"White Notes and Red Line Spectrum" Smooth Muscles Rhythm "is a miracle that gives" itch ".

It may seem like a shobo for the Miracle of the Grand Virgin, but he is insulting.

Itching deprives people of concentration.

No matter how important the phase may have been, they will be made aware of its sense of muzzle.

This is for the record, Inkichi exercises this miracle sneakingly from under the table, for example, in the case of games where concentration refers to things.

Turn them into terrible water bugs and disturb their hearts.

And when the output of this miracle reaches its maximum, the intolerable itch strikes.

When that happens, even sanity is no longer in danger.

This "White Notes and Red Line Spectrum" Smooth Muscles Rhythm "brings notes like white mold to life on your skin.

The surgeon forgets me, but his claw marks leave a bright red line spectrum.

That being said, living instruments.

A fantasy song named Scream, they say, is like a string instrument that scrapes and claws at us.

And that, the more beautiful the Virgin as a Chu, the better the tone she plays...!

The venue was transformed into a solo stage of death, of reincarnation.

"Ohhhhhh!? Itchy itchy itchy itchy!? Itchy good good good oooooooooooo!!

He's twisting his limbs, like he's dancing on burnt iron.

He messed up the dress with his own hands and was likely to peel it off again.

It feels disloyal as if a chaste new wife is disturbed, screaming from the audience.

But it wasn't, like, a happy scream.

"Whew!? Look at that body of reincarnation!

"It's like you're growing mold!

"Ah, my skin like a rice cake because of it, without daisies......!

"Then it's really a moldy rice cake!

"What a good feeling...... no, you look delightful!

Moderators are thrilled to run around on stage on shocking scenes.

"What a horrible move to have an itchy whole body! The Holly Doll family, which has been undefeated so far, is going to be defeated at last. Ahhh! Dear Reincarnation! If you lose, you'll lose your winning prize! Say something to your sister!!

Moderator pointing at Niyanya and the loud stick towards the harrowing primula on stage.

I was expecting a dirty curse to pop up.

'Yes, I'm fine! Your sister, you can't lose! Good luck! Sister!

Primla jumped off the stage and was filled with desire to rush over to her sister.

But if I do that, I think I'm going to break the rules, just like the previous game, and I can hang on for a long time.

"Sister! Your sister, too, will pass it on to the Holly Doll family, use your secret moves!

But Primla's advice was blocked by ridicule.

"Nuffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff! Master Reincarnation seems to have a secret trick of healing any injury in an instant! But you're useless! My secret trick is' itching '......! The Virgin's' cure 'works in no way, so be it!


But still, Reincarnation made a groaning little finger.

"No use! No use! No use! Thank you for nothing!! The only way to stop my itching is to scratch my body! But that too, just for a while......! The only way to stop the itch completely is to lose your life! Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

... she knew.

That my moves, with any 'cure' of the Grand Virgin, cannot be cured.

It was an untouchable, pure fact.

... and she thought.

That I am the absolute invincible sun and not the being blown away by the whirlwind.

Instead, he said, the more wind you can blow, the stronger it burns.

It was also, without a doubt, a sure truth.

But...... she didn't know.

"Whirlwind" is not trying to calm the catastrophe that possesses you.

And whirlwind also means no prayer.

that whirlwind is just a blowout......!

And, and...!

Her moves are not 'healing' etc......!!

"Heh... itchy itchy...!

... bah!

The moment the reincarnation kneaded one finger,

... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The mold that was stuck to his skin moves to his fingertips, as if it were white sand iron sucked up to a magnet.

That was also the first sight I saw for Inkichi.

From her face, the smile disappears as she glances.

"Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!? Nuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?!?

Stunning as if it were going to be buried alive in the clouds.

That was the last emotion she could manipulate of her own free will.

"... itchy itchy, tong tak tak tak tak tak!!

...... Doba shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!

From the fingertips of the reincarnation, a bunch of blizzard-like crystals radiated and wrapped the inkling.

A dark sun-like silhouette emerges in the white smoke that is about to rise.

And the sun was slain.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!? Itchy itchy!? It's itchy so please uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?!?

Inkichi, rolling out of the smoke, is bright white as if he had bathed his whole body with flour.

He was covered in bread flour alive and was stuffed like a fish thrown out of the heated oil.