With my brother and sister. VRMMO games.

"Yes!"

"Oh, brother......!

Hope and floral sounds see clear variations in the appearance of rolling and crawling.

Yes, HP was down all at once.

There is blood spilling from the wounds on the floor.

"Brother...... Ugh, uhh... Ahhh!"

A voice overflowed from the mouth of a flower noise that I could not enjoy.

The little body I held to is shaking in small pieces.

The floral noise leaked a whimper and there was no stopping (or stopping) tears.

Even if the game goes over in the game, you'll just be forced to log out.

Data is initialized, but can be played again.

But what happens now that we are in a state of non-return?

"Flower noise, heal item now -"

"I want her to use your Soul Distribution (Seoul Share) skills for" Vertebral Sound Love Pear. "

An uncomfortable voice sounded so as to block the sorrowful voice of hope.

When his hopes looked back aggressively, there a silver-haired young man stood with a meaningful grin as he responded to the consternation of his hopes.

A silver-haired young man who stepped down the steps and landed on the spot with a shin.

He has beautiful and abusive eyes and a grin that looks down on the stars everywhere.

And then one player after another appeared in the room, as the youngster - the guild master of Ultimate Harvest - had predicted to move.

Everyone wears rare gear and sticks each weapon at the lookouts.

Perhaps they are all part of The Ultimate Harvest.

And when he walked unto them in his undistorted footsteps, he said unto them, Unquestionably.

"If she wakes up, she'll be able to log out of this world. Of course, it's possible to save your people."

"You're the one who attacked Yes. Why are you doing this?

As the inexplicable air intrudes, the hope asks flashly.

"I want her to use your Soul Distribution (Seoul Share) skills for -" Vertebral Sound Love Pear ". I'll do anything for it."

"You've been in touch with me to get this kid to use his soul distribution (soul share) skills?

"That's right. Even if you keep rejecting it, until you're forced to do it."

Earlier, he looked only at the hope and the pear so that there was nothing in his eyes, such as what had been blown away.

Soft expression.

But there is a definite shade behind my eyes.

"Knock..."

Pierced by the sharp light of his eyes, his sword-lined hopes lag behind.

"Why are you trying to make this kid use my skills?

"To bring Aili back to life."

"Bring it back to life...?

To the question of the expectations that could have been predicted, he tells a story.

"With your soul distribution (soul share) skills, pears can be brought back to life in the real world."

"Become."

Hope, once again, chews the words spoken in his brain.

I mean, the soul distribution (soul share) skills I can use...

"Can even a living human be given a soul?

On the question of hope, he gave a confident grin to the end of his expression.

That was the answer.

"Come on, I want you to use your soul distribution (soul share) skills to love pears."

"- Can you do me a favor for the guy who hurt my people!

Hope set me up at the same time as I put the pear I was about to hold to sleep on the floor.

To the acceleration of the hope, he moves the spear, which is only his own weapon, and adjusts it so that the blade tip comes before the hope advances.

"Come on!"

As the sword of hope moved to defeat the spear tip, he blew his hopes with exquisite force.

"Wan-kun!

On the verge of dying, the sound of flowers using the healing item screams.

In a seemingly interrupted consciousness, only questions come to mind in the heart of hope.

What do vertebral sounds think?

Why are you trying to bring her back to life that far?

"... what can I do - what can I do?

"There's a battle. Before my buddies die, I want you to use your soul distribution (soul share) skills."

A spear tip poked at, along with eyes with disappeared emotions.

Looking down at his fallen hopes on the ground, he said cold.

"Oh, my God!

"Flowers!

If you turn your gaze, the flower sounds that were restoring the presence have also been captured at some point by the members of Ultimate Harvest.

"... hey, okay"

When his hopes rise in dissatisfaction, he walks to his laid-back pear.

Regularly repeated breathing.

Looking at that serene sleeping face makes me feel like she's really just asleep.

"Soul distribution (soul share)!"

At the same time as using that skill, the vision of the eye is painted white as it was painted.

The sensation of the body also faded, as if falling into a slight sleep.

- Yes, the sound of flowers.

In a distant consciousness, the hope just strongly hoped for the safety of his fellow man.