster, and you should stick it with me, right?

Jorch nodded at Pinatifida's words.

"That would be good. I just don't have much paper left..."

"I'm gonna go stick it. I'll get it when I get there."

DJ Rafe takes it on and looks at Captain Solgnac's complexion.

The platoon captain of the Star Way Prostitute Army said in a quiet voice, drinking tea in silence.

"On broadcast day, we'll distribute by the temple. If they strip you before the air, it's over."

"Tomorrow, we'll pick up some firewood. Write it all down."

"Thank you"

DJ Rafe frightens.

... to a boulder, can't you write mythological lyrics? But you're awesome just to help me.

"I'll write hard enough, so it's nice to hand it out."

"Oh, ooh. I'll take care of it!

Pinatifida told me that the boy soldier Morph went bright red to his ear and undertook.

Earlier the next morning, DJ Rafe [jumped] to the city of West Granato with the lyrics to the lead song "Tears of the Goddess". During the night, all the Fraxinus wrote it on all the rest of the copy paper.

Three of the Star Road Prostitutes and funeral home Agoni enter the woods with a sword for protection, and Jorch, a state-run announcer, writes a manuscript of the news on the truck's carriage.

The rest of us are practicing the song.

My father widened Amana's notebook and groaned.

"You're a ground song."

"If you ask me that, you will"

"Dad, what are you talking about?

"It's a condolence song."

To my father's answer, Amana nodded with a strange face.

"So it's kind of a dreary song."

To save fuel, practice is cappella.

First the foster song "Tears of the Goddess," then "It's All One Flower" with the addition of new lyrics. These two songs are the same melody, so my father can sing them right away.

"Let's All Sing" calling for peace knows the national health gymnastics of the original song, so my father can sing as long as he sees the lyrics.

Seven singers were sucked into the winter sky with the smoke of the fire.