Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 125, morning, on the streets of Omui.

The sound of the bells - - the holy and majestic standing, the scarlet and pure white outfits that walk in pure and clear succession divinely down the boulevard, the dark-haired princesses dressed in red and white witch outfits and the dazzling beauties of their companions also go down the street in elegance and cleanliness. The people of the city just see, fascinated by its appearance, just admire the beautiful march swallowed by the solemnity of extraordinary divinity isolated from everyday life.

Soul Festival - - a liturgy of prayer for those scattered in the tragedy and misery of the border, and of gratitude for the dead as a duty of the survivors who have been the basis of happy days.

It's a festival. It was the Soul Relief Festival, the ritual of mourning and thanking the many people who built the present, who must do so before laughing and singing and dancing, and who said that Meri Father should be the first to do so in the planning of the festival where the border was enriched.

It was both a festival last time and a solace festival, but I ended up having a hard time getting ready because of all the waste my good old man wanted to do properly ritualistically, right? I mean, why is there a "festival" in the grocery store's internal job order! Well, we made a lot of money getting permission to work on the river for the price, but we had a hard time getting ready, didn't we? Yeah, there was also a "canal" in the grocery store's order for an inside job, right? That's horrible!

Yeah, I had a pretty hard time. The biggest problem was this ritual. He doesn't like the church way. The neighborhood, betrayed and abandoned by the Church, goes hand in hand with the nascent Church, but it was only a matter of losing the future and entrusting rituals to the widows. Oko is good, but there is no religion outside the church, if it's a soul festival to do it on its own, it needs a liturgy to show that much respect.

So, there are two things I can do, first of all, how to perform in the ritual of your witch dance daughter, who serves the goddess of the beginning of the Old Church, except she dedicates three days and three nights of soul dance, and the costume was nice and horny, but the girls rejected it. So, they said they wanted to do it in the rituals of our country, but the girls said they didn't like Ni, so they became witches and decided on a seminary form of ritual.

I paint a peach color on my eyes on white paint, red "be" on my lips, mysterious, fantastic beauty and solemn standing walking in a witch costume, letting a clear, seemingly clean air that nobody thinks was making a fuss with a hot dock in my munchkin mouth until I changed into a very witch outfit... yeah, you're a fraud!

When I worship the Spirit, I make a jade skewer-style rectangle describing the vast names of people who have died from the family registry so far, and because of the large number of branches attached to it, it is also seven-year-old, but in the spiritual experience of witch outfits, I deceive and queue to dedicate myself to a shrine made within the church of the old orphanage, and everyone bows their heads and mumbles thanks and souls as they pray because they know there are family and friends' names there.

I'm sure there's too much I want to tell you, and if I remember, I'm going to be crushed by memories, and I'm sure there's nothing I can do about the grief I lost, so I'll tell you my prayer thanks.

Orphans in infants walking ringing bells are also queuing for good children, ringing once for one step and twice for the second. Only the sound of a ringing bell sounds quietly into the city.

Rituals are just forms let alone fake rituals, but people's thoughts are real and their sadness, loneliness, love and gratitude are divine because everything is real. It doesn't matter where anybody says or what God says, it doesn't even respond to this thought ritual or ritual. It's just a godly name. There's nothing for a small, snug, pitiless god of vessels, just deliver it to a god who can take people's heartfelt thoughts. If not, religion can only be harmful, then it's much better to do it without God.

Quietly and slowly, but neatly and solemnly, with the sound of the bells, mourning, prayer and gratitude, the fake turns into a real divine matter... no, when a real celebration or something is translated into a different world language, it can be a religious war, right? It would be much better if there were no name for God to denigrate each other and hate each other, because prayer should reach the God to be delivered. Well, can't you just refuse to send it to Grandpa?

People cry as they worship according to a quiet and majestic queue, and follow behind, with people from all over the city lining up ahead of Father Meri and Mr. Murimuri. Mr. Merrimeri and his princess and daughter are joined by witches, and they do witches for the festival, too, Mr. Murimuri. Well, anything would have been better if I had thoughts, tens of thousands of times more than just a fine ritual dressed without feelings or thoughts.

Yeah, anything but my mysterious outfit, huh? Why is it so Yin and Yang Master to say God, the difference in hunting clothes is still Mr. Slime in the Uchi hat? Mr. Slime is included in my costume!? I'm walking close to the center of a line of witches with a straight knife treasure knife for service in my hand... Yeah, I didn't hear that, did I?

When did I ever make you measure a costume like this? Why is it the right size? Yeah, I don't think I should care about it for some reason.

With Luo Shen's eyes, he checks his surroundings and flies his point of view. It is time for the rows to swell so close to their limits. But Shicha, if you think there's a bunch of people crying, they're doomed villagers, and the parents and grandparents of the billboard daughter... the thoughts are deeper than anyone else because they died and survived at once with their home, family and friends. Could it be that the white freak would end up being served as the white freak's name because he shouldn't have known his name!? That's a bullying problem!

The queue continues through a long birdhouse that lasts only a few of the doomed villages and towns, the sobbing voice that pushed them to death and the sinking facade march, I guess everyone knows the name of one or so of the towns and villages carved into the birdhouse... yeah, it was more of a night out than I thought!

Step-by-step, step by step to match the sound of the tin cane bell, with the memories of the deceased, the spiritual sending of the peripheral stream we walk with. Hidden in their hearts without a place to worship until now, they are worshipped by a small hill overlooking a city that has been made happy in peace, where many of the people who only leave their names in the roster stacked at the consulate sleep. Yeah, it was plain hard to build a hill on the plains!

If it were meant to be, the stairs would walk the edge, because the center is God's passage. So let us walk in the center, because these spirits will be the gods of this shrine, it is these spirits who have kept connecting and protecting the borders that no one has protected until today. So it's these people who are good for God to get out of Shigeru and go through this middle?

There will be no cleanliness or dirt in the land of the periphery, which is called a dirty land and is actually covered in magic. If there is a god who is complaining about it, who worships those who were born in this land and died in this land, God is more forbidden to enter and dispose of the spirits. If there is such a god, it is the unclean, filthy Injury.

The stone lanterns that surround the cobblestones are inscribed with the names of all the towns and villages that are now there, where all the borders have been and still are. Strictly unseen, the march of pure white and red "Don't Give Me" arrives at the main hall, and Meri Father - and Murimuri serve the roster and put up the egg skewers... Yeah, it only looks like the New Year's Eve, but not if you care! Yeah, dedicate yourself and worship a straight knife. And when I bow my head deeply, everyone continues to imitate it... not as a courtesy or anything. Just heartfelt thoughts. Uh, the straight knife bears the name of the border... omoi? Uh, I carved something, didn't I? There are about thirty failures when the names are different, the names are confusing! Omni? No, that wouldn't be a good one! What is it, well, it's carved? You sure about that?

Solemn but mysterious and majestic but phantom beauty. As I convey my gratitude, condolences and unspoken thoughts of the universe, where the witch devotes her dance with the sound of a tine ringing bell... Yeah, my thought of parallax was rejected, right? I was thinking eighteen avenues because I thought it would be easy for people on the border to remember... actually, it's sealed as the nineteenth of illusions and there's zero!?

It's like a dance of the unseen that connects the world to the afterlife, a dance of devotion that connects the world between life and death and gracefully dances to the unseen, mourning and giving thoughts to the dead neighbor.

Ten fingers and tentacles slap and scratch the strings, accompanied by a w-neck mysterious instrument of biwa and harp. Even the light hand method from tapping is not enough, so the tentacle hand method rings, and the harmonics of the six-string harp and the biwaki "About the Biwa" tremble the air majestically in the illusion distance, sounding the shaking tone on the chalking. Yeah, I'm glad you've been practicing air guitar all day, huh?

Dance ─ representing the phantom beauty that is not present in the world to dance, Ya "Miyabi" costume clean with a quiet and truly mature look on the face... I had meaty cheeks in the morning, but makeup seriously makeup!? White painted skin, red and eyeshadow with pearls and a face with thin and cheeks on it is still the beauty of the fantasy world... don't be afraid of the makeup skills of the bitches!!

Scarlet brightly cleansed her eyes. It was poisonous to the eyes, Mr. Chairman of the Armored Committee. The minisca witch clothes were wonderful and admirable and touching and indulgent, but today we dance fantastically long and dancing like a goddess manifested in clarity and mystery, I'm sure we dedicate our thoughts of the soul to dancing to distant old friends.

The fantastic dance is over and the advancing Meri Father speaks...... so that he lives and speaks to the ancestors of the periphery in a cordial manner so that he can tell and hear the long history and memories that he has made so many characters but heavily and sincerely put his memories and thoughts on the words to everyone. I can't, I'm talking hard, that one, but I guess I'm trying hard to be dignified...... yeah, if someone I don't know sees, they might look great? Costumes and character making are important.

And Murimuri, dressed in witch clothes, explains two beats and two salutes, and teaches prayer to the neighborhood... The coin box was rejected, and I was able to put it aside with the proper "Love change for the underprivileged greats" written on it!? The festival and the building are more than happy with the change in cash because the price is a royalty payment?

But is this outfit somehow inexorable? Above all, let's continue to the ball, and Ota Moga, who just happened to have left me and fled, will catch me later and force me to convert it into a spirit, Mita Occasion, and seal it in the ground, which will never sneak up on God alone.

There are queues of god tags and pictorial horses sold by chick witch orphan daughters and desirable orphans, and they are sold to fly amulets and talismans. Religion is profitable, and amulets and talismans from different worlds come with "skills"? Yeah, the painting horse is just a board... well, the god tag is just a piece of paper... make money?

And since it's getting dark, the stores and stalls start where the darkness and atmosphere have come out, where the witch who lit the lanterns quietly aligns and lights the stone lanterns around. Time to put your thoughts to tears in the past is over, time to laugh in gratitude for your present happiness... that's more than anything else to comfort the heart of the Spirit. Yeah, the inn cost sucks if you don't make money here!

The name of the shrine is Ancient Rinhua "Angelica" shrine. It is the name of the ancient goddess of war who leads the ancestors of the border and sleeps on the border... I am well awake, but let's keep quiet.

But if it's kanji, it's a medium DQN name and the pain is...... no, it's nothing. I mean, that's a demon bow, and it's a demon-paying bow, so you can't shoot a servant just a little demon-handed, can you? Yeah, who the hell turned the whole demon bow into a broken castle bow, Barista? No, you don't have to answer. It's the Others. It's always a prospect. Yeah, I told you to build a demon arrow that could defeat the Imperial Castle! You're too big to sell! Wow, I really need an Exorcism Effect "Skill" talisman...... magic defense is disabled! Something, that's a little different!

"Yeah, the cotton candy is sold for sale and the fox face is sold... did you make that raccoon face? What the heck, little raccoon... yah! No bloodshed in the shrine's territory, no whining, no whining?

When I stuck the cotton candy in your mouth, it seemed to sedate, was it possessed by the rough spirits as well... No, it's the animal "Here's the Colour" Spirit, huh? Evil Raccoon, disperse!

"Good luck, Mr. Yao. You haven't slept... uh, you haven't slept only if you mean sleep, have you?

"Um, I'm not sleepy at all, but I'm just sleepy, so I'm actually perfectly fine with my suspicions that it might even be a" hee-hee "and" hikikomori "hidden skill, right?

Over there, the children and Mr. Slime in the ukulele hat are rushing around to buy stalls. I mean, if I hadn't missed my eye, my surroundings were full of witches! Oddly enough, when you wear makeup, it's colorful, glossy, and you have trouble with the place of your eyes, or it's close!

"I kind of miss it even though it's totally different"

"I wonder why there's even a couple of Shinraku-yaki raccoons with Cesar and Inari mixed in with a dog and a lion?

"Ah, your father and mother so that little raccoons don't miss you...... Ghaaaaaaaaaa! You'll bleed, my head will bleed, not from my gums!

Yeah, I don't think you're drowsy while the little raccoon's got your head on you, do you? I want a raccoon skill on my hat.

"Are you kidding me? The stone statue is meant for my father and mother!?"

"In the end, it took Yukikun a long time to write all the service bills because he couldn't remember people's names."

"Why do you forget to ask when you can photograph from a book in an instant! How can you go all wrong!

"But everyone seems to have fun."

"Master Melotosum was crying, wasn't he?

"It was the sorrow of your father or your clan, so the ritual of soul relief to those who could not be properly mourned..."

"Yeah, I'm sure he's happy."

"Yes, you have to be happy."

"That served straight sword was awesome. Hey, is that a sacred magic overlay?

"Uh, some kind of spiritual experiment was forced to be created with sacred skills, wasn't it? We were all overwhelmed by a clean intimidation!

"It must have turned out to be insane because people who made it out of only clean skills are abnormal."

"Hey, let's capture someone fierce little raccoon without normally talking to the public! Yeah, it hurts, doesn't it?

"Kids seem happy too" (gloriously activated through!

"Kids need to enjoy the festival - oh, God!" (Continue through magnificently!

"Or Kamazaki-kun, is that it?" (Gorgeously take over through!

"Uh, is the oddly adorable statue of the goddess Oda you guys?" (Gorgeously through?

"Even the army men... to the first division, to the Kingsguard?" (Gorgeously through today?

"Shit, fight divine! ……

The silent air is lively, silent prayer turns to laughter and ascends to heaven to convey the happiness of the periphery. So Soul Festival, that's why it's a festival.

The bonfire is set on fire and lit by flames and the witch's clothes are swayed, at the end of the day offering a dance of gratitude from the border. And spirited in the river and dissolved, the festival will continue through the night...... quite a bit of sake sold out claiming to be kamikaze? That's an extra import!

If you look closely at it, it's the sisters at the grocery store who wear proper witch clothes but sell alcohol, and the amulets and talismans are the sisters at the reception of the guild... you're a merchant soul!

Yukata is sold, and many people are dressed and dressed. Well, I find it romantically questionable that the group fan "Wow" is all adorable paintings... well, the high school girls tearing at the sight of nostalgia, if your mouth didn't have sauce or mayonnaise on it, it would have been sad and adult...

Looks like Murimuri Witchhead is taking the nanny, daughter witches and orphans home, well, the toddlers are going to sleep, right? Ha ha. You must be tired for a minute, it must have been good to bring you to the border because you can laugh and play until you're exhausted.

I've had a lot going on in the last four months. You don't solve one thing, you don't make progress on one thing, but you're laughing, okay? But is a witch a good thing to raid stalls and go around and keep eating and selling out? Yeah, even if it was faded, it just seemed to look at me, now the baking lady I want is dancing and eating!? Looks like the makeup red "Bebe" has turned into the filling "Amen"! Yeah, this evening and I'm sorry... you don't seem to have any spiritual experiences!