Maouyome

On the other side of the gate, the desolate earth continued.

Far from the world in which people live, far from the land of demons, a periphery that is also called the end.

In a dry atmosphere, the reddish debris mixes.

Exposed to the wind storm, redsoil shards collapse from the chosen rock walls and descend deep into the valley where they have lost their shaky (soggy) objects.

The wilderness is just dotted with dull (frightened) dead grassy weeds on the peeled rock skin.

It was once the land spent by the old gods.

The gardens of the gods were filled with honey and thousands of colored flowers continued to shake their abundant fruits.

A number of beautiful gods' canteens lined up beside them with vibrant giant trees dropping cool shades and a great river rich in clear fresh water carrying moisture.

The heart of the world, once called the garden of giants, now only exposed its emptiness to misery as a desolate earth merely eroded by dry sky breezes.

The scar of battle tells the story of the anomaly.

Old gods who have equal time for eternity, but who have been extravagant and have therefore lost their mercy on others.

The scars of battle, of a set of sister gods who challenged their old gods, and of one god of war who betrayed his brother god for his brave sister god.

The center of a group of ruins that weathers and doesn't even have the shadows to see.

In the middle of a place like a square set in a circular heart, a white fingertip illuminated by the moonlight gently glances through the surface of a collapsing wall.

Its walls, once coloured with extremely coloured pigments, were already reddish and dull, with a slight blurry stain on the collapsing surface, seeping through its remnants.

The fingertips are missing where they touched, becoming dry sand and disappearing into the darkness at night.

Rubbing the fingertips away from the wall together, I think of the slight feeling of debris left in the belly of my fingers.

Slowly, immerse yourself in deep emotions.

I could come here again.

How many months have passed since then?

How many years have I spent?

Once here, Konohana Sakya lost its flesh.

Heavenly Rei. I have lost its flesh here, glorified and praised as the supreme beauty, after a fierce battle with the old gods.

I thought it would never happen again.

I never thought I'd be here again.

I could come here again.

Everything's different now than it was then.

The old gods were banished to the other side of the world, and people were freed from their miserable bondage and repression.

Neither the sister God nor the god of war beside each other, who deposited their backs with each other, are on their own side any longer.

This mural, in which the people praised their beauty and painted it brightly, has also already collapsed and is about to be turned into rubble.

There's nothing left.

But then again, I came back here.

He said he could come back here. Yes, he sinks his thoughts into deep emotion.

Night breezes are brisk, blowing through.

Konohana Sakya smiles a thin smile at what still opens the undoing fingertips of the full sensation and is on the other side of the dull conveying sensation.

"Resist fortitude forever. … or does this mean holding a vessel?

Willingness as a goddess, the power of being.

The power of the will to even resist and continue to rebel against beings far more isolated than men.

At the same time that it had descended upon the flesh if it were meant to be, the spirit originating in that flesh was a hassle that would soon be crushed and scattered.

Ever, it has been.

Finding the owner of a vessel that is likely to withstand its own descent has tried to descend more than once before. I've been trying.

But each time, except just one, the will of his daughters, who anticipated the vessel, had vanished with the descent, and soon his flesh had been crushed and scattered.

There was just one person, no one except Alicia, who would continue to force that will so far.

That's why he's strong, and Konohana Sakya also feels it.

This flesh is not like before.

This girl said she was the vessel she had ever wanted.

A thousand years of encounters.

Since losing it in Alicia's time, I've found it a thousand and two hundred years ahead of my thirst, saying it's flesh as a compatible vessel for me.

Gather strength in your palms and create a light sphere that you try to squeeze up in front of your body. A light sphere that meets around and puts its thoughts into the joy it has acquired adds radiance.

While it was the same magic of the 'lights' used by the people, the magnitude of the power put in was fundamentally different.

A fiercely flashing light is born on hand, and the brilliance of just dazzling illuminates the ruins in the darkness at night with brilliance.

When a light sphere emerged as if it were a small sun, Konohana Sakya launched upright towards the luminous night sky of the moon.

The light plays and illuminates the world.

A world that was about to fall asleep quietly in the darkness at night, in an instant, was drawn back to the midday world.

Bringing the light all together, cherry blossom colored hair adds radiance.

"... colorful grasshoppers blossomed here, all of them spinning the glow of their lives."

Merciful of the past and narrowing his eyes as he seemed to love him, Konohanasakya called out behind him without looking back.

Behind Konohana Sakya, between crumbling ruins, blonde hair rich in brilliance, similar to sunlight, swings supple.

"Flowers only bear fruit when they wither and leave seeds behind. Scattering away is the essence of life. That's why spinning life is something that shines even brighter"

In response to Konohanasakya, speaking with a voice that could even be heard calmly, with his back turned, Kusuha Suseraghi exposed his figure to the light without fright.

Without feeling it, he turned his eyes straight forward, and Kusukha, who entered from among the ruins that were about to collapse, stopped there as far as the central part of the same square as Konohana Sakya.

The howl of a beast pounding heaven echoes.

The outline of a person flips and swells to bounce loudly.

For a moment, Kusukha's figure, shrunk as if he had sunk into the earth, shed a great shadow, forming the shape of a single beast.

Nine tails loosely spread behind, richly rippled with golden furrows of rainbow glow.

Thousand Years King Fox.

Returning to its original appearance, the emerald eyes capture Konohana Sakya in the front, and white supple limbs rush through the air.

Kusukha, who turned one of the nine tails into a wind spirit and the other into a thunderous spirit, wraps thunder around the spinning wind wall and jumps to Konohanasakuya.

One sharp arrow pierces the wall of the atmosphere.

Though a blow turned into a glimmer of golden thunder, it was inhibited by petals gathered like walls and crushed only to deliver severe shocks and explosions.

The unraveled wind and thunder tell the gap between the rising petals.

A distorted smile looked back from across the petal wall to Kusukha, who was bounced and swirled wide as he pulled the long nine tails.

Thunder strikes and flames crawl through the earth, coming from three directions with a series of ice columns to Conohana Sakya in a vortex of petals.

"... scratch your feet. Brilliant as life passes, accompanied by"

Red petals swirled heavily around Konohana Sakya, bouncing off the attack from Kusukha as it spread so that it could be played.

Largely risen petals gather again, drawing loose spirals, and avalanche down to the golden beast that sits low.

Kusuha avoided the petal vortex by turning her body into a wind spirit.

Once the vortex of avalanche fallen petals builds momentum, they persevere in pursuit of Kusuha, who gathers again and avoids alternating and repeated turns and materializations.

The golden light leaves a glimmer of trajectory, and the uzu red fangs bounce and gather, overlapping and swelling, while chasing.

An inevitable, chased and materialized swirl of petals tried to swallow Kusukha, where suddenly, it sprinkled like it had been bounced.

Strong junctions, multiplexed in lattices from scattered petal gaps, show their appearance.

Inside the junction, Le Goche, dressed to lean against the foot of Kusuha, the furrowing beast body, was rolling his whole body muscles in a lurch.

"Huh, ahhhhhhh!

When Le Goche changes his posing by raising blood vessels over his skin, he feels more in his whole body.

Together with the hanging of the muscular old elf, it spread so that the outside of the multiple-assembled junction could play, pushing away at once the petals that were surrounding him.

The vortex of petals is removed, and the blank ground through which the junction rushes thrives greatly there.

The heavily raised ground turns into a seemingly earthly shape, turning toward Konohana Sakya, waving his fist wide.

A massive mass of dirt and sand compressed and hardened fists became overwhelming masses and slapped.

The ground is shaken hard and the impact rushes through.

Ursu red petals splash violently and disperse.

"... I missed it!? Yabba!"

Attempting to move an even more gigantic earthpuppet, Beradone felt something dangerous from the feeling of connecting to the earthpuppet, forcing her to sever the magic thread that led to the earthpuppet.

A huge, barbed earth puppet cracks from the center, bouncing and flying with a scatter of uzu red petals.

The aftermath of transmitting the magic thread that was manipulating the earth puppet loses its place of destination in a blocked area and bursts.

Petals gather and form the shape of a person as the debris of a shattered and collapsing earth puppet piles up.

Cherry blossom hair fluttered and golden eyes gave a luscious smile.

"... heh. You almost shattered it with the dirt. Good luck."

The brave man and Sel Azam cut into konohanasakya with a thin laugh at the same time as they sewed the petal gap.

The cutting edge of the great sword looms, and the blade of shadow clamps in time.

But earlier than its cutting-edge arrived, a vortex of petals turned into countless merciless blades blocked the two of them and bounced back.

"... Gu, were you far in time"

With shallow wounds all over his body and less bloodshed, a brave man leaves his tongue pounding on the ground ahead of him being bounced off.

The warm and soft light enveloped the brave man and Sel 'azam's body.

It also blocks the wounds on the freshly carved body while it is seen, stopping the bleeding.

Behind the two, Mariel devotes all her energy to the magic of its built healing.

"I will try to heal you as many times as I want, unless you die. Please go with your thoughts."

"... there is. Grateful."

"No matter how much you wound, you'll never let it die in one thought!

"... how to say it"

"It's a thought to have a healer."

Konohana Sakya, whose petals gathered behind her motivated Mariel and remained smiling from inside, showed themselves.

Mariel tries to distance herself from the spot by being aggressive, but she is sealed in the escape by a vortex of raging, madly dancing petals.

"First, the first.... maybe?

A distorted smile deepened the color of further madness.

"Damn!?

Immediately Mariel develops the Sanctuary Boundary (Seal Sanctuary) around her.

Each and every one of the dancing Ursu red petals turned into a sharp blade to chop up the goal and hit Mariel.

The blade of the petal, which crushed the junction easily while making a tall noise, repeatedly peeled its fangs.

A pillar of petals was born there that twisted and gathered, whirled and rose, and burned up for a moment.

Countless petals to be burned and swallowed by the blue flames of the protector.

Before Mariel, who stood up, Lean Shade, who shook out a broken knife in the middle, showed up.

Blue flames overflowing from the knife capture the petals and burn them.

"Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!

A trembling laugh echoes in the joy of Konohana Sakya.

"Fine! That's great. All right, you guys. Full of the brilliance of life, that caged eye of unscathed will, that look! I can't wait to shine!

I tremble with joy, and my exhilarating glance distorts me to a crazy degree of sentiment.

The exhalation was also rough, and Konohanasakya, who punctuated his own excitement as if to be bored, pointed to the heavens and raised his right hand high.

Focusing on your fingertips, a flock of petals swirl around and gather.

"Then it can also be a sacrifice worthy of celebrating my return."

Low whispers leak with dropped voices.

The petals gathered at the tip of his finger joined together and turned into a simple and luxuriously decorated rod of Zhu Spear.

White fingertips touch the juicy spear.

Konohana Sakya can all carry Zhu's spear beside his body as the tip arcs and shows a flowing takeover.

"Give it to me. its life-scattering glow."

The cherry darkness cast a deep madness in its golden eyes. I was just smiling.