Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 172 Day Border Labyrinth 67F

There are walls that no man can cross. That's a stubborn wall named Common Sense painted with stereotypes, preconceptions and theories that I believed were natural.

But there are things that are different from strength. That is never acquired in training for strength alone, the worst spiciness of the otherworldly labyrinth expands in front of you, understandable at first sight over the hundreds of hearings to explain to you to know it.

"Hi-ha-ha! It's not as exciting a task as saying, and the development of noodles on the shoulder is rushed, but the ramen bothered you, didn't it? Yeah, I don't remember reading about the directions and how to make them, do I? Especially the noodles. I did need the alkaline salt from Salt Lake for dry water, but where is Salt Lake? Yeah, we don't have any information because we don't have any luck, do we? You want some?

Murimur's heart, staring silently at it, said that strength had nothing to do with strength, which would surely be engraved. And he's still a long way to go until Mr. Ramen!

The "Frogman LV67" and the others, who fly together ready to die with their hands and try to jump with desperate determination to reward their allies with a number of forces, even if the damage is done, are sprinkled with adhesive liquid at their feet, and they are simultaneously snuck and wheeled without even realizing to jump up - and their dreams and hopes are crushed by the rolling big rock, transformed into mutilated corpses with malicious conspiracy.

Yeah, the best way to break an insurmountable wall of common sense is to mix sex emperors?

"It's effective, but you're worried about the side effects, right?

"Because it's a poison by the name of a drama drug, huh?

"Instead of controlling poison with poison, because you are a vicious vice whose poison will be pathetic..."

"Haya ~? Kill ~ ren noise, strife, noise storm, elephant commotion ♪ Blade, tear?

Mumbling a song about it very normally, the daily evil deeds of doing it like a pleasant walk are trivial. I'm kind of in the mood to finally say it's time to take a light step...... its super fast rap singing what!?

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Haya, is that the death of the soldier? Like? "

"Stop mumbling that noisy song! Because with motivation, nervousness and ethics, it kind of destroys even our memories!!"

"Hey, this sounds like a song about a war-tempered mess (SoRumble.) samurai (Shit!) or something YO? Yeah, it's a war country romance, isn't it? CheckItNow?"

(Poyopo yo!?)

"" "No, I'm not! Everything is wrong!! Where did that belly Rumble samurai come from!? And don't believe Mr. Slime either!!" "

It's an experience - thoughts as a knight, a theory as an army, Theory, common sense as an ordinary person, that kind of thing breaks... if you get attacked from above with a stunned bouncing force, you put it on top with a conditional reflex, and the spicy frog men who rarely stab you with their gaze out of your feet will know how spicy it really is.

And Mr. Murimur and the others would have known the strongest meaning of seeing it and deceiving "if you are weak, you can make them weaker". Because that's the fiercest, worst catastrophic labyrinth and common sense foe that remains weak, and this is the worst tenacity in witch mountain play who says "seriously living in a world of witch mountain play and fighting the worst enemies truly is one of the mocha brains".

"Ah, that way of fighting..." "No, it wasn't even a fight..." "" It was an easy job to crush a frog... it seemed easy, didn't it? "" "No, a frog that can't jump is just a frog, and when you unravel the causal relationship between a planar frog and a planar raccoon, you can't solve the mystery of the planar world, but it hurts that the theory that you can snap your head is currently proven!! (Gazigazi) Bye! So, Mr. Slime, let's not hesitate to run away in an instant even though we've been on our heads forever!? I guess it's called an escort?

(Pull-pull to...)

Would that look like a clown comedy - the impossible outrage of the weak continuing to beat the strong, the arrogant extreme patience to say that they will kill even if they cannot win?

But my eyes are red and I'm staring at them. So I'm sure you understood, how weak and by how strong a clown can play in a hellhole beneath laughing... and that's how you get fascinated and lose common sense?

Thoroughly do what they don't like relentlessly, whether they're the ones who can win even if they fight head-on, think thoroughly about what they don't like if they make you feel like you... do it all over and kill you. There is no slight alarm or overconfidence there, because even the middle-class, who can play and unrivalled, is a vulnerable man who unilaterally kills a group of demons whose LV is already nearly double.

Yes, this is how teaching the other world to "think about how they feel and move on with what they don't like" spreads? I'm sure anyone who takes moral slogans seriously will be stunned if they come to another world.

And if I change my weapon, my horizons will expand. I fool common sense, and Master Murimur with a nail bat that I have truly received is shooting at the frog guys in full swing when they jump (rising) under his nasty guidance... yeah, it's appropriate but gross!!

"" "" Hi-ha-ha! So, this hanging voice is fun? "" "" The Mother's Day event... in the Mother's Day tragedy "Event"? "" Yeah, I think you liked the nail bat a lot, too, huh? "" Do you want me to give you that, too? "" You already have a ribbon on you... but it's bloody? "Well, it's a path for everyone." "The question is, how far can you restore common sense?"

The way we fought changed. How to fight without complacency about strength, not beating strength with strength...... and hiccup -?

"So the next thing you know, it's the right way to defeat Mr. Bat, right?

"" "" Yes, thank you!

And deceived and deceived.

"Yeah, Mr. Bat's in the ceiling first, huh?

"" "" Yes!

"So it's just an easy job to walk through the ceiling and bump, and if you run downstairs, throw a net and you're done? Yeah, why do we all think so hard?

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And he finally understood. Aren't you grisly up against a weak but strong enemy, a worse evil than a strong demon?

"Yeah, that face broke down stereotypes, didn't it?" "I made Mr. Snake" Hud "'s mass sonic (trumpet) attacks solemnly so that his common sense wouldn't break too much?" "" Oh, because that orchestral bolero is epic, "" Well, you don't know what it means to hang an ultrasonic attack on Mr. Bat, do you? "" "" Yeah, I didn't want to know either! "" "I mean, my mothers finally gave me the jitsu eye..."

I'm sure Mr. Murimur was stronger than anyone else. The Murimurs have gained faith in their strength, which is the pride of those who have fought with their lives at stake. But no matter how strong you are, it's true strength to survive and kill... we were taught that by Angelica and the others, we don't need a tragic hero, we can't save anything if we die, so survive.

So this is MothersDay, the strength of survival that Merrimeri and the others wanted to tell their mothers.

"" "" Hi-ha-ha!

Gift from daughters to mothers turning crashed bats into ground beef 'mince' with nail bats. It's a dangerous world, the expression of my daughter's love for her mother, Message, who wants me not to die.

"No, you're not, are you? That's a thoughtful" Hi-ya-ya-ya-ya-yay!! "What is it?

Yeah, I figured you'd be fatally wrong about choosing the leader Messenger?

"" "" Hi-no-no!! ""

Yeah, 'cause I just feel like "MothersDay in Bloody Paint" smiling over ground beef "Minch" sounds like a tragic case? Uh...... iihannashidanar?