Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

This may be a film that feels unusual to them coming from the fantasy world.

Focus your consciousness on flashy opening music, and tell them that this battle is fought not only on the continent, but in space.

Far away world.

There is a culture there that you can't even imagine, and they continue to fight.

Of course I can't swallow such a big talk right away.

But this footage of the desert would be perfect to make you understand. Sand stretching everywhere and cobalt blue that makes you feel the universe if you look up.

This is just one star in the universe. The footage that made me think so and the still young protagonist were kept in the film.

This impressive painting is engraved in the brains of many film fans. I don't love SF. It would be a performance by a director.

Appeal to intuition (inspiration) with clear video, not words, not letters. It's the flavor of the film and it's a different personality than any other piece of entertainment.

But I think what we have in common in Japan and in the fantasy world is in terms of how people behave. Whether it's a bad environment or whatever, he lives while kicking his rivals.

Among them, the protagonist is special. Sometimes they show us the audience the brilliance of a jewel that has not yet been polished.

The sword, born with a heterogeneous sound, is one of the main characters' personalities. I heard the word "cool" from the pompous neighbor in the performance.

If I recall that was the object (object) I saw in the lobby, I guess he'll have different eyes on his way home.

Well, of course, it's not the kind of world where a protagonist who just woke up would fit everything just by waving his sword. Countless people have shredded their sneeze, and on top of that there is a great power, which continues to fight through this galaxy.

When a round character emerged as a role to help with that, I could see moving my long ears perfectly.

As Marie has noticed, that is also a character decorated as a drink holder.

He was a thoughtful opponent until recently. She was surprised by the electronic noise that was emitted, and she became so glamorous that she could see how fascinated she was.

They work so well that people can't beat them, and they look so humorous.

This has a good flavoring effect on the image of the work. Even without understanding the overly large worldview of galaxies and the like, there was also a role for me to pull my hand and go to the other side of the world.

And if you've stepped into the world of cinema, the essence of this film - the extreme realistic rigour - awaits you.

Countless enemy soldiers fill the meadows, kick their friends, and the protagonists.

They know all about war, and these are the weak ones who have just woken up to power.

I will never be enemies again. He taught that it was a battle that I knew so, and that it was precisely that relationship of power that was the current galaxy.

This is probably why it is a fantasy movie but accepted from adults to children.

The protagonist awoke to an endlessly sprawling world, complex intertwined hostilities, and old powers left over from the times. He was inexorably kind enough to teach them to the audience.

The fearsome and fascinating enemy character shows his bright red glowing sword spread all over the screen. This is a sight you will never see again in the real world or elsewhere.

I'll hold your hand in the sense that you don't have to be nervous, gripping it hard from the girl's finger

"I'm fine. I'm fighting, too, and that's about it..."

The girl shook her shoulders as the sound of the on-on and light sword overlaid the whispered words, such as.

Usually for her, who fought from so far away that she looked like a bean grain, the intensity of this cinema seems a little too compelling.

Yes, this film prefers pressing performances for children.

The protagonist, suddenly awakened to a world anointed with fear, is "heterogeneous". The darkness around him realizes it and tries to smear it at his mercy. Gritty and rough.

Still, however, the light of the protagonist does not disappear, but makes people's eyes shine.

This is hope.

And just now, the protagonist jumped over one frame as a human being. The oversized stones are polished in battle, releasing one radiant scale into the world.

Sometimes the film takes a turning point.

The waves that have been slowly accumulating suddenly become big waves and start attacking enemy forces. One enemy after another is defeated by the power and driving of the hero and his companions.

Uridra's chosen enemy role as a cup holder sprinkles his life with a deserving do-flavored performance at the end.

If we want to have a narrative tightening (ending) that will last forever in everyone's memory, it is these radical victories that will be needed.

Oops! was swallowed by the acoustics and video, and what I thought would be a wall I would never cross if I realized it was destroyed.

He said he was taught at the beginning that he would never win, but the main characters who grew up enough to defeat it. I don't know why but my chest gets very hot about the real world I got back.

This victory wasn't really easy.

Lost lives cannot be counted, they are triumphs born of a number of miracles, carrying out overly difficult missions.

Mariabelle, who knows that, with a glowing grin, said, "Yay!" He looks back at me. My hands are already covered in sweat and my forehead is moist and wet. But without worrying about it, the girl was purely happy to win.

The look I enjoy makes me feel so happy that I can't turn it into anything. I want to see a face like that, and I guess they filmmakers produce masterpieces.

From the look on the girl's face, I thought that.

"How was it, Marie? Did you enjoy the cinema?"

"Wow, a big screen, of course, but something that I've heard and got goosebumps over and over again from all around me. Look, there's more left."

I stroke my arm slowly. [M] The girl laughs as she twists herself to the puffy feeling.

The big screen bears the names of the producers, and the aftermath of the story still remains. It would also be interesting to know that everyone shared the same worldview.

So when I share my thoughts like this, I feel as if I could empathize with each other.

According to that, Marie has never felt like a universe before.

I meant to watch and understand books and TV, but this was the first time I could feel it, apparently.

Thanks to coming to this cinema in that sense, it could have been an unforgettable memory.

Oh, speaking of which, I wonder what happened to Uridra.

After the lights were lit in the building, we finally remembered her.

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Enter the hall, oh! and Uridra leaks her voice. There are red seats sloppily lined up there, as if they keep waiting to be seated from their masters.

And this chair, it's not just a chair. It is built so disappointingly that it can be seen that numerous tricks are applied.

When I sat back, I still felt amazingly stable. I immediately understand that there is a dedicated holder on the railing and that it is a place to hold drinks.

Again, she groaned.

The scary thing about the Japanese is that they only make furniture that they think they know all about: the human body. That was something I felt strongly about when I went to one of the city's leading entertainment establishments, and here again I was struck by the same kind of surprise.

However, the fact of the matter is that it is made overseas, but it is not such a big problem now.

I just said, "Well, look at the arrangement."

Slim and long legs, yes Uridora leaked the word.

If you ask me, this sheet, it seems like a substitute for being in a movie. Let's just say it's a place beyond intelligence. The story began at the point of oral communication, then took the book as a medium, and finally stepped into the video.

And now, the next dimension awakens. Horrible technology, stereoscopic and somatosensory sofas, wrapping acoustics, etc. no longer seem like magic.

Beise, who said it was the dawn of a new culture, turned it down, and Mariabel couldn't help but laugh.

What, I can say the same thing from antiquity. New technology is a certain number of people laughing with their noses.

Those around them follow in their seats as they are seen by their beautiful thighs. They were also those who knew the new culture, and Uridora continued to wait for the show time now or now, feeling as if they were one another.

The lights were finally falling off when I was honking my chest. Expectations no longer culminated, but I notice the discomfort. The blanks in the seats are noticeable.

(Is that it? Oddly enough, everyone's supposed to arrive...)

I can't even look around for a reason at the moment. More than that, the screen has been instructed to wear glasses, so I can wear them quickly.

What, you don't have to worry about details. Now it's better just to feel the beauty of the work.

With that in mind, he takes the popcorn and releases it to his mouth.

But then a gust of wind broke out, and they flew in the wrong direction.

"Huh...? Weird, crazy at hand."

Space expands on the screen, and the slow, near-future ride accelerates. I'm amazed at the inclination of the sheets to be able to experience exactly that, and forget about such minor discomfort, etc.

I see, is this how you increase your intensity? It feels like you're on a boat. I grinned that it wasn't exactly the technology of the future.

Collectively, I take a few popcorns and carry them to my mouth. At that moment, Zun! and the chair leaned. A blister strikes from the front precisely then, watching the sweets floating in the universe.

Uh-oh, my eyes. Uh-oh!

To the bismuth and the popcorn devoured in both eyes, the magic dragon screamed silently. It was dangerous. If I hadn't been protected from my glasses, I might have spoken out.

But isn't this vibration a little too much?

I'll admit it. It's immersive. Plenty. But just a little too much, subtitles before popcorn...... ahhh my glasses are wet and I can't read subtitles!! If vibrations are added to it, there's no way to do it anymore! Idiot, this producer!

Wait, wait, wait. I want sweet popcorn with a caramel flavor!

Let's give up the juice that keeps vibrating. If he touched it with his hand, he could scatter the contents of every lid. Think he's dead.

Ha! No way. Was this dedicated holder a trap? You're telling me my destiny was already decided the moment I put it down?

-Now!!

A flash of blank space. Typhoon eyeballs, so to speak. Miraculously, the wind and rain stopped. Exactly that's when I cheek the popcorns who survived the trial.... Yeah, it's so shitty! Idiot! If they sprinkle you with water, you can't even prevent it!

Smile like a bruise. Bo! And the wind was blown, and the rest of the popcorn in his hand was blown away, and the evil dragon's brow stood upside down unexpectedly.

"Damn, this wind is up!!

With a slightly strange face from around her, Uridora rarely turned her face red.

Though humans have endured this test and rather enjoyed it...... the thought of reflection. Or her cheeks got hot and she chewed popcorn with droplets.

But the movie itself is flashy and interesting.

Zubiyin, and the way it produces light swords along with unique acoustics, were so unwittingly frightening.

Especially if the enemy role is terribly good. Dressed in black-clad clothes, he gently and rationally wields his weapon to hunt down the righteous ally. When I stretched my weapon all over the screen and so on, I said, "Kuhoo! ♪ And it was enough to groan ♪

"Wow! Are the enemies that good these days! Look, let's be the guy with the lid of this juice! This is an unexpected treasure..."

Yeah, speaking next door, a strange fat man gave me my suspicious face back. Then who are you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa There's always North Se and Mariabel, so we talked about it in habit!

Yeah, I don't taste like seeing it alone in that sense. Good, but I was scared. But I want to talk to you. He was Uridra sneezing with Kushun, with a fierce storm, etc.

But a villain is something that exists to lose.

I can even ask aesthetics for performances that stand as walls and attract intense personalities until the time of scattering. No matter how much support you give, that law can never be broken.

The desire to work hard, to work hard, to have a chest in one letter from two powerful enemies... ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the blisters!

Now that I'm choosing subtitles, I don't know what you're talking about unless you hurry and wipe your glasses. A squeezing voice must be a word he cared so much about. It's powerful to know, but I can only see the upper left corner of the screen because it's obnoxious.

When I looked up all the time, I was already switching to the next scene.

Uridra cried.

(* Attention There are individual differences in physical sensation)

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Uridra, who dropped her shoulder, came down from the escalator.

That's funny, you were so hazy when you left, but you also look smaller because of your mind.

A tap-taped drink that I haven't had a mouthful of. Watery popcorn. Walking footsteps with a bump. As I watched it, I felt my instincts whisper, "Be careful" for some reason.

Never feel free to say, "Hey, how'd it go?" What a laugh. If I did that, I'd probably be stubbornly harassed in a few days.

I almost blocked Mariabelle's lips saying something, and I spoke up.

"Hey, there's a goods sale over there, why don't you come check it out with me?

"... Hmm? Oh no! You're selling that sword!?

"Actually, it is. It's popular and if you don't hurry, it's going to sell out. Oh, I'll take your juice and stuff."

Apparently, it caught my interest to be good. Her face brightens all the time and she walks out holding Marie's hand. Behind that, I exhaled unknowingly in relief.

It should not be wasted. I know that very well. But that was never wasted or anything like that. Probably the best I could think of.

I complimented Uridora, who had a light sword with a buoyin, "You look great," "You're a boulder," and finally fixed my mood.

I stroked my chest down as I breathed a good snort with Hunce.

Yeah, that stinks. This guy.

That's how the first cinema seemed to be engraved in their memories as noisy but fun memories.