It was also raining that morning. It's been raining since yesterday. The wildflowers did not try to move from the abandoned village during their stay and waited for the rain to stop.
Apparently, this village was recently vandalized and abandoned in the war. I can still ask what hasn't happened since people disappeared. It still remains vivid after life.
I have enough food in my hand, so I eat it up.
The wildflowers here immediately sell out the supplies they have wound up in the villages and battlefields they have attacked, but they are always concerned to have enough money and food to store. I do so here under your policy. It is our policy to consider when we are unable to move due to prolonged inclement weather, such as the present, or when there is a longer period of time that cannot be used for prey.
"I want you to stop by tomorrow or so."
Yoshiyoshi said with a blurry view of the outside. It's a basin village, with sprawling fields. No rice has been planted. The villagers would have fled as a result of the battle before planting.
"Rain stops one day. Someday. That's how it's done."
Your head said as you crushed the seeds and roots of various plants in the rind bowl and made a catalyst for witchcraft.
"Sometimes the clouds run out and the sun shines right after the rain stops, right? That would be nice. The world shines brightly."
This word, which your head uttered, burned into a tired heart.
At that time, tiredness felt strange.
"Tired...... you feel that?
Your head asks in the face. Tired snorts.
"of terribly powerful technique... it's a sign..."
"Oh. It's probably for more than one person, I'm hanging around...... I don't know what kind of technique."
It was clearly visible to the tired eye that the struggle was relaxed from the entire body of your head. Tired feels just like your head.
"This time it doesn't seem like a glimmer. It's gonna take a while."
"Yes."
I was gently slapped in the knee by your head, and tired nodded in a mood.
In the mountains in the rain, in the huts, narrow and sleeping wild sleepers tucked in.
It's too late.
A man of staff called out, but he didn't seem to have been heard by the rain. It seems silly to repeat the same dialogue, so the staff was tongue-in-cheek.
At that time, the staff member confirms the shadow outside the window.
(Oh, if I make a rumor... I'm not making a rumor. Besides, it's not a sight to see, it's a parent)
The staff is surprised to see a bearded relative walking down the mountain path with the eyes of a ship. Are you injured in your right hand, or your right hand is covered with a bandage?
"The guy in the lookout was killed. There's a bunch of wounded wildflowers lurking here, but they're lucky they ran into each other alone."
In response to reports of Zubu wet parenthood, the wildflowers look at each other.
"I'll take my revenge! And finally, the merchant enemies who are in the way! It's just as good as rain!
"Oooh!
The first experience of fighting each other in the same wildfire and the vengeance of those who killed their compatriots increases the tension of the wildfire in the hut.
"But parentage. Why is it so convenient to rain?
Newcomer asked.
"You idiot. I hope it's raining. It's raining, so an ambush is in place. I don't care if we think we're gonna get attacked on a day like this."
And, parentage.
"By the way, what happened to that injury?
"Nothing. You stupid bastard......"
In response to the question of his staff status, his parents held down his right hand and turned to him on the tannic side.
Half a day ago.
"Geez! Stop it. Yeah, yeah!
A restrained man's right hand finger is cut into rounds, one at a time. Further pack the cutting surface.
"He's a strong relative inside."
Mount Qiaobao grins slightly as she holds a blade on the finger of the man with the screaming beard.
This man I happen to find is the head of a wild hoarding group. He's being held and imprisoned and tortured for a certain purpose.
Four stare at the bell sounds, the peacocks, the good dwellers, and the woman with the cloth covering her head, as Qibao Mountain joyfully tortures her.
(Ringtone. No matter how many star charcoal masters, it is something that young daughters often see such a cruel sight. No, I'm in charge, but I don't know if I'm going to let go of the dirty stuff.)
Rin face as usual, seeing the bell sound staring at the torture landscape, Peacock thinks.
(oh... my fingers are stuffed short like that... my right hand won't work properly anymore. What a terrible trick. What a tragic fate. Woohoo...... if they do that to me too......)
He stared at the torture and was, in his heart, a bell tone that layered over him.
"Okay! I'll do as I say! I will, so give me a break already!
"Oh, did I finally give you roots? I wanted to play some more, too bad."
With a brutal grin on his face, Mount Qiaobao can pull the blade in.
"Then it's a request. You lead your child's wildfire and raid another wildfire. All right?"
The target, Wildfire, ambushes another wildfire, and the ringtones ambush further in confusion. That was the kind of operation.
"Even with that promise, what will you do if I run away..."
A bearded vessel with a surprising seep of sweat in his face raises doubts about his eye parentage on the pressing Mount Seven Treasures.
"It's a promise to make it impossible. I'm going to cast a spell on them. Let me make a verbal promise, and when I break it, the curse will activate."
A woman with a cloth covering her head tells her what's wrong with her laughter.
"Okay. Do as I say...... They're coming at us."
"Ho ho ho, good boy. So..."
When the woman applied the procedure, the mustache eye parentage was released.
"I don't know if that's okay. I can't believe the master of Star Charcoal Stream Witchcraft has the power of Star Charcoal Stream Curse, the enemy of an incompatible heaven."
Starling Coal Tamae, a rip-off spellmaker of the Starling Coal Stream spell, told him to tease.
"It's okay. I'll keep it a secret."
"Oh, wow, you're pretty daring. You don't think about what you'd do if you could?
Tamae laughs at the bell tone that answers lightly.
(That's why it's fine. I like that fear because if I find out, it's bound to taste bad)
Not just to enjoy the thrill, of course, but because I thought this was the optimal solution, Suzumi helped Tamae.
"You're an interesting kid. I like it. Because of this, let me divine it for you. Me, I'm not in divination."
Tamae joyfully gives out divination tools, begins ritualized gestures and throws countless sticks of wood on the floor.
"Oh... this is..."
After finishing his fortune, he saw the countless sticks of trees scattered on the floor, and Tamae's face was blue.
"This is... fierce. Until brilliant. Your battle will end in failure, and you will lose your life, your honor, and other important things. Stop it."
Hearing the ominous divination results, the four often lose their words.
"Well, it's a fortune teller. Don't be confused."
Mount Qiaobao throws up, but the dialogue was a word unleashed against himself with anxiety. Somehow, Tamae's words resonate strongly. It is deeply stabbed. I can't put a smile on it. I'm feeling convincing. And that was the same for the other three.
Five bell tones view the abandoned village from the mountains in the rain that falls.
"It was a shame they kept being held back by the rain. And with this heavy rain, it's easy to ambush."
A bell noise in the shadow says as he looks over the abandoned village with a telescope. Everyone besides the ringtone wraps around the bamboo, a rain gear made of straw knitting.
"We can have rain... The Lord and the others may well, but you should try from me with the sparkling rope."
Good neighbours blur with sinister faces.
"Are you ready for rain shelter?
Qiaobaoshan asks.
"Of course you do. But it makes it hard to get around small. The accuracy of shooting decreased, and besides, this sneak descent made my vision worse. I'd like you to change the day if possible..."
Naturally, we know that's not possible.
"I apologize to the good dwellers, but I will fight with this rain on my side"
I telescope, and the ringtone proclaimed with a resolute face.