Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 22 Late Night Cave

Both Brain Muscle Sports Club Mogadishu finally happened, their health seems to have recovered a lot, but they were hanging from death, so it would be far from complete, and the fact that Mogadishu hasn't healed from death is probably Mogadishu forever. Apparently through the Future Past and Present Mogadishu.

"... that's why I haven't found the Otas yet, so I'm gonna head back to the city and join the committee chairmen, and then when I see them, I'm gonna say," I'm sorry about Moga. "

Perhaps it will take three days for the body to fully return, how is it cured? Are you saying you've grown? It's a breeze to grow up, and if you ignore the context of the story you heard from these guys, what you're talking about because it's Mogadishu, you can guess what happened somehow if you rearrange the words, and you know that the reason these guys lived was occasional, coincidental, and just endlessly lucky, five athletes in Japan who are also known as geniuses, plus five people who moved their bodies, fought with their enemies, identified weaknesses, poked at them, defended themselves, identified the situation, judged them in the moment, had a genius flash, had genius talent, specialized only in winning, worked together, tactics, and fabrications, who miraculously survived, survived even in so terrible a situation, and even failed to find a way to pull them apart, even at their limits. Then I can't. I can't do it too much, so it's Moga after all.

"No, I've already healed my injury..."

"It's just us..."

"Then I'll stay..., you'll kill me, won't you?

"It's lame to be alone..., those guys..."

"If that's not a good idea, let's go to the city together..."

I complain at the same time, but these guys talk about Mocha, they think about Mocha, they naturally do things about Mocha, it's Big Mocha.

Seems like a genius who can instantly understand, judge, and transfer everything to execution, but he's not thinking with his head, he's moving when he feels it, I mean, it's usually Moga. It's more Mocha when you talk. A piece of paper is torn and it's always Mogadishu.

It's a hassle, it's a hassle explaining it to Moga so she can see it.

"You're Mogadishu, so you don't know what to explain, do you? So you guys have to go to the city, and I have to stay here, that's the best answer. You got that?

"" "... okay..." "

It's troublesome, it's already troublesome to have to write a solution along the way, even though there's no answer.

It's as troublesome as supplementing the 1 +1 = 2 solution.

There is no solution other than 1 = 1, if it does not succeed, it is an absolute condition that mathematics, on the contrary, does not succeed in anything.

That explanation is unnecessarily cumbersome.

Ordinary men, then leopards and attacking women, are easily repelled by the committee chairmen, and yet, we don't know who they are.

So it split.

Then we split them up.

It was divided.

That's the solution.

Ordinary boys?

I haven't had a leopard freak since the beginning.

I wasn't even pretending to be a normal boy.

I was just making it normal.

I was just acting like it was normal.

Any time, any place, any time, even if you come to another world, normal?

Air even when you come to different worlds.

Air even when demons come out.

Air even when there is a broken company.

There's no way he's normal like that.

Totally abnormal.

Ever normal from the start? I wonder where the unusual humans are until they're so stunning.

Even that chairman of the committee could not be summed up because there were unusual people until he was so brilliant.

That's why they split us up.

There's no way these Mogadishu can stop acting suspiciously. There's no way anyone can help those Otas in that situation. There is no way that that chairman of the committee would give up wrapping things around. There's no way those bitches are going to be mean until they're isolated. In the first place, there was no way anyone was here when I came. It can't be that this is all unusual and nobody realizes it's unusual.

From the beginning, it was an anomaly.

Ever since I came here, it's been unusual.

I split it it up.

So I'm staying.

I guess that's what this is about.

"Ugh, it's a hiccup."

It's been a while since I've been home, Hikikomori.

Mogadishu, too, headed toward the city, made him hold a mountain of mushrooms, and by the time he got to the city, he would have recovered.

I miss it. It's been less than a month since I've been in another world, and I feel like I'm back. I guess this is the guy with the address.

When I'm alone in a cave like this, the fuss here these days seems to be a lie, it seems like an illusion that the girls were making a fuss in this cave.

Quiet.

End of Day 22