"Also, I popped out.
I heard a familiar voice.
"It's you again, Goddess Sexual Evil Shota.
"I won't punish you. You want to be so cool, you lollicon.
That's it! Ra!
How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a Loricon!
"What the hell are you! Why did you bring me over here!
"Mistakes."
Huh?
"So a mistake.
"The wrong landing point coordinates, or a slight misalignment of the landing point, got you involved. I can't say this is a mistake, because I couldn't bring it back to life... sorry, I reincarnated it this way. As an apology, call it service or a bonus? Because I made a lot of adjustments. You've also developed your abilities for you. Still can't feel it? This is how your favorite beautiful girl asks you, and forgive me!
It was a short life, but like a man, I've lived.
From the perspective of those who have a tough life, that would have been raw.
Still, for me, I've lived.
To die is to have no choice...... maybe.
But do you clean up one's life and death, even reincarnation, by "mistake"? That's because of the tenacity that created it.
"Uh-oh!
I was screaming. I was flying.
"Hey, I knew it wasn't Loricon!
Still say it! I can't forgive you!
Just before your fingertips arrive, your opponent disappears.
And I fell...
"Guha!"
I woke up.
"Mr. Hiro!
"Does it matter?
"Oh, no, it's okay.
I was in the mood for a rampage, but I don't have that health left.
"I didn't have to jump out. I just fell in, and the only thing I bump into is the 'detachment' nose tip. It's not a big weight.
"Lord Hiro needs training in discernment and discernment.
The two of them turn bright red and angry.
Relieve yourself of the same response. You're safe. Good.
"Good!" Hans also spoke.
"It was falling here!" What worried me was the coins I threw. This guy is the same.
"Oh, the colored man is awake.
"Is it the" Big Pig "jar? You did a good job.
"Now I feel safe.
Apparently, what I was losing my mind about was a few seconds.
"Well."
"Is it time?
Philia and Thousand Mornings rise.
The roar echoes again. I can only hear that voice. (No, does it sound like Hans and Giraud too?
After all, will it not be purified naturally? There were places that were somewhat human, if you put it that way.
Thousands of mornings unleash a kick around, and the light of Philia's purification flies.
The "haunted" spirit disappeared.
One thing settled on this...... but not.
We have to dismantle it and carry it. I need to use it without any extra space.
It is a tribute to the good enemy.
That said, how much does it weigh? It's obviously not the same size as a hippo in Japan. Much bigger than the hockey bear I saw at the zoo.
If I thought it was a blur with a tired head, most of the members who remained in the tent settlement came.
There are women, old men, and children.
Mouth to mouth, Master Daijiji tells me, "I've been instructed to come because it's over".
Master Daejiji, the phantom left and watched.
"The great pig," as his name suggests, approaches the boar.
With a full smile, tears.
"Hiro, you did good!
Return to that hand a martial bone.
Due to the bloodshed and tiredness, I felt heavier.
But I was told.
"I want you to keep it.".
"Is it a precious item?
"I have a spare. Look, even now." I pointed to my hips.
Even while we were having that conversation, the dismantling was going on.
There's nothing we can do about all this.
There is no turnout for the knowledgeable philia, nor for the thousands of early days when they are accustomed to it.
It quickly became flesh, bones and skin.
We all split up and bring it back.