It's all one flower.

With his legs examined in the municipal library, Giorci visited the Pador Regional Administration of the Ministry of Information and Communication (Shinjitsu) in the city of Cernica.

Regardless, as a representative of the mobile distributor Praethermissa, Leno will also follow.

The announcer for State Broadcasting apparently intended to do so in the morning, looking behind his back when he escaped from the broadcaster.

Leno, with his trainer and cotton trousers that he got in exchange, is year-to-year, but I could feel it coming into this well-deserved and advanced public sector.

... I don't have it, so I can't help it.

The only mobile distributor Praether Massa has clothes that aren't out of place to come to like this is Jorch.

When I graduated from high school, my parents only put one on my back, but I just made sure I could, and then I burned with my parents without ever sleeving through it.

Look at Jorch's back and think.

... for when something happens again, should I have clothes in this system that look like a representative too?

The world's adults say, "Don't judge people by their appearance," but the world seems to have something dress-coded, even a store that chooses customers in clothing.

Leno's parents' house, Tsubakiya, was a common bakery, and they never refused to enter the store because of the shape of their guests.

Inside the splendid government building of reinforced concrete, officials and visitors alike are all those in blue or grey backs similar to Jorch's.

Leno wanted to disappear because of his lack of space, but Jorch asked the guide grandly and headed to the point of contact in charge.

... I guess I shouldn't have come?

But I don't even go to the wax that gets me this far and turns back, and I follow you so you don't fall off.

"Mr. Joorci! You're safe."

The middle-aged man at the desk broke his face into the voice telling him about the matter, and the other officials he had heard had gathered.

Looking over, the people of the lake are 60%. There may be a Nemus Liberation Army Resonator (Simpa), and I can't tell you anything far-fetched. Leno saw Jorch wondering how he was willing to respond.

"That night, HQ got into battle, jumped out the window and fled [floating down]"

It is impossible to hide that the headquarters of the State Broadcasting was attacked by the Nemus Liberation Army. That night, I would sneak into the ears of people listening to the radio, and it wouldn't disappear.

An official of the Ministry of Information (Shinji) saw Jorch with a bitter face and shifted his gaze to Leno.

Leno is the colour of the earth and Jorch is black. Your hair looks completely different, and your face looks completely alike. I'm worried about what you might think of a misplaced combination that you can't see in your body. The narrower Leno approached Jorch for half a step and hid half in his back.

"I still ran into the AM Cuckab Building, which wasn't involved in the battle, and told the people about the incident that occurred in the capital, but also there... I managed to make the escape fruit (oh) and I lurked in Cravel for a while to gather information"

"You've been out alive a lot. There are a few people in the city of Cernica who have fled Cravel, but everyone has been in a lot of trouble..."

An elderly female employee clouds her words horribly.

Jorch nodded and looked around at the officials gathered across the counter.

Due to the effects of the war, or only one focal point in response, this side of the counter is idle.

"Yep. Neither did I, my family... nobody helped."

Leno just realized he had never heard of Jorch's personal circumstances.

Because of what happened to the capital, Cravel, it's no wonder what's happening to anyone, and there's no way you can ask about your family or anything more than if you don't say it yourself.

Neither did Leno himself want you to touch the bomb attack.

Officials can't seem to find the words to hang either, and everyone stares down at the announcer of the national broadcast, who talked about his circumstances as an individual, with a strong face.

"I got to know someone from FM Cravel while I was gathering information. Currently, we use state-run event tracks and FM Cravel equipment to broadcast mobile broadcasts."

"I've been broadcasting in various cities since I left Cravel until I got here. They didn't say anything elsewhere, but the officer here told me to go through the process..."

Leno said, several of the officials looked at each other small and breathtaking.

"We now use bandwidth for FM broadcasting to deliver local news within the radio transmission range, as well as life information such as prices, music, etc. Again, I'd like to apply for a broadcast permit as a Community FM or a War/Disaster FM, so damn it."

"Excuse me. Please pick it up. If the resident registration of a representative is not in the city of Cernica, the procedure for opening a Community FM in that city cannot be carried out."

"Such an idiot! The comprehensive radio correspondent's license is valid all over the country, right? Not a single line in the ordinance is constrained by the registration of residents."

"Now that I have a special attitude in time of war, well... I'm very sorry, but even at Mr. Jourch's request, this is all..."

An official who repeatedly blocks the announcer bows his head over and over again, looking at Jorch with a crying eye. The other officials turned a blind eye to bitterness and returned to their places of residence.

Jorch's hand trembles with a notebook that refrained from the procedure.

Leno squeezed his courage and asked questions.

"Uh, since when is that?

"Since this month. Then, those applying for permission to open temporary war and disaster FM bureaux can only originally be heads of local authorities. I can give my license orally in an emergency, but the general public can't apply for it."

Officials also gave such a good answer to Leno.

Horrible and overlapping questions.

"Uh... so what about the other licenses?

"You can now apply for an amateur radio license only where you have a resident registration"

The official even answered the same question over and over again.

"What? But there are plenty of people burned out, registered residents, evacuated as they left it on Nenia Island, right?

"It's not something we can do at our discretion, so I'm very sorry..."

More than a year after the start of the war, not many settled in places of refuge, but the majority of those who were able to move into makeshift housing remain in their original places of residence unless they are tired of living temporarily and are compelled to do so by, for example, child transfer procedures.

Of course (of course), Reno and the others with an indefinite address were unable to register new residents.

When the coup broke out in the capital, Cravel, DJ Rafe, left behind by broadcasters, was calling amateur radio on FM broadcasts for information.

... What does it have to do with not giving permission to someone else?

I don't think you should ask a boulder that.

Leno urged Jorch, who shook his shoulder with a pale face, to leave the Pador Regional Administration of the Ministry of Information and Information.

I don't know what to say, I walk silently and stubbornly.

I heard a blunt-smelling footsteps running butterflies from behind me around the area plugged from the government district into the commercial area. As Leno turned around, he saw an earlier official rushing in with a leather shoe.

"Mr. Jorch, that guy..."

The announcer walks mechanically without being here and not responding to Leno's voice. When I chased him and slapped him on the shoulder, he finally stopped.

"Something happened to the clerk earlier..."

When Leno said, he looked back slowly, but still no expression. The official, who finally caught up, blushed his face and cut his breath, unable to speak to Locke.

"Are you all right?

"Hey, hey, there, at the coffee shop... talk..."

"Is that okay? You're at work, aren't you?

When Leno was surprised, the official laughed niggly.

"That's okay. Me... I don't want to be born anyway."

I don't know what it is, but they took me to a coffee shop in the alley that I was going to overlook.

"Oh, it's so rare at this hour"

"I brought in a rare customer, but don't tell everyone. … This place is luxurious. I like it. Ask me."

It was a small shop with only a five-person counter, and there were no other guests.

Your father nods at the familiar customer and turns to the first customer who deserves it.

"Thank you. Then I'd like two pieces of Zhenhua tea"

Leno wanted Jorch to regain his usual composure and ordered it on his own. Jorch sits silently, poking his elbow at the counter and holding his head.

Your staff didn't ask for an order and just got to the point. Fill the small shop with the fragrant flavor of simmering almond flour in milk.

No one talked until the town flower tea and almond tea lined up on the counter.

"Mom, you must tell me that we're here today and that we're going to talk."

"I know I'm stiff. For fuck's sake. I swear to God Krautowa, I won't tell anyone."

When your grandmother returned a pranky grin, the official turned to Leno and Jorch for each chair.

"Last month, a congressional teacher suddenly came and told me to stop accepting licensed information so that unknown sources wouldn't spread."

"Which, what do you call a senator?

Your eyes sparkled in Jorch's voice.

The official showed a slight hesitation but answered with a sip of tea.

"This is Dr. Pajomok and Dr. Eva of the Branch Party of Qin Peel (Tonerico)."

Leno didn't think, and Jorch and I looked at each other.

Joorci listens on top of each other.

"On what grounds?

"Under the peculiar circumstances of wartime, they say, information that does not go through government confirmation or that confuses people will cause confusion and disconnection in the country. They haven't chased down the law yet, but they're going to issue a Cabinet Order in the near future... Maybe because the Nemus Liberation Army has increased, it's because they won't let them send out propaganda on Amateur Radio or the broadcasters they've taken over, but now I feel..."

The official said once and for all, and he bowed in regret.

"Okay. Thanks for letting me know."

Jorch hangs his usual calm voice.

The face raised by the official pulling out of his shoulder was clear.