The Great Eight States and the Secret Border Cell.
Two long-lived people, also known as the two Great Sengokus, were on their way to Arcana.
The reason is the difference, people, is to help Arcana.
As an ally unlimited to reciprocal as the inside of the tempera is, the Arcana summit was pleasantly welcoming.
There is nothing more gratifying than a Immortal who feels burdened here, the connections brought back by the mountain water had definitely benefited this country.
"The elder of the great eight states, he is a geese… he is the master of Suibok and Fuukei, and the master of Zen who is here"
"Hi, my name is Zen. I am a disciple of Kacho, Suibok and Sansui..."
Kacho, who hits his grandfather's master in mountain water, was apologizing to his opponent for the leadership of the Arcana kingdom.
I never felt uncomfortable apologizing because I have quite a few things to apologize for without thinking about it.
However, he even twisted his neck slightly against Zen's explanation. Say thank you, I don't know what that means.
"My name is Ziez. The maker of the treasure that turned Lord Sansui's body into stone was my disciple..."
The immortals of the Great Eight States apologizing.
That they still all look very young or young.
And it would be Big Heavenly Dog and Swimbok being rolled to the floor that would attract more attention than those. You look pretty spicy, but nobody's trying to help you two.
"The same is true of Fuukei's inconvenience with the Kingdom of Arkana and the Domino Republic, but the fact that Suibok did nothing to this country that was being attacked by dragons. Above all, I stoned Sansui's visit to the Great Eight States... sorry"
An apology for a young looking geese.
The same people who are listening to it, but my eyes turn to Swivok and Cell.
"Let me apologize, including for leaving one arm intact...... Swivok, the Great Tengu. Apologize too."
"... I am so sorry"
"Forgive me......"
The two crawling backs have enough pebbles on them that the child can hide in his hands.
It somehow turns out that it's putting an excessive strain on the spine of the two of us.
Land mobility, five lines of stone.
A huge pile of weight was pressed against the pebble.
In Suibok's case, if you want to escape, you can escape, but Cell's didn't either.
"Or, geese..."
"What is it, Great Heavenly Dog"
"Enough is enough, solve this technique"
"... Isn't there one thing about Non?
"Hey, what are you talking about?
"Well, because you forgot?
"Ngaaaaaaaa!
The scream of the Great Heavenly Dog echoed during the sight.
The world's long-lived man, the world's best treasure maker, who would be at its peak, is screaming.
"The fact that the beloved disciples of Non, Fuukei and Suibok's bones, were turned into forbidden treasures on their own. I don't forgive this geese."
"Shh, sorry...... but! But I made it one of the best! That's my greatest work!
"What a grace to keep the Fuukei and Suibok workouts sidetracked......! Shame on you!
Kacho was even angrier at the cell claiming it wasn't one apology.
Sure, the two right arms are the greatest masterpieces, but it's no different to being a forbidden treasure.
I guess he's also outraged that he's using the power gained at the end of a long workout, even more so than using human bones as weapons.
"Ahhh!
"How much training Fuukei has done to reach all those frontiers… it seems that the weight of this pebble is not enough"
And I went up to someone else's house, and I blamed the geese on my body.
You thought it would be rude to prolong on the boulder, or you were lifting your technique on the two of us.
"For the honor of other immortals and heavenly dogs, I would ask the great heavenly dogs to look after themselves"
"Heh... heh"
And the great heavenly dog that rose up, and Suibok, dwelt.
In time, we shall speak again to the leaders of the Arcana kingdom.
"Master Kacho, do not insult the Great Tengu. I just heard that you are finding a way to cure the petrification of my disciple, Sansui."
"Ho, my mother's world self, do you mean?
"I mean, you're an acquaintance. We learned under the same 'father'."
I don't know, it's huge that friendship exists even if they don't like it.
If a cell that has been alive for 10,000 years, its peers, is still in the position of leaders, it is easy to negotiate with the monsters of the old world.
It is impossible for humans to be able to release the petrification of mountain waters. Naturally, it's impossible for immortals either.
Even if you try to revive the petrified part of the mountain water with carrot results, the petrified part of the spell can't be helped.
Without restoring it, it leaves me wandering.
The only thing that could cure the petrification of mountain water would be the power of a race prone to the curse.
Or even that's uncertain. We're talking about possibilities, not definitive information.
"Gisey, there is a species that dwells the power of If they do, they can also be restored to the sites petrified by others. If the boulder has petrified your entire body for a few days, it will remain dead even if the petrification is lifted."
But that also turned into definitive information now.
The Lord of Sopeds is at ease.
"That race, 10,000 years of turtles and world trees...... no, it's not doomed unlike human-trees. I have little power to fight, but I am fleeing into this world once and for all. While you were following me, you came to show me your face."
Unlike festivals and temple dances, almost all creatures have only one breath of blood.
I mean, I guess Guisei doesn't live there, the long-lived that he's at the same gate as Cell.
You should be asking that relative, not that person.
Nevertheless, it doesn't seem that easy.
"It's called film, it's my brother. Now that my father and his teachers are on the ship, he'll be the oldest."
"... have you been offered any terms?
"Oh, they want us to have a festival"
It was a strange order.
It's not about giving me something, it's about holding a festival.
Cell responded frankly to the King's question, but it was quietly confusing the place.
"Originally, Brother Film's clan was conceited as a mediator. Teachers of the World Tree and Grandfathers of the Ten Thousand Years Turtles have heavy hips... and my brothers acted as clowns with ease."
Still, something decisive happened 10,000 years ago.
That's what Cell was talking about.
"Well, it's not like you're smart enough to turn everything around well. He just wants to keep the peace 'as long as possible' in this world, too"
"... you want to relieve the tension, are you saying?
"Exactly. This is true in Arcana, but the people who just came from my mother's world are also concerned after a flashy war. Now there are other guys I can beat up, and I have a lot of other things to do. It won't be an instant war on boulders."
Both Arcana and Oseo lost many lives.
Even if we have benefited a lot from it, even if it is not beneficial to fight any more, it is not necessarily because of resentment that war does not recur.
"Of course, there's no such thing as a small skirmish. Even if there is a war, it doesn't bother me if it ends early. But it's not good to be a long-term war or an extinction war. Wouldn't you?
I don't want to eradicate war, I don't want to eliminate hatred.
As much as possible, I want to maintain a peaceful time. No matter how much sacrifice or deception it makes.
pessimistic, but it was quite a realistic idea.
"Right... not all kinds of things, like the war of extinction"
And the king agrees.
I don't see a major war recurring while I'm alive, but I want to maintain peace until my grandchildren's generation if possible.
It would be a realm of fiction, such as eternal peace, but you should be able to dream about a hundred years of peace.
"But what does that have to do with the festival?
"It doesn't have to be right now, so they want us to show them the kind of culture that non-human people want to imitate. Of course it's not compulsive, it's the kind of guy they want to voluntarily imitate."
Hearing the words, Arcana's leaders saw the old body of Disuia.
The entertainment and performances of the hand are Disuir's art.
"I see... then surely a big festival would be the best. But...... even if we were to hold the festival, didn't you think we were going to hold it on the Oseo side? Whether it's out of the question to invite monsters to Arcana..."
"You just have a dodgy stage. If we were to hold it in the Great Eight states dominated by long-lived species, not arcana, they would also be able to come with light nori. He who makes a scene should let me beat him up."
"... it's going to be an interesting festival. Though, I still can't do it right away. The rebellion is too great, and we can't afford it in the first place."
"My brother and I both know that. But only in exchange. If you want Sansui's petrification to be cured, you want a successful festival that clears up the puffiness. That's what my brother gave me."
Within a few years, I guess.
Then it's not that far from human subjectivity.
"I thank you for negotiating for my swordsman. Big Heavenly Dog."
"Well, it's an old man's evil. It was just convenient for Kumi."
There was also the possibility that it would not heal forever, but now the prospect stands.
At least, not hopelessly. The owner of the sopede was relieved.
"The boulder is a great heavenly dog, relieved"
"Right? Kacho, I'm a man of my job."
"Then I'm just finishing up a difficult story, and I can't even apologize for the souvenirs."
Zen and Ziez opened a wooden box with souvenirs.
It was Ziez who showed it first, and it was an elongated box.
What came out was still a Japanese knife (a knife similar to).
"This is a confident, ornamental knife made by the Great Eight States Forge, including me. Of course, we guarantee the sharpness."
There's nothing to show the boulder without pulling it out.
For once there were some soldiers of escort around, but it showed no intention of offending.
Although, it doesn't make much sense at a time when I'm in line, either.
"Hmm, cuts, too?
"Interesting... Sansui Any swordsman who competed with it used a weapon similar to that"
Both Sopede and Bathrub principals were interested in decorated swords very similar to the weapons the mountain waters were lowering from their hips.
Of course, weapons aren't just good enough to make your arms better, but even so, it's the men who want the same weapons as the most powerful swordsmen.
Even if not, referring to new weapons was a source of interest. If it looks beautiful, it will be all the more so.
"Jeez, you're the ones who made it."
"Oh, yeah, Big Heavenly Dog"
"What happened to Goku's? That's what he liked."
"... you haven't heard?
"What?"
Goku is dead.
"Why?!
I honestly don't really know who Goku is or why he died, the Arcana side.
I also feel like I came out of the mouth of the mountain water when the Great Tengu asked me why my right arm was hurting.
But he certainly didn't say he was dead.
I don't know why I was hiding it. But I was guessing there was a reason.
At least, because the immortals of the Great Eight States were distracting themselves from the story so as not to reveal the truth to the cell.
"Though I broke the gate, the former was my apprentice... I would also like to shut my mouth in that honor..."
"The great heavenly dog, the young immortal in your eyes, died without regret."
"Even though Ziez and Swivok were right. Whew, Zen."
"Yeah... yes"
"Why don't you tell me!? I mean, I heard he made enough swords to meet my two right arms, and I wanted to talk to you about a lot!
Instead, Goku would have stopped wanting to talk to the Great Heavenly Dog at the time he saw his two right arms.
The measure is different between a real Taoist and a man who lost and corrupted his Taoist.
I made a knife that can meet my greatest masterpiece, wow!
I guess it's lunatics like Cell and Swivok who can honestly praise me for that.
Of course, I'm not complimenting you on the huge amount.
In this case, it's not a lot of weight or a lot of nostalgia, it's dumb out of the bottom.
(Probably a treasure troll that you recreated the spell)
Only the Lord of Sopeds had heard and guessed that far.
I see, I don't want to tell you.
"Zen, look. other souvenirs."
"Oh, yes!
"Wait a minute! Don't cut the story!
Zen opened the crate and retrieved the contents while keeping an eye out for the Great Heavenly Dog.
It was like a vessel, wrapped in 'coloured paper'.
"It may look disguised, but this is the vessel that is respected in the Great Eight States. Please, give it to me."
When he returned the vessel to the box, Zen again took it before you.
The nobles who took it were in a fresh mood when they saw the slightly distorted, 'cool' shaped vessel.
Unlike the superior vessels we know, they are thick and distorted, but somehow feel familiar to our hands.
"There are also transparent vessels made of gearman."
"Uhm... because I got a lot made by craftsmen from the Great Eight States"
Zen and Kacho are relieved by what you seem to be intriguing.
Now he was smiling, not to mention that he sometimes thought he was a savage.
However, Disuia's old body had more eyes on the paper that had wrapped the vessel than on the vessel itself.
The other nobles also saw the paper that wrapped their own vessels because the old man with the eyesight is doing that.
Thick, sturdy looking, somewhat coarse feel, paper that would not be of that good quality.
"Hey, Zen. Now, let's mix it up in Spring Painting, shall we?
"Oh, no, I didn't do that! It's just a chisel of prints!
That was just an ad if you went.
A flyer whose sources are almost irrelevant to the immortals of the Great Eight States.
It was like an ancient newspaper, not a piece of art or anything mass-produced by a wooden version.
It is an impact buffer material to prevent cracking or chipping.
"This... sells!
The old man from Disuia was shocked by a completely new painting style.
Later, an influx of different cultures known as wolf shemanisms. It was the moment when cultural history moved in and around Arcana.