Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

I'll try to get in touch with Tama a lot calmer. There is a response that feels like 'We were waiting for the Lord'. I'm sorry I'm late.

Riding the magic formation, the light overflows and the transfer begins, just as it did at the beginning.

When the light subsided and opened his eyes, which were narrowed by glare, there was Mr. Kagra's face at the end of his eyes and nose. That's the more you step forward a little bit, the more you can touch each other. The moment I thought I was trapped by the feeling of gravity pulling me down, I was struck by that scream and the intense pain that joins my chest.

"Abella."

I was slammed against a rolling wall. The figure is like a crushed frog.

I just took the most damage from Mr. Kagra today.

"Shh, I'm sorry. All of a sudden, it started to move. So, are you okay?

"It hurts a little, but I'm gonna heel it, so it's okay."

"Ho, Knobsada can use magic. I thought you were a warrior or something."

"I mean, come on there. When you get more intimate, you can line up your pillows and talk, okay? Oh, my God."

"Bubba, Bubba, fool. Don't make fun of the older ones. Let's move on."

Mr. Kagra, whose face turned bright red, leads the way. That's right, Mr. Kagra is a very beginner to an old wari. I don't hate such a lady.

Unlike earlier rooms, which were dungeon-style, this is a dark passage without a light source. Obviously not built the same way.

I can see where I opened it again about five minutes ahead. Now there is a building in the center that seems to have been a fountain. This is the only place with a very different vibe.

It was a fountain because there was not a drop of water in the boundaries of stone making. Mr. Kagra, who saw it, is down on his knees disappointed and drooling.

"Oh, my God. Wouldn't this be too late..."

"Mr. Kagra......"

At that time, the ground began to shake again.

"Ah."

I raise my pretty voice and Mr. Kagra jumps over here. The wall across the street is crumbling and the road down is showing its face as the pompous thing is pressed and immersed in happiness. Looks like the road that was there was blocked.

"Mr. Kagra, it looks like the wall's collapsing and we can go back, but has there ever been a path like this?

"Yes, no, I know. If we go underground, there might be water."

Pa, stay away and pretend like nothing happened.

Let's go, Knobsada.

Is it a shade of light? I stepped out of nowhere. Mr. Kagra disappears unnaturally in front of him rushing to chase him.

"Heh!?

The ground in front of the descent gate collapses at once and Mr. Kagra falls off. I grabbed my hand and stomped to support it.

When I tried to pull out the iron sword and poke it to the ground to support it!

Gala.

Hmm?

Gala, gala, gala.

The place where I was standing also began to collapse like a ripple, losing balance at once and sucking into the bottom of Naruto.

"Konnooooooo"

Kill the momentum by poking the iron sword that you pulled out into your skin... and it continues to fall as you cleave the Zagagaga and the soil without being able to move. Wow.

Gakin

The momentum stops. Was this caught in a rock or something!? La, lucky!

Bishh, Bishh.

Hmm? What is this noise?

Pakkiehn

The iron sword broke tightly and fell again! I knew it wasn't on. I regretted that Metal Marimo's appearance turned my head and that was the cause.

Damn, I need to protect Mr. Kagra alone...... Apparently, Mr. Kagra is unconscious as a floor shard or something hit his head when he collapsed. Manage to change the attitude of your body so that you are underlayed.

Return protection to yourself and prepare for impact......

Oh, my God!

Couldn't... of... right...

No......

Knob......

Knob Sada!

"Ha! Here!?

My head was on top of something soft and slippery. If you look up, the huge double hills obstruct your vision.

Hey, no, I concentrated my nerves to indulge in a much happier situation while I was surprised. My back hurts, but that's it, this is this. But that shock may have kept us human apart for a long time.

"Did you wake up?

"Yeah, something. Is Mr. Kagra okay?

"Um, no injuries, thanks to Knobsada standing up for me. Thank you, Knobsada."

Mr. Kagra talks to me in a few tears. But the expression is completely invisible because it is blocked by the double hills.

No, I'm glad you're not hurt. I've been hit all over since I've been in this world, so I've been hit a lot harder, so I'm fine.

But now that I think about it, I should have scaffolded it with earthwall or something and made a handle. I still have some judgment.

"We can't help but talk when we get here. Knobsada, the concubine... Gu"

Mr. Kagra holds his chest painfully when he tries to talk about something. I stood up and rushed to support my body.

It's not normal to have a distressed look and a lot of sweat erupting from your body, no matter what you think.

"is, too soon. Said I could still afford the time..."

Gradually, but considerably bigger than me, its body shrinks visibly. Eventually, by the time it fitted to shrink, Mr. Kagra was in the shape of a primary school student. That big melon no longer has the shadow to see, and on its forehead I see firmly the two horns that would be the symbols of the ghost tribe.

"Kuh, this is why I came here. I have to use the spring water here once a month from a certain curse to apply the art of changing my appearance. When it expires, it's cursed."

Good. Bunban. Aren't you a fake? I think losing an array is like smashing a national treasure.

"I see. Is it so bad to be considered a ghost?

"Heh!?

Mr. Kagra gives a desperate look when he touches the area between his pelvis and forehead with his smaller hand to ascertain the feel of the corner. I thought I'd walked out fluttered, and my deviant clothes got tangled up and I fell into a big deal.

"Ugh, it's faulty, it's faulty. If this happens, Knob Sada, there is nothing else to kill your Lord!!

Not really. How does that happen? Obviously, I try to persuade Mr. Kagra, who is in a state of cardiac loss, to hold him in. Fortunately, he's smaller, and he's a lot weaker in his ability to break out.

Calm down, Mr. Kagra.

"Concubines are not horses! If we split up with ghosts, we'll all be sold as sex slaves to combat slaves and comforters. I don't know how it would be if I were driven by greed with a knob saddle. My concubine's mother has become a slave and died to help her concubine...

Finally, I pound my back gently as I softly hug the child to calm Mr. Kagra down who has cried out.