"Oooh!!
See the magic formation that waved the wand and made it appear in the sky.
Unexpectedly, my voice went out.
What is this, so much fun?
"So, what do I do after this??
I asked Ray.
Oh, shit.
Very exciting. Exciting.
Ray answers confidently with his chest stretched.
"Right, well, do you see that catching those dangerous people in practice?
Never mind Estelle because she will avoid it appropriately.
That magic team is an excellent way to read the magician's thoughts and activate the magic that reproduces them, because it's a cheat magic team, no universal magic team.
Why don't you just do it?
The trick is to imagine it in detail and reproduce it in real life. "
"Reproducibility like a 2.5 dimensional stage?
I'll joke and say it.
"Oh, yeah, like that."
Lightly, Ray returned it.
What do you care how difficult it is?
"Can you make up to three wishes?
"No, unlimited.
... Thousand Nights and One Night Stories (Arabian Night) You Know?
"Yeah?
No, I've heard about monkey hands a long time ago, and speaking of which, there were three of them.
I read about the magic lamp in the master's shop book "
"... I see"
Ms Ghana, the man who brought weapons of all sorts, including canes, who was listening to our conversation on the side like that, murmured.
"I miss it.
But, Ma, for now, it's time for you to catch me, right?
We're out of ammo. "
They ran out of bullets made from fattening.
To that word, I waved my wand again like a fairy tale wizard.
The image of catching, the image of being imprisoned.
Think about it in real life.
and the magic formation glowed and the chains protruded from the sky.
At the end of the chain are handcuffs and collars that weigh.
One after the other, they detain the people who were holding the guns.
That woman was the same.
That horny dressed woman was still laughing.
He was laughing, as if he'd been caught but didn't think of it at all.
That's when my memory flashed behind my brain.
That was a memory of a big automobile flying in front of me.
And right after that, I saw a beautiful blue, and...
"... ah"
It was a strange memory.
It was a very, very strange memory.
But, yeah, yeah, I remember.
"Oh, hey, hey?!
I heard Mr. Ghana in a hurry.
But that keeps me away.
At the same time, I saw the sky.
The magic team just floated.
Bright blue, I saw the sky.
The next thing I ran around the back of my brain was a narrow, very narrow, cold room and a square-cut memory of the sky.
Blue and black, and, white clouds and instant star memories in a grainy size.
That memory and the vision you're looking at now stain red.
The red looked like a splash from me.
Surprisingly, I touched my neck.
I tried to touch it, to be exact.
But when I tried to touch him, something odd happened again.
When I wonder if my vision has shaken grassy, it gets closer to the ground.
And I saw a body dressed in familiar clothes right around the corner.
The body was oddly headless.
Is it a mannequin?
That's what I thought, but it wasn't.
Because where there would have been a head, that is, red blood scattered like a fountain from above the neck.
At the same time as I recognized it, its body fluttered and fell.
What the hell am I looking at?
That question came to mind, but my consciousness gradually became distant.
And, just before his consciousness was interrupted, his vision spinned with kurli.
So what I saw was Ray's face crouching and laughing funny at me.
"Very good work"
My consciousness was smeared black when words came down from Ray like that, directed at the little one.