Morning. On a giant catfish.
Arlaune's story of Rometsi says that from today the two moons will be an overlapping weekend and that the threat of strong winds blowing over the weekend will finally become apparent.
Arlaune and the others had sneaked a tour yesterday of Tsukuri engaging with Misaki and Tired and the strong winds blowing over the weekend and had it on video. And show it to the milks.
"The reason Quo nostalgic for Junko and the others is because of this father - is it Lakyrea? You look a little bit alike. '
After many reviews of the footage Tsukishi has taken, Milk says.
"Strong wind blowing over the weekend. Laquairea's son Quo also wants to take it if possible"
"Those who chase two rabbits will miss one."
'Case-by-case. You can't be greedy, but if you get a chance to aim, you better aim.'
It was a tearing Haruhi, but the milk seriously returned it that way.
"Do something to engage them again, we surround the weak, we sift around, where the fishermen want to be good."
"It's so sexy."
Nal shrugs his shoulders in milk expecting a convenient expansion.
"Nal, direct him from the spiritual world."
I couldn't help but expect it, so I thought about moving to the ideal result, and Milk ordered.
"Er... I don't want to be a villain."
"He's a superior villain. Do it. '
"Ugh..."
Nal roaring uncomfortably.
'When the time is set for the showdown, they will also speak to our people. Carry me back then.'
Copy that.
Rometsi requests and Tsukimi responds in a salute pose.
(I wanted to meet with the other Arlaunes before that and talk about a lot of things)
Kumi thinks. I enjoyed the conversation with Rometsi enough, but I still feel it's not enough. I want to deal with more of my people.
A camp in the woods, a night later than the raid in LaQuirrea.
Quo looked unfloated in the morning. I'm always looking forward to the dish Junko makes, and I say it's delicious and I'm eating it with great joy, but I don't see that happening at breakfast this morning.
"It's okay."
True puts his hand on Quo's head and speaks up.
"If you really don't know, you can't even pull it over there."
"I was curious, but I don't know. Which dialect is it? I know what you mean."
Hear the true words, tired ask questions.
"The transfer students used it a lot, you remember. I don't know where it is."
"Yamanashi. Wow. I've been reincarnated around there, too, so I know."
After the true answer, Midori teaches.
"I want to believe you're right."
"No, you're right about everything I want to believe."
It was a strong push true to the quo of spilling an ambiguous grin and whining.
"Guys, I'm sorry I bothered you. Oh, I've got breakfast."
Smile and apologize Quo. Shortly after that, Junko brought a meal, so Quo let his eyes shine.
"You know what, Qua. Can I punish your father a little? Of course I'll try not to kill you, though. I don't think it's obvious."
Tired suggests while eating.
"Once you beat me up, that's how you hear me say it."
Truth is, I understood what tiredness was trying to say.
"From my experience, that's the only type of thing that doesn't make sense. That's the best… no, it's the only way"
"Okay. That's fine. I'll work with you then."
With a ready face, Quo declares.
"Drop kick, brainbuster and german suplex. Decide beautifully."
"Right. Good luck. I'll shoot you. Skip the brainbuster, drop kick it and flinch it, put a few more shots of Elbow in it, decide DDT and make a lot of damage, turn around and be a bumpy jarman at once before the opponent gets up. I'm an amateur, so here's how to connect moves."
"Okay. Then true, let's practice. Tired, Junko, Hirohiro, Hirohiro Mark II also cooperate"
"I don't know what it is, but I think it's been amazing"
Hearing the interaction between True and Qua, Junko said with a smile.
"What is Mark II about me? I've never seen a prowl before, so I don't know much about it, and I don't want to be in practice."
Kirisaki, who still slept in his tent, pinches his mouth. The damage from yesterday's battle was serious and I couldn't recover from sleeping overnight.
"It's a weekend of two moons starting today."
Ignoring Misaki, Quo looks up at the blue-purple sky.
"I draw the blood of my elongation horn too, so at this time of year, my strength will increase and I will be very belligerent. My father has always been angry, so he's not in a circle. Raging. He said he didn't want to look like that, and Dad kept his distance from me."
In the last word, the look on Qua's face is a little cloudy.
"I hope something changes."
Quo makes a decent face to that dialogue that truly speaks.
"From you, there has been a change in meeting us. And away from you, I got a chance to bump into my unclear father. So hopefully there will be some good changes in parent-child relationships."
"Yeah, there is... good. Thanks, True"
Rubbing his eyes, Quo grins in a flamboyant way.
"Are you really close to your father and mother?
"We're both dead. They were both killed. So I guess I'm a little bit like you."
"Oh well..."
I suddenly stepped on a mine with a question I couldn't ask, and Quo got sick of feeling sorry for me.
"You're killing your parents, too, so you don't have to react like that"
Let the truth give you a gentle smile.
"Ugh, yeah......"
Quo was getting more and more upset because the always faceless truth spilled a smile.
The first thing Lakyrea would think when she woke up was about the beloved woman she had lost and her estranged beloved son.
Memories from last night are burning vividly in my memory. My partner, who I thought I would never see again, came out in front of me and laughed at me. Emotions erupted from the belly, from the chest, by the fountain, and the forgotten tears were about to spill again.
When Quo and his wife were attacked by a group of lower root people, Arlaune, their companions were obsessed with the festival. There's an organizational move for Arlaune, even though he said he'd pay attention.
L'Aquilea was being driven out to help with the rest of the inns. Arlaune was rampant there, so he helped crack it down.
Even though I felt dangerous, I couldn't refuse to go out with him and vacated my house. A fellow who, knowing that, underestimated Arlaune and did not try to protect his family. LaQuirrea determined that he was responsible for both of them, killing the majority of his people.
I tried to die myself, but I couldn't. Instead, he decided to kill and kill Root Man and Arlaune more than ever before.
Sorrow turns it all into anger, raw that keeps revenge like eight hits. Anger boils as much as it takes. So keep killing. Killing or killing doesn't stop anger, a painful and vain day.
Although the elongation angle is feared by many creatures on this planet because it becomes extremely ferocious over the weekend, the ferocity of it has grown even stronger since the loss of his wife.
I don't give a hand where the boulder has the main body of the rootsmen, but the creatures I see killed around from one end. It had guided the creatures so that the rootsmen and the Arlaunes could not be caught in the eye of Lakyrea that they were good so that the ecosystem around here would not collapse, but nevertheless it would make considerable sacrifices over the weekend.
It was a rakyrea that I had been thinking of rambling until I died like this, but its heart rocked tremendously. by those who have come from distant lands, and by the Quo who nostalgic for it.
That Quo screams desperately at himself, but he burns it in the back of his brain and doesn't leave.
My son must be fooled. That's what I'll say.
But not all of those unseen seem evil. Some females healed themselves.
Those with their sons were also beginning to doubt that for a moment they were just really close to their sons.
'Whether you're being deceived or not, I need to help you. Don't leave me alone.'
Suddenly a voice echoes in his head, and Lakyrea is stunned.
"You must be lonely by yourself. You're the one who's gonna help me."
The voice overlapped with the feelings of Lakyrea. No, the love and sense of purpose in LaQuirrea was dug up, overflowing with emotions stronger than anger.