It's all one flower.

If only a group of warcraft could meditate (crush) their eyes wandering around the neighborhood, this village would be a good place to be.

Surrounded by fields, pastures and forests.

The shore is a cliff and there are no boats, but if you drive a little along the National Highway, it's the city of Carmensik. If they don't even sell us out, we'll mostly have everything we need.

There is no noise or bad smell.

At first, I thought it was a boring place with nothing, too quiet to calm down, but not now. Worms and birds sound busy, but not loud. It's just nice quiet.

Juvenile soldier Morph made considerable progress in his studies.

I still don't remember writing letters, but I can read a lot more than I did before I got here.

...... finished reading.

Morph closed his Mandarin textbook in sixth grade and exhaled heavily with his sense of accomplishment.

"Oh? Boy, have you finished reading? You graduated elementary school."

"Congratulations"

Medvege is the first to notice and brighten his face like mine.

Pina and her sisters celebrated with all their voices together for some reason, but Morph didn't know how to respond and could only speak vaguely.

... Is that what you said, me, someone celebrated something, about the time of the oath of faith?

My father and grandmother also tried to remember a very young day when they were still alive, but they disappeared in the distance and in the summer.

Thanks to being able to read the letters, I also feel that the world has expanded once and for all by being able to read the textbooks of science and society.

The radio old man Joorci now knows a little more about what the hard hanashi means when he says it on the news.

If I knew a little, I could see what I didn't know and wanted to know more.

... but it's summer vacation right now.

Teachers living in the city don't come to work.

The children of the village are busy helping out with the house.

The funeral parlor's old man took the villagers to Chernochnijnik, the underground town, to the market of Amitostigma, the pharmacist (dull) Ne, because the people of Carmensik City would sell them out.

The spelldoctor Septentorio also carried the son of the village chief to La Crimalis, the king's capital, with her short-haired female maila and brother.

The villagers had three more places to magically go at once thanks to the three of them.

They can trade processed products at higher prices than agricultural products as they are. Kids also say they help make processed foods and magic tools.

Morph was impressed that the villagers of the people of the lake could do such a cot even with their children.

... Compared to that, I can only work on spreading grass.

The remorse of being bought and beaten in the city of Pravik is revived.

It might have a way of making something that sells for a high price. I let my feelings wave and took the family science textbook in my hand.

Arithmetic and Common Language is a ripple if you look at a textbook and the Pinas don't teach it to you, you have no idea.

Yesterday, a spelldoctor back from Lacrimaris, the king's capital, bought a magic textbook for everyone to study and for beginners. The Pinas will be obsessed with reading and writing powerful words, for the time being, busy.

... but I, other than arithmetic and common language, can now study on my own because one person can read textbooks, right?

When I was in the Ristover Autonomous Community, I was chased to work and daily life, and not to study.

Having known each other outside the Autonomous Community, they gave the terrorist Juvenile Soldier Morph many opportunities to learn. I didn't know how to study itself, and I didn't make good use of that opportunity for Morph, but not now.

Knowing the script opened the way to learning.

The textbook, which was somewhat difficult and difficult to follow, was found to be the light that led the way, and I am grateful now.

Morph remembered the church in the Listver Autonomous Community, which he went to for candy balls.

Cotto, which the priest said in prayer, was also difficult and could not remember much, but now I could understand one at the same time recalling it.

... I guess this is what the saint said about the light of knowledge.

The August sky looking up from the truck's carriage is clear and blue everywhere. I can't hear anything but the voice of a cicada.

In addition to birds and insects, the sky, which has nothing to fly, is peace itself.

What can you do to avoid flying a group of bombers in this sky again?

That winter day, the bombers of the Artel Lanista coalition suddenly arrived and burned down the city of Zerneau, where the Pinas live, and the many cities and villages of the island of Negna.

Back then Morph burned down the city of Zerneau by throwing a flame bottle on the ground, in the darkness with no exit, as part of the Star Road Prostitute Army.

The intense hatred and deep resentment Morph had back then disappeared somewhere and lost.

All I have is profound regret.

The Pinas don't curse morphs like this, they stay with us as companions.

How can we make amends for irrevocable things?

I don't know how many morphs I have right now.

Still, I rolled (meshed) the textbook believing that the path guided by the lamp of knowledge would lead to a better future.