Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

"Oh no, Master Largo. This is kind of tingling.

The liquid sprayed by creatures like Hoya on the water didn't seem particularly poisonous or anything, but the girls say there seems to be pain from around thirst at high temperatures as they ascend from the river.

Thousands of eyes, still attached to the garment. Looking at that, it's sulfuric acid. I didn't know when it was called because it was thin, but the concentration gets thicker as it dries up.

"Lady Largo, I'm coming into the river again.

"It's sore.

"No, anyway, it's the same when they call me when they come up even if I rinse it off again. Sweep it up and drink this.

Some skin is red and swollen when you use Largo's dry clothes to let them wipe away all the liquid they adhere to. The couscous I had in my pocket was safe, so when I gave everyone a drink of the couscous I made from Kellogg's fruit, it seemed to have managed to put away the pain and swelling.

He then tried to chisel those clothes into a few pieces in an attempt to hide only what mattered to the four women. Then Tomoe shys away a little.

"Thank you, Largo, but my concubine has tamamos, so I don't need anything that big.

The four went into the daisy flower garden with the cloth cut.

By the river, large trees line up at almost equal intervals, underneath which, everywhere, a couple of old men sit back and squirm like sunshine. Although the sky has become somewhat brighter, the temperatures seem too high to be very pleasant, as opposed to cloudy when it comes to sunshine.

Largo approaches the elderly couple sitting at the roots of a large tree with Michissane, who has become a single piece, after dropping off the women who ran off into a white daisy flower garden spreading in front of her. The shape seems quite frantic in the first place, but I didn't feel so horrified because of the somewhat poker appearance.

Indicated with Michisane, he is surprised the other way around when he talks a little.

"Uh, what are you two doing?

"Are you...? Yeah, it's been a long time since Nong et al. sat around like this, but this is the first time they've spoken to me.

I thought it would be more aggressive, but I was familiar with the usual answers.

"I'm sorry, it's a little bit of a concern about you two - or the roots of the trees that are growing up on the banks of this river.

"Really? As a matter of fact, we are the family of the Great King of the Shaitan. Long after this otherness was created, I was working on stripping what I was wearing from what I had died and came here and putting on this tree.

Listening only to the story seems like a strip, but if I just put it on a tree, I guess I should get it back again. What's the point?

"Since the creation of this otherworld-- that's been a very long time, hasn't it? How could they have done that?

"When you do that, you can see that what you were wearing in that garment came in this world, by the weight of that garment, the branches drool over how evil it is.

Hi, this place called the otherworlds seems to be such a hobby to make people naked. Well, clothing, for example, is in a way like a mirror that mirrors the glory we have been proud of in this world, and it can also be in the case of the consequences of the abuse of a person and in the case of the consequences recognized and appreciated by a person.

Come to think of it, in a long time when it seemed suspicious whether a person was wearing clothes, it might also have been reasonable to use it as a barometer that annoyed others in this world.

"Really? You guys still do that job?

"That's what I used to need to do, but not now. What currently dominates Hell unleashed ferocious carnivorous fish and blood-sucking hills on its three-way river. Those fish will strike upon what enters the river, and the innocent will only need to be clothed, but the sinful will be sucked of its blood and devoured of its flesh.

That was them earlier. But Michisane also knew the story. That means the old ladies must be talking about a long time ago. Michissane died because he says it was over a hundred years ago, and he was listening to the hell out of Takamura his whole life, and then a few more decades ago. What didn't tell me back in the day that it was different was that perhaps a man who was helping a monster named Takamura didn't even know that. That means that back then, two hundred years ago, that was the norm.

"Uh, I saw it when I crossed the Bok River. My people ate their clothes. Why is that?

"It's -, all the way through here, when you're eventually dragged out in front of the demon, you strip away everything you're wearing so you can see at a glance how much your body is eaten and which parts of your body are eaten. The part of the body eaten is a testament to the evil done in this world: if you trick people, your mouth, if you peek, your eyes, the fingers that worked the thief or the moron are eaten off just their fingers, and whatever worked the whore, the man or woman, the hill sucks into the secret and sucks up to the meat with the blood.

"That's nasty. You're even letting leeches go for that.

"Not only that, but they can also go into other eaten meat and keep sucking blood, in their ears, in their noses and swallowing them up from the inside. I don't know what sin that is, though.

"It's scary to imagine, too.

"Nevertheless, we worked evil in this world, so let's also do it for granted. Because if you go into hell anyway, you're going to be treated worse. I know it's certainly an efficient way, but our work is gone.

"Really? What does the devil say about that state of affairs?

"With more and more people dying and coming to the other world, and more and more sinners coming, the demons are up to the judgment of those things, and you realize as hell changes, but they seem too busy to do anything about it.

After the new rulers of hell had finished changing this area, they said, gradually changing the world since entering the gate. The eight hierarchies that originally existed are no longer the only place where those who, unlike in the past, committed certain evil acts, such as murder, fall, saying that even minor lies and violence, peeps and sexual harassment, power harassment and bullying, are all subject to redemption. And they don't want redemption in just one place, but different kinds of sins are supposed to be sent to another hierarchy to make redemptions.

"By the way, is there something ahead that eats away clothes?

"Yes. For starters, you should stay away from the daisy flower gardens you see over there. There are a hell of a lot of bugs out there that eat fiber.

That's a lot. But it's too late to ask.

"What? Really?

"There should be a lot of bugs and so on that eat and scatter cloths that say shark marl cuttlefish of sigmoids arrive at white daisy flowers.

When I heard that and looked at the flower garden, I guess it was already the damage. He was running away at first sight, I could see the beards.

"Master Largo.

The fabric of Largo's clothes, which I gave you because of this, is also eaten by a lot of insects. I received the clothes that were brought to me, and as soon as Largo touched them, the pieces and the worms fell off the clothes to the ground, but the fabric was already full of fine holes. If you look closely, there seemed to be another kind of spotty insect on it, and when I stuck it with bread, they fell apart. Those things, too, seem to have been brought into this area in turn by the newly ruled Hell to create an explosively breeding environment.

Quite a reckoning chase.

Even when that happened, the female heart seemed to be a subtle thing, and even though it was full of holes, she managed to barely cover her chest and important parts, and walked out again towards the gate.

Is Largo the only one with a fabric full of holes shaking every time he walks, whose interior looks limp and more troublesome?

No longer, the deceased, etc. who are just walking to be attracted without any defense, are nearly as round naked as young or old. Still, from somewhat around the shoulder, there was also a little something with just a few cloths. Still, even with a hipster like Largo, I don't think it's that uncomfortable.

Beyond the daisy flower garden there was a desert spread.

After a while, the wind gradually gets stronger and the dust rolls up, gradually it's hard to be opening your eyes

Largo decided to close his eyes and proceed with a thousand eyes

"Guys, hold hands.

I can no longer keep my eyes open, so I don't need to worry about things like seeing my skin from between the cloths.

From the clearly visible Largo popped into his eyes not only the cloth whose sandstorms wore out stronger and stronger, but also the misery that chopped up the skin and meat of the wounded bodies of the deceased.

But what a dull sandstorm. I've seen a tool called Thundershot, but it's powerful enough to be close to it for clothes. What could be called a cloth, even with more and more holes, became like a net, pieces of fiber, and finally several threads.

(-No, seriously, isn't this clothes too fragile?

I can't open my eyes. But I'm holding hands trying to move on, so what the beards are wearing that I can't even hold down the slightest remaining cloth is quickly going to melt away. The same goes for Largo's hipster. Thanks. The cloth itself seems to be weaker than the original material.

(-That could be because of sulphuric acid...)

The cloth fibers to which sulfuric acid was attached had already become quite fragile over time.

But the dust didn't subside. The wind blowing is even stronger, and the magnitude of the flying sand doubles, and when its shape expands, it falls on the stars, so to speak, something like a backsword is flying.

"Ouch!

The beards screamed, but soon they would not hear such a voice. No, you're right that I can't get it out anymore. You must have found yourself very unable to open your mouth in the midst of a severe sandstorm.

Thanks to Thousand Eyes, the Largos were able to get out of the dust as soon as possible, which could not even open their eyes, but the cloth cuts, which were still almost worn out, were no longer very body covering.

Looking around, some of the deceased who came through the dust continued to receive close to stone rubble (snuff) to the scratches wiped in the river, resulting in some terrible things being chipped to meat and only boned.

Aside from Tomoe wearing the tamamo as fur, Largo was the only one putting together something like a cloth cut. Exactly. This time it is Largo who will be more embarrassed to wear it.

Yes, all but Tomoe had stringed or yarn-like fibers that were bare round just a little clumpy.

However, some of the deceased may be a hideous sin, but they are moving towards the gates even if they are only close to the bones. Seeing such a deceased figure, Largo had something in mind.

"Don't be surprised, everyone.

When he said no, Largo used his freshly remembered abilities and changed to just a skeleton figure. Just for a moment, the girls' hips pulled.

"Now, speaking of them and the group, I wonder if you could let me go to hell.

"I see. Let's just say that's a plan.

Only Michissane, who looked pathetic, was highly regarded, having been skipped pieces of the last remaining fungus.

(─ Besides, they wouldn't be more embarrassed to be seen in the skeleton, even naked, than they would be seen by a man in a human figure, either.

In the first place, you don't have eyeballs, so you don't know they're looking at you.