Later in the Black Age, the leaves scattered by the Black Son, the Kuroko, lived long after the Kuroko died, dragging his dark feelings.
He became one of the warriors of the village, was given a demonic prop that sealed the spirit of the hateful maniac, and has also carried out several spiritual defense missions. I have no objections to my life as a warrior. There is also a sense of fullness. But when I realize it's for the village, I'm really angry. I can't really have it, like a sense of belonging or pride in the village.
Nuri Village, which has been doing this for hundreds of years. Nuri Village by writing that the effort is impressive. What kind of effort is that? Growing up a bad guy, letting him do whatever he wants in the village, letting him offend his daughter? There were houses where babies were killed, and some of them were left with a lifetime of handicaps following terrible violence. Is that a good endeavor? Are you sure you want revenge after you've endured it?
And you're going to continue doing this, making wounds to the hearts and minds of many people, and maintaining the village?
Nor is the effect of the magic props and curses that have sealed the Spirit of the Black Son by Unguided. Soon the resentment of the resentment spirits will fall out and become Buddha with nature. If that happens, the effect of the magic prop will also be lost. That is why it is the logic that new magic tools are also needed, but it is a centuries-only story that loses its effectiveness. Those numbers are sufficient now.
Even if it were necessary, I've always wondered if I didn't have to do this curse in a different way.
When Ip told that to the youngsters his age, they all thought the same thing.
On the other hand, many of the elderly have given up completely. Some say they have experienced the Black Period twice, but they have accepted it. Between the last generation and ourselves, Yezi felt a great wall and felt frustrated and contemptuous towards them. Only a prayer artist put me in tune.
And one day, the negative sentiments of the village's youths were simultaneously amplified and exploded.
Neither Leaf nor Shigemitsu nor the other young men felt unnatural because they had been complaining from day to day. If you think calmly, it's too sudden an emotional change, you know, but it didn't come to that thought.
A different boy appeared before the leaves when they gathered together in the young men and decided from this village to the conclusion that they would lose the Black Period.
A dark, naked boy whose whole body sucks out all the light. Without speaking at all, he named himself Devil by letters alone, and when he was on their side, Ye Zi recognized and accepted without question.
Of course, that's what Devil does. Including their simultaneous awakening.
Huge, more like a potato worm than a person. It was only by releasing a disastrous mind that I did not feel alive at all.
"I don't see him alive."
Face close, Shining says.
"This is a corpse doll."
Looking down at the giant potato worm, the lily determines.
"What's a corpse doll?
"Do you know how zombies are made - how they work as zombies?
To the brilliance of asking, Lily asks the other way around.
"The technique, the virus, the grudge, the case, it's all different."
"So can we say that the body possessed by the Spirit is alive by fulfillment?
"You wouldn't be able to say that"
"So what if only the soul is lost and the physical function is normal?
"Hard to say it's alive, too. No, if the soul is out, it is clearly dead"
Asked so much, Huiming understood what Lily was trying to say.
"Yes. So is this flesh. The flesh is functioning, but there is no soul inside."
"What!?
Thousand stones give a voice of surprise to the words spoken by Lily.
"This corpse doll has many tricks on it. The appointed time has come and it is designed to move when the conditions are in place. And in response to the ordained act, we're going to make another move. In other words - in the last days of the Black Age, a sacrifice called the Black Son is offered, which catalyzes the resentment of the village and the resentment of the Black Son, creating a magical prop"
"Try the programmed robot... Besides, whether it's a robot or a zombie, I can't believe it imparts extraordinary power to tools..."
It's a hard story to believe, but I didn't feel like Lily was making it up. As a necromancer, as I am telling you with certainty, I was felt by Shining.
"Though manipulated by mighty demonic powers, you can't classify them as demonic because of their soulless vessels. It's a doll in the end, even though it takes a lot of work and a lot of powerful tricks."
"Did the villagers worship such things as God for centuries..."
Stunning thousand stones, Shining looks frigid.
(What kind of play is that?
Not just this time, it is a brilliance that has been so impressed by Thousand Stones several times before.
"Thousand stones, I'd rather have my soul in this guy all the time. Hundreds of years in captivity, once every thirty-three years, you get called up just for the role of making magic props or something."
"Well, so is that..."
Shining told me, Thousand Stones agreed to take care of it.
"It's really funny that you really thought of dolls as gods, etc. But don't forget what's at stake. That someone made this extremely expensive doll. It must have been the will of some people to create a system called the Black Age in this village and let it pass down for hundreds of years, right? I'm not sure if any of them are still alive."
To Lily's point, Thousand Stones pushes silence and Shining puts his hand on his chin and thinks in.
"It reminds me of the Star Charcoal Flow spell. Those old guys used to exercise the art of raw spiritualization by spelling to their compatriots to gain power. It's not particularly unusual, but the evil taste of this village in the Black Age is ridiculous."
The class of spells is a glow I hate.
"This story... can't be told to the villagers. Please don't say anything."
Thousands of stones complain with trembling voices, but both Shining and Lily silenced each other. To that unexpected reaction, Thousand Stones will not be able to carry on two sentences.
Neither Shining, nor Lily, whom I have just met, have much faith in Thousand Stones. At least I'm not peddling the word.
"I'll be looking into this for a while now. This meat doll itself is a very well made substitute."
"Oh, is there anything I can do to help? Yes, there is.
Lily smiles small at the brilliance of hearing in an upward voice.
"Nothing in particular. You don't have to worry about me."
"Oh well..."
A glow that unfortunately drops its shoulders.
"He's the one who was brought here by the reformists for once, and shouldn't we keep an eye on him?
"Whoa, yeah, that's it. Yeah, I mean, surveillance, then."
He was dressed to be helped by a thousand stones, and Shining matched him like he had caught on.
"Oh, hey, what's wrong with you guys getting together?
There was a calm voice from the villagers gathered around the temple, and the villagers turned to those who spoke.
"Oh, thank you."
The reformist youths meet. The elderly were similarly meeting.
"Oh, this is Nanakuse-san."
Alisui sees it from within the subspace and raises her voice. He is also a frequent visitor in Eko.
(You've heard the name. Even one of the vendors specializing in hiding. Contrary to appearance, you can do pretty good, this guy)
Looking at a middle-aged man with glasses and a bright smile, Shu thinks. I don't like the human aura that's creeping through the training grounds.
"Excuse me, Mr. Seven Kushes. Suddenly I called you up."
An elderly prayer man comes and deals with the Seven Kushes in a haphazard manner.
"No, that's okay. Uh, you want to know the roots of this village?
"Yes. I'm ashamed no one in the village knows..."
"I don't know everything either. I'll talk to you as long as I know. Is that okay? I'm gonna talk to you right now."
"Please"
"Say hello."
In the seventh kusei of confirmation, the reformist youths and prayers hang their heads.
"Then I'll talk to you. It's a pretty shocking story, so be prepared."
Qi Kusei spoke with a smile and a loving grin.