Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day the Neighborhood Demon Forest

The depressed and lush forest is covered in darkness and equals no vision, only the sound of treading soft soil in the dark of ignorance, the slight rubbing of the leaves, the signs of swinging air, and the pressed exhalation make you feel present.

The number of vibrations felt from the foot covered in a heavy shaft behind the back is 3, but only one person feels little sign.

I can't hear him treading on a dead branch, and the invisible guy used to the darkness chooses the shadow of the tree, moving and approaching.

The air is heavy as lead and only your breathing is loud to the nearer signs that you are likely to reach it.

A silver glow that reflects brilliance on a leaky day of wood shooting from a flash of clouds, a thick body on a low back, an unpleasant raw odor exhale, and an ugly face. It's a Goblin.

This is the hell of the endless land, the monster ruling and nightmare dense forest.

A dark nightmare with breath-taking dark magic vegetables and intense tree scents.

Grandpa's hometown neighborhood is more horrible than listening, and the experience he's had as an adventurer crumbles away.

The sword wind and slaughter pass in front of his face, retreating on his right foot. But we lost our escape to signs of simultaneous movement. The power of the beast and the worst enemies with evil intelligence.

A goblin who's supposed to have a stick has a sword, which means he took it from the adventurer... which means it's a superior species.

The darkness of dense forests beyond man's sight, the trees become walls, and the twigs and tall grasses are intertwined to replace the trap.

Pay your sword as you retreat, explore the signs while securely holding only your feet, if you meet a demon, that's a disadvantage, hurry away from the realm of demons is the basics. If you can't see it, you just have to pull it in and let it slash, believe in armor and stab it wrong.

So if you want a place that can't be packed while you're surrounded, and you don't keep moving with the tree on your back, you won't even get away with it.

Step on with your feet taken by the mud and concentrate on the surrounding sounds with a faster heartbeat and suppressed breath. My people are worried, and I'm back at the border instead of Grandpa, something I'm gonna die of here.

But these guys are smart. Aim nasty behind you and aim at your feet from the blind spot. If you get hit in the leg, you're done, which is why you don't stop your leg. Take advantage of the reach and let go of the intermission.

I didn't know you were going to try to surround the demons, be invited and dispersed and pushed... I don't even know if my people are safe, but this one sucks before I look for them.

If you are drunk by fear, the sounds of your fantasy will disturb your mind, the intense heartbeat will become a murmur and the signs will be clouded with deep woods and you will rely on calm to judge in the confusion. Wrong time is death.

You met a maid in a dark forest with a little bit of damage, but different vitality, a breakdown in strength and concentration? The white apron of the black costume (dress) flicks, slashing and tearing the demon away like a whirlwind.

"I'll take the place, stay back!

Its out-of-place black and white clear costumes and hand-held bamboo and dust removal, and cute sides stare into the darkness.

"It's a two-digit LV, superior species!

"Goblin leader, confirm! I'll clean it!

"" "Roger!" "

Your daughters run away with darkness illuminating their brilliance, flashing simultaneously from the strong - sitting still. It seemed to be completely surrounded at some point when there was a subsequent demon.

And it seems that the balance of destiny from death to life changed my inclination, hearing my fellow voices from behind and losing my strength.

"Dongo, are you all right!

"You too, are you all right?"

It's also a maid of honor to treat an injured companion, that costume (or so) is the lower organization of the border's largest organization, "Pretty Wife," "Pretty Daughter," - lucky for you, if you mistakenly saw "Pretty Wife" as an oak in that dark fear, you wouldn't have had a life.

"Are you okay with the injury? We'll open a breakthrough, keep going to the city."

"Oh, I'm sorry, thank God."

A giant sickle blade pops out of the swinging swing and wipes out the goblins that were gathering. And when I couldn't stop looking at it, I swayed my long skirt and took the dust out of my hand and put it in my skirt.

"Billboard!?"

"I'll break through, please follow me. I'll go!"

Turning it into a big shield-like sign, it forcefully jumps the siege of the goblins with a shield bash from the acceleration caused by the movement of the handsome feet.

It's like the ancient legend, "The Dancing Shield Dance Princess," where the signs groan and the goblins are blown up - the letter "White Weird" written big on the sign, this girl is the border sign girl (sweeper). She guarded the sleepovers of the brunette exterminators and she was a sign girl on the border.

Billboards and dresses dance endlessly, pathetic to the wind rambling and a dash slashes and rips the darkness.

Right, you did. My grandfather left the border, lost his town, lost his house, lost his family and wandered all the way to a small town in the kingdom. And there he worked naked and consistently powdered himself to create a new family. Still, he passed away saying he wanted to return to the periphery one day.

He risked his life to help me, he wanted to reward the white freak who helped the city people by himself, he lived and worked hard hoping that was all, but his wish didn't come true.

That's why I became an adventurer and came to the border to return a little favor that my grandfather had been helped. I tried so hard to give back to a hero who had fought the monster flood alone... but still wanted to fulfill Grandpa's wish that the life he saved would be here, and now we'll protect him.

Costumes dance on black and white, signs engraved with the names of white freaks appear, and the demons are scattered like storms--Grandpa, rest assured. What the white freak protected was taken over by the border (here).

Like the white freak Grandpa kept admiring and thanking, everyone who was helped by the white freak is protecting the border. But... no one's going to stick that name in there, are they?