Makai Hongi

○ 2 x Golan

"So what do we do now?

I don't have a plan.

"How can we get out of here in the first place?

I don't think I know either.

Check the current situation.

This is a white place, a place like nowhere else.

I don't even know how I got in.

Of course I have no idea how to get out of this.

"Why don't we just move?"

"Right."

We walk all the time.

Walk.

And walk.

"... hey, me. We walked pretty well, didn't we? I mean, how much time did you have?

"I don't know. You don't get hungry, you don't get tired, you don't get sleepy."

"Still, it's been a few days."

I'm not sure how much time has passed, but I think I've moved enough that the date has changed a few times.

"Right. We don't even talk to each other anymore."

We used this time to exchange information.

But I've run out of that stuff, too.

I'm just walking silently right now.

My conversation with me doesn't last that long in the first place.

When you say that your soul is different, you somehow feel like you're talking to yourself, so you don't need to talk anymore.

Does this kind of thing resemble each other, it's strange.

"... hmm?

"Oh, I'm aware"

Earlier, there's something going on.

I was tired of a world that had never changed before.

We didn't even check with each other, and we headed there.

"Is this... a hole?

"That's a hole. And what? The bottom of the hole rolls a vortex."

"What do you think?

"Exit... doesn't look like it"

Inside the hole, it looks like a giant whirlpool of washing machines.

Instead of washing things, the white tongue is being sucked in more and more.

I looked more like I remembered.

"I could tell by this nostalgic feeling, sensation. That's the world of demons."

"The Demon Realm? Is that the Demon Realm we live in?

The demonic world is like the end of the century where the battle never stops.

Not in the washing machine.

"I can't say it well, but through here, it's the demon world. Maybe I'll just find out."

"Hmm... you may sometimes find it to be the soul of the Auga tribe. Does that mean this hole is the exit?

"A passage to the demonic world rather than an exit?

I live with my senses, so it seems difficult to explain.

"Fair enough. If you jump in here, you're in the demon world. I don't feel comfortable jumping into the vortex."

"I guess... but you believe me?

Stupid question.

"That's my word. I'm determined to believe you."

"It's this vortex. Aren't you scared?

"I don't know. I'm afraid to jump, but that's not because you don't believe in me. I just don't like jumping in from a purely high place."

But doing this doesn't start.

"All right, I'll jump in first. If it's dangerous, don't jump in. Find another way. At that time, ask for the body."

"Silly. You've decided to jump in with me. It's dangerous, it's dangerous, but me and I are one heart... no, we're two hearts."

I'm not afraid to die if I'm with him.

That's all the experience I've had with you.

"Well... then let's jump in together, Seoul Brother"

"Whoa. Living and dying together, Soul Brother."

Me and I put our shoulders together and jumped into the hole.

The white tongue became like a sticky tri-mochi, wrapped around my body.

Feet or torso...... and head, face.

But my vision was taken away, and I had a distant old dream.

"Hold on... That's my boy. No guns."

It is the dojo who stands. Still young.

A lean, and consequently unhealthy face and body, but the fruit, the flesh, is forged to the extreme.

The dojo owner walked everywhere all day in his torso.

Ever since I became a mentor, I've been dressed up and gobbled up, so this is what I was dressed for when I was still active.

I saw a familiar view.

It's a festival nightclub. Besides, it seems to be somewhere in the country off the road.

Textilers under my feet...... I don't know if it looks like a gorotzki, a chimp or a yakuza, but it looks like it is falling.

I totally remember this scene.

Some kid made a scene when the textiles were the bad guys winding up pennies from the kids.

It was anything back then. Adults and children.

I guess the textiles were also stars at the kid's bullshit and what to listen to.

He was chasing the kids around and feeding them one iron fist sanction after another.

I happened to be nearby. I got involved too... I fought back before I did, and I was suddenly returned.

"Yes, that's regrettable, try again..."

I guess I wasn't even ten back then.

Stuck by a bunch of yakuza crooks and wore them out.

They lost their minds. The dojo owner found them trying to chase me.

And then, as the scene suggests, I realized that that was the first time I had ever respected a dojo owner.

Until then, it was the perception of 'I'm a naughty old man and a friend of my mother's'.

That was elevated to 'Awesome Strong Old Man'.

From that day on, I became seriously archaic...

"If you're serious, will you be my inner disciple? That son could be something."

I wasn't sure, but I admitted it in two replies.

There is only one condition for being an inside disciple.

"What I teach you is moves you can't use in a game. So don't use it in public. You're going to kill them when you use them."

Along with such noisy conditions, I learned a lot that I would never tell you just inside the dojo.

I was wondering.

I learn, "Where do you use it!" A bunch of moves I think.

It was a heartfelt wonder what a noisy thing to make you learn.

"You didn't think that would live here. A cylon horse."

A dojo owner with unlikely exceptional moves and developed a wide variety of secret moves.

I'm a lazy bastard.

Thanks to that guidance, I was brought to life in the demon kingdom.

"The sword, in particular, was taught in memory"

Beginning with ancient Japanese martial arts, the Great Swordsmanship seems like a place to swing.

Ha ha. Little swordsmanship like poking a steeple with a single blow.

My sword, which I learned there, is still breathing in me.

"... hmm? It's a ceiling I don't know."

This time it is the ceiling of the tent, but it is the one called style beauty.

"Dear Goran, you noticed."

I heard a voice in my ear.

"Rig. You... shrunk."

Tightened up. The rig got tiny.

"Play. Master Goran has grown."

"Huh? Me?

When I woke up my upper body, my vision was strangely high.

My body is light as long as I've been asleep.

When I get up, the ceiling of the tent is low.

The entrance is also narrower.

"... not, are you sure I've grown up?

"That's right. I was very surprised when I suddenly grew taller and more thick."

Compared to the rig, I know very well.

She is about 1.5 times taller.

"I... what happened to me?

"Probably, but I was wondering if it had evolved... it just seemed to have evolved into a body I didn't know"

Evolved? Me?

Speaking of which, you said it would evolve as you defeated the top.

But the Auga have evolved to the Heioga.

"I'm hungry."

The moment I said that, my stomach made an amazing noise.

"I'll be ready in a minute."

"Please. Wow, I'm hungry. I'm starving to death."

"Immediately!"

The rig ran from the tent.

He is a deputy who can do just that.

And me.

"What have you evolved into?

When I thought so, that came to mind unexpectedly.

- Sounds good.