Kuishinbo Elf

◆ ◆ ◆ MAJECTS ◆ ◆ ◆

"Ugh, it's a lie...... Brother Alan, bro Alan!?"

I couldn't believe the footage on the monitor in front of me. My brother, my brother lost. To Ertina, who was deprived of her abilities and squeezed cuss alike.

"Brother... Brother! Answer me!

I couldn't believe everything. The night sky Ertina called out, I couldn't help but scream what a joke.

A huge number of stars into her. It burst, and he cursed again and again.

My brother's attacks are avoided all the time. Even if he thought he was going to hit him, he was deactivated by a monster popping out of Ertina, and the attack never arrived.

And the sword of light held by Ertina is waved down to her brother. Off you go, how hard you prayed. Without that wish coming true, she mutilated our brother Alan.

"Why, why not?!? We were almost there, huh? Almost had our dream, that step! Damn, damn!!"

With remorse, with anger, with sadness, I slapped the console. Console dyed red with your own blood. I don't feel any pain, what have I done?

It doesn't hurt, my hands... it doesn't hurt. Hands.

"This is Bercus! What's wrong, I can't feel Alan's power! Report the situation!

"Be... Bercus"

By correspondence from Belcus, the man who heartbreaks Brother Alan, the faithful, I returned it to me. At the same time, fist pain comes back. I don't want this one.

But this pain brought back the power to think to me. You can't keep your mouth shut forever. If I do that, Bercus will remember something happened to Alan's brother.

But what do we do? I can't think of a good idea. Should I be honest with you already? No, you can't. If we do that, this army will collapse.

Matt, if it is, please.

The word became the last word I exchanged with my brother. I have nothing but regret. Just that I only returned that I figured it out.

More, I should have said something. How could I not tell you I would fight, too? If I hadn't let you go alone, the results would have changed.

Why didn't I have the courage to say that? I didn't! Damn it!

"MAJOTE! What's wrong!? Is Alan safe?!?"

"Oh, my brother..."

That's when it happened. A report was made that was the voice of the traitor Dr. Durink. It goes to the whole battlefield.

Ertina the Peach took over the Haunted General Alan Zlachty.

This report was followed by reports of upset, withdrawal from each battlefield, and devastation. That's just the whole flooded river thing. It's a situation that I can't do anymore.

"... MAJOTE, LYING... right?

The trembling voice of Bercus. Worst case scenario, what a timing to pass the information on. The shady power of my brother, who suddenly disappeared, and the information shed by Dr. Durink. Above all, my attitude.

There were no more hidden elements. I just have to be honest with you.

"Brother Alan is... dead"

'Ha, that's not funny. It's a joke. You're lying. Tell me you're lying!

……

'You're lying... tell me...!

There were no more words. However, Bercus' sobbing voice echoes into Death Madning's control room. Difficult.

"Bercus, withdraw all troops. We... we lost."

I have to admit. We lost our leader, and we lost this battle. I can't cover up the facts anymore, I can't.

Then at least we have to live and connect tomorrow.

Brother Alan's words, "If ever, please," pressed me hard.

'I lost... you say? I haven't lost yet! Look! It's already a push to the fall of Filimisia! We're almost there! Isn't that right!?'

"Bercus...... 80% of our army has already been lost. I can't make that push anymore."

Yes, it is hard to believe that he invaded with an overwhelming difference in force, challenging the battle with a slate stone, but at the end of the day he fought back and the army was in a state of devastation.

If Alan's brother were alive, I wouldn't have cared, but I can't do anything about it now. It's a guy called the wind front lights.

"Live... live and inherit your brother's will! There are still Tiger Bears! We can do this! We can still do this!

"How can I live without Alan!? Because I have him, I have his [dream]! If I wake up from a dream... I can't live. '

"Bercus! You can dream again! We could do it!?"

"Matthew... you're a good guy. How could a good guy like you have become a ghost? '

"Bercus......?

'Oh... what I'm seeing right now must be a nightmare. Still, I can only live in this dream.'

"What are you talking about!? Bercus!

'Alan... it was a good dream, a good dream. Bercus Squad, let's go!! Show him the ghost's will!!'

"What are you talking about! Wait, get back to me! Bercus! Bercus!!"

As it turns out, no more replies from him. Am I a man who can't do anything that my brother has entrusted me with?

"Damn, why not? Why? Oh...!

My vision is grossly distorted. They took it, they took it, they built it, and we were at the bottom of it, and by Brother Alan's hand, we finally got different things back.

And I got a place to live, and I got a lot of company. And eventually we all got the [dream] that we all see.

"Don't take anything important from me anymore! No more, I don't...!

Lose it, lose it. Something important to me. One after another, one after another.

Eventually, the explosion began to be heard and even Death Madning's walk became dull. Almost there, you said you'd reach that abominable tree.

'Kalisk! What happened to the reinforcement?!?'

There is a mix of explosions in communication. The place where they are is near the great trees, the most resistant. If reinforcements are not delayed, they will be suppressed within the circumstance.

"... Kalisk, the operation is a failure. My brother died in battle."

He was stunned by my report and had no words for a while. Still, Kalisk manages to squeeze out words.

"... it was a dream."

I don't know if that's a word for me or for myself. But he still seemed to have the energy to live.

'I get the story. Matt, what are we gonna do?

With that word, I succeed in finding only a few hopes. Then we have to give him instructions.

"Retreat, live... live and dream on"

I can't hide my frustration from myself for not being able to give specific instructions. But as it stands, this is a complete instruction.

"Maject. Oh man, you're strong"

"What?"

"Kallisk Squad, retreat! Break through the siege net! Chigusa, one more cancer, please!

"Yeah, sure."

The words Kalisk would have said with comfort, it courageous me. So I keep appealing to the Residual Army. Retreat, tell him to go back to his country alive.

Believe this word, how many companions will be able to return to their country alive? I don't know that.

But I have to be the one entrusted with the responsibility. To dream of a new [dream] with my surviving companions.

Having determined what needs to be done, I will take control of Death Madning and release the will of the Fortress of Movement.

"Sorry, Death Madning. It's a short time... and then you're free to live."

Death Madning freed us from our control and roared. He has become a free man, nevertheless aspiring to the great tree. I'm just saying that's my mission.

"Sorry, and... thanks"

Created as a weapon, I carved the intent of Death Madning into my heart, and I launched the Ghost Warfare moves "Dark Crossing" and headed to the battlefield. Escape one or more of your countrymen to their home country.

With me powerless, this is full of resistance. Still, it would be better than not doing it.

I have to do it. No, it's not... I want to do it.

"Brother Alan. I, we... live"

The ghost roar echoing on the battlefield sucks and disappears into the thin, bright night sky.

On this day, we lost our precious dreams with those who had no changeover...