Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 242 Morning Border Omui City Inn White Weird

unnecessary visitors to prepare for the morning journey. Clear discomfort in the mess...... assassin.

"No, of the hemp footbag, you don't walk, you go with your horse, right? Yeah, well, I forgot my airship again, didn't I?" "" "" Who was talking about hemp footbags! "" "Yeah, I'll assassinate you a little more seriously!?" "Yeah, the city folks are dancing, so stop avoiding Saturday Night Fever!" "Ah, Mr. Sharicelles is traumatized at Fever!" "Twist those awesome serial strikes..." "Yeah, that's the perfect twister and spiral." "The assassins are dancing, right?" "To the Bup or Jave...... Stroll (STROLL). Oldies to the Rockabilly, right?" "" "Ah, so Mr. Assassin is twirled around, turning his eyes and saying hello?" "" "" "Yeah, you're working on it with a fling!

Precision "simple" to capture and kill defenseless moments. Unlike assassins who use murder as a means of intelligence, killers who do nothing but kill for their purpose and means… so simply "frightened" … should be?

"-!" "Eh... straw depressing in the morning" "But this is a real assassin not even an intelligence or operative. You're a killer," "while dodging that on a duckwalk, letting him hang his leg and fall... sounds like fun, huh?" "Yeah, if I did, I'd have a chase cossack dance!" (Pulp) (Gg) (Gaogao) (((((…]))))

Targeting is a deadly special, a series of attacks that destroy and kill the shortest distance with the fastest possible action. But that indefensible void is not void. The whole truth looks like a void and a trap, void and truth are both void and true. The city on the border is the mysterious ballroom Dance Hall, and who's playing Chuck Berry's hefty metal unfolding song from Back to the Future Arrangement!?

"Wow, when all that's decided on the counter, it sounds like you're going in and self-destructing yourself, doesn't it?" "Why don't you ask her out and then disappear?" "Yeah, you're totally manipulated, put on and danced."

Yes, dodging is an attack, so reacting or not makes no sense anymore. The trunk bends and stretches, so it's dangerous to stick it in there, right? Yeah, and... there's no point in lying or being true if that truth is released, back to back.

"The more specialized it is, the simpler it is, the more precise and brittle it is to be sharpened," "" "Ahhh, the stronger it is, the better it goes, right?" "" Yeah, but those gossip claps are for a twist, and they're going around more than usual! "(Poyopoyo) (Gasps!) (GOGO]) (((((...?

'Cause you bet your life and death on a half dozen critical stretches or the other way around, and you're gonna hit the Royal Straight Flash with a nine lotus treasure lamp by saying it's a big win? Yeah, is that just an anomaly "cheat"?

"Hello, is that...!" "No way, Black Brigade... because you mean it." "But it's not thunderbolt!!" "You know... give me thunderbolt? I don't know! Who the hell is Ninglo?!?" (PURPLE!?) "No, I don't know, even in English classes." Do you know where Taro is? "You know where Taro is?" So if I felt right and called the police immediately, I'd be in trouble. Yeah, was that just a horror development? "" "" Don't ask English in such a profound way!? "" Yeah, if it was horror, I'd be scared to read more English textbooks. Hey! "" "Why worry about Taro, who the hell is that!?" "No, that dark English textbook (forbidden book) sucked at the relationship between brothers, parents, children and classmates Mike and John, plus his sister, wife and mother Mary intertwining complicated and strange relationships!?" "" Yeah, it was out a lot, but there was no theory of the same person!? "" (GUG!) (Gaogao!!)

Yeah, don't decipher complicated blood-derived secrets from English textbooks, huh? And don't forget Mr. Tom, okay?

"The Imperial Ten Knights' Black (Shadow). The Sanctioned Knights, or the Dark Side," "It's not a killing group that lurks, just kills well." "I mean, Tom paints Michael's picture on the screen on the boy John. He said it's a Jonesy group!?" "" "That's the Japanese translation of what situation of any group!" "" Yeah, you're a bunch of kids who don't seem to show up for the rest of their lives!? "" No, I don't know if they're all shaving their heads. "" I mean, Mr. Jones said he was bald with Mr. John's plural? "" "" Remember our name before we give the killer his own name!! "" And maybe not even Mr. Jackson, so don't make him a thriller dancer! "(((((…])))

Not a hidden assassin, but a combat group specializing in interpersonal annihilation specializing in killing. Precise wasteless movement and collaboration like that forged machine... I'm sure you don't think it's for thriller dancing? Yeah, because the Demons don't have to join us, do they?

"You've kind of gotten better at the city folks... thriller dancing?" "" "Yeah, you hated the performance of turning around in order without a meeting!" "" The poor, elegant, entertaining, and unaware of dancing at the festival... getting so good "" Yeah, but I'm seriously scared of your wives haka (kapa o pango)!! "" "" It was a level of fear that the blackened assassins (all-black) would run off to me first (One of the One)!

But the assassins are frightened by their wives' scrum... no more! Yeah, the small city, which has changed a long time, has grown bigger without even clamping the prototype anymore... and beyond a situation where fantasy is already hopeless, and vice versa, half unrealistic? Why do you start walking all over the city all at once, what kind of street mess is that!?

"" "Yeah, it's a fantasy I don't know!" "" People, high performer power!? "" Also, there's a weird reputation for the periphery "of us"... "" "" No, it's not even a reputation because it's in front of you in reality, is it? "" "Yeah, Mr. Meriere is turning away from reality, he's got distant eyes!?" (Poyopoyo ") (Gaga") (GOGO ") ((((((…))))

Is that a drop off, or the assassins are crisp in a city where people from the city were gathered dancing with horses and little elephants and strange plants... The Demons are pulling a dong. Yeah, it wasn't possible to be repelled in this city by demons and ghosts, was it? Yeah, it takes that kind of weirdness to be treated as a different person in this city, doesn't it?