Maouyome

The sex of a samurai is difficult.

The moon of sixteen nights sits in the midheavens.

Rip the void, draw an arc, and place the pale spear in a nostalgic position like a tiger. Low in the earth, bent far away in heaven because he (his) stood up his fangs.

In a tense mood, approaching the skin is a sign of doom.

If you take a breath in such a time, you will then hit the wind and calm.

The awkward in the sight of the unseen had definitely felt the fierce thoughts, even though he said it was a place of sorrow.

"One of your legs, be prepared."

"Stay where you want!

On a stone bridge about eight meters wide.

It's a scaffold that can never be said to be wide, but it's twelve minutes wide. If you lose consciousness of those who roll in wreckage, fall into unexpected misery.

If you throw up in a shallow breath, you have to scrape.

If the cold of the hard cobblestone is returned to the soles of the feet to be imprinted, it is for me to keep my momentum strong.

Instant kill. Deep down, Lord Limfilet's pointy tip did not even rest for a breath, and it was stuck out to the present day.

A divine speedy poke with no signs or first moves.

Think with your eyes and your head, you can't take it.

The only thing to rely on is cultivation and cultivation and years of training skills engraved into the body. It didn't take long to open my body half a step, and I slashed it up diagonally with all my strength.

A definite response to be born there.

But no tips first.

When she pulled herself away at her own discretion, the tip of the bounced haz had penetrated the rinse over her skin.

If the speed of penetration is normal, the pull is the same again.

The white blade on the tip, which is further protruded, is also invisible, leaving the momentum to tap off the pattern only.

If it's an intermittent gain, the gap when it's slapped away is something that gets bigger. … if that is a hundred users.

A sharp stone poke sticks out in front of you to cross your arms and treat you in a way that makes you feel free to change.

Even the knife in favor of the revocation was precisely matched to the pale spear to be poked and paid for.

Every time we meet, our hearts tremble.

The savage and fierce impulse in the awkward shook me with joy every time we met.

What we want from each other is the safety of our two children.

The place where we wish together is the same, Haz.

But to exchange blades, I don't even have a mind to hate.

The samurai sex, what is it?

Communicating more than the will put into a spear shot is absolute readiness.

A single leg is definitely what I would have meant. As a deeper will than words, I felt the strength of that will above all on my skin with temper.

So far, I've seen the awkward.

If we are not to save our two children, we must slaughter those who know their faces. If I had intended to, I would have been worried about the awkward after the slaughter.

If you kill people and save ghosts, you have nowhere to return to the awkward.

Until now, when my son was captured, his willingness to keep such awkwardness away was painfully conveyed.

What can I hate when I think of you?

If you are, you are awkward and unable to pull off.

It's the ultimate in pleasure to be told that way. But how much do you care about saving your two children?

If we can't pull each other off, we push through with the martial arts, but the samurai constant. In other words, the difficulty lies in understanding.

... Now.

But not yet, not enough!

"One foot is sweet again! You sword saint! Even if you lose both hands and feet, if you decide not to pull, you will not!

"... I don't know!

Step deep into it and pay big for the spear. With the servant Lord Lynn Fillet, the blow at hand has no art of letting him escape. Fight the momentum and aim away where both feet have trampled the ground.

All I pay for now is shadows.

From above the head, which jumped within an instant, the pattern of a blue spear swung down by the ceiling determined the face of the stone bridge.

"You're wrong to see what you need to save. Throw away the awkwardness and use it like it's good, but you shouldn't help your child."

I'm not ready.

If you have the heart to behave like an awkward person, then it is all about what should be saved and protected, but it makes sense.

"I can't, I didn't!

In pursuit of the awkward man who had avoided to the rear, Lord Limfilet did not appear to have struck down the pale spear with a tremendous wave.

The awkward man dared to take it at his feet.

"You can't throw away a place to return for us or anything. I can't let that happen.... you can't be so sweet to Kensei."

It had certainly been conveyed to its imminent and whispering appearance, whether more sincere than its heart.

Only then did the awkward put more effort into pushing each other.

"To risk your life, there's nothing else like this."

"What..."

"The samurai, it is only in their own power to pass my will. Even if it's Shura, I can't regret it."

"You can't go with ghosts and people. No. Too many different places to live! No, no, no, no, no, no!

"If it is, it is! Nothing else to wear us! There is no more untrained fame in the world of men until they have cast down the helpers!

If you push back with impatience, Lord Limfilet will also take it with all his strength.

"... no! You can't do that!

"Pretty extreme! Oh, God! No more hassles than I could ever get back! If we are destined to be together, we will decay here, but we look forward to it! I'm not gonna pull this off!

"I don't know what that means. Shh! You stupid sword. Holy shit!

If we play each other, we distance ourselves and we don't have to face each other.

There was a moment when Lord Lynn Filet's temperament changed.

"... ghosts and people. There is no place to live together. If you still want to throw away being a person... I can't let you do that."

I was tempted to blind myself to Red Summer.

A roaring and heightening mood, like a flame.

"If you still don't pull, just kill me. Keep Kensei in the people."

"That's it! Stay where you want!

Draw your breath, and tear the darkness at the tip of the sumptuous ear.

Unlike the previous linear penetration, the spears that have lost their palms are truly unusual.

Relying on the sound of the wind cut and the indulgence to match the blades is not even slightly extended, at least to prevent only steep points. The sight of it showing and striking, exactly like a flock of wild wild beast fangs.

It was the thirsty frontiers of the samurai that the body struck and trembled in a series of strikes that did not seem like single spear shooting.

If you think of it as a face, you will be hit to the left, and you will not be broken in the shoulder by a matching knife.

The skill was far beyond the assumed height.

Show your martial arts in advance of all this.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The honor of the samurai, extremes here.

I had felt the joy of the Above fill my whole body.

The feeling of being sharpened every time we meet in one go.

Faster and sharper, whenever the swords are aligned, the fierce impulse is guided by the inner voice and rolls from the depths of the body.

The only knife to be returned to the tip across the cheek with a single piece of skin blurred is to pass through the void.

If you twist your body and beat it to the force, it's even more imminent, and if you take a walk, you'll be greeted with a further blow.

Hit it, pay it, pay it, pay it, pay it, pay it.

The brilliance of the void, painted with a sharpening sword flash.

The joy of bumping peeled souls into each other.

I had already flown out of consciousness, such as what was going on around me.

Even the sound of his own body is outside of him.

An instant reception that stares at the person in front of you in an attempt to reap their lives.

It is a place of bliss.

As a samurai, I pair my sword with so many opponents.

Would there be so much other bliss?

I don't care why.

Just the moment I feel, the moment of trance.

When you layer your skin on a mattress, it is only the flesh that you feel. By now, we can feel each other's peeled souls. No hassle.

An instant encounter that beats a thousand years with someone you've fallen in love with more than your heart.

Full of joy.

The tip of the sword that was paid flowed outside, and it was born and protruded into the gap, and the tip passed in front of him.

It was about being aggressive.

Release one hand and grab the spear pattern in selflessness.

If he presses the mark and the spear, Lord Linfilet also grabs the ground with both feet and pushes it back with force.

I'm used to seeing both ends of a spear.

Reading each other's doorsteps doesn't take a breath.

I remember to push and pull and push and forget how many times I want to be rolled to the ground.

Being pulled down to be sucked into the loss of resistance is in an obsolete lapse.

Who else can teach you the moves to flush power, not resist grip, and mindfulness in front of you, Lord Linfilet?

It was to Lord Limfilet that the spear, drawn in time to return it, broke his posture greatly.

Neither rolling into the ground nor dropping a spear could do the boulder, and it was only in front of the awkward that he exposed his defenseless nod.

……

……

It felt like nothing.

Better than the original. This is the unblocked will of the awkward.

It is in the Lord Limfilet, who tried to protect the pride of the awkward, even by putting a spear up against us, keeping the sword holy in the world of men. That thought is my honor.

But if you can't even pull in silence, there's no other way to choose.

It begins willingly and ends willingly.

The awkward was satisfied with it.

Enough, please.

I can't even go with you.

Don't even want to pull it off.

If so, how much will it mean to the raw ones ahead?

Coming from Lord Lynn Filet is readiness for ideas.

Well, not really.

… and not.

There is no untrained in the world of men, but only if you give your thoughts to Lord Limfilet.

It is also possible to kill and tie with full force, exchanges more than a hot embrace in the soul of stripping, and it arrives high at the end of the day. What else do you want now?

It was full.

No more, I was satisfied.

No more untrained on this body.

The awkward man shut his eyes there quietly.