The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

That day.

We were pissed off playing Uno, and for some reason we were told we were out of dinner, so we flattened out a few burgers that were too far past the item box.

Then, for some reason, he got angry again, but he told me that if I came over the burger, I would forgive him, so I flattened him looking delicious in front of him.

The guard was weeping blood at that time.

So the next day.

Both Chloe and Ur had gone home, and I was sleeping in the finest bet I had created with primitive magic, and I was woken up by yelling.

"Hey, you! Time to wake up and breakfast! Come on, get up!... or get up quickly! Really wake up!? Otherwise I'd be pissed off!?

When I opened my thin eyes to the words, there was a guard there slamming a magical formation cage with cancer that served as a high-ranking junction, and he looked just a little relieved to see me awake.

- So I decided to sleep twice.

"Good night."

"Whoa...... wait hey!! Oh, can't you see I'm telling you to get up fast!?

Huh, that's sweet.

I don't take orders from anyone anymore.

Whatever, you've got a paradise like this.

"Oh......, prison is the best"

I shrugged and fell asleep on my back with Goron.

It was a pretty hard schedule during my training, and after three years of seeing it, all I get is Eloise, and I'm going to go to some weird country that worships me. Actually, I was pretty tired.

For that reason, I was wondering if it was time for a break or something like that. It is this wrongful crime where I thought so.

"That's it, I often see Lanobe's protagonist being caught on a wrongful charge, but I wonder why he can be so serial. I wish I could just shut up and get caught and remodel the house."

"You're the only one who can do that!? Come out, please! Otherwise the director will piss you off!

When I sighed and woke up in that desperate cry, I stretched my back and said:

"The red and black room also makes my eyes tickle and I'm tired... Just give me a minute to grind my teeth."

In the words, he looked stunned.

afterwards.

Ginn had been taken by the guard and had come to the dining room, which was a short walk away.

Because this prison itself is underground, there is no room in its large room, and as the magic lamp illuminates, the inmates in just qualitative outfits hang on to the rice with their nosy eyes, or they grin wildly and cook the rice.

But one of them, arrogantly armed, stared at Ginn.

The uniform, so unusual to the other guards, represents that the man is also special in this prison, and the prisoners, once named after him for his extreme evil, still soothe themselves before the man's displeasure.

The man's name is' Craze '- a man who once made the best of extreme evil and was also known as' the embodiment of evil '.

But Craze revamped as he spent time in this prison and came back to this prison after he came out - this time, as a guard.

He then worked desperately and as a result, a race called the Demon Nation, but thus went up to the warden of the prison.

- But.

(Knock..., what the hell is that guy... ugh!)

Craze threw it away so hatefully in his face.

Ahead of that gaze are the newcomers who were put in this prison the other day - the name, Gin-Crashbell, the young ace of this settlement.

'Craze......, watch out for that criminal named Ginn. I have that unscrewed vibe somewhere, but that guy's brain is pretty good. You'll hurt your eyes if you don't...'

And he told him with a distant eye.

Its elves are of high pride, and its loyalty to this country is quite high, often taking the statements in question and actions that can only be described as foolish, but its strength is nevertheless so high that there is no one lined up in this country alone, and in the Beast King militant last year it was the Beast King who lost in the finals, but its strength to defeat and win the other fierces is certain.

Such a man went out of his way to him of the devil tribe.

(I see..., is this what the guy was saying...)

Craze thought about that emotion that was beginning to arise within himself - realizing his anger.

He walked toward Ginn, rattling guts and footsteps as he breathed out consciously with the hu.

Moments later, the sound of sound disappeared from the dining room, and those who laughed until earlier accidentally pulled their cheeks hard.

They know - how many times a man named Craze is a horrible man.

That's why I turned my pity on the man in that weird border outfit, who is looking up at the craze now with a strange face.

But...

"... Huh? Whatever it is, no one's paying attention? Are you kidding me? Is this uncle being hubbed?

Ginn pointed at the craze and eared at the nearby guard man.

But in this cafeteria, where he was still, his voice reached all the others, word for word, word for word, and not only the craze, but the others accidentally strangled him.

That was no exception for the man in the guard, who tried to give back "what is it about" -

"No, I don't know what you're familiar with, but it's that guy's mustache..., you have such a terrible sleeping habit... poor thing"

To the words, everyone fought except Craze.

Craze's beard.

It is the implicit understanding in this prison that it must never be touched upon.

Anyway, his mustache is - 'Vertical Roll'.

Some once tried to talk funny and crazy about it, but it was guarded dead by other prisoners and guards with a handful of consciences, and at some point such a custom could be made.

But...

(((((ho, say that in front of the person!?)))

How dare he, Ginn, say that in front of him?

The longitudinal roll (mustache) of the famous lady wakes up early every morning and takes three hours to fix her original beard straight, making her remember that stunning roll on top of it. The time it takes them - four and a half hours in total.

The guards who know them unwittingly sweat cold, and the prisoners begin to distance themselves from the craze that would be butiggered.

- But it didn't seem to be him stopping for that.

"Not at all... isn't it awful for everyone to pretend not to look at it? Look, you're one of the same inmates, right? We have to be very careful."

Everyone wanted to say this to Ginn.

- No, it's not a prisoner, it's the director! and.

But such words did not reach him, and when he saw what he saw, he smiled with nothing but frigidity.

If he noticed, his hands were gripped with a hairdryer and a pin, and Ginn didn't get lost - he plugged the pin into a longitudinal roll.

"" "" What!?

Oh, my God.

After treating the director as a prisoner, he concludes that Charm Point is a sleeping habit and has spent four and a half hours setting that mustache back exactly now using a hairdryer and a It's only abuse anymore.

Craze was also a puffy shiver, and he raised his voice by wiping tears in his eyes with the hem of his clothes.

"Heh, heh! Or don't get me wrong, prisoner! This mustache is fashion! What?"

"Once again, well, there's no such a lousy fashion - is there? If anyone really thinks about fashion with a mustache like this, maybe it's crazy with his head."

- Instant kill, is.

From what you can see, there stands a craze that is already completely in tears, and the vertical rolls that existed there until earlier are now adorably decorated by pink ribbons, golden stars, etc. that have been removed from somewhere - as such, it's like a Christmas tree on Holy Night.

Ginn, who finished it and paid for the bread and hands, loosened his cheeks satisfactorily - and turned his gaze toward its palm.

Its palms are dirty with bettori and sebum, and the same people who saw it accidentally said, "No more!" I'm about to scream.

But it's boulder gink quality.

"Wow, that mustache is dirtier than I thought..."

Craze ran away in tears.

My name is Plum.

He is a shitty guard.

Two names - "Brother Number".

I've been thinking lately that two more cool names were good, but rumor has it that some big men have been dishonorably named 'Virgin Mary' or something like that on a man's ass, so, well, I decided to assume it would have been good.

gossip.

I was able to hickey home for a day and two in a row yesterday because the holiday was just right from that day - the day I met the authentic 'monster' named Executor. Seriously hikikomori is the best.

Well, I spared myself playing the game while I slept and ate, so my stomach made a strange noise and rang, and when I saw it in front of the mirror in the morning, I had a big beard under my eyes.

Well, I don't care.

That's why I headed to my prison this morning, suppressing the feeling of sloppiness.

But...

"... hey, my childhood is familiar. What the hell is wrong with you?

I saw how familiar I was when I was there, and I asked him that.

Then, for some reason, he was dressed in a black uniform, and he saluted me.

"Ha, good morning, Lieutenant Plum! Once you do, can I check your ID?!?

"... oh, you, what's really going on...?

I finally got really worried about him.

But he didn't seem to listen to me, so when I gave him my ID, which was a sign that I was serving in this prison, I handed it to him.

"Ha, let me check............... yes, no problem! Please come through!

That's how he is.

"Enjoy your days to our Lord God today!

Yes, the first time I saw it, Bishy turned the perfect salute to me.

The angle of the arms, the posture, the opening of the legs...... that salute that can only be used to describe them as perfect wherever you take them.

But the salute didn't belong to this country, and a thought passed in my head.

"No way!? Brainwashed by some enemy country - jail has been taken over!?

I hurried down the stairs and took out a bunch of those keys that were in my bag.

I can't find the door keys because I'm in a hurry, and the hurry inside me only grows momentarily.

(Ma, it's not good..., I only have a bad feeling about it!)

For a long time, my bad feeling was a good hit.

There were times when I was survived because of this, and there are countless times when I was helped by this.

When I finally found the key in my mind, I went as far as I could into the keyhole in the door.

"Please... everyone stay safe!

I scream like that seriously and open the door whenever I don't.

The worst possibilities are past as far as I can think of in my head, and I bite my teeth at the sight that can also be called that hell.

And...

"Master Ginn! I brought you a drink!

"Hmm, don't suffer - hey. This is booze, right? I don't drink the rest, I want juice."

"I'm sorry! I will bring you the highest quality juice that I can pass on to this country right now!

"Bye, silly! There's no way Master Ginn would drink alcohol! Think for a second and move!

What was there was more hell than that.

The guards and prisoners are all moving together, and Craze, the director of the guard who made the mistake, is slapping him with a whip.

And its center.

The man sitting in the pose that he would be a little too cool on the throne.

Although the words' crazy 'and' medium two diseases' seem to fit correctly, it is strangely a little annoying to be in the hall due to the intimidation of the throne and the style that overflows from its body.

When he looks at me,

"Oh, it's a customer. You guys... be polite."

"" "" Jesus, My Lord!

Seeing that, I screamed like this by accident.

"Brainwashing is that way!?".