Kuishinbo Elf

It was Forte who broke the painful silence. Proclamation given by Towya, reproduce it as a word again.

"Five more years."

……

To protect his precious things, his companions, and his beloved, he has continued to shred his life and his soul as well. The reality is that what you get at the end of it has five years of life left.

Merche fell into the sensation of being slapped down to the bottom of despair with the less result.

"Forte, why didn't you tell me?

"... because I wanted to protect you"

"Liar. You're not, are you?

……

Forte had no more means than to remain silent in Merche's allegations. And that also means affirmation. He didn't tell Merche the truth because he knew it would happen.

Soul Eater [Soul Eater Boost] can benefit from a tremendous increase in abilities. But Forte, who did not use this force, did not leave the general domain. Among the Momo Guardians, it was top notch ability only in childhood.

The growth of Forte's abilities was insignificant as each grew. That means he was premature.

Forte was in a hurry when he was left behind. However, no matter how you scratch your feet, growth is a blow to the head and is not expected to improve.

So why don't we handle GD? Again, it does not leave the general purpose area. Ravi, who got me attached to a mock fight, doesn't have any talent either, he affirms.

"I only had [this]"

"That's not true. 'Cause Forte did a great job during the Langsten Hero War."

"It was a long time ago, and that was my whole season. I was left behind by everyone."

Forte tells me his thoughts about his grid and his Merche. Love for her is real.

But that's not going to happen, he gave up. From the beginning, he understood that it had been adjusted to be like this and that he had been born.

"I'm sure [he] is observing my soul eater boost. and would make effective use of it"

"Oh no..."

"Merche, I can't be with you. I hope you don't want something from a dying man."

Merche was stunned. Forte's mood was revealed for not showing any such gestures, and he was pushed away when he was unfamiliar with himself.

"Such a one-sided! How do I feel!?"

"... sorry"

"It's terrible, it's terrible!

Merche was gone, and he jumped out of Forte's house. Left alone, he keeps himself in bed. When I cough up, I can't stop, and for a while, I can't breathe.

I finally stopped coughing. Less health drained. He mocks himself as if he were a sick man. Forte put his back of his hand on his forehead and vaguely looked at the ceiling, which had become stained.

"... the reward for ignoring the advice"

I heard my rough breath loud in a room where no one was. Forte thinks, wondering where I made a mistake. I concluded that there was no such thing, from the moment I was born.

"This is it... this is it"

Forte closes his eyes. To sleep I don't even know if I'll wake up next.

I'm not afraid. Regret, however, existed in the breadth of the sea.

The townspeople look back to Merche as he runs down a dimmed path. Tears spilled and her vision distorted, but she continued to run fine and fell as she entered Filimicia Central Park with her legs removed.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

My knees are rubbing off and my blood is pouring out. It should hurt, but there are more painful parts than that. It's her heart.

There are no shadows in Filimisia Central Park. The lights lit by magic lit a merche that pounded and whimpered on his knees.

It's the worst development for her. The life saved many times by Forte was, in fact, an equivalent exchange for his life.

Knowing nothing, she deepened her love affection for Forte every time she was saved. It is ironic, however, that it is supposed to afflict Forte.

……

I kept crying the whole time. Was Merche tired of crying, looking up at the blurry night sky?

I wonder why, I couldn't have noticed you, tears overflow again.

I ask myself if I was pushing my one-sided feelings, not even realizing that we were so together. There's no way I'm going to get an answer or anything.

"It hurts, it's painful...... Forte"

He comforts me. He's not next door anymore. Admitting so, Merche suddenly felt the temperature around her was lower. On the contrary, I felt as if my temperature was dropping.

"Are we done yet? We were so together."

Standing on the verge of a hundred million hijackings, Merche heads to his home in a welcoming and dangerous foothold. So much so that a challenging young man who spoke out to numb her unexpectedly worried.

"Hmm? Is that a Merche?"

The hazy Merche took the form of protection by the Seema, who was fishing for discounted products along the way.

Merche looks as if his soul has fallen out, against Seema, whose face is almost full of loot. The boulder seema cannot be burned at all times either. It seems to have cemented Merche's intention to listen to the situation.

"You look terrible... what happened?

……

Was it a strong shock, and Merche never answered the call?

Seema, realizing that it was no immediate matter, would not dare to invite Merche into her home and offer her a handkerchief after treating her injured knee with healing magic.

A handkerchief that leaves marks of repair by the way. It is no exaggeration to speak of a comrade who spent ten years with Seema in distress.

"Wipe your tears before you dare. You look terrible."

"... yeah"

Bibibibibibibibibibibibibibi! Bushhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Oops!? Promise, but it's too much! That's all the handkerchiefs have!

It is too much. Seema is paid too much wages by Momo Guardians headquarters, but the savings she cultivated in her childhood are stained and she is still living a life of extreme savings.

The floating portion is amply handed over to my brother, who is the trail of the Fay family.

The brother has also grown firmly into a saver and has kept the wasted expenses of the house under control. The future of the Fay family is bright.

"Ugh, sorry. Because I wanted to get things out. I'll buy you a new one later."

"Best one, please"

Seema, who had just demanded a luxury handkerchief, invited Merche to her room and peered into the history from her. And I'm stunned by its content.

"What are you thinking? I didn't know because I couldn't read the expression on my forehead, but it wasn't a good look to go through until I cut my life. You had the choice to rely on us."

It is the figure of Ertina that comes to mind as she pours kettle hot water into a tedious sudden. She relies on her people without getting lost. Even now that we've empowered ourselves.

It's her talent that can put absolute trust in her people. This is also a rare talent.

"(at least if it's in Forte for even a tenth of that...... no, it's a theory of results)"

Seema offered Merche a slightly colored tea. After pouring and drinking hot water about five times, she dried it thoroughly and reused it. This is her handmade [Sesame Tea]. The taste and aroma are very trace and almost hot water.

"... hot water?

"I guess my nose is clogged and I can't feel the taste and smell"

Her room, with little objects, was in a sense the same environment as Forte's.

A slight difference would be that there are still traces of repairing torn underwear. I just want to convince you to replace the lingerie that leaves stains without repairing it.

"But it's troublesome. I didn't expect you to be self-completing for your own good."

……

"So there's no doubt that five more years?

"... yeah, because Mr. Towya assured me"

Mmm, and Seema roared with her hands on her chin. Toya affirms that this will only happen if he is a prudent man. I mean, five more years is definitive.

With him, I would have exhausted every hand. Still, it's only five years, Seema concluded.

"I can't do anything anymore."

"Oh no..."

Merche leaned down again to Seema's assertion. My vision is distorted by the tears that come in.

"You don't have time to be depressed."

"Huh?"

"It's not like [there's only five more years] and [there's five more]. If you really like Forte, fuck him."

Seema looked bad and inserted her thumb between her index finger and middle finger. I saw it. Merche's face stains red as I see it.

"Hey, hey, Seema!? Girls can't be like that!

"I'm not a kid, and I'm not going to have a problem with this."

The open-minded Seema teaches Merche one of the ways to be a woman.

"If you like a man that much, you can leave him in the future. A woman can do that."

"That means make a baby?

"What else is there? One of the only things a woman can do, or the existential meaning of a woman."

Seema waves a hot valve at Merche, the significance of leaving a child behind. Gradually, Merche awakens to the mysterious sense of mission and consolidates her will to set up a child between her and Forte.

In this way, she is a perfectly indispensable virgin, although she is a seema that gives a glimpse of the wealth of male experience. The hole in the back was dug by Octopus.

All speculation and anticipation colored with ideals, delusions and desires. Uncertain knowledge gained by picking up erotic books and erotic novels that had been abandoned and perusing them. Merche to be danced to it.

Here was the appearance of a girl coming to battle as a woman. Can a girl fulfill her great petition and become a woman?

Can we leave him in the future?

Later, when this was discovered, Seema would be lumpily preached to Towya, but that is another story.