Osama, known as' The Waste Dog 'and banished from both the party and the workplace, becomes the' Golden Wolf 'and strips the brave clan of fangs!

Inkichi's screams, such as irrationality, roar across the scene.

"Why!? Why, why, why!? Why do I look like this? Itchy, itchy! It's itchy, so please!

Being a specialist in reincarnation, 'leave me where I want to be' is not a prayer belonging to 'healing'.

A miracle that takes out the 'pain' of the surgeon and literally, flies him somewhere.

It is possible to fly all things as well as' pain '.

Yes......!

Even 'itchy'......!

"Too itchy to die!? Too itchy to die oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!?!?

Inkichi stays down and rolls around the floor.

Like a crocodile with a poison feed, it's a big rumble.

It was a feeling that far outweighed the "itch" she herself had ever given.

Because this is due to the nature of "whatever you want to be".

The frightening nature of flying away after multiplying the sensation removed…!

At the time it was released into reincarnation in the first place, "White Notes and Red Line Spectrum" Smooth Muscles Rhythm "was the maximum output.

The recipient said itching would strike him enough to scratch his body until his raw skin peeled off, but if he did something about it a few times...

If it's returned, it's not a hoarding......!!

It became an unknown itch and was attacking Inkichi.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!? The meat itches!? My bones itch!? Heart attack!? Your heart!? Hey giggle!?!?

Typically, only the skin is itchy.

But what a miracle that became several times more powerful began to act on the inside of the body.

The audience screams at each other.

"Oh... hey, look at that! Now Inkichi's itching!?

"Reincarnation was gambling to scratch, but he was scratching his body!

"You must be itching so much!

"Ahhh!? Inkichi-sama also said that she has mochi skin, although not as good as Reincarnation......!

"But then, my skin will be worn out!

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

But it didn't tear me down.

Because......

...... Ballyballyyyyyyyyyy!!

The nailed nails were tearing my skin apart too...!

"Yui, yui, yui!? yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy!?!?

At last my skin was torn, my blood seeped and the meat inside was decided......!

I thought so, but there wasn't a drop of blood.

Inkichi scratches his whole body and rips his skin apart one after the other.

As if it were fabric or something.

The brave men and the Virgin, who were scratching on the splatter, peeled even more.

"Nah...... what the heck!?

"My skin's torn, but I'm not bleeding at all!

"I mean, arr... if you look closely, you're not making it!?

Inch that was selling a nice buddy no less than the Holly Doll family.

But its meaty flesh was due to the meat carpet......!

Inkichi was crawling out of the wreckage of a worn meat carpet, like a snake with poor skinning.

What was there was the fact of the shock.

And

Her poor body...

"Uh-huh. Huh!? What the hell!?

"Inkichi's body was a fake!?

"Besides, my skin is worn out, thin and loose on the gully...... it's not like a dead tree!?

"Damn, I thought I'd turn Inkichi into a thing someday...!

"You fooled me, Temee!!

Yaji and garbage were flying across, but Inkichi is not around anymore.

I even found out the secret I was going to take to the graveyard, but it didn't even matter.

More than that, now......

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

It was itchy and I couldn't wait...!

The lean body, like the bark of an old tree, is stirred up like a bone.

Even if bear-like nail marks linger on dead skin, they don't stay put.

MC and Primla were right and left on stage.

I didn't know what to do anymore.

And it triggered this commotion, the person said......

"Ahhh!? A little better, but itchy! Itchy wow!?

Oh my God, it was still itching......!

The itching that I was allowed to fly in "I want to be there" was about half.

She does miracles again, even as she is swung by her big chest.

"Yikes... itchy itchy... Tony, hey, hey!

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

Next bullet fired.

Usually, I wouldn't skip the pain I sucked away somewhere else. Yeah, Primla is paying attention...

She's in the middle of a taffeta on stage right now.

So, I'm late to realize.

Primla, realizing that the second shot had been buzzed off, took a hack at its firing destination.

"Ahhh!? Don't blur! Moderator!

But the voice was not heard by the goatee.

Itching directed at the stage involves moderators and certain things, engulfing them in white smoke.

What the hell is that entangled thing...

Statue of the brave......!?

Until then, the polar Blizzard poured out of the ceiling, as if to freeze the world as well.

Yaji, who was flying from all directions of the passenger seat, turned around,

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!? Heh...!? Itchy, good, good, good, good, good, good, good!?!?

of the nasal cry, whirling......!!