Muimui-tan

- One...

I was supposed to be unsure when I woke up.

Something's wrong with my vision.

Originally, I wasn't an extra good eyesight person, but now I'm so blind that I can only really see thin blurs anymore. Besides, my vision is freaking kotty.

It feels like there are three right and three left screens in the computer's multi-display field of view. I've seen more places, but I'm confused because I don't know where to look.

For now, follow your instincts and eat the leaves that are spreading underfoot in a cup. Shaggy shaggy shaggy shaggy.

Again, check the current situation.

I see myself photographed in a puddle made of dew accumulated yesterday night. Body with verses on blue outer skin, left and right four hands and feet whether it is an arm or a leg...... it is a potato worm as it is, thank you. What do you mean -? Why potato worms!? Ma, well, let's eat the leaves without thinking deeply. Shaggy shaggy shaggy shaggy.

Further check the status quo. Seems like I'm on a big leaf now. And the leaves look delicious to wear. Shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby shabby.

I noticed it even more. No matter how many leaves I eat under my feet (even though I say from the size of the leaves, what a small hole in the leaves for what I ate), I am resurrected the next day. The next day, when you wake up, you're missing the hole you should have eaten and drilled, right? I mean, I don't have a problem with food! So shabby.

Well, I decided to think about the current situation because it's not just what I'm eating.

When I slept and woke up, it was like now.

Shut up and finish your stressful black job (that's a stressful modern society) and buy dinner and shortcakes at the convenience store...... right, I remember!

That was the day before my birthday. I was lonely, I bought a convenience store cake for my birthday, and I was finally crying in my futon, whispering that I was one of the wizards. No more, I was really pathetic because I didn't think I was going to be a wizard.

Nenlei-Kanojoynailekides.

Really, Motena Cutta.

What can I say for myself, but I don't think you looked so bad. It was supposed to be a bit neutral and not that tall, but normally moderate in appearance to the extent that it was seen somewhat younger than its age.

He said his personality wasn't that bad either... Yeah, maybe, I think it was okay, I want to think. I do remember you saying, 'I wish I'd died' or 'extinct' right away, but that's about normal, right? Right? He was admired by the junior kids at the company as well... no, he only said when he did it for dinner "Boulder, he's a senior. I want to be like a senior, too," he says, "but soon enough," Uh, senior, don't you have one of her in that year? "" Because I'm in trouble when I go home with you and you misunderstand me - "I was a 'wish I were dead' side person. What, I wasn't that admired? Huh? Well, a lot of stories derailed me, but I remember the day before my birthday.

How did that happen?

... Well, I'm not sure, so let's eat leaves. Shabby shabby shabby.

- Two...

I don't get tired of eating shapely food and go back to sleep.

And the change came suddenly.

It started to take 'too much' to see. At first I wondered if it even came out of the fog, but it feels so different from the fog. The colors are red, blue, or black... well, at first, you finally lost your mind! I thought so.

Follow your instincts, that fog? inhale. Inhale consciously into the wonder organ in your stomach. I inhale more and more. I don't know why I would do that myself, because that's my instinct!

How much would I have inhaled? Purify and spit out the mysterious mist accumulated in the accumulation in the mysterious organ.

- "Thread Out" -

Thread is thrown out of my mouth...... so? And let's think about it anyway.

This looks like it's coming out of your mouth, but it's not from your mouth, it's from a mysterious organ.

I threw up a few times to check things out.

You can't throw up threads in a row. Is this something like recast time?

I'm tired of yarning. I feel like something hearty is being shredded somehow.

You can change the yarn length at your will, and the momentum you spit out. The longer I stretch, the more tired I feel.

The yarn is adhesive and can stick to a variety of things if you keep the yarn spitting out (it stays connected to your mouth). I think I can do something like a certain spider person.

When the thread is cut, the adhesion disappears. It feels like a very sturdy and beautiful silk thread.

When I'm tired of throwing up yarn, I eat leaves under my feet, go to sleep, when I wake up, throw up yarn, and repeat the experiment.

After spitting yarn over and over again, the waiting time stuff gets shorter and the yarn can spit in a row...... Sounds like you're upgrading your skills.

I threw up over and over and over and I realized, isn't this some kind of magical thing? I know it looks like it's coming out of your mouth from around you, but it's coming out of a mysterious organ that accumulates this strange energy, and it's 'not the normal law of physics' - right?

You're yarning according to the potato worm instinct, but if you're good, you can produce something else, right? That's enough to come to mind that the phrase 'Was it a miracle flash or was it inevitable'?

If this world is something otherworldly and the foggy thing that is drifting is something magical......!?

That's a lanobe-like cooking secondary thought.

Imagine ice first. Imagine ice because I love ice magic, which has a lot of unusual tricks in the game.

And I try to refine the ice the same way I feel when I spit the yarn... but it doesn't work. but the feeling that something is going to come out of mysterious organs. Is there not enough imagination or what is missing in the way......

I repeat several attempts and errors and feel somewhat responsive. Maybe, here, it's imagination.

Imagine water first. And imagine the power of the water becoming frozen and hard.

- [Ice Needle] -

At some point there was a small spear of ice floating in my palm in front of me.

So, it's done!

Whoa, whoa, it's magic. It's magic!

Magic in real life in a visible way!

At that moment I became a wizard in the true sense of the word.

And I lost my mind along with the feeling that I would be taken by something quietly.