The day after they arrived at the front base, the mercenaries were walking into the jungle towards the guerrilla supply base.
The aim was an ambush on the supply base and the rescue of the villagers who were exposed to the supply base.
"How can you ask us, the mercenaries, for such an important mission?"
Charles speaks his doubts as he walks in the jungle. I understand that there are many circumstances.
Now there's no way. He chooses an easy place to walk, steps on grass and leaves, and walks between grass trees.
True panicked to avoid the bugs shaking and about to touch his face as he sprinkled the grass stretched high. I hate to remember Johnny being stabbed by a sasori yesterday.
The sounds of various birds and bugs make it sound as if they are playing as well. The atmosphere is the jungle of the rainforest.
Forest with grasshoppers everywhere you go. Such anxiety depends on the truth that the new homes and Simons who walk in the lead know where to go properly.
Truth is, I believe in Simon, but my new home is utterly incredible. The word "crazy" is the perfect guy to haunt, like yesterday's strange words and behavior or sudden throwing of a sasori. But it is also true that such a man is recognized as a leader by the soldiers of war.
"How long do you walk..."
Johnny blurs next to true. It was a walking pack even until we arrived at the front line base, but I didn't even complain there. This time, however, because of the difficulty of walking, it seems to have finally touched the complaint meter because the journey with the large luggage consumes extra strength.
"All right, let's camp here"
Where the sun was about to fall, a new home stopped and said, and today's march was over.
It was always a hammock with a mosquito net when I went wild in the jungle. If you were sleeping on the ground, there's a chance that a sawdust or a muckade or a spider or an ant or snake would sneak into your sleeping bag. It is not safe to wrap around sleeping bags. I was also told that I didn't know if it was true or false, especially that the Great Hundred Foot had a strong jaw and chewed off blade proof fiber. It also prevents sleeping cold from the ground.
"Oops, this is the rumor of a hundred feet."
As everyone was resting in the camp, the new home caught Mukade and showed off well.
"Whoa, you're still alive!
Keep your distance with Simon's pulled face. The mukade in the hands of the new home is well over 30 cm long and is violently resisting and rampant.
"You bet. He's dead, and it's not funny to bring it, so I caught him alive."
New home in a natural tone.
"It's the biggest muckade in the world, the Pelvian Giant Omcee. He also has a chewing jaw of plastic. There are some examples of kids being bitten and dying, so let's not really get bitten by stories like that."
"I don't..."
I squeal like I don't care what the truth is about my new home that I'm going to pay attention to in the face.
I laugh at the garlic while my new home sees the truth. This smile, I watched closely until not long ago. Jen Tanyo, a childhood friend, was laughing at me before I made any pranks. I had a fiercely unpleasant feeling.
"Ho ho ho."
It was a new home that threw the mukade in its hand with true eyes, but the truth anticipates the act just before, cutting the mukade with a hand knife.
"Ah, what a cruel thing! Even Mukade is alive. I didn't eat it, but I killed it for nothing. As a punishment, you eat that muck. That's an order, boss."
"True, ignore it."
Charles speaks from afar. It really helps, to be honest.
"Woohoo, poor Mukade"
"Isn't this what happened because you brought it? If you're pathetic, you eat."
Johnny taunts his new home overlooking Omkade's body and chorusing.
"You've got to be kidding me, this one. Why do I have to eat muckade again? It doesn't taste good."
"Huh... Have you eaten?
Johnny's mockery turns into a caught laugh.
"It's a flavor that I don't even think belongs in this world. Still, for the story and the punitive game, I ate it without spitting it out. By the way, I've had whopper loopers."
"Whooper looper?"
It was a bragging new home, but Johnny didn't know the name for what would be a wooper-looper.
"He's a messenger of love from UFO. This one."
When the new home projected a holographic display, a lizard-like form of creature, growing a slightly darker pink ela in a lovely, all-body pale pink with a smile, was swimming in the water.
"Whoa... you're like a fairy... Is there such a cute creature in the world? You... ate such a lovely creature? How can you be willing to eat this..."
Johnny sees his new home in the eyes that it's hard to understand.
Whopperlooper refers to an ahollotor, an amphibian toddler named Mexican Salamander. When I say salamander, I'm not a lizard with a fire. I'm talking about San Shaw. This asshole rotor albino individual became an explosive popularity in Japan in the 1980s, under the name Whopper Looper.
And Ahollotor is a mature individual who retains the appearance and nature of a preschooler, called "Neoteny", which is mature at an early age. If you compare it even more plainly, it's like a frog that doesn't change what a geek looks like.
"Mercenary school cave training. The edible whopper was released. So, I've caught a bunch of other bats and bats and camadomas, but I played a game that I didn't really want to remember to decide who was going to eat what, and as a result of that game, I was going to eat a Whopper Looper. It was delicious, by the way."
This asshole rotor, by the way, is also edible for once. Because of its strong regenerative capacity, it is also commonly used as an experimental animal.
The living organism, Mexican salamander, is designated as an endangered species in Mexico of origin, with a reduced number for random capture and environmental destruction. Asshole rotors in other countries in Japan were bred in their respective countries.
"I've devised a game that I don't want to recall, but it's a new home."
And, Simon.
"What game did you play?
True asks.
"You know what a gooper is?
Asked the other way by Simon, true to snort.
"The guy who did that gooper and gooped out is gooped and beats whoever put out the par. Hit the goo guy with the par when you get the par out. The guy who got beat up and knocked out has the right to choose the food he's got behind him. The guy who became a majority in Goo and Parr, too, had the right to choose behind him. Beat him while deciding on the fewest guys. The one who wins can choose decent food. The guy who knocked it out, when he wakes up, goopers and hits him again. That's how I'm going to decide the order in which I'm going to take food. The last two remaining compete in just a junket. Yeah, that was a very barren game."
"I pared it out first and as a minority I won, but all the other guys goofed up and got beat up by a spill... And after beating him up so many times, he's a whopper louver."
After Simon's explanation, he describes a bitter memory of his new home.
(It seems that the very contents of that game are broken...)
With Simon's explanation, I truly thought. It's hard to get the opponent KO even if you put out a par, and everyone keeps putting out goo and wondering if it won't be a game.
"Ready? I've had muckades before. I've had a Whopper Looper too. That is, the act is a performance, plus experience as a human being. You've never had a muckade or a whopperlooper, have you? I ate! I mean, I'm so much better than you as a person! Treat him with respect!
Pointing to the rolling mukade as the new home shifted in a high-pressure tone toward Johnny.
"Don't make fun of the experience. If you want to get some experience as a person too, if you admire wanting to be like me, you should eat this mukade right away. If you can't do that, you'll always be half a servant!
"Half a serving is fine..."
Johnny turned his back on his new home with the face that he couldn't get along.
"Yes, a complete argument. I won again. I want to know defeat."
A new home fluttering toward Johnny's back. From what I've heard right now, I truly thought you might have already lost in the way you got to eat that Whopper Looper, but it's a hassle, so don't go into it.
Before dinner, Simon had been out of his seat for a while, but eventually he came back with three dishes and mushrooms squarely in his arms. I also pack it in the backpack I carried.
"Just the portable food." Then don't think it tastes good. "
Simon lets you spread a grin without grin.
"Is it okay to eat mushrooms?
Johnny asks terribly.
"Simon has great knowledge of three dishes and mushrooms. Just look at the mushroom and see if it's poisonous."
The new home will cover it.
"That's why I cook. We've all had about three meals."
Simon prompts us and we all start preparing to boil mushrooms and three dishes.
"You have a bit of a clear mind. Picnic mood."
True speaks to Johnny.
"Oh, the boulder feels Simon. But... can you really eat these mushrooms?
Johnny smiles, too, but still suspected, cutting toxic colored mushrooms with a knife.