Maouyome

199 Far away days

Filled with mellow, seeping and bouncing.

A sense of impatience swayed in the ambiguous senses.

Shake and patrol as it flows.

The sound of fine waves was sumptuous somewhere far away in the blurry light of a wave of thought.

Full of a sense of serenity.

I like ambiguous boundaries.

Loosen, spread and mix together.

The yarn breaks off and leaves a faint vibration to unravel.

On the other side of that yarn, a strong light flashed.

Flashing light spreads and runs through.

Swallow by glare, light intersects consciousness.

The fury was raging with intense heat.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God!

- Maori!?

I wake up to the look of Maori floating in the light.

The ambiguous outline regains its clear shape and rises without waiting for the moment.

I was in thin, blurry darkness when I realized it.

A strange space, where vision, sound, humidity and temperature are in the dark where all boundaries remain ambiguous, as if only one's body is clearly present.

It is slightly similar to the space between the Ivanaga deities.

- Whether or not I can continue to be myself,... is that what you mean?

In tune with "Hilko", we realize that each other's consciousness is cloudy and that they are about to be quickly drunk.

It was dangerous.

Here, seriously, it sucks.

Stay self-conscious and regain your mind.

I moved my thoughts to the light that was passing.

- Thank you, Maori. I'll hang in there, too.

Maori, who I saw in my vision, was fighting.

This is probably like the spiritual world of 'Hilco', connected to the strong memories engraved there.

If you turn to consciousness, you can see various other things.

There was Bel Adone, there was me, there was the Bulls.

Maybe they line up from newer memories in chronological order. I think we're going back as far as we go.

I fought Mr. Shiki, I have an uncle who seems to be helping him, I have Astas,... even the brave ones.

There was also the figure of Mariel.

Memory shares the senses.

The emotions of "Hilko" on the spot at that time convey the memory of "Sunra" as knowledge.

From there, Mariel is relieved to know that she is safe. Apparently, he didn't dare to do harm. I have been ordered and detained. It's just nothing more or less.

It was Konohana Sakya who ordered it.

It reaffirms the existence of the will of the Goddess of Light and causes consciousness to sink further into the back.

It sinks deeper into the memory and deepens its tone.

The appearance of the man, first seen when the senses were connected, had disappeared somewhere at some point. He was terribly tired, tired, and strongly wished for his own death.

I don't see the man even as one fragment of his memory continues after another when he was in Ladalest.

Who the hell was that?

Although I do have it in mind, I wonder why it seems so spicy.

- I found a good handkerchief and drove him crazy.

The words of the Goddess of Light (Konohanasakya) in the ruins of the End Forest remain a great sink in the back of her chest.

What does that mean?

More time went back and moved to Demon King's Castle.

"Sung Ra! You're on the road, too.

A dying brunette magnificent warrior screams.

It was a moment when great power swelled from a magnificent warrior clinging to his body and blew himself up violently.

King of Asura.... of Maori's father, at the end of the day.

Other than that, the moment you put the king's wife, Maori's mother in your hand, and the sight of fighting similar brunette warriors.

Sunra had put many other lives in her hands and swallowed herself up.

Sunra swallows others and knows they can take away their power and memory.

That is why Sunra sought and continued to kill the powerful.

I have continued to deprive others of their power and memory.

The memory of Maori's mother and the other Asura gods is even more connected, although swallowing Asura's king did not seem to come true.

"Please, may this child have a gentle future"

In a room somewhere in stone, a newborn baby was wrapped in her parents' loving eyes. Haz's everywhere, Haz's, one of the sights of nothing.

The king of Asura softly lifts the baby and leans over his cheek.

Watching that look warm,...... memory.

Deep thoughts as parents, anxiety and a strong desire for that happy future, to come to a newborn young baby.

He said he didn't even remember him, the way his parents looked.

A definite emotional memory that was there.

Tell them that you love them deeply and deeply, remember.

Even these memories continue to take away.

Unexpectedly, the addition and subtraction of light spread to a large extent blurred.

"Fascias!

A loud heartbeat strikes his chest at the familiar voice heard from the light.

'... what the hell!? Because I'm from Ladalest? Because I'm the pope's sister? Why are you leaving me? I'll never forgive you for that! I don't like that!?

It was somewhere I'd seen it before.

The central temple of Alistair. Maybe that, the corner of the inner hall.

That's where Mr. Olorena is roughing up his voice toward 'me'.

Though I also feel a little young, that was definitely that Mr. Orolena.

Mr. Orolena was the fiancée of a previous brave man and the fruitful sister of Pope Lydia, the supreme leader of Goddess. She unsealed the kagutschi behind the ruins of the endless woods and was swallowed up.

I want to help, try to help.

But it didn't arrive.

Her appearance looms in front of her.

'I'm sorry. But that's not all I can do. I can't take you. [M]... I want you to live. "

"I" gently pressed both shoulders of Mr. Suzuru Orolena and still pushed him with strength.

Strong will and thoughts to the point of hanging up.

Memories as Fascias the Prior Brave.

It is a memory of my final farewell to Mr. Orolena, when the Alliance of Kingdoms was dissolved by the Pope's divinity and I had to fight the demonic army of Sunra in Alistair alone.

A memory of Fascias, an ancient brave man who embraces the love of a thousand cuts and still rejects Mr. Orolena.

The fact that this memory is here means that the previous generation of brave men were also swallowed up by Sunra.

'Just kidding!

The scene was switched and 'I' was beaten hard.

A corner of the central temple of the same Alistair, just another place.

What are you talking about? Can I ask you something about Olorena? You're kidding! You're the one he needs, not me! Trying to get me to take your place!

A red weird boy in a bright red long leather coat with a bright red leather eye band yells.

Could it be a brave man?

Torte, as I was told by you, the brave men of his youth somehow cemented his whole body with reddish-colored equipment. I am particularly concerned about the eye bands.

'Please, don't try to escape from him, from the thought of him. You're what I admire, you're what I admire! Don't run away forever.

"... I've already made up my mind"

The figure of a brave man who communicates pure thoughts is flashed and overlaps with that of a single woman. Instead of looking like a very attractive woman smiling with some sunny, neat look.

More time goes back from the scene earlier.

Two with that woman in a scenic spot, Fascias, an earlier brave man, was next door there, looking equally across the distant sky.

'I'm quitting the Virgin.... I knew I liked that guy. I've been flushed and come this far, but I really don't lie only to this feeling,... because I realized so'

'I won't slow you down. Fool.'

'... yeah. It was stupid, me.... So sorry'

It's Sophia, the Virgin of our predecessor.

Fascias was strongly determined to say goodbye to the confession of a thinker who had grown up together from an early age in the same village.

'You're not the same person who apologizes. Tell him directly to himself.'

'... yeah. But... I'm sorry'

'... so don't apologize there, fool'

I force myself to push my thoughts from a very young age, telling myself that it was a fact that I knew where.

To her, I'm just a childhood tame.

That's what I've always known.

Sophia has only seen one thing for a long time.

Only one person, in a long relationship, had already figured out that he was only seeing about Soitz, which makes me think of the other childhood friend left in his hometown village.

"But I don't want to go wrong anymore."

Aware of his own thoughts, Sophia smiled powerfully with an unmistakable look.

"I like… * * * *"

Consciousness mingles deeply and becomes cloudy.

I blurted my senses into deep sinking memories. I just kept feeling them.