It's all one flower.

I don't know what was going on out there, but I found the cold to be tighter and the sun tilted.

It's almost night.

Even today, I was stuck here.

Live or die, I'm not sure.

I didn't know this time was so hard.

Juvenile soldier Morph was a streak of things he didn't even know, his first time, long after he stepped out of the Ristover Autonomous Community.

For more than a decade of living in the Autonomous Community, Morph was so alive that he wondered if he slept half with his eyes open or half dead.

As vague as my age is, I've only lived to live.

I crawled down the ground on the day I came and the day I came, I couldn't look up and look forward, I just stared at my feet, and I've been repeating the same days.

In a quiet convoy, I think back to when I left the Autonomous Community.

The city of Zerneau, which I saw before I threw the flame bottle, and the building before I threw the grenade, were a beauty I had never seen before.

Besides in front of the factory, there are paved roads through which cars can pass.

The identity of the fleeing people was better than anyone else in Morph's neighborhood.

The houses that collapsed with grenades were made of materials other than tongue. Grenades easily (easily) destroyed dirt and concrete walls.

Even the wizard found that shooting with a machine gun would kill him easily.

The hair of the people of the lake is green, but we found out that the colour of blood was the same as that of our own people on land, red. We also knew that if we were injured, we would suffer the same as ourselves.

I found out that crying by a child who was killed by his parents, and crying by a parent who lost a child, was just like us.

They were also human.

The wizards of a powerful people and the morphs. For the first time, I realized that the difference between a powerless people was really nothing but "magic or not".

... Why are you treating me so differently when I'm the same person?

After throwing out the flame bottle, he helped operate the machine gun.

The civic hospital at the target point was beautiful and splendid, as the former truck driver put it.

I was taught that the smell of a snotty hospital poking my nose was something called a "disinfectant." Says it is a medicine to wash wounds and the like beautifully.

Morph heard the story for the first time about using drugs to wash his wounds.

In Barack Street, in the autonomous community of Listwar, even the water that washes the wounds is dirty. Wounds are pus, and those who lose their lives continue to do so.

In the first place, Morph saw something called "hospital" itself, for the first time.

The former truck driver says he's had his legs tied back here.

If I can restore my legs once I've taken them, can my sister's legs also be able to walk? For the first time in his life, Juvenile Soldier Morph came up with the possibility of "treatment".

But I gave up right away.

... Without the money, I can't.

Giving up turned to grief, grief turned to anger.

Caged that anger in bullets, the boy soldier Morph kept firing automatic small guns.

Until the bullet ran out and the wizard doctor cornered him, he gradually killed people outside the Autonomous Community by way of allowances. Turned those who could be treated into irrevocable corpses.

The police officer captured the Star Way prostitute alive, saying, "To hang him on the Judge of the Law."

If you are a vegetable thief in the Autonomous Community, the farmer's vigilante will shoot you on the spot for everyday tea meals.

If someone in the family does something wrong from someone elsewhere, they retaliate. A house without the power of vengeance can only cry and fall asleep.

The father of a boy soldier died in a factory accident, but the life of a worker was cheaper than parts of a machine, and his death was never looked upon by anyone but his family.

For Morph, "law" was "power" immediately.

Arms, economy, production, intelligence, technology…

Anything is fine, so only those with some "power" can pass the demands.

A police officer told me "the justice of the law," and I thought it would kill me, but it's still alive.

Food was also given.

What is the law in this land?

Morph knew the world outside the Autonomous Community would move by standards he didn't know, but he couldn't imagine what it was like.

The captain explained to us how we would be treated, but I just blurred to imagine, I didn't know what the specifics were.

The only thing I know for sure is that the inhabitants on this side eat what tastes like "fish".

It's so cheap for them that they can throw it at the prisoners and send it over.

Morph was moved to see if there was such a savory thing in the world.

When the excitement arose, two things came up, anger.

The wizard has always had a monopoly on such delicious things.

Such a luxurious meal… No, they were reminded once again of the misery of their lives, which made them feel luxurious about the things they didn't spare to throw.

Until we went outside the Autonomous Community, we only knew by hearsay the very existence of "fish".

Until I went outside the Autonomous Community, I didn't know any other life, and I thought it was something like this.

Now, once again, we have seen disparities between the Autonomous Communities and the outside world.

It was the first kind of anger and shame I felt.

Sadness and embarrassment, sadness and anger make you cross, and your chest is scratched by unspoken chaos.

For something, I've never been so heartbroken before in my life.

Sitting on a cold floor, he buried his face on the knee he held, Morph facing his own heart.

I've never even thought about myself so much.

When I was at home, life chased me.

Ever since joining the Star Way Prostitute Army, I have been busy training, preparing for battle, and serving the Order, and haven't had time to think about anything.

Every day, I remembered something new and just did something new and it was the best I could.

Right now, boy soldiers have nothing to do, no material to think about going forward, nothing else to face themselves.

The captain predicted that Morph would not be the only one killed.

Apparently it's because he's a kid, but Morph couldn't believe it.

In the Autonomous Communities, even young children, vegetable thieves are shot instantly.

Morph himself, I am proud to say that he is no longer a small child, but a soldier in service.

Not like the days when I was chased to life, had no other choice, and was put to work from morning to night independently of my will.

Morph himself made his own decision and took a weapon in this hand.

If you can avenge a wizard, this life is not in vain.

Think about what you can do if you survive.

I was trained to fight with my bare hands.

If the powerless people are opponents, this is enough. The wizard was reminded that in his opponent, such martial arts would do no good.

If you're unintentionally hitting women and children, you're still confident you can beat them.

Police officers quickly subdued me.

This was the result of enduring rigorous training.