It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph wanted to do something about his chilling silence.

But I can't find a word that might comfort the grandfather of the people of the lake.

... "Everyone in my body is dead, but my grandma's a pharmacist (dull) and the others are alive, and you're better than me"...? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Morph snuck a peek at the fisherman's grandfather, who sat shallow next to him.

Place your elbows on your knees, cover your face with your hands and don't move like a stone statue with your back rounded.

I'm glad you stopped crying, but the boy soldier Morph didn't know what to do with her brother, the pharmacist.

It's just a little resting place with a five-person bench under the tree.

The trees of Qin Peel (Tonerico), which have been completely familiar since leaving the Autonomous Region, are beautiful with the buds illuminating the spring yang, but they are not yet small enough to shade the trees.

The person on the road just flickers at his grandfather, who doesn't move round his back, and everyone and he passed by early enough.

The roads of the mall are dotted with resting places of the same format, thoughtfully spent by shoppers and those returning from the hospital, but no one leans on the benches of the Morphs.

The fisherman's green hair is mixed with about half his gray hair, and he looks considerably older than Captain Solgnac and the old man on the radio, but he said he wasn't very far away from the pharmacist (dull).

... A pharmacist (dull) is a long-lived race, and he wasn't really you, was he?

Blurry I think about that and keep an eye on a bunch of lyrics I haven't finished distributing yet.

At the top, the date and time of the temporary broadcast and the planned content of the programme.

After the second one is the lyrics. "Find this great sky," "Let's all sing," "Tears of the Goddess," and "All one flower," are lined up in order to clip them in pairs.

Since this morning, my fisherman's grandfather and I have been visiting and walking around the shopping district in Yarbraka city, asking for one house at a time to paste out our air schedule.

Pharmacist Neh jumped to Lanterna Island with DJ Rafe. As he went to hear his reply to Captain Solniak, he also said he would remind Reif of the location of the underground town of Chernoknyjnik.

So Morph was framed for working with her brother, the pharmacist.

Negotiations with store owners are a completely accustomed morph, and the fisherman's grandfather keeps the name and industry of the store, broadcast requests, etc. in his notebook.

Even though it was going well for me, I ran into a bunch of nasty people at the shoe store earlier and got a ass.

"Mr. Announcer, are you all right? This way from the coup, I stopped hearing voices, so I was..."

The store owner's old man suddenly shut up.

I wondered if the boy soldier Morph had arrived, so as not to get in the way of business.

Two young men from the people of the lake came in. An armband with flowers and droplets painted in blue on the left shoulder in white. Juvenile soldier Morph accidentally gained strength in his body.

... Nemus Liberation Army!

Young people talk to store owners at ease.

"Oh, Dad."

"Wouldn't that be different?"

"Hey, thanks to you, thanks for your help."

"What's that?

One of them points to the merchant's hand with a sharp eye. The shoe shop offered a bunch of paper.

"It's a temporary broadcast of FM. They'll tell you about the song, the price, something and the refugee camp..."

"Heh."

Roll the paper bundle into pieces and stop the hand.

Morph wondered what they would say.

"What's this' goddess tear '?

"What? Come on...?

The old man peeps at the old fisherman as he peeks at the young man's complexion.

The PLA young man glanced at Neh's brother, the pharmacist (dull), and set his gaze on Morph, who held a bunch of paper next door.

"You're the one handing this out?

Juvenile soldier Morph nods silently, not to say anything extra.

"This, a song to be broadcast?

"That's a good song about glorifying the goddess. Lyric Composition, Do You Know Anyone?

He nods at a young man with a bunch of paper and shakes his neck beside the other.

"Don't you know - Do you want to say it on the air?

"Come on? What are you gonna do with it knowing?

"Because if you figure that out, it's easier to find records. Can I have this?

I felt unnatural to say no, but I didn't know if it was something I could understand with a single morph, and I looked up next door. The old fisherman makes his face tense and says nothing.

Morph nodded with no choice.

"This is the guy who sticks it in the store, so just one suck."

I didn't think it would be a good idea for the Nemus Liberation Army to know the date, time and scope of the broadcast, but it would be the same if I went to the store where you posted this.

"Whoa, thanks. Actually, we're going to the Autonomous Community soon."

"If you hear this song, you'll get morale"

"What?"

"I've got information that there's a base of star markers over there. If you tap the Autonomous Communities, the bomb attacks will go away. You'll live in peace."

Boy soldier Morph's head turned bright white.

I know exactly what draws blood from my face, like every other human resource. I stepped on my feet about to fall and managed to squeeze my voice out.

"So, so, you know, it's off-limits around there..."

They're saying it on their own.

It's none of our business.

The two Nemus Liberation Army people don't laugh and work together.

I saw it again, but neither of us had raised a badge (yesterday) in normal clothes without a spell to the point of saying [armor].

"So, but there's a big monster in Masrina, and we do everything we can to escape..."

"Hmm? Did you come running from Nenia Island? Poor thing."

"The Autonomous Communities are sitting around yesterday, and Masrina's big fat ass is fine because the government took him down with a demon asthma cannon."

When one stroked Morph's head, the other smiled to reassure him.

The store owner's old man looks sinister.

"Because of that demon asthma cannon, Artel blew the war on you."

"Well. That's why we're working so hard."

"We'll make sure we get the peace back. This song boosts everyone's morale. Thank God."

"Yes, when... are you going?

Morph managed to pull out the information and twisted the question.

"We're almost there. Well, there's a lot to prepare for. Later than this broadcast."

"Great generals go, too, right?

"No. Only willing not to wait for General Unuk Elhaia's instructions."

"Well, I'm not staying with anyone who disagrees."

Are you two on the lower end, light-mouthed?

Morphs ask questions to hold back with worried bodies.

"But the general won't piss you off, huh? Don't take it personally."

"Forgive me if I make it right."

"Be sure to restore peace to this country, so be supportive!

Making peace with the Republic of Nemoralis and attacking the Listwar Autonomous Region of the same country without saying no to General Unuk Elhaia do not connect in Morph's head.

Before Morph came up with the question, the two exchanged a word or two with the store owner's old man and went away.

The old fisherman leaves the flurry store.

"Ah...! Thanks, old man. You can put this on me."

Morph jumped out of the store by giving the shoe store one of his lyrics sets.

The Nemus Liberation Army is not found disputed by the crowd in the shopping district.

My brother, the pharmacist, was killing his voice and crying.

... Well, there was such a trick.

You can just not beat up by the PLA.

He found a bench under a tree a little further away, and pulled the old fisherman's grubby hand to sit down.

The boy soldier Morph spoke thoughtfully to the people of the lake who stopped crying.

"I don't know how to write, so I hope you don't forget..."

The old fisherman shook his shoulders and exhaled slowly and raised his face. Put your hands full of sunburned wrinkles in your jacket pocket.

Morph was horrified to see the pen and notebook come out.

"There are those who are trying to attack the Autonomous Communities on their own. I haven't decided when I'm going, but after this broadcast. The general won't go. After that, uh, what..."

Juvenile soldier Morph thinks what he just heard is necessary for Captain Solgnac and his men. In the meantime, the grandfather of the people of the lake was silently running the pen.

Morph had a hard time reading what it said, but somehow, I felt like he wrote more than he said.

To keep Grandpa out of his way, Morph turns his attention to those who go on the road.

Outside the Yarbraka City Wall, gray scaly spiders (urocogumos) bounced around, attacking livestock one after the other, but the city's shopping district was as busy as any other event that had nothing to do with it.