Muimui-tan

- One...

Type 14, descend with the nine-tailed son fox into the front of the swirl. I miss it. It's where my adventure begins. I don't know, I really feel like I haven't been back in a long time. I went inside with Shirone and was left alone. Now that I think about it, you've had a long journey from there.

I didn't need you in there, but because of that, why don't you just show your face to Mr. White? If Mr. White hadn't made me Lady Crimson, I wouldn't be here right now. Let me thank you.

It's the beginning of a strange and quaint adventure.

Say hello to the usual gatekeeper and go inside. Um, it's nice to be familiar with your face. Normally, you can get them inside without even being stopped looking like giant potato worms.

Once inside, the situation had changed slightly.

There are flags everywhere. What flag? The flag is painted a bit like a collapsed cat. Like I've seen this weird cat somewhere...?

I walk to Mr. White's shop, looking at the flags that have been raised everywhere. There was also a flag before Mr. White. Really, what is this?

"I did too!

Go into the store where the armor and weapons are placed in a mess and call Mr. White.

"I did too!

Again, when I spoke, there was movement in the back of the store.

"Shit, who is it? You know what time it is."

It was Mr. White, the dog head, who appeared abominably in his face.

"Oh, hey! Run! What's up with you today?

The look on Mr. White's face when he noticed me turns into something that seemed happy.

"It's been a long time. Because I needed to be near here. Hey, I'm here to see your face '

"I'd love to. You're the same."

Mr. White smiles bitterly at my words. I don't know what's the same.

'By the way, what would be the flag outside? I don't think it was before. "

"Right, doesn't Run know? Prepare for the first festival."

A festival?

"At a time like this?

"This is the time, it's time."

I see. Even so, first generation hey.

"Who is the first generation?

In my words, Mr. White sighs a little. Uh, with that said, I don't really like hearing about this place.

"The first generation is the one who brought the bond here."

With that being said, there's a warcraft avoidance line in here, isn't there? No, was it a bond that wouldn't let anything malicious go through? I thought that was normal because this is the first time I've been in here. If you think about it, was there a place outside of here with a bond? I don't think there was. Could it have been, like, special? Or is it just this one flow of overlapping worlds?

"They also told me that you were one of the first of the Forest Nation, and that you gave the kingdom to the goddess... no, you took it from the devil?

One of the forest tribes at the beginning, huh? This race would also be one in which the goddess Serra wants to create an example race, like the game. Sure, if I just made it normal, I didn't have a heart, so I synthesized the destruction with the people who survived, or something like that... You look just like people, but in a way, you're just like the Demons.

Mr. White's words continue.

"Look, I know that run, too, you forest lady. That young lady's name came from the first generation."

Mori lady...? Um, you mean Shirone? I don't care if he's a lady or not, but he was the daughter of this chief.

Hmm?

"May I ask the name of the first generation?

Mr. White snorts at my words.

"Master Masiro."

Masilo?

... Masilo?

I lose my word.

Massillo, massillo, white.

Makoto Kagurasaka.

Daughter of Keimi Kagurasaka.

Synthesized with people to make their minds fit in the doll they made.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

We've been together for a short time. But no, still.

"Well, can I ask you about the first generation?

Mr. White shook his head at my words.

"I'm not that familiar with the woods. But, you know, I made this inside. You were amazing, weren't you?

"Do you think the first generation was happy?

"This is it, isn't it because you were admired from around you to be festived from your first generation? I can only imagine from there."

Mr. White looks at me and laughs.

"Right."

Right. This is all I want to think from the people inside, festived, admired and happy for the rest of my life. What I'm gonna do to Mahogany - I can't do it anymore. At that time, we broke up at that place and stayed put.

Mahogany, huh?

I notice an anomaly in my own hands there.

A patch of disguised felt was born in my little, manly hands at some point. It's as if it was in my hand from the beginning. This...?

"Is that the crest of the first generation?"

I attach an undressed felt patch to my robe.

Another reason why the goddess Selah - Yeats Moon et al. - cannot be forgiven.