Muimui-tan

- One...

When I woke up, I wasn't sure.

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 blurry anymore. Besides, my vision is freaking kotty.

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

The more I think about it, the less I can keep up with my thoughts.

For now, follow your instincts and eat the giant 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 knots on the blue outer skin, left and right four hands and feet, whether it's an arm or a leg - it's a potato worm. 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. Now I seem to be on top of a big single leaf. And the leaves look delicious to wear.

Shabby shabby shabby shabby. It's a nice life to eat and sleep in.

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. I mean, I don't have a problem with food! So!

Shaggy shaggy shaggy shaggy.

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.

After a silently stressful black job, I bought dinner and shortcakes at the convenience store - yes, I remember!

Shaggy shaggy shaggy shaggy.

That should be the day before my birthday. I was lonely, and I bought a convenience store cake for my birthday, and I was finally crying in my futon that I was one of the wizards. No more, I remember feeling really sorry for myself because I didn't think I was going to be a wizard. Yeah? Remember?

No, let's get back to it. There's a silly story going around about being a wizard if you're a virgin even if you're on the thirty road again. That's all, it's supposed to be rare and precious!

Nanoni, Nande, Nenlei-Kanojoinai and Ni.

Nazeda.

What do you say yourself, but you don't think you looked so bad. He was a little neutral and not that tall, but to a certain extent younger than his age, he should normally have had a medium appearance.

My personality wasn't that bad either - yeah, maybe, I think it was okay, I want to think. Sure, I remember being sarcastic, but yeah, that's about normal, right? You know what?

Sure, there was a little bit of a mistake with the junior kid at work, but he was still admired - no, only 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, seniors, that's why I don't have one of her in that year, "" because I get in trouble when I go home with her and she misunderstands me, "he was a person on the 'I wish I were dead' side making fun of him. What, I wasn't that admired? Huh? No, but I thought it was a step from the other side that would make that attitude - I didn't have it. Was I the only one who thought that? No, well, a lot of stories went out of line.

Yeah, so 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 had even come out of the fog, but it feels very 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. Inhale more and more. I don't know why I would do that myself, inhale as if, once, it was normal to do so.

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 your 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 where you say it in the game?

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. This also feels like a skill level upgrade in gameplay.

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 this mysterious organ that accumulates wonder energy and it's 'not the normal law of physics', right?

Potato bugs? They're yarning according to their instincts, but if they're good, they can produce something else, right? It was called from the depths of my heart. The inevitability I should have known.

If this is something of a different world-style where this world was created, and the misty thing that is drifting is something magical......!?

Yes, that's inevitable.

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 right away. but the feeling that something is going to come out of mysterious organs. You don't have enough imagination, what's missing in the way, well, let's eat the leaves at your feet.

Shabby shabby shabby.

I repeat several attempts and errors and feel somewhat responsive. Maybe, here, you're imaginative. Yeah, why, I didn't think of it right away.

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 will be 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.

I'm on a giant leaf bigger than a man.

So, I was, like, throwing up threads, magic, a little bit of an unusual potato worm.

Yes, this place is on a giant leaf.

I won't go wrong in size.

Because this leaf had a single spear stabbed at it for some reason. It is, obviously, a production at the hands of a person who is not a natural product. Because of this, I would never go wrong in size.

At the end of my thin blurry vision was a spear stabbed in one giant leaf, as if it were a holy sword or something.

Where are we?

Well, it's rice more than you think, isn't it?

Shabby shabby shabby.