Umeibo no Byouin de Kanojo to Hanashita Ikutsu ka no koto

I slept in a sleeping bag that night.

I didn't feel like going into bed. I know if they're from the house. My daughter was three or four years older than Ethereal (yes) and I was in elementary school with her. I remember my father playing shore in a business group or something, and he was very fast in a sports event father-brother participation relay.

In the morning, when his eyes opened, Ethan asked him how his house was looking through the bedroom window. The militia didn't come anymore.

In the afternoon, I took my dog out of the house. I wanted to leave here somehow. Avoid the lake and head to the back of the valley because you have trouble encountering militias.

The houses built along the road are gradually becoming less expensive. The slopes of the valley are cemented with concrete so that the path is never filled by landslides, but trees stretch out their branches so that they can ride it, and cast shadows and leaves down the road.

As both sides of the road and the pavement were stained with red leaves, sharp nil (bu) pico (rinse) light pricked his eyes.

The red light on the entrance to the garrison is rotating. I glanced inside the building but no one. The back was a residence, and a family of police officers was supposed to live there.

Going further, I saw Ethereal Graduated Elementary School. It's a small school with about 40 students.

I tried to get past it and the dog went low. And the sky bowed down.

Sprinkle, see the way you came. There is no sign of the car. There was no abnormality in the back of the valley either.

The dog is stomping on his limbs and stripping his fangs. The eyes were directed towards the elementary school.

The pale went to the other side of the road with a low posture and hid himself in the shade of the tree. Look at the dog. The dog's nose sniffed someone from elementary school. Is it the militia again? But I can't see the car. I wonder why anyone comes into this evacuation zone. There's nothing more in this town.

He wondered if he was looking for it. It occurred to me that they took my smartphone.

Some thoughts are in this land. Something exists that tries to shower cold water into his chronic mind, which was caring about this town as its own world.

The dog barked inside the school gate. My voice is pointy. It's clear you're feeling some kind of threat.

The sky saw it. I didn't need a dog's nose.

Coming out of the lifting mouth, it stretched out the hips that were bending.

My back was enough to reach the upstairs window.

My nose was pointy. My fangs peek from my big ripped mouth. The cream-colored skin was covered with a smooth scaly skin. A pair of little eyes are directed at a freshly barking dog.

There was no creasing from big head to shoulder, and he had an arrow-like silhouette. Arms are similar to those of humans. Overall it looks like a lizard (anyway) but has no tail.

I'm wearing something like black armor. The sky felt like you were watching it.

I knew immediately why I thought so.

Two more from the lifting mouth. That showed up, one with several books in his hand. I gave the book to the other two. It glowed the armor. A number of red and blue lights floated on its chest and flashed.

The sky saw it. I saw it clearly. That night, I was watching the same thing.

The light that was floating on the metal that covered my father's and mother's bodies. The metal light on the pale arm - just like that one.

Are they gods or monsters from the mountains? I didn't know it in the sky, but it was clear that that had something to do with the disaster in this town. My father and my mother, the inhabitants of this city, became alike to them, and died.

The Ether held his chest. My breath hurts. I feel my temperature is rising.

That had all three of them blinking their chests, but when they noticed signs of the dog, they turned off the light.

A dog crosses the school yard towards it. From the way its back and tail were stretched, I could clearly see that I didn't want to get twitched.

I first came out of the school building. I took what looked like a stick that was hanging on my hips and pointed it at my dog.

The flash (shenzhen) ran. The pale closed his eyes to his sudden eyelids.

A tree trunk was touching my palm. It has a rough, realistic touch. He put his forehead (hissing) on it and exhaled deeply before opening his eyes.

Thin smoke stood up in the middle of the school yard. I don't see the dog. The wind blew and the smell of burning struck the pale nose.

of three. That gathered in the middle of the school yard. Give me your forehead. Aye, stare at the ground. My chest is glowing.

After doing so for a while, it left to the back of the valley.

The Ether could not move due to fear and anger.

I've never seen anything like it. Who the hell are you?

How can something strange happen to this town? Why do you keep seeing yourself like this?

He walked into the school yard waiting for the area to dim.

There is coal (soot) on the ground like after the fire.

The dog's body was erased, and only his limbs fell after two.

Speaking of which, I don't know the name of this dog. I wonder what to call this dog with only limbs (me). I wonder what to name that face, that voice, that trick that's only in my memory.

He ate up his teeth. I think it's because I think of the dog in my lifetime - forget about that. Look at what's right here.

There were ravens gathering in the trees that took the ground. He raises his deaf voice and tries to chase people out of the way.

He held the dog limbs tied together. There was sticky black blood flowing from the cross section.

Walking up in his hand, the blood fell to the ground a little bit.

I was about to cry.

As he walked towards the lake, he remembered what he had sworn in the river.

I don't cry anymore. I don't have time to cry.

I want to shape this chest thought quickly.

Kill them. Those lizards.

They're the culprits of the disease - red and blue light, black metal. No doubt about it.

Make it pay. I'll pull that metal off and rip your belly off. Clean this land with their blood.

Her lower lip was cut and bleeding. He licked it. Often it seemed like the iron smell of my sardines was now congratulating me on my resolve.

After burying the dog's limbs in the garden of Wada's house, Ethereum was on the bank of the river.

Water flows through the bottom of the darkness. He glanced at the bottom of it.

There are weapons to kill those lizards.

I have a knife and knife. But then there is no reach.

I didn't think it would fit well into that monster's nose (two places) close to 3m tall.

Then why don't you put a pattern on it and make it a spear? If that's the case, even from afar...

The phrase "spear" brought back his memory.

That night, when I aimed, my hands were covered in metal. It was like a spear. The tip was sharp and when it touched the back of the chair it was easily cleaved.

I can kill them if that's the case. But how can I get it out?

He stuck his right arm out. I stare at the fist I gripped, and I think, get out.

But nothing changes.

What is the difference between then and then? He thought - there was a fever then. My head hurt. I was sick.

Can it be reproduced?

He thought about that night.

My mother was out of breath with her eyes open. Father who was so obsessed with that person that I didn't know. The school yard, which had become a temporary ambulance. Gymnasium where the bodies were lined up. Eyes that show nothing. A mouth that doesn't say anything. Non-moving feet. Tears I shed on my way home. Despair. Anger.

His body was hot. The inside is burning.

A tremor ran.

There was a feeling of pulling on the inside of the elbow.

I can do one thing like black (mollusc) on soft skin.

Many of them bumped and floated like urticaria.

Eventually, each one swelled and fused with quite a few things to make it even bigger.

My elbows are completely covered. Reach the wrist. My hands hide.

It stretches ahead. Sharp and pointy. He wants it.

More ahead, I hope - enough to reach their lives.

I pray sharper - to tear their skin apart.

The extension stops. It is gradually thinner from the elbow and stunningly strained to the tip. It's as if you coagulated his will.

Glow red and blue. It seems as if he is responding to his breath.

He slashed the void. I don't feel the weight at all.

Slash the river surface. A thin splash reaches the other shore.

Slowly stab a concrete block on the shore. When I applied my strength, I even entered my elbow. The spear does not have one flaw when pulled off.

I closed my eyes and thought to disappear.

An impact ran on his right arm. I hear more and more ringing in my belly. The wind hits my chest. I can stomp on you about to get blown away in the rear. My body is pushed by a blast. Something like pointy grains of sand stabs me in the face.

The spear has no trace. In response to the thought of disappearing, play.

When I opened my eyes, my usual right arm was there.

He couldn't stop laughing.

I can do it now. I can kill them.

That was a long time ago. It's like a child waiting for Santa Claus to come.

He realized that this was his real dream.

I want to test this power quickly. I want to kill them quickly. I can't stay or stand.

I don't care what happens to me after that. It doesn't matter what you lose.

This is the dream. Your whole body is full of strength. The dream gave it to me.

He crouched and washed his face with water from the river. If I don't cool this heat, I'm going to be able to handle my head. My skin is drawn to the cold. Still, he couldn't help but laugh.