It's all one flower.

Captain Solniak raised one hand and took control of the old soldier to speak quietly.

"This is how even boys like you look down on us when they're old enough not to go. Even though they are equally, magically powerless' people of land without power '. We stood up to defeat that situation in this country."

"Don't fuck with us, you Kirkulls fanatics."

The boy laughed spirally.

The air in the field freezes and calms down.

The adult evacuee lost his expression and gazed at the boy and the star path prostitute.

If you piss off terrorists in a place like this where there's no escape, they might throw you in the fire. To the wall of flames, there were some who looked at it like that.

"If you don't like magic so much, you're not terrorizing it, so take it to Artel or something."

"The boy's words are exactly the same as those who had half a century of civil strife"

The old soldier shook his neck to the side and laid his eyes down.

The boy laughs at it.

"What's wrong with that? We could have lived together thanks to civil unrest."

"This stuff isn't 'live-sharing'"

The captain continues ahead of the words the old soldier raised his face and spit out in agony.

"Quarantine and detachment, elimination waiting for slow death."

"What's wrong with the victim? We all thought it would be a good idea if the war that lasted fifty years ended on these terms."

A boy with a broken left arm laughed with his nose, and the boy standing next to him snorted (nodding) small.

The captain tells the boy's unknown history in a sigh of sigh.

"… we also initially sought to improve the current situation in a moderate way. He has sent people to Parliament, appealed for reform of the system and has continued his efforts in various respects, including increasing food production and creating public health, education and employment within the Autonomous Communities. However, the current national system has power in numbers. Our appeals of the minority continued to be scratched (or) erased by the voices of the majority. For the last thirty years."

"Isn't that obvious? 'Cause you guys chose an autonomous community."

The boy laughed in disgrace and looked back to ask his companions for their consent.

A group of boys and girls snort at their surrounding complexions as they peek.

Only Pina looked down on a group of prostitutes and boys and girls.

Juvenile soldier Morph was horrified by Pina's attitude while, for some reason, his chest ached.

"He wasn't born in the Autonomous Community if he liked it."

Voices rose from unexpected places, and Morphs and prostitutes and boys and girls, as well as adults, saw the Lord of their voices in unison.

It's the boy of the land people who gave something to the people of the lake. He looked a little older than the boys in the herd.

I seem frightened by the gathered gaze, but continue with a little nervousness.

"And now even adults are people who were children thirty years ago. So will this guy I was talking to right now. If you were a kid, you wouldn't have chosen to move to the Autonomous Community for the convenience of the house or something. Kids can't choose their parents."

When the boy moved his gaze toward Morph to the captain, people were followed and saw the captain.

The mockery disappears from the fractured boy, staring back at the rebutted boy with a sharp eye.

Boy soldier Morph was unexpected.

... does anyone think like this, even if they are not autonomous people?

Noticing the possibility that some of the shooters included like-minded people, Morph felt like he had a bottomless hole in his foot.

"What, you, you got a terrorist shoulder?

"That's not what I'm saying. Just..."

The rebutted boy throws his words back at the boy who speaks back in a tight tone.

"I have a trade worker who sometimes goes to the factory in the Autonomous Region at work."

Juvenile soldier morphs have never done anything other than simple factory work or running neighborhood use. Ahead of that job, I first learned that people outside the Autonomous Community would be engaged.

The blood rises gently on my head and makes me uncomfortable.

But without him, this boy wouldn't have come to this idea either. It's complicated to think so.

"Before, they told me how terrible the Autonomous Communities were going to be... more, I thought if the great people of the country or something had been decent, it wouldn't have been like this"

"Poor thing to hear, are you sympathetic? It's an 'autonomous region' like that, so don't ask the state to do it, is it Hanashi? Do something with Temei and the others."

The last word was directed at the Star Way Prostitute.

"Boy, aren't you a little over-mouthed? As a person, don't you think I'm saying the wrong thing?

Older cops get embarrassed when they see a boulder.

The boy looked down with a bad bump.

The boy who stood up softly lowered his hips as he stole a look at the boy standing beside him.

In the group, only the boy with the broken left arm stood up as if he had been left behind.

"I know that's how you look down on Mon in the Listver Autonomous Region. Thank you. So, why are you staring at that fellow-like guy in this situation? Answer the question."

Not a single one answered Morph's question.

The group of boys and girls is silent, with strangely sticky, damp, shady eyes, just looking at Morph and Pina.

Some of them include nasty grins in their mouths.

"What the hell. What, are you laughing at me? What's wrong with you?

Even if Morph raises the question, no one says anything, only more people nibble.

Captain Solgnac stops Morph from asking questions.

"That will be enough. I can't tell you because I can't let someone else hear me because I'm uncomfortable with what I hear."

Including laughter disappears from the faces of boys and girls.

Because not only the star path prostitutes, but also the other adults, found themselves turning their eyes to them for criticism.