Shadow Brave's Readventure - Re-Tale of the Brave

After the "Uncrowned Troops (No Orders)" assembled. Sometimes Tina immerses herself in research day and night, but now she and I had to do something about the adventure department. So I was supposed to do some errands with the cherry blossoms that night.

"I tell you, you don't need a man standing up for despair in front of my command. Whoever gives up raw is not going to take him anywhere. But if you don't give in and you don't give up yet, I'll take you beyond death."

Inside the theater, a harsh and good voice echoes. This is one showcase of theatre. That was why it was the most temperamental act. But Tina's voice rang in her ear, but it didn't ring in her head. What was sounding instead was another voice.

"I tell you, you don't need to stand up for despair in front of my command. Whoever gives up raw is not going to take him anywhere. But if you don't give up yet, and you don't give up yet, let me take you beyond death."

"'If refusing to do so means slashing it with my hands here... so let's ask. Are you ready to scratch the algae and scratch them alive to the end?

The voice of the man he loves himself woods in his head behind the voice of another man. This is a curse. It was a curse not to be seen in the body of an ultimate man. Tina, one of those who saw it, is of no lesser colour, and so affirms.

Scratch the algae, scratch the feet. It's the voice of a man who has gone to a dead place more than once. He had suffered many times. What I wanted to die for is not enough with my fingers on both hands. Even living must have been painful.

Yet, I scratched my feet alive. In a later diagnosis, a distorted boy diagnosed with Survivors Gilt. That was the man's word. Listening to such a former boy, in a flash-backed world, she visions the future of the far side.

"Oh, I'm sure this boy"

I'm sure you'll be worn out and decayed. She was not the only one, but everyone who knew his sexual roots visioned that sight of a far future. Thus received is a blessing that leads itself to a hero, a curse that binds it to the 'hero'.

It is not allowed to rust, break or lack, let alone die more. An immortal spirit that never rusts into an immortal body that never gets old. The metamorphosis of the end of greatness that can never be achieved by man. That was what he looked like.

In a sanctuary where no one enters, he gains one, endless solitude. Under the beautiful sky, I just give myself up to loneliness. That's the reward from the world for his deeds, his end of the line. He knew the loneliness of such a far future.

Besides, everyone admired it. On its back, metaphorically stand such loneliness, for there was' pride '. That's why I admired it. That is a heroic aspiration that everyone has had. Because it was their starting point that I wanted to be here.

The metaphorical flesh is doomed, these 'pride' alone will not let it decay. Even if you cannot gain immortal flesh, let it become an immortal soul. Anyway, a man who has become an immortal soul is in front of him. There's no reason why you can't.

And I have an example. It's the same soul. There's no reason why you can't do it yourself. Even the man's fig in front of me is fine. The important thing is not to decay the 'pride' you hold. That's why all the visionaries ask about the man they admire.

"Why didn't you give up and move on"

Ask him, sitting in the far future, who he would have walked with along the way. To the words, he turned.

'Cause you guys were there.

In the solitude of the end. A man laughs. There is nothing to be ashamed of when he gains loneliness (despair) when questioned from the bottom of a dazzling memory. For him, that's the 'pride' above all else. He was with those who had the same thoughts. That's why I could reach immortality.

The supreme realm that could never be reached by itself. This is his only paradise (Elishon) reserved for him. It is the last hell (Tartarus) to which the immortal will reach and the last sanctuary (Arcadia).

Even if I was the only one who got to the metaphor, there were countless companions along the way. That was his' pride 'above all else.

"Then can we get there too?"

Again, I ask myself. Everyone thinks I don't have enough heroes. By asking the hero, I thought I'd step closer to the hero. Besides, a man blinks like a former boy and snaps his neck.

'What are you talking about, you guys?

You're already in the sanctuary. You're free to come or not, though. A man tells him off the record with a laugh. It's a curse. They found themselves standing in the sanctuary (Arcadia) at the end of a distant future where even flesh and flesh perished.

I may say that I have been embedded with a fragment of my immortal soul. That's why, it was a curse. I know I can be a hero, and no one wants to be a hero. It is no longer decaying. That is why 'we' swear, as engraved into the depths of our souls.

"" Whoa, whoa!

(At some point, we stand here. We don't have enough heroes, so)

"" Then let's explore together. To our far ideal end!

The roar echoes. But it was a play, and therefore the oath which was put therein was not put anywhere. It was merely a voice in response to the words of a brave man. The voice of my heart, it wasn't in. Of course, because whoever gets this has treated it as a mere illusion, and no one has ever told anyone.

"I want a better tomorrow than today. I want a future where no one can mourn. The future we can all help each other, the future we can all save, the days we don't need sacrifice or sacrifice... that's the future we want. Don't you? Well, let's go. '

A man who stands before the heroes of the future, and who makes himself a fantasy home and stands at the end of his ideals, sends his congratulations from far past and future. That is a celebration engraved in my heart. I know the way. All you have to do is target his back. Tina doesn't know on her back like that and visions her father (Ixphos).

"Eh."

Jiri, the burning pain scorches the back of her brain. Silver hair flickers at all times when you fantasize about kite's future. That was the cause of the pain.

She is < >. She is unlikely to exist. Therefore, the secrets of the other world, which should not have been solved, were about to be temporarily solved by the overlap between the backs of the father and the man she loved, who was burning deep in her heart. That said, I only hallucinated for a moment. So this pain ends in an instant, too.

"What's wrong with you?

"What... I didn't just get a headache. I don't care because there are occasions. It's not just a hallucination."

Tina rarely answers a query in a cherry whisper that she notices is strange during the viewing of the play. What you see is the same all the time. It's the back of a silver-haired man who followed a deep pale and crimson.

"I wonder who it is, this is..."

I desperately stopped connecting the silver hair that was about to scratch off, and the tears went away. Only a painful nostalgia comes to my chest. I know. That's what the depths of my heart scream. I can't remember, even though I say so. It was some kind of dilemma.

To an inherently improbable force, an inherently improbable being. Come there even more, you're a hero on the same back as my father. An inherently improbable dilemma, due to its three combinations. Impossible manufacturing events. That was what caused Tina's headache.

"The rest is inherently a soul without birth... or inherently a dead man... then this is the father who sits somewhere in the other world, maybe it is..."

Tina snaps one. As Kate once said, < > only < > is told in the form of an oral message. Therefore, she unknowingly tells the identity of < > Mistoltin >.

"Are you doomed to decay on the battlefield... or are you stumbling into a world-wide natural disaster? < > It's not a busy fate, though..."

Tina finds herself in a tragedy. That's a guess as to why I was orphaned. And, such a solitary, but naturally, to the faces of the surrounding acquaintances, he had been asked.

If you noticed, the play was seated in the middle, and you were in a temporary break. Because it is a longer play, from the theater troupe side, it was necessary to sit in the middle in order to give the audience a break, for example, by preparing the main tools.

"What's wrong with you? Ever since just now..."

"Mm... what did I say?

When you're concentrating on yourself, it's hard to notice. Tina hadn't even noticed.

"I was never born, I fell into < > or something..."

"Mm..."

Shit. Tina grabs it and bitter things creep up. This was not what the Emperor Leonhardt was supposed to be allowed to hear, as he did not know. In particular, I cannot accept any mention of < > and how it was born.

Out of pain and anguish, I guess it was called alarm or weakness. It was their only mistake that had come out of their mouths.

"... the rest are < >"

"Aren't you a witch?

Cherry blossoms inquire into the words heard. Tina is supposed to be a witch. That is not a mistake.

"I'm not wrong. The rest are < > and not just witches. Leave that alone... we shouldn't be watching wartime plays cheap."

Seeing Tina look weak, I guess we shouldn't ask together, grasp. I don't know why, but he looked pretty weak.

That leaves Tina not trying to talk about anything, and they all head to wash their hands and take a break. We're going into the middle of the play. Standing along the way is impeccable to other guests and performers alike. I almost said, even if I didn't feel like it. So, after all of them disappeared, Kite, who was looking at the situation here through the demon of use, came with a metastasis.

"... ok"

"... what?

"You don't wanna be seen, do you?

Kate sits Tina on her own lap. Naturally, Tina and I are children of men. Sometimes they are just as weak as they look right now. When I said that, it was the way Kite was going to hold him.

"... I'm sorry"

Koten, and Tina leave her body with Kate and put her face on her chest. It was the boulders who showed their weakness, which was always tarnishing, to children who didn't even go old.

She's right, we shouldn't have seen wartime plays cheaply. Especially the shape of the play and the setting of the stage should not have. I was remembering all the things I didn't need because I saw them in a way that followed the war as a story. Ancient wounds hurt.

"After three years away, it's still something I forget... the pain I should have forgotten, it's back"

"You're still telling me... that you're a good woman, and you're going to be an objective good mother. Both the old farmers are tattooed. Don't worry."

"That's about it..."

The only good thing about getting in here is Kite. We enter deep into our hearts because we swear to each other that we will be husband and wife. That's why Kate was talking about stepping in where Mireille and the others didn't.

"< > can't be a good parent... history proves it..."

"Whoa... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Kite gently strokes Tina's sad head. Besides, Tina smiles thinly.

"That's not what < > says."

"You're covering it up now. History proves it. Lewis, Merlin, you."

The two people Kate named besides Tina are the < > they get to know each other. Lewis is the pseudonym of Ixphos' sister, Tina's aunt, and Merlin is the magician of King Arthur, famous on Earth. Knowing him on odd edges, he was also < >. But they all failed to raise their children, even if they were not real children.

"... Whew, kite. Lord, who are you really?

"Yeah?"

"The Lord is the Lord. But I still don't know what the Lord is < >. There are many strange things. Over the past few months, I have reconsidered a lot in the fold that I was asked to tell about my past, and realized how strange it was. Lord, how did you know where the rest of the resurrection was? Why did you bring the rest back to life? What does your lord know? Hide what?

Tina asks Kite if she can find out where she is. There's only one thing she knows about a man with silver hair. That's what I know about Kate. This was all I was sure of.

"Sesen"

"To end the war? That can't be. Your Lord saw ending the war as a secondary thing. Besides, the rest of the intervention only speeded up the end. And most importantly, we found the rest of the sealed land with the strength of the Lord at that time... why the Lord could have made things less than his sister could have improved at that time."

It was here that Tina, blocking Kate's words, felt like she had all the answers. That's not certain of anything. It's just a hunch. But you were right. That's where Kite hid it above all else.

"... you're loved... so I'll hide it. Not yet. Not then. Not then."

I told her why. Kate didn't tell me who loved her though. Actually, it was a lie that Kate was asked by Tia and the others to resurrect Tina.

They're not the ones who asked for it. The Silver Man (Ixphos) was the one who asked Kite. Aware of his daughter's plight, he used an edge to ask Kite.

In the first place, they are weaker than Tistenia. I couldn't have known where Tina was sealed. We need another help. It is also due to the owner of a power that is not a legitimate force. So it was Ixphos who sensed.

"... a man with silver hair, huh?

Kate's eyes open with amazement. That was so stunning that I couldn't even afford to act. That was the answer.

"Well... I don't care who it is. Let's wait... for him to come."

"Ha... do that... because, Father"

With a voice so small that it doesn't sound like Tina, Kite snaps that it was brought to her back as she leaned back. She is on her own, about to come to the phantom of her father.

On the contrary, even Jake, the Duke of Heisenberg, noticed after him and even tried to gain certainty in his intervention during the war, which even the numerous nobles could not understand. It was terribly intelligent.

As such, the sighing kite decided to close her eyes as she stroked Tina's weak head, guessing how far she noticed.

"... I knew it was Justy's kid... because I wouldn't be able to guess that much."

Ixfoss laughs, who was in the same theater as Kettle Kettle. But the smile even seemed to cry somewhere. My daughter waits for a meeting with herself without saying a single grudge. You couldn't have wanted to cry.

"You can cry, right?

"I'm not crying."

I laugh like Ixphos lit up at the words of the crimson girl. I'm here to see Kite for a purpose, but I can't do it now on a boulder. My daughter was lying next to me. I couldn't expose myself to boulders. selfish, but not yet.

"Also, change the day... let's go. I'm free, and you can ask Merlin something."

Ixphos and the girls disappear again. Thus, Ixphos, who renewed his resolve, was to resume his journey.