I had the same fever as then.
Aoi woke up from her sleeping bag and swallowed her medicine. It was healing these days, but it seems to have gotten worse again.
Apparently, putting out that spear (do it) will keep the disease going.
I'll pay you as much as I want for that, he thinks. I feel sorry for myself in the past when I was down with so much heat. I hate gut theory, but if you have feelings, if you have goals, if you have dreams or things you want to do, you can dial (ha) back the sickness of the soot, etc.
(Sawa) Well (I) Return from the house to the house and do the work.
I snap my father's poncho from the storeroom. It's dark green, so if you wear this and flick yourself in the woods, your enemies won't find you.
Wear fleece jackets and rain pants underneath. I left the house with a water bottle, food and medicine in my waist pouch.
Cloudy skies, usually where the mood sinks, but the footsteps are light today.
It is on the bank of the river and draws water into the water bottle. Take a sip before closing the lid (lid). I feel like you're replacing the amulet.
Proceed to the back of the valley. The river is flowing along the road. The water sounded like cheering to him to back himself up.
I went into the woods where I could see the garrison. It is a form in which the river is deviated from the road and narrow forests are sandwiched there.
He sat in the shade of a tree. The smell of soil is thickened just because the position of the sushi face is lower. Feel the moisture on the ground close by.
When it was moving, it wasn't, but when I stood still, I got a headache. swallow the medicine. I have trouble getting the water bottle out, so I throw the tablet in my mouth and grab it as it is. My mouth is distorted by tannins.
The cold air is coming up from the ground. Besides, his body is hot as if it were anti-. My mouth is dry.
The sound of the river disappears from consciousness. What entered my ear instead was the sound of leaf rubbing over my head, the sound of wind passing between my trunks, and the sound of flying insect feathers.
A green feather worm stopped on his knees to hang a Hugo (Agura). It dissolves in the color of the poncho and only four wings look floating.
He didn't move. In my heart, I ask which side you are on. Is it that way or this way?
I felt like I'd been living at the bottom of this forest the whole time. I think it's the same kind of being as a tree or a stone. Only a hot exhaling mouth is moving.
He pressed the tablet in there. When you peel, the tannic powder swells all over your mouth. When I realized, I had swallowed all one seat since I got here. So you're bloated, you don't want food, and you're not thirsty (throat).
There were signs of stepping on the leaves on the forest floor.
A large snake (serpent) was crawling just ahead of the pale foot. Every thin tongue, round and surprisingly cute eyes, and shiny scales (candles) entering and exiting from the tip of the mouthpiece (kouhun) were clearly visible to his eyes.
I ask in my heart - which side are you on? Will you be on your side or on that lizard (anyway) side?
Did the thoughts convey, the snake stopped moving and stood still for a while, but eventually crawled into the (yabu) (yes).
When it came, I could clearly see it in the pale eye, even from afar. Mountains, skies, forests and towns are on this side, and the big lizards are on that side. The guy on that side doesn't melt into the world on that side.
It comes magnificently down the middle of the road. You don't seem alert. The house along the road looks small. The size standard was completely different.
Heaven did not hide himself or kill his breath. I'm in the woods. I'm on this side. I don't do anything else unnecessary.
As that approached, I saw a lot of things.
I have 5 fingers in my hand. I can't see my toes. Looks like he's wearing shoes in a color close to his skin.
He wraps a bunch of things like bands around his arms and legs.
The spine is slightly curved. I heard a rough breath. The excess skin on his throat (throat) tenses up and down like a throat buddha.
That stood in front of the garrison. Keep an eye on the rotating red light and tilt your neck.
He bent over and stuck his head at the entrance to the building. I hear scratching around inside.
I'm showing my back here. I can do it now - the sky lifted its hips.
He puts his hand on the ground and crawls slowly. I think it's like a beast. Pay the fallen leaves and divide the grass so as not to make a sound.
That woke my body up and left the garrison. The sky lowered itself.
The eye clock was in its hand. It just looks like a watch because my hands are big.
There is an outpouring around the waist. When it touched me with its hands, the top opened. Put the clock in it. Is it like a waist pouch?
That's what I walked up to the lake.
The pale proceeded slowly through the woods. The red light went out of his eyes. Both the redleaves of the mountains and the evergreens of the cedar disappeared. It all involved the same gray as the sky, and that's all that was at the center of my vision.
That stopped my leg. Round your back and look down at the river.
The sky went out on the road. I strongly hope for its death. My right arm pulls. Under the poncho, the metal covered the elbow, and it was more pointed than ever.
That's staring at the river. It's like the first time you've seen it.
The sky was running away. I'm no longer going to hide myself.
That turned this way. Ether clearly saw his little eyes open.
He tightened his armpit and jumped the tip of the spear towards you. Poncho swells in the wind.
I bumped it off my shoulder. My feet scratch the universe.
The Ether was hanging on its body with a pierced spear.
I tried to grab it by its body with my free hand. The scaly skin is slippery and cold. The elbow with the spear was warm and wet with its blood.
It collapsed and was thrown into space with its body. He rolls down the slope and is thrown again. The surface of the river is imminent.
I took a splash. The opponent's body sinks down.
I saw its face crooked in the running water. The water is boiling with exhaling breath. Blood overflowing (overflowing) from the stab of the spear flickers red into the flow, overlapping the green of the poncho exposed (Sara) to the water.
The Ether is on top of it. Stick with your legs to the target that you're about to be pressed against. When I moved the stabbed spear and bearded his wound, new blood dyed the river.
He grabbed his neck in his big hand. They're going to take the meat out of me with great force.
The other hand comes out of the water. The pale tried to hold it down with his empty hand, but he was paid off.
I get grabbed in the face. My nails are freshly poked on my cheek (cheek).
He twisted his neck and thought it would break.
Flipped from the bottom, the Ether sank into the water.
I can push it to the bottom of the river. I drink water. I'm pregnant with the flow. Poncho swells and blocks my vision.
Heavy body. Kicking does, but my legs are pinched and I can't move.
My breath hurts. The scrubbing sound of metal echoes in my head. It gets bigger and bigger and I can't think of anything.
Are you going to die?
I want to escape, at least if this spear detaches from his body.
Disappear, the sky hoped.
Spears, lizards, the sound in your head, all go away. Disappear.
Something hit the water.
The water turns red and cloudy.
My right hand is free. I pressed my hand grabbing my face and it peeled off easily. Take it off from under your opponent and put your face on the water.
I vomited what was in my stomach with the water I drank. Stick warmly around your chest and flow.
Its body is floating. The Ether caught him trying to flow. Grab a wrist that has about his thigh (thigh) and clasp it up to the shore.
There was a big hole in its chest. It's a dying size hole, no matter how big and strong the creature is. The armor (good) was cracked, the skin torn, the flesh showed a rough cross section, the bones shattered, the guts torn and the blood spitting.
It was a hole in the shape that the Ether wanted.
Look at your right hand. Spears are not only stabbed/slashed, but also damaged by exploding them. I can totally destroy their bodies.
Sick gave me this power.
I thought he wanted to be and he got this disease.
The dream of killing those lizards gave me the gift of being sick.
Causality is the opposite, but I was so convinced.
He looked down at it. The half-opened eyes looked like they were laughing. There was a line of sharp, pointed little teeth in his mouth. There is blood coming out of a pair of holes at the tip of the pointy nose. My breasts never glow red and blue again.
I grabbed my shoulder and turned my body upside down. It's pretty heavy when I give it away from the water.
Put your hands on the waist pouch. The lid (lid) opened when it snapped. Rub inside. I have an earlier eye clock. There is a bottle with blue liquid. There were letters printed there that I had never seen before. I have bags like instant ramen soup. The pale cut it open.
It contained a folded little cloth. Even though it's not thick, it gets bigger everywhere when I try to beard it. At the end of the day, he grew as big as his wearing poncho.
The cloth was transparent. The hands that should be down there look clear. When the force was applied, it stained only red there.
He grabbed the cloth. Even though it was thin, it was broken like a blanket. It seems soft and melting in my hands.
"Oh, shit... no..."
He looked up to heaven.
This is that cloth - that cloth I found when I picked it up from the mountain.
Was that from these lizards?
It could be me who made the first contact with them. The disease may have brought its own body as a mediator.
Maybe it was me who killed my father and my mother, the people in town.
Throwing a cloth over the shore, the Ether covered his face with his hands. The wet body is cold in the wind. He felt something unprecedented hot burning behind it.
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"Hey, my turn yet?
Halka sprinkled with both legs on the window frame. The day will make her skin look dark.
The pale glanced at a considerable otaki (snack).
"Don't tell me because I'm about to get screwed"
When he heard it, Hulka glanced out the window.
Otsuki coughed up. Take the paper cup on the table and face it when you realize it's empty inside.
"I also knew the number of people who died in that town. But I never really thought about who each of them was or how they died - until I heard Uehara."
The sky nodded.
I feel anger, hatred, and sadness fading in my heart like I just told you and made you listen. More than six months have passed since then. The wound is healed (yes), and the disease is also suppressed with medication.
That place, he keeps moving away from that time.
He looked at Hulka. The hem (soot) of the diseased clothes (Y) is shifted to raise the leg and even the root of the thigh is revealed. Her skin has no blemishes.
Her body is beautiful. It was very incredible, such as a demon nesting behind it.
Shaya (Saya) on the bed showed no reaction to his story. She's been like this ever since the fight ended.
He felt left alone. Alive and alienated from the people of Haruka, Shaya and that town just because they are healthy.
I'm leaving now.
When he stood up, he fixed his hem and Halka also stood.
"It hurts because I've been sitting there all my life"
That's how I slap my butt with my fist (bush).
"Hey, I'm going home. I'll be back."
He touched Shaya's shoulder. I haven't seen her eyes anywhere thinly open.
Osamu recovered his and Hulka's paper cups and held them together. He stood before it.
"I'll come back next week. Continue the conversation then."
"Yeah. See you next week"
He left the hospital room. Hulka follows me later.
The smell of dinner to be prepared for the inpatient was full in the hallway. Walking with the silent Hulka, he remembered the loneliness he had remembered when he came home from his friend's house when he was in elementary school. There was more loneliness in the evening than playing outside and breaking up there while I felt signs that my friend's mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen. I felt a little betrayed and couldn't do it, wondering that my friend had a life I didn't know about and soon after I broke up with myself he would go back there.
Now standing opposite Hulka in the hospital lobby, he was not lonely, but distressed.
Can I leave her here?
This hospital is comfortable. I know because he was in the hospital, too. It renovated the interior of an old hospital that used to be a sanatorium for tuberculosis patients, and the facilities are all up to date. The number of staff is high and patient care is off track. The rules are not loud and freely amazing. The meal is delicious.
Still, you shouldn't stay long. This should be the place to leave.
I wanted to take her hand and take her out of here.
"Bye."
She keeps her hand stuck in her sick clothes pocket. He rubbed his palm against his jeans.
"I'll be back next week."
"Now bring me a decent treat"
The cleaver's eyes look straight at him. He can't take that gaze properly and he always jokes.
"Well, I'll try."
He laughed and headed to the entrance. Sprinkling, Hulka still looked at him with a dazzling eye.
Leaving the hospital, his dream begins again.
Next Sunday, I want to come here again.
I want to see her.
I want to turn my thoughts on you one day. Continue the phrase you couldn't have said then.
I couldn't stay home, on the train, at school, or stand because of this dream.
He walked down the road by the sea. I rush to the station as if the next Sunday would come early if I speed up.
A car is taking the national highway. The car runs blind to him, the sea and the hospital. The sea set the sunset in the shade of the western islands with a cheerful face.