Makai Hongi

The room I was put through was quite splendid.

There were already five figures ahead.

On the contrary, there's nobody else.

Beautiful sturdy in the center is probably Yamato.

He is a brilliant man with a windy style with his hair behind him.

There are two strong old men on the left and right.

Whoever led me left graciously.

I mean, there's only six of us here, including me.

"I am called the original Yamato. You can call me whatever you want, but my men are loud. I was wondering if you'd call me that."

"Okay. I decide to call you Master Yamato, the original ancestor. I'm late. My name is Goran."

I tried to speak as peacefully as possible.

The truth is, I tried to hit him the minute I saw his face, but I weighed it myself out of the pressure around me.

Or the side that's suddenly about to strike is consolidating its sides.

They're going to turn it off before they hit me.

Apparently, these neighbors. They don't like me.

"Quick, but who are you?

With a soft voice, Yamato has asked.

I'm like, "?" He gave me a look.

I thought I'd just named him now, and there was a continuation.

"Anthropomorphics release their souls when they take more than a certain amount of damage. I thought I was going home to my original body, and I didn't have it. I ask you again, who are you?

I see, is that what you mean?

It made me want to be a little mean.

"As I was named earlier, I am Golan. Nothing more or less."

I treated him with some disrespect.

I already know what Yamato means to want to hear.

A soul away from its body tries to return to where it is inherently connected.

That was also from Melvis' explanation.

There's no way Yamato doesn't know.

"There was no way for the soul to return to the body, so I asked the one with me. That I don't know anything about the main body of Golan."

That would be so. I haven't told Juga anything.

Yamato continued.

"When I put your soul in another vessel to try, I could do it. Come on, here's the problem. With your body and soul connected, you think you can replace the vessel?

That's what I'm asking, I guess I can't.

I don't know how it works, but it doesn't look like we can cross anthropomorphic vessels.

"I don't mind a roundabout, so what do you want to hear?

In the guise of a slightly frightened wind, I asked.

Yamato seems to want to ask me something, but so do I.

It's no use trying to get information unilaterally.

"I looked into you. Then the body and soul are not connected. I mean, you're losing your body to go home to. I mean, you're dead."

Here Yamato deliberately cut the word. Watching my reaction.

So I went out of my way to pierce the unresponsiveness.

"Good spiritual strength.... the soul of the dead goes where it should be. You can't go into an anthropomorphic vessel."

"Really? I didn't know that. I do come from the underworld, my ancestors... No, Master Yamato, the king of Xiao."

The instant killer swelled up. Even so, it's not Yamato himself.

The closer the neighbors are going to be, the more they are distracted by the killing.

"... I wonder if the circumstances could have swallowed half. You died in the demon kingdom. I came into the world to be reborn, but somehow I went into an anthropomorphic vessel, not on a baby. And this is strange, too, but I remember when I was a resident of the demonic world. I hope so."

I nodded. All I said was that I was from the underworld, but I think I guessed it with the jerk of Xiao Hao.

But I won't tell you why.

I owe it to me to get out of the underworld.

That's something only I should know. I don't need to tell the yamato in front of me.

And then Yamato says, "Precious... but the connections of the human world are..." squeaky. I wish I hadn't snorted?

"I don't care about me. Let's make it clearer than that. What are you farting about in different worlds (here)?

"What does that mean?

I just asked him if it was my turn.

"The demonic world is disrupting the whole territory. It's a bunch of bullshit. That's right. Because many demon dwellers can't live if they have to fight. What am I supposed to do, hold him back from competing with other races, like here? It's decided to go wild."

I figured it out when I argued with the rebels.

Those of them who stood up knew their end.

Fighting is the identity of the race.

They quarrel. That's instinct. Because I'm the moderate of the Auga tribe, no doubt.

There is no reason to fight.

Banned from doing that, they'll have to resist knowing they're going to lose.

It's as if they're rolling over someone's palm.

Even if I knew, I couldn't stop it.

"What did you think?

I've been asking the other way around.

Is that why you made us stop fighting between races? Or is that why you deliberately created the rebel forces?

I answered.

"Measures to drain gas, make it easier to gather those who are likely to erupt in one place to crusade, and not harm humans. I can think of a lot of reasons, but I don't think any of them are true reasons."

There is a clear will in these series of streams.

I'm the only one who knows.

"... well, let's hear it. What's the real reason?

The atmosphere just disappeared.

He's got eyes for me... I feel it.

Is it dangerous to go ahead from here?

Only for a moment, my heart whispered, "I knew it would be deluded," but I was forced to hold it down.

(If I die here, I'll be angry)

My last words came up in my head. [M]

- Take my thoughts, not mine.

That's what I said.

I'm bringing my thoughts now. My heart (heart) isn't just mine.

(... Then you can't pull it here. If I were you, I'd move on without hesitation)

I don't want you laughing at me in the afterlife.

Then I'll step on it, too.

I already know what Yamato thinks.

That Yamato gaze is real...... I feel the squeaky pressure from the side to release it in a breeze.

But I say.

I won't pull here.

"Dear Yamato, your aim is…"

- Remodeling the inhabitants of the demonic world.

That's what I said.