Yuusha, Aruiwa Bakemono to Yobareta Shoujo

"...... What's this?

After looking at the paper handed to her, the girl openly puts into her mouth any questions that come to mind.

"You said you wanted to read stories like you'd never seen before. That's why I made it for you. Aren't you glad?

"Did your mother-in-law paint this?

"That's right. It would be a big deal for an amateur. I wrote hard."

A woman with a good face whispering her nose. The girl drops her eyes on thin paper again.

It depicts a scene in which a woman swordsman with a fierce expression takes over a monster believed to be the Demon King. The painting is surprisingly powerful, but the story was completely over in six lines.

The girl has certainly said she would like to read a rare story, but this is not a story or anything. I can write in three minutes on my own. A common biography of a brave man defeating a demon king. What I can read from this paper is that the girl became a brave man, defeated the demon king and the demon. That's all.

"Tell me if it's a rare story you've never seen anywhere. Well, if it's about making fun of me, it's achievable."

"Because there's only one story in this world. The story I like the most and hate the most. I wonder if you can describe the intricate grid."

"I can't describe it at all. Why don't you inflate it more and write about two books? I finished reading it in three seconds."

"I dared to scrape off the excess. Because I don't have any paper. Really economical."

A woman who stretches out her fingers and pokes the girl's forehead in a small way. There was a prank smile on his face.

The girl, who felt teased again as usual, sneezed the paper round and threw it onto the floor. My stepmother's painting of power has been wrinkled, but no guilt has arisen at all.

It would be an illusion in my eyes that I felt the look of a fierce female swordsman appearing distorted and bitter. Anyway, I have a bad eye. And my mother-in-law is retarded.

"Thank you so much for taking the time to make it for me. I did get the feeling of my mother-in-law."

"You just have to understand. I'll write you back when I feel like it. Then I'll go because I'm busy. You haven't studied much either, so go outside every once in a while."

"Yes, sir."

"Then open the curtain. If you make your eyes worse..."

"Shut up, get out of here!

"Well, good luck with your studies, Catalina." "

Leaving a discarding dialogue, the smiling woman exits to the crossing of her nose.

The girl, known as Catalina “Chan," throws a reflexively rounded piece of paper, but the target had quickly closed the door.

Take a big, deep breath to get your mental state in order. I do what I'm told, but I open the curtains and lead the sunlight to my room. The dazzling sun is really unpleasant. My eyes hurt.

Snoozed round paper for a while, eventually picking it up.

Fixed the position of the glasses. Once he exhaled, he threw rounded paper rampantly into the desk drawer.

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"Hey, what are you doing!

The girl, who was sneezed round the force and thrown on her face even more, turned her face bright red and raised her voice.

Even when it comes to strength, it is a tremendous thing that is finished in about three minutes when the nose is crossed.

"My apologies. Accidentally. If you need help, please come home."

"It's not over yet! I gave you the“ application form, "so I just gave you a permit."

One hand blocks the girl from getting furious, and the receptionist speaks in a flat tone.

"The point of contact here is for people who have already been professionally certified in the guild. Rural fucking hungry ghosts like you are not your call. If you go into the labyrinth, you're going to die in three minutes, so wipe your tears and go home now. Snug."

A woman who laughs with her nose and takes a trick to push her back with her hands to get rid of even the featherworms.

The mocked girl's face is like a ripe tomato.

"Come on, you fucking bitch!

"There are so many idiots who don't know how to say things like that, so referrals to the Alliance are always made. At the" next door "point. Looking at his background and his/her appropriateness, he/she introduces him/her to the right place. Thank God for the loving star."

When the girl looks at the next desk, a long queue is formed. A man who supposedly is a peasant, a muscle stripper. There was a wide variety of people in the scurvy men and women, up to the monk style that seemed serious. I hear this is all in line for you to write a reference.

The girl, who had trouble lining up, came straight to this desk, which was empty. Without thinking about it.

"You're free anyway. Write me a letter of introduction."

"Right. I wish I could ask. If you can keep your head down and put in words that I wouldn't want to write for you. Then I'll think about it for you."

This fucking woman and girl are thoughtfully poisoned in her heart. She doesn't seem as old as a woman, but she has a shitty personality. I thought I'd throw him a rounded application, but this would be where we should be patient. It's not a good idea to be unable to get into the labyrinth.

- Because you don't have any money.

"……… Oh, please."

"I can't hear you at all."

"Oh, please, and I will. Gi, gi, guild. Write me some kind of reference."

"Mm-hmm. You have no choice. You can't possibly not write it if you ask me with that funny face, can you? I'll write to you in my spare time because I think I'll enjoy the day with your funny face. Look, just give me that garbage-like application."

Patience and chilling her head, the girl endures a desire to throw, spreading round paper and handing it to her.

"Which one? What is your background? 'I was playing brave. I killed the Demon King to make the world peaceful' or, wow. So, the name is Amnesia, so none, hmm. But I don't like no name, so the name is good for brave people. It's hard to lose memory. My heartfelt sympathy for your head."

"…… Thank you for that."

"I don't want to thank you, because it's ironic. Then give a letter of introduction to the Warrior Guild to a self-proclaimed brave man with a strong paranoid habit. You won't be able to use magic anyway. Because there is a wide variety of things from handymen to garbage scraps. Well, it's mostly rubbish.... Yes, I did."

When I can put a properly written piece of paper in an envelope, I throw it in the face of the girl - the brave man again. And then I took the trick of getting rid of him.

"Chi, motherfucker, remember that!

The brave man tried throwing up a throwaway dialogue that the villains used well. I feel my heart wrapped up in a sense of loser. I see, I could realise that these are the kinds of crumbs I used to knock down.

"Yes, the next one please"

Soon, the next man waiting for his application was lined up behind the brave man. The man pushes the brave in a harsh manner.

"Finally. Out of the way, get out of the way!

"Yes, I do!

There's blood on my head with this bastard, but I put up with being angry because I'm hungry. If I drained my strength and energy any more, I would have fallen.

With a sigh of relief, the brave man leaves the church building.

At that time, I grabbed the flyer I had left at the entrance. Gathering information is important.

I use my non-working head to flush and read it, but I don't understand it in a painful way.

"……… What? It's so pointlessly long and fine."

I look through the flyer, which is surprisingly written in fine letters, reluctantly. Brave men strongly believe that we should increase the use of paintings and colors. Very hard to read.

Continue reading patiently wanting to break it and gain a general understanding.

- To summarise the contents of the flyer.

-What? To get permission from the church, you have to belong to the 'guild' that exists in this city of art.

-Guilds exist for warriors and magicians. I can't choose freely. Don't declare it to the church when you have hope.

· "Vocational Certificate" is awarded by being recognized by these guilds for certain or more strengths.

· You can freely venture through the underground labyrinth by obtaining a "Vocational Certificate" and getting a "Exploration Permit" from the association.

· When you hunt demons in the labyrinth and bring back a determined area, that becomes money.

· When looking for accommodation, go to "Extreme Pavilion". A delicious meal and wonderful sake await you. If you stay with us, you will also make progress exploring Hell's Labyrinth!

- That's it.

"The last one is not publicity. Besides, an extraordinary pavilion. It's a name that will take your breath away if you stay."

I miss the flyer, thinking it's a familiar name somewhere.

Keep the information in mind for now, and the brave start walking to their destination. There was a map on the flyer, so I know the general location. I picked it up before I went into the city, where I put a sturdy wooden stick in place of a cane.

The brave outfit nowadays is not like being able to name the 'brave' very much. It is a wooden stick that fell into a poverty-style cloth everyday clothing. Probably the farmers there are better equipped. Just for having iron farm tools.

And I don't have any money. I can't even buy rice because I don't have the money. I can't think of anything other than a means of making money fighting. It is the same as a demon if it is attacked by a human being. That's where I decided to go into the labyrinth. Kill the demon and you'll get the money, and your stomach will swell. And the world will be at peace. There are good things everywhere and nothing wrong with it.

When the brave men were increasing their willingness to kill demons, they rang from somewhere.

"Ah, uh."

"Oh, dull. It's a pain in the ass. You can't even breathe."

"Su, excuse me"

A young long-sleeved woman calls from next door. Don't worry about the brave man. Keep walking.

"I can hear you barefoot because of your mind. Perhaps it's time to welcome you. Extreme pavilion would have been nice if I'd died anyway. You're sorry you went to hell, aren't you? When I die, I think I'm going to keep killing the demons of hell."

Ignore the woman's voice talking blurry and move on further. Only forward when in trouble. I have done so before.

When I renewed my resolve to continue doing so, unfortunately, I turned to the front.

"Excuse me! Um, if you like, why don't you come with me to the guild?

"Why? I mean, who are you?

Seeing a young woman as a brave man rules. Even if you look like a good guy, the truth is - things like that were really good. So basically it's the right thing to suspect.

"Eh, because it's what I saw earlier in church. So, now that I'm going to go and file an application for affiliation with the guild, I hope so. I'm anxious about everything when I'm alone. Oh, I'm also a reference to the 'Warrior' guild."

A young woman who proposes with a good smile of people. I can't see the feeling that there's going to be a back. Even if I'm talking, it doesn't look like I'm up to anything in particular. This woman looks like the person she looks like. A brave man knows a lot. It smells like it. Bloodthirsty rotten people stink, no matter what they hide or do. I can't stand it. As much as I want to accidentally slap the smell out of my brain.

"... why do you think I'm a warrior guild? You think your brain is made of muscle? Right, I'm a brain muscle woman, right? 'Cause I'm gonna get my hands on it before I even think about it."

"And it's outrageous. Because that's what I heard earlier with the Warrior Alliance. Besides, the Warrior Guild now has momentum! It's only a matter of time before you beat the Swordsman Alliance!

"No, I'm a brave man."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Because everyone admires' brave men '. With that thought and high goals, it's important to encourage training. You know that very well! Excellent!"

The young long-sleeved woman is clenching her fists tight and forcefully theorizing.

"Ah, this girl is a weary person," the brave man instantly realized. Human beings in this hand often drain not only their physical strength, but also their mental strength. It belongs not to him, but primarily to the human being involved.

I'll take another look at your appearance. One head cent taller than a brave man, about the same height as an adult man. Heavy and well built silver armor. A shield with a family crest on it, and a long sword on his back. It could be considered an ideal warrior.

Hair is the tail shape of a blonde horse. Its eyes are burning and shining powerfully on ideal.

"... well good. It would help if you could show me around. This city is too big to grasp yet. We're talking about how big it is."

A large city surrounded by high walls, present in a plain area sandwiched by rivers. The brave man was the first to visit the city for no purpose, having a good feeling that it would be difficult if the water damage occurred. Things came and went, people came and went violently, there was a lot of noise, and I could see how they were flourishing.

"That's already! Because this city of art was built around the 'underground labyrinth'. It's also the final line of defense to prevent demon invasion from underground. If you go to the labyrinth, you can also see the boundaries. - I don't know, I don't even have to explain it now."

After explaining it, I'm smiling at you. It was an interesting story for a brave man unfamiliar with this place.

I wonder what awaits you at the end of the 'underground labyrinth'. Why don't we go hunting for the culprit from here? If the source is known, there must be as many ways to deal with it as possible. And why not seal off the labyrinth?

I turned my mind around and the brave man's stomach rang. I don't seem to have the strength to think anymore.

"Oh, do you want to eat something lightly before you go to the guild?

"…… I don't have the money."

"In a little while, so let's eat together!

He talks to Nico with a dazzling smile. It was like a merciful goddess.

"……… You're a good guy."

"Thank you for letting me stay with you! Oh, I'm late! My name is Matari Art. Nice to meet you!

I'm going to bow my head with a pepper. In doing so, the back hair that is wrapped up and dripping shakes like a horse's tail.

"... art? Sounds familiar."

The name of the city was certainly art, too, so the brave hears it back unexpectedly.

"Ah, yes. I am also a clan of art for once. Because it's just not officially acknowledged. Besides, the earliest art names are like decorations. It's just a glory of the past."

Matari squeaks clouding her expression. Until recently, there is a shadow on my back. I have no idea what Art's clan is, but the brave man decided to comfort them. It's a thank you for the luxury.

"Hmm. Well, that sounds like a lot of trouble. Cheer up anyway. If you're so depressed, you'll lose your luck. If you do, there's nothing good to do, and you can't pick up anything good."

Yes, you'll pick up your curse gear, you'll pick up your rotten bread. That is a terrible thing. The equipment that the brave man has used so far has been captured from demons, so it has also fitted a variety of painful eyes. A sword that will break your hand when you grip it, but a helmet that will be tightened when you wear it. Even with such exceptions, the demons are not insulted because they are sturdy and superior to the weapons made by humans.

As a thank you, the brave men killed the demons with their prized weapons.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's right. I threw up a bit of stupidity. Let's cheer up!

Teh laughs, tongues out. Lovely trick. The brave man somehow thought it wouldn't suit his bloody self.

"Then can you show me around? I'll follow you."

"Of course! Come on, let's go. This is our first step to glory!

I hear things are getting better again, Matari. In exchange, the brave man bends over. It seemed like her last strength had been sucked away after being accompanied by her energetic daughter. Support the stick of the tree so that it doesn't collapse, and focus on your feet.

"Speaking of which, I forgot what was important. May I ask your name?

Matari slaps her hand and smiles closer to her face.

The brave man wonders what to do now. state the proper pseudonym. But I immediately change my mind.

- I don't need a name or anything. Because I am a brave man. Before being human, brave man. Things that live only to kill demons. I didn't need a name or anything for such a person. No one called me by name.

"Brave man. My name is Brave. I forgot about the old days because of amnesia. So you can call me whatever you want."

"Ki, are you amnesic? So, but without a name."

To the words of the brave, Mattari unwittingly raises his confused voice. The brave man pounds out his matari shoulder with ease.

"You'll remember one of these days. So I don't care. Let's go."

"Ma, please wait! Yu, brave man? Hey, name. Is that really good? If I made it a cuter name..."

"Because he says he doesn't care. That's not good. Patience until my memory returns. First, it doesn't matter if you can identify who the name is."

"Oh, is that what it is? Because it's a name."

The brave man tells Matari in a terribly cold tone of voice how unconvincing he is.

That gaze was too cold for Matari to carry on.

"- That's what the world is like."

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Taking him to Matari, the brave man was led to a building like the one that had converted the liquor store.

On a sign with a painting of liquor, he said, 'Warrior, come!' There are many stickers on it. I felt that only my father, who drank it for me, would come, but the brave man did not go in.

I can hear the hustle and bustle and the sound of the spear crossing here. They're thriving quite a bit. I don't know what the Alliance and the others look like, but apparently drinking isn't the only job.

Matari cuts ahead, and the brave enters as he wraps his bread around. Bread on your right hand. It's a heavy load called a wooden stick on the left hand side.

Some of them were as drunk as expected, and they were like a disfigured burglar collapse. I have the impression that women and children are out of place no matter what. Matari pushed through it without a shudder and spoke to the man in the blue shirt across the street from the counter.

The magnificent blue shirt man has a tanned, lush flesh and is characterised by cuts that ran on his cheek. I don't feel uncomfortable being introduced to the head of a burglar.

"Ah, brave man,? This guy says Mr. Rob, he's the master of the Warrior Alliance. A letter of introduction."

"Hmm, I don't even need to see that. I have to put in such a shitty kid. We're so falling apart. No matter how much you sweep away."

Blocking Matari's words, Rob throws up with a bitter look as he stares at the brave man.

The brave man also stumbles on the bread in a harsh manner. Throwing the reference silently, Rob grabs it abusively.

"It's a church reference, so I'll just check it out. Go home if you feel like it. Uh, a few names call themselves brave men, a few background brave men, stunts call themselves demons annihilated, special notes from the church," Trash goes to the trash can ". Ama in that church, you're kidding."

Rob, who deliberately reads out the references and slams them into the trash, says only one word to the brave man. pointing to the exit.

- Go home.

"I don't like it. You don't get paid to kill demons, do you? We're wasting each other's time. Just give us a search permit. 'Cause I'm gonna kill you to the point of rotting."

"You, you'll be licking your life"

"I have always lived positively. Whatever happened, I didn't give up. That's why I'm alive. I've never licked my life."

"Then listen, what is that outfit? He's about to try the underground labyrinth with a stick of wood that he picks up there everyday. This is no place to teach dance. Come back later."

When the brave look around, almost everyone in the guild is turning a curious gaze. Unpleasant as it may be, this place endures patience and bravery.

I can't get into the labyrinth if I can't stand it. To kill demons. And to get paid. I don't know which is the main purpose.

Nevertheless, the brave man is frightened. I knew it was the building that remodeled the tavern, but inside it was really the tavern itself.

It would be like a stopover for warriors challenging the labyrinth, because they offer alcohol. The brave thought strongly of changing his name to a drinking guild, not a warrior guild.

Nevertheless, the human face here is there, and seems to have quite a few arms. It won't be a waste of time. This blue shirt is supposed to be top notch. How can you just admit it? Should I hit him once financially?

The men who had earlier raised their curious gaze and laughter to the brave men who were entering the vortex of thought call out to them.

"Ooh, the brave lady who calls herself. I know there are a lot of things going on here, but this isn't a playground. If you want to make money, you should go somewhere that suits your body."

"I don't know how many of them are poor!

"Ha-ha! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I hear some guys in the world say it's better to be small!

"Hahaha, is he really there? Good for you, lady! You can be a pervert's favorite! Good luck for the best whore in art!!

Men who stir up booze and make silly laughs.

- These men are in the ancient ginseng category even in the guild, beating similar light mouths every time to try the rookie's guts. The most intense of these is today's incitement. Because I felt like they pushed an unknown kid into church and made fun of their guild. - It wasn't like I didn't have the kindness to try to stop the young people from getting more bodies.

Matari has a bright red face. He doesn't seem immune to nasty words. Rob, wearing a blue shirt, repeated the same words as earlier, without changing his expression.

"- That's why. If you understand what reality is, go home. I'm not that free either. Matari has procedures, so stay."

"Lo, Mr. Rob!

"I'm not running the guild for fun either. We can't send a guy into the labyrinth who knows he's going to be a corpse. That's how much you know, right?

"…… Yes, but"

Rob drinks the matari that prompts him to rethink.

"But it's not. You would know if you were a clan of art, too. Besides, if you're gonna pick a partner, pick a better one."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Totally overstated, Matari has her long back rounded. And he turned to the brave man and apologetically lowered his head.

I wonder what happened to the brave man who was not treated well and was listed as the most prominent candidate for a corpse.

(... It's already a pain in the ass, do you want to go into the labyrinth on your own? I'm getting angry. First, I don't need permission to kill demons)

When the brave thought began to flow in dangerous directions, an ancient ginseng man approached to anoint the fire.

"Look, lady, don't just stand there and get out of here. If it's okay with me, you can deal with him after this, okay?

"Hahaha, you had that kind of hobby!

"Wahahaha! You perverted father!

"Hey, I was going to be your first customer. We're gonna play the price, too, right?

A man with a niyanya and a humble smile and hands on the shoulders of a small brave man.

At that moment I tried to wander my body with nasty hands...

A brave man slaps a positive fist into every man. The man wears iron sturdy looking armor, but he hasn't been able to kill the shock.

A left blow that's not a dominant arm. In that heavy blow the man makes a grumpy frog crumble and nods.

Moreover, the brave man uses a wooden stick to jump up the man's jaw. Keep swinging it down and another blow.

A sharp series of attacks is slammed in, but the brave ones are still on the loose. If this were a demon, it would already have been crushed without a trace.

"How's the wood stick taste? I don't care what you get to kill. It doesn't matter if it's protective equipment. Kill or be killed. That's all that matters, isn't it? So, you in sturdy armor, you're about to get killed by me with one crude wooden stick. You know what I mean."

Hold the wooden stick with both hands and press it against the area that hits the man's spine. If the brave man adds strength, the man dies.

"Gweh, wait, wait."

"On second thought, if you die, maybe one seat will be vacant. That's where I go in. Hey, what do you think? I don't think that's a good idea. Don't you think? Don't think so when I think about it. Yeah. Killing a human is heartbreaking, but I can't help it because it's to kill a demon."

He whines to himself like a bump and a broken, and eventually convinces himself that the kettle and the brave laugh.

"So, yeah, someone! Please help me!!

A man asks for help around, but nobody tries to move. I can't move. I can't move because of the intimidation the little girl gives me. A defenseless girl laughing like broken. But I can't move.

You'll see. Touch the blade and you will bleed. That's natural. If you try to stop this girl, she will surely kill you. The next time I crawl and squat, I'm engraved in the back of my brain. That's why I can't move.

"Have you said goodbye? Don't worry about it. I'll help you. I'll kill all the demons for you. The world will be peaceful and will surely be saved. Isn't that very nice? The day is near when the Brave will defeat the Demon King. So don't worry, it's a sacrifice. Peace is built on honorable sacrifices. The great guy said it too. So don't worry. Goodbye, then."

After folding in a flat tone, the brave man vowed world peace. And when I hung my foot on the man's back and tried to crush his spine...

"- That's it! Apologize for the earlier incident. I want you to forgive me for all my disrespect. Admit to joining our Warrior Alliance. So let him go."

Rob slaps his hand loud enough to echo throughout the room and apologizes to the brave. With that sound, madness disappears from the eyes of the brave man. Looking down at the man who stepped on him, he leaves his feet uninterested.

The purpose is to kill demons. You have to go to the labyrinth to do that. Enter the guild for that. If that can be accomplished, there is no particular need to kill this man. That's why I let him go. That's all.

A man who was trembling and coughing hard. Humans who were solidifying around them called out for help.

"So, are you okay, Jabba!

"Oh, man, you suck at breathing."

"Go to the priesthood guild and get them treated! There must have been someone with this guy. Hurry!"

An ancient ginseng who takes a rapidly ill man known as Jabba and jumps out of a warrior's guild. The brave man dropped him off like he didn't care.

"Yu, brave man, yes, now that's, ya, not too much"

Matari, blue-faced, approaches the brave and speaks. She was too impatient to move again. I couldn't move my legs because of the rash.

"You really didn't mean to kill me, did you? You kill people, you kill people. You bet."

…………

The brave man decided to tell Matari something appropriate that he was not convinced of. Because it's to kill demons, you won't be convinced that you have no choice, so you can say something like that.

"For humans, the most important thing is pride. Hunger kills people, but if you don't lose it, you're a fine man. The person who lost it..."

"Who lost it?

"Become a pathetic beast. And he who remembers the taste of blood, drowned, and fell into the outer path. That's the demon. So if you hurt your pride, you have to fight. I have done so. To avoid falling into the devil. Remember, if you want to be human too."

And as the brave man spoke of the great things, he broke the dishes that had been kept on the table. If you don't lose your pride, you won't have a problem with the pinch. That's the thing.

"Yes, sir"

Matari is nodding deeply as he engraves it into his heart. And I repeat the word pride over and over again. It seemed strongly influenced.

Worried about what he looked like, Rob called out after exhaling once.

"Highlights It's a splendid thing. It was like a war soldier talking. Who the hell are you?

"Brave"

"Let's see. Anyway, welcome to our warrior guild. Welcome at once. Your name is..."

"Brave"

"... the brave lady. Let me put it on the roster properly. Don't forget your new name anyway. It's about polishing your arms and encouraging you to help the association."

"Yes, sir."

The brave replied appropriately with a bite of meat.

"- Fine. I would have a lot of procedures, but it seems like this today, so come back tomorrow. This is a nuisance fee and a welcome sign."

Rob handed a piece of silver to the brave man. Even if you stayed at the inn and ate a treat and drank alcohol, it's worth it.

The source of the money came from Rob's hand. There is also a rude apology fee for the first garbage treatment.

"Thank you very much."

"There are a lot of inns, but Extreme Pavilion is recommended. Many of my colleagues are staying here. And most importantly, the Warrior Alliance. When you guys stay, it means little happiness comes to me."

If I find out, get out today, and the braves will be kicked out of the guild as they push out.

The brave man speaks to Matari, who was driven out by the winding.

"I'm sorry. I even got you involved."

"Yes, no, it's good! Besides, the earlier stick judgment was really brilliant. My body surgery was beautiful, and will I be aiming for militants in the future?

He stares at the brave man with his hands together and says he is truly touched.

Brave men unfamiliar with such gaze respond out of sight.

"Yes, no. Because I am a brave man. I'm not going to be a militant. Because I'm a brave man. It would be weird for a brave man to be a militant."

"Really? Though it felt like talent was outstanding. Well, anyway, let's head to the Extreme Pavilion!

In the end, the brave man shrugs that it is the Extreme Pavilion. I think I'd give it a better name, like an euphoria kiosk or something. Doesn't it seem easier to stay asleep?

With the brave thinking blurry, Matari had already rushed quite a bit further.

"Brave man, I'm going to hey!

"Oh, boy. I don't know what's gonna happen. Well, I guess I'll be."

I've managed it before. So I'll keep working it out.

The brave man stopped thinking deeply, rocked his horse's tail hair and began to run beneath Matari, who was waving vigorously.