I slept on the supermarket floor at night.
The "Super Aunt" is the biggest store around here, just across the Moon Race Bridge.
The store smelled sweet and sour with rotten vegetables and fruits.
I made it a combeaf and biscuit for dinner. I didn't like to taste the first combed beef, so I ate it with mayonnaise and seven flavors. Kick and scatter the seven flavors of powder spilled at your feet. My mouth felt heavy after the meal, so I take the orange jelly and eat it. At room temperature, the sweetness is intense.
When I was young, I went to a toy store in Yokoyamadai and wanted to make everything in the store my own. Right now, I'm free to do whatever supermarket products I want, but I don't have any sense of accomplishment. This is with a fire scene thief.
There was no sense of accomplishment in destroying a whole team of demons. Too much has been lost.
Sukesuke, who was caught in the explosion, could not even find part of his body. Miori's remains (while) were buried in the garden of a nearby house. When the spear (do it) was pierced to the ground and exploded, a hole was dug just fine.
Every time I soiled her body, the consciousness of sin was raised. Why try to keep her out of sight. I wish I could see it rot on the ground. If you feel responsible for her death, you wish you could burn that death process in your eyes so clearly that you will never forget it.
Ethereal (yes) hands cooled in wet soil. The soil clogs black between the nails and is compressed. Washing in the river did not erase that cramped feeling.
When I woke up in the morning, I had a fever. Grab the medicine you stole from the pharmacy in front of the station. Nobody complains about keeping the dosage.
I left the store with a bottle of water in my pocket. The destination is set.
I've been thinking about the behavioral patterns of the demon wreck. They come from behind the valley in the afternoon. Does that mean that there is a basis in the mountains in terms of distance?
Riding alone is too dangerous. But now the sky is empty. I don't have "scared" feelings either.
Take yesterday's battlefield. The body of the demon remains intact. Under sunny weather, rotten meat and blood are black. Flies were flying around to see where they were coming from.
Go home and carry the backpack. The contents are behavioral food, water bottles and sleeping bags, shelters.
Enter the usual climb. Red sandals are falling on one side upside down at the private garden tip.
The crackling mountain path hit my body. Killing doesn't seem to give you endurance. Her breath was lifted. Her thigh muscles were tense, but refreshing. It is much more suited to sex (ginger) than ambushes, etc.
Of the ninety-nine (cont 'd) folded mountain roads, he took a short break where he hit the fold. I drink water while standing up and grab the chocolate because my hips get tighter after this.
Cedar trees were felled to look like observatories. You can see the blue mountain face of Mount Fuji in the distance.
I wonder if Mimomori would have known such a sight. People who don't climb mountains think climbing is just a pain in the ass. A beautiful moment exists in it that is certainly never easy, but not seen anywhere else. You should have told her that. If that were the case, the Ether could speak with confidence. Like when she talks about her dream of becoming a nurse.
The sun was strong. And the sky swallowed the sweat that seeped into his forehead, and walked again.
When I scratched, the road was soaked. I would avoid it, wondering if there would have been a rainy day lately.
There were two drum cans rolling on the side of the road. The rust (rust) floating on the outside looks like blood stains.
The mud starts from there and flicks over the road. There was still water in the drum can.
It's fireproof water that's always been in this place. I wonder who did this.
The pale stood between the sushi and observed the drum can, but decided to move on.
It was still when I was concerned and looked back at the drum can and turned back forward.
It turned bright red in front of me.
He seemed to have been stabbed in the eye with a pointed object. I nod on the spot with pain and surprise. Red also burns on the back of the lid (eyelid) and does not disappear. The red light also shines through that gap where the tears spill.
"Damn... what the hell is this"
He rolled down the ground and out of the road. He's going to the valley side, and he's about to slip off the slopes. I grabbed the grass and managed to stop my body.
Breathe deeply. The smell of dirt is close. For some reason, the saliva builds up beside my tongue.
I grabbed my body as I bowed down. There's nowhere to hurt. Only eyes struck by light still make it hard. Wasn't it a demon wreck attack?
The pale slowly opened his eyes, and looked toward the path where he was.
There was a sphere of red light.
It is not rotating with the red light in the ambulance or parking lot. floating about as tall as his height. The wind blows, but it doesn't shake either.
It hurts my eyes again when I look straight at it. He put his hands in front of his face.
A sphere of light surfaces. He crossed the cedar tree and rose high in the sky. I wasn't raised in the wind. A mechanical move.
I wonder what the hell that is - Ether thought as he looked up at the light. If it's not blind, what's the point of that strong light? He was shot in the eye because it was close. If it was any farther...
From afar I heard Keane and the ear barrier (Mizo) Rina. It sounded like I was vacuuming huge.
You can hear this. It was yesterday.
The sound approaches. And the sky concealed himself in the midst of the twilight.
The sound gets even closer. He thought of it and took the dried fruit and scratched it. I know what's about to start. I don't know when I'll be able to nourish next time it starts.
The Lord of Noise was still a demon wreck. Two of them rode the Trojan Horse, coming down the mountain road and stopping in front of the pale eye. Hot air spraying from the bottom of the Trojan horse rolls up dirt (dust) and causes his face to flame.
The armor (good) of the demon wreck glows red and blue. The light sphere in the sky slowly came out. Seeing where it would fit in the hands of the demon wreck, the light had already gone out and turned into a black sphere. The size is about the size of a ping-pong ball, and the guide is small.
The pale stretched his right arm along his body and speared out. There is no sound. The enemy doesn't seem to be aware of it.
Both of the demons got off the Trojan Horse. Just look around. There was a leg of the demon wreck right in front of the pale face. of carnivorous dinosaurs. It stands with its toes like that.
And the sky jumped from the temple, and slashed him with a spear. The bottom flies from the knee of the demon wreck. He ate a poke where it collapsed and blew it to pieces.
Generate a new spear immediately. Another demon wreck slashed him, but he was sent.
The demon wreck jumps on the trojan horse and crushes the mountain path. I thought you were going to run away as you were, and you turned and headed towards me.
The Ether stood in the middle of the road and put up a spear. Prepare to bump into each other from the front. It's easy to do.
The demon wreck progresses by erecting dirt (dust). In the pale head, the image of the attack was raised - feeding the poke at the counter. It should be more powerful than usual for the opponent's kinetic energy.
The demon wreck on the Trojan horse took away the glowing stick. Stand horizontally with the ground and stick around.
As soon as it approaches, it's faster than thoughts. Lost in the hearts of the pales.
The demon wreck shook up the stick. The Ether can no longer portray the successful image of the attack. Cover your head with a spear. The stick was shaken down there.
Impact paralyzes the right arm. His leg broke and he got a buttcake.
The demon wreck ascends the mountain path, turns the trojan horse and comes again.
The Ethereal Spear was alive, but his heart was broken. That speed, that power - if you eat it, you die. I'm not sure I can tease them and damage them.
He jumped over the trojan horse. It was horrible to go across with the enemy.
The demon wreck comes back utterly.
I think it would be nice to have a bullet from Suke. An enemy on a vehicle with a melee weapon cannot be defeated. Without the flying gear, it would be very...
The sky's got lips. I'm putting my limits on myself again. Believe me, as a result of my wish, I was able to put a spear out on my left hand as well. How do you decide that you can't use a jumping tool on yourself?
When you decide that your power is that much, your power really becomes that much.
Believe, if you keep wishing, power will lead you to your dreams.
The dream of killing all the demon wrecks - the Ethereum is here now because Toshisuke believed and wished for it. They were killed, but the dream is breathing in the sky.
I don't believe in the impossible.
He poked his left hand up into heaven. Focus your consciousness on your bearded palms. Don't decide that a spear will stick to your arm. Believe me, it can be generated anywhere.
The skin of the palm is drawn. It's a familiar feeling. Hope that one goes ahead. A statue of a spear is tied in his head and floats sharply in the void.
The weight rested on my palm. He grips it.
The spear was definitely there. Long across the blue sky. The red and blue light blinks. It's the power I got from the disease.
The Trojan Horse of the Devil comes running. The pale ran toward it. Kick the muddy dirt. Place the gripped spear over your shoulder and pull it around your ear.
I've never done a toss, but I've seen it. The spears in your hands are much sharper than those for competition, etc. Because it's not for freshly poking at the ground, it's for piercing enemies.
And the sky threw with the males. I lay low and poke my hand at the mud.
The spear flew straight and pierced the chest of the demon wreck. My head shakes and I roll away from the Trojan horse.
A trojan horse floats up and flies as he loses his pilot. The pale threw herself at the mud and turned it away. I felt the hot air emitted by the Trojan horse ahead of my hair. Once bounced on the ground, the trojan horse hit a tree and crumbled.
The demon wreck had fallen on his back. A spear is standing on the chest plate. That seems like a simple headmark. Spears for throwing are thin and long, unlike those integrated with arms. The area of the pattern (eh) glows red and blue and flashes irregularly. Heaven thought he was about to complain about something.
Approaching to stab the stomach. The demon wreck threw up blood from its large ripped mouth. The pale stopped his leg. If I blow up the spear, my blood is going to fly. Clothes are already muddy and I can't help but hate dirt, but I still don't feel very good about blood stains.
An alarm arose because I was thinking about it. Your opponent's strange movements are delayed for a moment.
The demon wreck waves a thick arm. Something that was gripping in my hand jumped on the ground. Red light bursts. The pain ran in the pale eye.
"Not again, damn it."
The next light sphere soon rose high in the sky. The Ether dropped his gaze on the demon wreck on the ground as he rubbed his hardening eyes.
"I see. I squeezed my last strength and let my people know. That's fine."
The demon wreck was looking up to heaven. My breathing is rough. My chest goes up and down hard.
"But you don't have to be that important (oh and). I'm alone. I don't call my people. You killed my people. Family, classmates and neighbors were all killed. It's better for you. So well, let's just relax. I'll do it anytime."
The spear exploded. The chest of the demon wreck plays, and blood and flesh pieces spray up like planted fireworks. Flying foam on the upper of the shoe.
The light bulb is flashing in the sky. "There are terrible enemies down here," he warns. The laughter spills in its raw and serious work.
The pale grabbed his pants pockets. Grab the chocolate bar and squirt, drink the water.
I'm not tired. I will not be able to sprinkle the current battle. My mind and body know that the battle is not over yet.
I heard that deafening noise.
Five demon wrecks descend the mountain on three wooden horses.
The Ether blew up the spear on his right arm and turned it off. Generate a spear on the same hand. Is it because my body produces the feeling that I gripped?
Put up a spear. I feel like I could fly anywhere.
I set a target for the lead. The demon wreck gripping the trojan horse handle lowers itself and accelerates.
The demon wreck in the back seat appeared over its shoulder. The sky jumped off the road. Fall into the grass bushes. There was an explosion behind me. The dirt comes down on me. It's the gun of the demon that killed the dog.
The ridge road boils. The soil that had been trampled over the years turned up and flew away. The demon wreck shoots a gun indiscriminately from above the Trojan horse. The smell of burning stood up around.
The pale rubbed the slopes and hid in the shade of the tree. No matter how many throwing spears, you can't fight that exploding bullet by cutting it in the front.
The Trojan Horse passes past him. The rear-end demon wreck has unleashed a black sphere. He wonders if it's that red light again.
But no. I've seen it before.
The black sphere jumped back against the trunk of his hidden tree.
He turned himself over and started running down the slope.
I get caught from a cow. My hair stands upside down. Move your legs and you won't move forward. My chest is crushed and my breath is stuck.
The space seems to be sucking at one point. Same as then - Susuke sucked and bounced every building.
Now I felt like I was being poked out of my pants. Ethereal bodies floated up in the blast. I don't touch the ground when I'm scratching my feet.
I lost my balance and fell off my hips. Slip off the slope. The angle looks steep and almost vertical. Cedar dead leaves and soil push his body. I can't stop accelerating and bumping my hands and feet. The pale groaned when he hit his body against the dewy rock. Still not slowing down.
I've read about ways to stop slipping (and tearing) before in books. But I didn't get it because I wasn't even going to Snow Mountain.
I'm slipping with my legs first. As a result, I could totally see what was on the path. The ground is interrupted earlier. There's nothing over there. A void. A cliff - how tall is it?
We have to stop it somehow. I'm sorry to dive under the cliff like this.
The pale turned upside down into a bowed position. A bouncing grain of sand hits my face. My jacket zip hurts from eating on my chest.
I pushed my hand against the ground, but it just collapsed and the speed didn't slow down. Putting your nails up doesn't work.
My legs stopped touching anything on the lid.
My body is strapped directly underneath. The slope is over.
I grabbed some cliff grass. Once thrown into the universe, the body is shaken like a pendulum, hitting the rock wall after cutting it vertically.
The pale hung out with one right hand.
Looking down, it's higher looking down the ground from the high school rooftop. The gorge is boiling white at the bottom of the valley. The rocks on the shore sweep away. If I had fallen like that, my life would have been in danger.
I heard that deafening sound again as I tried to pull my body up with my hands on the edge of the cliff (the snare). Show your fearful face and look at the slopes that have just slipped down on you.
Three Trojan horses were coming straight. A gun is pointed from the back seat.
The ground in front of me bounced. Hot air and dirt in your face. Unexpectedly, the sky let go of its hand.
My body froze when I found out I had been thrown into the universe. I can't even bump my hands and feet.
Meanwhile, my head was spinning with great momentum. Rotate, but around the sky. All thoughts get stuck in front of a ruthless reality - nothing to hold onto. I just have to fall off now.
My head emptied as I watched the pattern of rock skin flowing up. One of the flickers comes down there with a sharpness that resembles pain.
How do you decide if you don't have something to grab?
If not, you can make it.
Believe me, I can do that if I wish.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
The Ether spawned a spear on his right arm and freshly poked him on the cliff. The spear slightly slashes and rips the rock, stopping it from falling. My elbows (hives) and shoulder joints bent in an impossible direction and hurt.
Hands and feet on rock irregularities (diapers). Looking down, there were still four or five meters to the ground. The corners of the rock are dusty and it's going to keep me from landing.
Fly, fly, tell, and you must remove the stabbed spear first. The pale put the back of his leg on his rock skin and applied it to his drawstrings.
You stabbed me unexpectedly deep, not even frightened. I had the fear of falling out of my head, but I turned my back and put my mind to it.
A pebble hit my knee. One more thing, rolling from the top. The claws and grains of sand descend on my body. The Ether glanced over the cliff.
The face of the demon wreck was glaring, five faces lined up on the edge of the cliff, looking down at him. He doesn't speak, but he pointed at this one and seemed to be laughing.
One directly above points the gun at him.
He looked down and looked at the spear.
"Oh shit... do I have to..."
Go away, I think.
The spear exploded.
Your right arm will be free. The blast kept my body off the cliff. Fly as far as you can imagine. Falling off my back. Golden balls shrink in fear.
When it landed, it sank deep in my mind. Wrapped in white bubbles and losing sight. The water is as cold as you think, and the flow is as fast as you think. I can't think of anything.
I hit my body against the rock while it was frozen. Grab it there and lift it up from the river. Black droplets dried over the dry rock.
The wind shell was blurry. Around the time I was eaten off the lower half of my body, I have holes in my elbow. It is caused by friction when slipping off the slope. Fortunately, Zach didn't have to lose it.
The sky looked up to where he had just been. There is a large creeping area on the rock skin. That's where the spear exploded and destroyed it. From that height, and even if I thought I fell off my back, I was relieved. I wouldn't have been this unscrupulous if the river hadn't flown down there.
The demon wreck moves away from the edge of the cliff. He's got a big body, but he just can't seem to fly off this height. The pale looked around. It's just a cliff in the back. I heard that deafening noise again as I wondered what I could do to get through this valley.
A demon wreck jumps off a cliff on a trojan horse. The Trojan Horse hovered and slowly descended. When he reached the ground, the five demon wrecks descended, lined up in a row beside him. He crosses the river and turns to the pale. Five gunshots were pointed at the pale.
Ethereal stared at Shizuku (Shizuku) falling from the tip of his hair and fingers. When it hits a rock, it leaves a black stain and disappears.
"So far..."
The twinkling voice was stirred by the sound of the Valley River.