It's all one flower.

"Come on, kids are in school for a little while tomorrow..."

"Boy, what grade are you in?

"Oh... me..."

The funeral parlor old man waves the story without even knowing people's minds, and Medvege listens in a strangely gentle voice. Soon after I disagreed, a hell of a story came together, and Juvenile Soldier Morph was cramped into retreat and bent over.

When my father was there, he was able to attend elementary school, but after he died in an accident, he was chased to work on both the day he came and the day he came, and he was barely able to make it. Within years of living like that, I forgot the majority of the letters I learned, and the only thing I could write decently was my name.

After the air raid, he was taught in the ruins of the broadcaster and in the library, and then he studied when he still felt like it, with a little more readable characters.

Still, I don't remember reading picture books or elementary school textbooks. All of a sudden I didn't feel like being thrown into middle school could go about the class for the year.

I saw Captain Solniak, but I said, "What do we do?" He bent his neck gently as he heard, and all he had to do was look at the morph with the same eyes as the other old men.

"Tis and Amana are classmates, and they're in the same class, right?

"Yeah. I'm on my way, so I guess I'll let you do it again, fifth grade"

"Uh, that might be good. I forgot something."

Asked by Pina, her sister mouthed something unexpected and Amana relaxed and agreed.

"Well, I'm in second grade again, too. Morph... do schools in the Autonomous Communities differ in the way they divide school years?

Suddenly he was talked from Pina and Morph looked up in a panic, but he couldn't think of a carefree reply at all and lay down his face (toe) again.

"Oh... me, I don't know"

"Oh, you're sorry. If you didn't know how this school works, you wouldn't know the difference."

I let Pina worry about me, and Morph wanted to disappear because he was sorry, and I was further drooled. My ears are hot when I do it because I look too far down.

Pina's voice explaining schools outside the Autonomous Region goes from right to left.

"Age sounds about as good as mine, and can I just have you come to the same class now?

Morph raised his face with momentum like he had been punched in the jaw, pina and his eyes met and his breath stopped. It's not the eyes that tell lies or jokes.

"Hey, why?

"Everyone in the village, sounds like a nice guy, but do you mean I'm the only one in the lake people's classroom thin as a land people... Oh, I know this is rude, but"

"Oh, oh, that's crazy"

The moment I said it, Morph froze.

See the dreaded pharmacist (dull), fisherman's grandfather, and funeral parlor old man. Didn't all three of the people of the lake hear you, the same look you just gave me.

"Did you hear about tomorrow's break?

When manager Leno asked his sisters, the girls hardened.

After the mess at night, it's dark outside the carriage. Everyone on the school grounds is the only mobile broadcaster.

... I haven't heard of you in a long time.

At the same time, I forget about the day of the week because I made a mistake and remind my teacher of the pain I was bintaed by the rules. Morph caressed his cheek unconsciously.

"Well, it's a little heavy, but I wish I had all the textbooks for one school year"

"I'll hold half of it for two, so I'm fine."

"Hey."

Amana said, Pina's sister nodded with a nice face.

"Even if I don't have a music class, will you give the teacher a [healing wind] spell?

As the pharmacist (dull) Ne said, Pina took it on comfortably when she put out the trash paper and pen.

Finish the mess a little earlier than usual in the morning, everyone is in a flurry and get ready for today.

Morph remembered a kind of impatience that had gone completely far, but he didn't know what to do and wowled behind the pina.

Textbooks, notebooks, etc. are packed in two bags before going to bed, and notes of the curse are placed in a bag of pina and amana one at a time. The girls inspect for forgetfulness but couldn't remember what the morphs needed.

... Secondary school, I should have looked a little more than just one day.

The pharmacist (dull) nee packed a few water bottles and plastic bags in her handbag, and after finishing the material collection, she then began packing the medicine ingredients and contents in a bag for tomorrow.

Until the funeral parlor old man, stick a few large envelopes in the rucksack, plus a notebook and a pen, and get ready to go to Amitostigma tomorrow.

In doing so, four old men carrying the village chief and the cage, plus the principal, came.

"Good morning. Thank you for today."

"Nice to meet you"

The adults' voices fall out of their heads like every other human resource.

Even though he wasn't a running wacko, his heart had rumbled, and Morph had been cranking

The four kids are school, pharmacist (dull) Ne and fisherman's grandfather, Leno store manager and wizard employee Cruillo are herb pickers, and the four local old men also help. Other adults organize information and make manuscripts.

The village chief said, "Thank you," and went home.

"I need to talk to you guys a little more about the school thing. You must wait at the gate first."

The headmaster drops off the village headmaster's hindsight and tells the drug-picking old men. The four honestly left the truck and joined the farm workers.

"I'm truly afraid it's a sudden favor, but if it's possible, tomorrow, apart from the news, could you please let the kids talk about it elsewhere (approximately)?

The principal asked the old man on the radio to whisper and looked around at the other adults left on the carrier.

"Apart from the news...... what exactly?

"If you can speak in a lecture or class format… of course (of course), we will pay you a reward"

Answering a radio old man Joorci's question, the principal looked around at the adults one more time, this time telling everyone.

"Whatever. I want to teach children who don't know outside the village a society other than here."

"Everyone's been talking all day? I don't know how hard it smells to talk about a funeral, but I think the kids are gonna get bored."

Agoni said no softly, but the principal ate.

"That's it. I want my children to know that there are other“ normal ”and“ normal ”people who are different from me, such as the people of powerless land."

"Normal... that's hard to explain"

Manager Leno laughs at the cramped.

DJ Rafe raised his hand like a class.

"I'm fine. However, normally, the theme is too broad, so could you say a few more, narrowed things down?

... This brother, why are you being such a jerk?

Morph glanced at Captain Solgnark and his old radio grandmother Jorch.

"Right. If there's a specific theme, I think we can assign someone in charge to talk to."

"This mobile broadcaster is a collection. You can speak from many angles."

Joolucci moves on and rides to the captain.

"You'll take it, won't you? Thank you. If you know more about other cities, non-agricultural jobs, foreign countries, wars, refugee camps, there's going to be a lot going on… I'll ask you again in an hour."

Starting time is approaching, and the morphs are taken into the school building by the principal.

I can only take classes today and tomorrow, but I felt like Juvenile Soldier Morph was going to be a very long two days.