At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Kill, Kokosu...!

Lie on the floor, throwing words of intent to kill with your immobile body.

But the thrown side hasn't dealt with me in a busy way.

No, they're not interested as opponents to fight.

"Yes, sir."

Not caring about me at all, the man brought what he's been pouring into my body in the last few days in a vessel.

They sprinkle some grain with hot water to make it easier to pour it into your mouth.

Taking these into my body to keep my body warm and asleep, my physical function came back just a little bit.

The feeling of disgust in the lower abdomen and gradual loss of strength in the body also diminished.

I don't know why, but now this body seems to recover by taking these things into its body.

Only the fact that the facts are known will be the harvest of the status quo.

Because we were able to find early measures to combat this loss of physical ability.

"You're a pain in the ass. What happened to your body? Even though I was confident in witchcraft, it hardly worked. It's gonna snap, motherfucker. It works for trauma. Come on, what the hell?"

A man is holding me in magic with such a light-hearted slap.

I'm going to fight it, but I can't break any restraints.

On the contrary, the area under restraint cannot even move with Pickle.

Would you look at this situation and say it doesn't work?

To that fact, there is an unnecessarily increased willingness to kill men.

"The restraint works there. Why is the cure so bad, I don't know what it means."

"Huh! Get off me! I'll kill you! I'm gonna chop that off right away!

"Oh, oh, I'm feeling much better. But maybe if we get a little violent, we'll fall again."

The man and I have been having this kind of interaction for the past few days.

I'm trying to keep him from killing, but I can't keep him in front of me.

But the man prevents all my attacks without any bitterness, and this is how he restrains them and makes them appropriate.

In me and this guy today, the dimension of existence is too different to be talked about.

"Look, it's good. Just eat it."

"Shut up! Get off me!

"Yes, yes, I'll be outside, so eat slowly."

The man holds me and puts me back in bed, placing a plank of wood before it and a vessel on top.

It's something that's been pouring into my body lately.

When it's over, the man leaves the room as he says, and then after a while, the restraint is lifted.

"Shit, every few days since then, it's always been under control."

The man's disappearance calms my mind and brings back my usual thoughts.

He said he could stand it if he didn't even get it in his sight for now...

"Put this in your mouth, I guess."

Placed in front of me, I stare and squeal at something that's gone awry.

I don't know what this is, but it's definitely what I need right now.

I carry it in my mouth like I was made a man when I couldn't even move my fingers.

It was contained in my mouth and poured into my body, and in that one time my hands stopped.

"... I wonder what this is. What can I say? It's not something I like to talk about."

I didn't realize it when I was being poured into a man, but I got the urge to spit this out without thinking I'd include it in my mouth myself. Does that man keep this stuff in his mouth from time to time?

... well, if I poured it in before I knew it, would it be the same thing?

There's a chance he needs to be driven to get this in his system.

Maybe beings around here can't live without ingesting these things.

I'm more likely to have been affected by them.

Absolutely, abominable. I didn't know I had to live without this kind of trouble.

But I don't have to worry about it. To not die, to see my brothers.

It's just that I've been here the last few days, and I don't understand anything completely.

It's about that man.

That's not about who the guy is or how powerful he is.

"Without him, the intent to kill diminishes. On the contrary, a strange feeling comes to mind"

I realize that strange emotions have arisen that I don't even understand.

When you put a man in front of you, that thing can disappear, but if it's when you can't see him, the sentiment of intent to kill is almost completely gone.

I'm a little worried about that man when he disappears, even though you want to kill him in front of him.

I don't know why. What the hell is this?

... wasted where I thought about it. It's better to curb the intent to kill him than that.

As it is, I can't even live looking for my brothers.

That man is strong, but that man won't be the only one strong enough.

At least the dragon and the man who killed me should have been stronger.

It had an unusual strength, twisting all the rationale of the world.

Compared to that one, it still has cuteness.

And I'm the one who's so weak that I can't beat such a cute being.

Somehow, I want to be able to hold on to at least being attacked.

"At least if I can talk to him, I can make him do one thing."

I really don't know what he's going to do, but he's going to make me fully recover.

I don't know the sincerity, and I don't care.

But if he's strong, I can restrain him.

I can use it successfully.

If we can at least have a little conversation, we can ask him.

"- - What was I thinking right now?

My hand stops at the anomaly in my thought circuit. My head turned bright white for a moment in surprise.

Have a conversation of my own accord? Please? What is that? What do you think now?

It's not me. I can't think like that.

I can't ask for help from anybody but me.

Oh, my God, what the hell is wrong with me?

"... haha, really, I've checked and figured it out many times already, but really, I'm already a different thing"

I can be different and have different thoughts, but as always, I still have the same emotions as before.

Still, it's decidedly different.

Now I am able to seek salvation besides myself.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...!

Unexpectedly, sadness came in. Tears overflow from my eyes and I can't contain them.

I know why you're sad.

It's so hard, it's so painful, and you still can't ask me to save you.

There's a man in this world who can't even have this emotion.

I'm in this world, filled with the desire to be saved.

"Ugh, guh, bro, I'm sorry... duh, I'm definitely gonna go see him."

This must be an emotion from sadness and kindness that I can't think of myself before.

I wanted to ask myself for salvation, to be understood, to be affirmed, and that's why I wanted to see you.

At the same time that I was the only one who could understand you, I thought you were the one who could save me.

I'm the only one who's saved a little, so I thought I'd have to save you.

But I may no longer truly understand my brothers.

With so much extra stuff on me, my brothers may not be saved.

Still, it could be just a little salvation.

"Still, to see you, hiccup, go, from, hiccup"

Back to the task of pouring things in front of you in tears.

We need to be able to use this incomplete body. We need to make it a body that can fight better.

I don't mind taking the time to work on it, though. Still, I'll definitely go see him.

I want to share this sentiment with my brothers.

With that feeling, I poured everything in front of me into my body as I almost threw up.