Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 237 Morning City of Omui

As the clown's name suggests, play witch mountain games and laugh.

A comedy filled with smiles on a happy boulevard.

A grand legal spiral that plays and cheats that it's already a tragedy and other street art.

Black hindsight splashing happiness with laughter and cheating "troublesome," "oh I don't like it".

Those who do not know the labyrinth There do not know.

Um, what does it mean to be a clown who can play the labyrinth and play witch mountain games?

Only those who saw it in the labyrinth "There" know.

Um, laughing like a blaze at the bottom of the labyrinth and breaking it.

The eyes of the beholder shake.

My heart is filled with admiration and pity, praise and penance, vision and fear, apology and gratitude.

"Hey, this is an important part for ultra-precision weighing, not a waste, and I thought I'd make a new one because the precision equipment Takeru made that way was ruthlessly destroyed and destroyed behind the inn and a pile of scales of debris was made? Yeah, why would they destroy it if they misrilled it!?" "" "That's a defective product!" "" Yeah, no good numbers at all, right? "" It was a new concept for defective products!? "" "Waste, waste, waste!" "" And I felt conscious before I weighed my willingness to break it... no, it's nothing!

Now an unnamed bard.

But I went as a warrior, and watched at the bottom of the Great Labyrinth of the Elf Forest.

That's a sad story that's not even made into poetry.

It was a punishment for the cowards, who sacrificed their broken children.

That's a horrible thought that doesn't make you a hero Tan.

That was a story that couldn't even be poemed, a glow of arrogant souls that couldn't be told in words.

"No, you used to call yourself a doctor, and you said weight control was important, and you cheated on your personal feelings, and you sold supplements, right?" "" "Yeah, I think I should kill you, huh?" "" Direct Attack "direct attack on your doctor, not your weight! Did you have that hand?!?" "It exists because you see it, and it doesn't exist unless you see it. In terms of impracticality, the weight of the maiden is always non-existent." "That's why numerous scales were destroyed!? But rustic in reality, it feels too much to see because they remain visible to the eye... Bye, my eyes - my eyes!" "" "Rustic reality theory, torn!" "" No, the fact that my eyeballs were about to be torn!! "" "" If you're an epistemologist, you should destroy your perception! "" "No, the real scale is being destroyed, right? Yeah, do you want the airship to float?" "(Pulp!) (GUG!!) (GAOGAO!?) (((((…!!)))))

Thousands of heroes Tan and hundreds of millions of tragic poems whilst happiness that cannot be turned into poems travel through the city.

Smiling eyes continue to follow as they sing praises behind them.

Its dazzling stare of unspoken praise continues to expand like a

That the only thing in its eyes is the truth about this world.

Keep looking far to worship, dazzling the clown who plays and deceives.

"No, 'cause it feels like I saw... hey, my eyes! My eyes... Ha, my weight is in mega-units... yaaaaaaaaaaaa!" "" "I don't have bad eyes!" "" "In the end, the approximate total weight is recalculated when you can float the airship...... the Black Eppelin is in danger!" "I can't help it if it's total weight...... I'm not fat though?" "Yeah, I haven't changed either, but you don't have a choice of total weight," "Ah, me and me," "I'm willing to blame someone else, but then the mysterious weight difference killer is in the airship! Flagged. A high school detective deduces, but she can't weigh in, so there's a bunch of over the culprit Orient weight concealment cases rolling up to the passenger, not the detective... and whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "" "Don't weigh it. I'm telling you!" "" Maiden's top secret! "" Normally, I would designate the measuring person as the most important confidential!? "(Poyopoyo) (Gagaga) (GOGO) (((((…])))

A talented bard can't even be a poem.

But I know the eyes of the people of the city who will drop them off.

Only the smiles of those waving children will honor the unsung hero Tan.

Yes, it can't even be a song - because this place is still in the middle of nowadays.

Woohoo, that's a whole business obstruction to the bard. Because it's noisy, and this is a story that can't even be poetry.