Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 58 Night Inn White Weird

The time for trial has come. The trials have come here, and the trials have come.

"Let your heart vanish.

Zen heart, and "to the false pole, silent serenity. All things together, I see them again." It is also in the words of Lao Zi.

And let your heart be void, and do all that you can.

Seriously protect the peace of mind.

Whatever happens together,

Know that each returns to its roots.

An immovable mind that does not move into any tremendously astonishing threat.

No? It's a stunning threat, isn't it? What more do you say, a natural mutation? Like what?

"Clear mirror water stop."

Reflect your mind in the water, and look at your mind. Then the water stops with time and clearly reflects your mind like a mirror.

Yes, confusingly stop the mind and accept it only as it is.

You're not gonna accept this, are you? You're telling me this isn't enough!

No, don't confuse me, don't confuse me, don't confuse me. Vain it!

If you want to take it with a quiet mind and make sure it's wrapped up, you take it, it's going to be zero (spilled), but you take it.

You'd go nuts if you saw it just stay there without disturbing your mind, if you moved it before it moved your mind, it would be a crisis of explosion, wouldn't it?

Touch and wrap while you can, or stare at your heart as heavy and soft as you can, don't look at them!

Whether this is the right place or not, it is the best place where you don't need to add or subtract from the right place. About this time?

(Po.

You got a reply, but I don't know what you're talking about, 'cause you're not Mr. Slime, are you? What's that?

Wrap it up so you can lift it without suppressing it. Disassemble and disperse that direction (vector), a little tight?

(Pum.)

No, you don't get it, do you? If you know what I mean, you're in big trouble! That's not what I'm talking about! Yes, I almost replied unexpectedly.

The problem is motion, because there is no center of gravity, the width of the motion itself needs to be predicted and suppressed.

But there's no way I can shake this dangerous thing. I guess I'll have to lift it so that it hangs from the top and pinches it from the left and right.

It is compressed without deformation and fusion, overlapping, and compressed together so that its weight and mass are not cut off while being enclosed.

(Munchkin?)

Was that? Was that questionable? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Empty your mind, throw away your clutter, and free your soul from vain fences and thoughts.

(Plump!

What? It's not like you want pudding! I'm not eating it because it's not Mr. Slime! If you eat, you'll be stuttered or you'll have a big problem! Oh, pudding on that one...

No. I have no heart, my thoughts cloud my mind, and I struggle because it's heavy, but I abandon my evil thoughts unheartedly and calm down. But when you play with that innocently, something completely innocent happens!

But the last voice seemed in a good mood, so is this good? Sounds good...... yuck! Are you starting to have a conversation? That's not the voice of the heart or anything, is it? You would definitely be a tough pervert if we were talking.

"Is it okay if I move an inch and try it? If it moves like I don't want it to, it sucks, but it's important that my heart doesn't move? Like?"

(Po!

Looks good...... who replied! Let's get back to you! Or was that the main body? Which one? No, it's not, so he's still checking to see who I'm talking to?

"Yeah. It's so good - it's easier and easier to move around. It's more comfortable than this original world custom-made thing - eh! After that, just the design, please.

Are you serious? Me, you're gonna take that worn and improve it all by yourself in the middle of the night? Boys in high school take their worn raw bras? What the hell is that fantasy? I don't care what you think. It's more of a fantasy than a metamorphosis. A boy in high school with a raw bra already worn on fantastic is going to travel to another world alone in the middle of the night! No, it's a different world here, isn't it?

Well, but surely all things in this world, that is, everything is the first time that functionality and decoration are combined and integrated into the right form. Well, to put it plainly, do you want boys in high school to lace their worn raw bras alone in the middle of the night? However, this destructive power cannot be supported by a half-cup, the body strap cannot give way to a minimum width, there are hands that cross (back) and raise the center of gravity, but if I measure again, I will die, and my soul will surely be emptied before my heart. Then the least I can do is increase the design and later reinforce it while decorating it with lace. Are you going to ~?

The last resort I used to stop that frenzied runaway vice chairman, Mr. B. It is a sealed and forbidden magic word (Goño Goño.).

"Even if I tell you to calm down, if you're settling in a full-body worm juice punch from your face, you're more scared that way, but it's time for the Others to cook, so calm down, okay? Well, you know, the Otas can cook, but when the Otas burn and the junction is broken, we're all on fire and the summer's hot, so calm down, okay? Like?"

There is no respite for another moment. I couldn't replace my stomach on my back. It was an extreme condition.

"I'll make you a bra when I get home ~? I'm already a bra with a bespoke lace ~? So let's go home ~? But before we leave, let's wash the worm juice, shall we? I mean, you're drooling out of your face, right? I already have worm juice threaded and everything sucks, so let's wash your face, shall we? Yes, it's hot water - like."

Well, he's been having trouble with his bra ever since he came to the other world, and he couldn't solve it by going to a garment workshop that he made (on purpose).

The chairman of the armor committee told me to make him again and again. It seems to be a serious problem for girls, but it's also a serious problem for boys in high school, right? And even the magic moulded sports bra created by the cramped measures couldn't support it, it runs rampant inside and moves. - That's... even if the boys in high school told me that, I'm in a lot of trouble in a lot of ways, quite seriously.

The one thing I said then, "I'll make you a bra when I get home, so let's go home" was also a sufficient problem statement when I said, "The rest is tough... I thought," Seriously, it's a lot of hard work. "And I knew it was a lot of trouble for boys in high school, and it's still a state of emergency for boys in high school.

However, I never thought that the design was so easy, there would be no technology that would fix the center of gravity and the contents without suppressing them moving, and the design itself would not work because the fulcrum portion would move even while distributing its weight. It was a big struggle because I never thought I couldn't figure it out with Mr. "Toshikawa"!

I'm telling you, Mr. Armored Committee Chairman and Mr. Slime are on the lookout, right? There's nothing wrong with you, is there? Of course, when I said that I had no idea what to do, I made a fantastic adventure into the fantasy world of high school boys about to open it up without lying or lying, but I made it real serious.

I didn't touch it because I got it blindfolded and I worked with Mr. Demon Hand. It's safe because I didn't touch it. I also got over the problems (trouble) in various places that the Demon Hand said the Demon was stroking, rubbing, and sticking (while)! Mr. Chairman, you're blindfolded with your hands, but don't open a gap in your fingers, okay? And the vice chairman, Mr. B., doesn't smile even though he's got eyes in between, does he? "Ahhh. Stop saying" or something, "okay? And Mr. Slime's asleep, okay?

"Then - please come downstairs - call me for measurements if you don't know - eh. Enjoy ~ Oh, thank you, Yuki-kun.

(Pathan.)

I left in a good mood. It was Lunlun.

And I'm going to make it down there, too. Down, down, right? If you measure down there, even your soul will be ashamed, and you're already burning up white? I feel like I'm about to get my skills "resurrected" too, huh? You think people would suck if they already had "regeneration" and "resurrection," right?

And I'm sure the girls will find out about this case in the near future, because girls have bath sororities and stuff with them every night, and the committee's all in the same room, right? And I made it because the chairman of the armoured committee wants it too, but the chairman of the armoured committee is the habitual criminal who will definitely show off and boast.... There are nineteen more.

I panned at night. And good luck, 'cause at last Mr. Armored Committee Chairman has got all the garter stockings in sexy lingerie to match up and down! Good luck with that, huh?