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

Mariachi, who suddenly noticed the problem, took the weapon she hated and spoke to Swuriya, who was also likely to miss it and even happy.

"Dear Mr. Swuria, in your words...

"Doesn't matter, Mariachi. Are you worried about something?

It's just a long stick. I looked at Mariachi's complexion and it seemed pinned.

"Yes, in the hierarchy that lies ahead, I thought it would be okay to make fun of animals that are chemistry.

To put it all that way, Swuriya becomes a complexion that perceived the fear of Marici.

"Oh, well, should we do it? He's also a kind of bird beast. If you don't say so, don't worry, even if you say you're a demon, do it with that fox. If Satyrus was healthy and buried, would he be upset? Come on, if you're looking for that dragon, you're in trouble. Hurry up, guys, yeah?

"So what do you do, Mr. Sulya?

"I 'm-- I'm worried about the meteor I went to first. First we go looking for a meteor in that direction, and once we catch it, we fly to the next level and around the bottom level, so that those dragons don't look like they're here, and we'll come back from there looking around in turn. Then we'll meet again. Anyway, if I fell apart now, I wouldn't. Once you've come together, give us what we all know, and we'll figure out if we don't have enough. Go to the entrance to the next tier and wait there if you have any clues. If you want to move on, I'll leave this - Friday, so follow the instructions. By the way, don't ask for a meteor in the back on Saturday.

"Whatever you say.

Mariachi seems dissatisfied, but this is already a matter of decision. On Saturday, as they say, they head backwards, spreading butterfly feathers and soaring quietly.

Confirming that, Swuriya, who held on tight to Friday, flew high above towards the starboard forward.

As he rises above, Swuriya asks Friday, who he holds in his nostalgia. Friday was supposed to hold onto the position of the earlier meteor marker.

"Just now, straight to the flying direction of the meteor. Is it okay?

"Yes, Mr. Sulya. As I said, the meteor marker stopped once and moved again, but the distance just went and stopped, in the same direction.

This time it is not the appearance of gold . You need to take a little Friday, so you fly like a person. Not so fast, of course. At any rate, we should not go beyond the end of this hierarchy where meteors have worked so hard. Besides, the marker seems to be stopping on the starboard side ahead.

The talking voice goes up to a point where it can't be heard on the ground, and the Friday I hold sounds worried.

"Dear Mr SURIYA, are you okay? My dear Mariachi, your complexion seemed rather harsh.

"He's too worried. No, they say this hell is fierce or something. King Jardaba or whatever, it's normal to worry about it. You're not coming. I'm going to pass the wide area in an instant, so I'm going to do something with a smaller chance of just running into you.

In fact, it is tantamount to no knowledge of King Jardaba or anything else for Swuriah, who has never been interested in this kind of thing, such as things in hell. Sometimes I couldn't sum up my policy because of course, Swuriya herself had never taken the leadership that way before, but more than that, the relative neglect of Swuriya about this hell was more of a problem.

Of course, I intend to be more familiar with it than the humans who have just come to hell, but let's just say that Swuriya's knowledge was too old, and too scarce, to attempt a hellish attack.

"Dear Mr SURIA, In your words, I know that you must not be insulted that way by something called King Jardaba. According to the ghosts' Lower Horse Review, it's a rumor that he's quite personable and has no choice but to prefer a battle without enemies on the way, he's highly popular, intelligent, and quite a solid divider in hell.

"Something like that. I just thought Wye was very powerful. To my head. I'm surprised.

"So even if you can't find him in person, if there's anything like a jailer ghost seeing Master Swuria, the contact might fly right over to him.

"What, we can have a system like that?

Swuria breathes. I thought if we had such a system, we wouldn't have let the Mariches act differently.

"No, it's just that I kind of imagined it from the image of King Jardaba, who's smart.

"What. Don't be such a pain in the ass, though. So, over here. Yeah, right? What's ahead that looks like a meteor?

"Yes, but long before Main Street in the left hand direction, I can see an earlier female martial artist and fox letting a male martial artist in a similar ethnic costume stand and walk away...

One of the seven Saturdays, even though he's just being held in his nostalgia. As soon as you enter a new hierarchy, pay attention to your surroundings and give good advice.

This hierarchy was galloping away from the tragic patterns of the earlier hierarchy, drowning in the deceased but own desires, all at will. There have also been fights and lynchings where selfish desires bump into each other and wash their blood with blood, but they give each other a free-flowing dementia such as where the wind blows at each other.

"I sure don't. But I can't see the dragon at the heart. Don't lose it. I don't care where you go away from your people.

"Why don't you get off for a minute and ask me?

"No, first the meteor or... oh, what's that?

Anyway, I see something desperate and spellworthy surrounded by ghosts dressed as a bald, bald, bearded Bobo's old man with a crown of flowers on his head and a piece of fur on his bare head.

"Let's say it belongs to the hierarchy here, because it also involves the jailer ghost of the yellow aura. And that's a weird outfit. Probably listening to rumors, it's a pervert called Satyrus. Thank you. You seem to be trying to make something strange, like a greedy demon.

"I see. That's going to have an unexpected impact on your people. Shall I say hello? I'd like to try this one too.

"Yes, I know if that's okay.

The two stepped down around the back of the old man and approached him, when the jailer ghost surrounding him noticed and raised his voice.

"Satyrus, there's something I'm unfamiliar with again!

"Fool! Now Satyrus is in the middle of nowhere. I can't keep quiet! We'll take care of it!

The first time I raised my voice, when another jailer ghost showers reprimand, he leaves about three of the ten or so jailers in your great protection to advance before the Swurias.

It turns out that mindfulness is in a row that generates massive amounts of greedy things to flaunt those in this hierarchy as instincts do, and that things around you are completely invisible.

"Who is it, this place is ruled by Satyrus, in the middle of the troubled evil hierarchy? We will not tolerate anything that stands in your way here, Satyrus.

"Well, that's a hassle. Friday, can you play that way?

"Whatever you say.

Answering that, Friday drags the jailer ghost, who had seven bodies, together with an invisible tie, straight into an undisturbed place.

"Hey, what the hell is this girl!

"Hey, come on, come on.

Then the rest of the ghosts watching it changed their blood phase and just happened to pop out in front of Swuria.

This one sees a slight attitude towards talking more than the U.N. crowd did earlier.

"Seriously, I don't know who it is, but Satyrus really is doing an important job right now.

"That's right. An unsuccessful man has surrendered this hell, and the lust demon that Satyrus created has just been swept away. As it is, the deceased in this hierarchy returns to sanity.

If we get a new mass outbreak, we're in trouble. Swuriya purposefully plugs into a fight.

"The unsuccessful man? Is that a mistake on the side of justice? Maybe you guys are using it to stop the silence?

"Ha, don't be silly, the deceased of this hierarchy don't have to use such a candle, as long as there is an abominable lust demon of Satyrus sama trait, all those who want to stay longer in this hierarchy...

"Hey, what are you talking about!

When another one says so, yet another one lurks his voice and ears at the silent ghost.

"That's right. Weren't they strictly told that thou shalt never speak of the devil or the fierce lust?

The voice is lurking, but it sounds like it fits into Swuria.

"After all, you guys are wonderful. Ah, Akan. It rots in hell.

"Until now, I don't know who it is, but I can't keep returning the secret from here!

"That's right. It's a mouth seal.

Swuria, when she took the vajra pestle, which she had deposited, largely from the number, took care of it.

"Such an unreachable bunch of you, let it be this guy's experimental bench.