It's all one flower.

With the same voice as when it was peaceful, radio grandma Jorch reads out the main prices of several cities on the island of Nemoralis and the kingdoms of Lacrimaris and Amitostigma.

The information was updated every time broadcasts overlapped in the city of Akant, and the corner of the news grew a little longer. Sharpen the chatter between news and music for that matter.

I wish I could say it every time, but they do exactly what they set the time for the show to save batteries and cassette tape for recording people listening on the radio.

Juvenile soldier Morph helped out a little with the investigation in Akant city. But I'm not sure what the "news" sounds like over the speakers. I just don't understand the task of gathering the information that forms the basis of the news.

... You're not studying at all.

Because of the warcraft and measles, he was framed to stay in a small village for months.

At that time, thanks to the acceptance of the village school, Morph was able to study in a calm environment for the first time in his life.

The middle school classes I took with Pina were difficult and I didn't really know.

After school, I read elementary school textbooks on a truck carrier.

A little bit more readable, and the contents of other textbooks are now better understood than before. But I just finally figured out "there's a mountain of things I don't know".

... I don't know what to say about the cot we checked together.

The radio's old man's voice slips out from right to left.

Citizens of Akant, gathered in the temple's front yard, seem to get a good idea of the article Grandma put together. Take notes with desperate shapes.

Green hair as far as I could see, potpout brown hair, dark hair and blonde hair mixed everywhere and looked like stones placed on the meadow.

... They're all wizards, aren't they?

Wizards can also read and write "powerful words".

Morphs are still quite stubborn, even in the Hunan language they usually use.

How much study will I be able to understand such a difficult hanasi and even remember another Kotoba?

"That concludes the economic news. Next, music and gymnastics."

The old man on the radio brightened his voice like someone else.

It brightens the audience's face.

"Everyone listening to the radio is welcome to join us. First, listen to the song. It's a national health gymnastics song," Let's Sing Together, "a song that wants peace."

My gray-haired grandfather got off the carrier and rang the piano at some point.

At the same time as the mobile broadcaster Praether Massa, the singing also rises from the guest seats.

"Nemolaris, Nemolaris, Fnaris, it's the island of Lacus.

Lanterna, Artel, the shoreline was one.

Stand by the lake.

Find new days, connect hands with everyone.

Make your thoughts a song tomorrow.

Everybody's got a strong wish.

Give me the courage, sing. Here.

Until the day the dream of a peaceful future comes true... "

It's a song with a poem about Amana and the others wishing for peace on a song that many people know.

I also handed out the lyrics along with the number one poster in the mall and elsewhere. Not only those who have come to listen to the live public broadcast many times, but also the first, sing perfectly to the piano.

"Nemolaris, Nemolaris, Fnaris, it's the island of Lacus.

Lanterna, Artel, the shoreline was one.

Sad memories. Come on, wipe your tears.

Real friends, including the difference.

Create one ring with a lowered fist

Connect. With that hand. Now we're going for one thing together.

Believe everyone, shining song. Here.

I won't give up my dream of a peaceful future... "

A face made steep in economic news regains the same brightness as it did when it listened to "Medley of the Gods Holiday".

A broken lip spun the song lightly.

"One people, with or without magic.

Oak (Kashi) and Star Road Lake Lu are also allies

We're going to make a happy smile.

Let's hope it lasts forever.

Everything is one equally important

Let's all sing this song.

Give hope, sing a song. Here.

Dreams of a peaceful future come true.

Let's have a happy flower tomorrow. "

As soon as it was over, those who sang, those who could not sing, and those who did not sing applauded simultaneously. The gaze at each other is gentle.

... Autonomous Communities didn't have a moment for everyone to be like this.

I didn't like the memory of the chills plundered and the way I compare them.

"Thank you. Give yourselves a big round of applause!

The circle of smiles widens with the voice of the radio's old man, and the applause gets even louder.

"Next, we'll be demonstrating national health gymnastics with the same song. Everyone at the venue is asked to visit only because there are not enough places"

The applause quieted perfectly.

Morph, Pina, Pina's sister Tis, and Amana go up to the stage where they put together a crate.

"All of you listening on the radio, if possible, come with us. It's national health gymnastics."

As Pina whistled vigorously, the audience's spine stretched.

The piano grandfather plays the gymnastics song lightly. Even though it's the same song, it's very different from when you're with the song. Why is it like another song when it's a hassle to watch and play the same score?

When I started moving my body, that question blew up.

Gymnastics in front of a lot of people was kind of nervous.

When you look at the pina on the side, you demonstrate grandeur while blowing the whistle of the signal exactly as sharply as the record.

...... cool.

Morph turned to the front to avoid thinking about the extra cot.

The adults of the people of the lake pay attention to the morphs with their quail faces who are likely to start gymnastics together now.

In the story of Captain Solniak and Medvege's old man, it seems that he did gymnastics in any school before the country split up in a half century of civil unrest.

Nemoralis and Artel are at war, but both citizens, adults in their late thirties and older, can do national health gymnastics.

Fifty years of civil war followed, dividing the country so as not to quarrel any more.

And yet again, it becomes war.

... That's strange.

The adults of this city watch the morphs move in nostalgia.

... I wonder why.

Gymnastics ended within the same doubts that always aroused in my head. Bow down the crate in response to the grand applause.

When the old man on the radio started reading international news, the applause stopped.