It's all one flower.

Flames shake in the wind, shadows of everyone dancing on the carrier.

Boy soldier Morph baked (ku) be three firewood in a row, and asked Cruillo, who seemed to be the most internet familiar of these.

"Brother, is the internet a mon that reaches from vinagrato to lanista?

In the Ristover Autonomous Region, it seems that the Star Way Prostitutes and the great star markers (servants) were smuggling machines to keep in touch with the collaborators of Artel and Lanista.

That's how I was able to procure weapons.

Wizard employee Cruillo said, sitting back in the first place in his magical cloak, holding his knees.

"Nemoralis Island hasn't pulled a line, and there's no base station or antenna, so it's not as bad as having a terminal. Farkil, I could tell on your terminal that if it was Nenia Island, it looks like you could pick up a critical, lacrimaris wave near the Kublum Mountains..."

"So how am I letting Lanista know?

If you're an old funeral parlor or a pharmacist (dull), magically jump to the place you know, but the Kirkurist fundamentalist star sign (servant) will never borrow the wizard's hand, even if he dies.

Pina pulled down the muffler and showed her well-shaped lips.

"I've been deciding for a long time, when and where to do it, and I'm doing exactly what I let you know in my letter, and the guys at headquarters don't actually check to see if there's been a terrorist attack, they're announcing it... or something?

"It's possible through a third country."

The old man on the radio nods. The fire reflected on my glasses and I didn't really understand the expression.

... Pina is so smarter than me.

Instead of being presumptuous, I admired the announcer of the national broadcast, which also convinced the wizard, by speaking properly and muscularly of reasoning. I'm somewhat happy that Pina's wit seems to have been recognized by Joorci.

Padolrik, Cruillo's father, filled his sigh with empty mugs.

"... when the hell did you get that plan... my son told me that Artel announced pretty early after the war that the demon asthma cannon was a weaponized magic creature, right? This, too, has been leaking information for years?

"You will. I haven't checked everything out yet."

When the funeral parlor old man said, two new old men...... Padorlik and Aviace opened their eyes.

"Have you figured it out a little?

"Well, there's just a few of us with a stare, and we haven't been able to narrow it down, and from what I've figured out, we're too big to do anything about it."

"Uh... what are you going to do with it?

A bewildered old fisherman, Aviace, sees a pharmacist (dull) with the kind of eyes she asks for help. Nee explained to her old brother in a whisper.

"Even if we can't do anything, let the others in the same activity know and figure out what to do."

"Well, if you tell the people in the city that you're inciting them to slap the Autonomous Communities, you can do something about it."

Aviace said with a horrible face.

As usual from the next morning, take three days to gather information, post announcement posters and lyrics. Everyone was totally used to it and the work itself went fine.

Juvenile soldier Morph listens attentively to the public discourse of residents and volunteers. I felt like there were more Hidden Kirkurs than any other town I've ever been to.

"The guy with the loud voice is just giving him a wide margin. Out, maybe a small number of people."

"Why?

Reporting over lunch at the camp, Medvege told me to take an unexplained break. The driver's old man tells DJ Rafe to squeeze his jaw.

My brothers told me that the Nemus Liberation Army didn't have a suicide bomber here.

"So?"

"It's a suicide bomber even though there's a small number of them, and they're gone."

"Ah! No... but don't you care about that other than those guys?

Boy soldier Morph was not convinced.

Tilting his neck, the old man on the radio explained it plainly before Medvege said anything.

"Because of the small number of people, I think we're going to focus on preaching to increase our people."

"So why...?

"Maybe it looks more numerous than it actually is because it speaks to a large number of people and spreads the word. If you poke at the base of the star sign, you'll know the real number of people... but don't do it because it's dangerous."

"Ooh.... So what about the ones who are stirring up the people of the lake? He wants to crush the Autonomous Community. Survival of the city of Zerneau or something? But..."

... but the Pinas, they don't want that.

A dark imagination came to my mind, and for some reason I got scared and couldn't see Pina's face. Spoon the shards of utensils stuck to the bottom of the mug.

A radio old man's voice arrived over the fire.

"We don't know what they're after yet. I don't know who it is... I don't have enough information. I don't like the thought of being a Kirkur because I'm a powerless people, and it's possible that I'm denying it to the best of my ability."

... Is it such a bad idea to believe in saints?

From the front they deny the faith of Kirkulus, and their hearts give away.

Boy soldier Morph has always thought of himself as less of a believer. I'm confused by the pain and discomfort of being able to stroke my heart with tawa, and even to say it back, the words don't come out hooked to my throat.

"It's no wonder that some people who don't have the power to fight or defend themselves have people who try to be safe by saying bad things about Kirkurus."

I even said that to the father of the Cruillos, and the manager of Leno nods sadly.

"We have [the Ribbon of Guardians] and magical objects, and Mr. Awellana... the people of the lake will be with us, so it's okay, but those who are burned out and don't have anything, they don't"

"Therefore, the Nemus Liberation Army..."

Pina clouds the words.

Boy soldier Morph felt saved and his chest ache eased.

Pina sees the grownups with the same eyes as when she was handling the injured on the banks of the canal in the city of Zerneau. Morph remembered Pina's classmates.

... I guess those guys, with the guys I saw today, will stir up the PLA.

What makes that boy and girl and the bakery pina different?

A powerless land people, a Fluxinus who attended a secondary school in the city of Zerneau. My brother and sister were there, and my parents owned a bakery in Scalar District.

... Pina's house and shop, we burned it, not Artel's air raid.

When he found out that the bakery's grandmother was alive, Juvenile Soldier Morph reassured him from the bottom of his heart that he was glad Pina's mother was not among those who shot him with a machine gun from the pickup truck carrier.

Pina also makes the morphs of his enemies, who have burned the city and the house, indivisible and gentle.

At that time, I had no idea the difference between the junior high school students who tried to kick out the Star Way Prostitutes and Pina, even now, a year later.

... I wish everyone was like Pina.

Boy soldier Morph didn't have the courage to speak the thought.