Flame.

Blue flames.

Slowly, beating.

With the ethereal spirit of the blue sea, and the clarity.

Like a pair of eyes, they slowly opened and looked at everyone.

Look at those pairs of longing, longing eyes.

In the eyes of longing, there is a longing gaze, and that, a longing face.

Light and shadow quickly overlapped, outlining a half-covered face.

At that moment, Kazama realized that everyone around him was wearing a wide cloak just like himself.

Hide your face in your hood.

The only thing that is different may be the burning eyes.

Even, shrouded in the shadow of the hood, even though it only slightly revealed a vague outline.

But those eyes, which burned like flames, had already pierced through the darkness and pierced straight into the air.

Thorn in, the blue flames.

Then, as if in response to them, the faint blue flames suddenly swelled.

No, it's in full bloom.

It's like a brilliant flower bud that finally blooms quietly after absorbing enough enthusiasm and expectation.

One flower, one after another.

The blue flame, which was originally just a little bit, suddenly bloomed.

Each petal turns into a new flame.

Then, the new flame couldn't wait to bloom again, turning into more blue flames and spreading out.

Layer upon layer, like a spring breeze, pear blossoms full of trees.

Suddenly, a strange chant sounded, like a divine comedy from heaven, and like a hymn to the gods.

Ethereal, elegant, but transparent, Sanskrit-like long.

Gently, around, like a cloud, around the eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the spacious hall was filled with mist.

In the mist, there were three vague figures, slowly stepping out.

It was as if it was standing in the air, stuck in mid-air.

"O merciful Almighty God, our only Allah, forgive your foolish people and atone for their sins."

Three, old and suppressed voices, sounded in unison, with a hint of almost weird mystery.

As if chanting, as if praying.

In the raised hands, a faint flame rises, and a vague and illusory cheek is reflected on it.

"They were born of chaos but died of light, their bodies are imprisoned in the mortal world, but their souls are forever yearning for your light."

"Always yearning for your bright ......"

sound, exploded in an instant.

The sudden chorus made Kazama Shoha startled, and he subconsciously took a step back, but he stepped on a pair of insteps.

"Excuse me!"

Quickly turned his head, and when he saw it, it was a blank face.

Only a pair of burning eyes, still staring at the blue flames in the air.

Between the lips and teeth, it was the chanting that still continued.

"The light has come, and the night will pass. When the Son comes, the shackles will be opened, free, and soar. The tyrannical ruler will fall from the throne in the end, and the new king, under the protection of God, will lead the light. ”

The sound suddenly went up, and in an instant, it exploded.

Arms raised, all the people, began to sing like a carnival.

"Freedom! Freely! Thank God Almighty that we are set free! ”

At that moment, Kazama saw that in the light of the extinguished fire, it was finally revealed from the hood that had fallen one by one, a pair of fluffy ...... Ear......

It turned out to be ...... Orcs?!

Quickly, look left and right.

In the blurred light and shadow, there are those same thin faces.

The same suffering, the same sluggishness, the same fanaticism, and that, the same, the flames.

The blue flame suddenly slipped from the sky.

It's like a gorgeous Kong Ming lantern, which finally fell from the sky slowly after the oil ran out of oil and the lamp dried up.

A little, a little, falls in front of everyone's eyes.

Then, slowly, rippling.

It's like an ethereal wave of water, rippling and rippling.

Kazama raised his feathers, stared straight at it, stared.

The curious eyes finally turned into a dull gaze.

In the sluggishness, it is the one that finally spreads, ripples.

One circle, one circle, the whole world.

Eventually, it finally faded into obscurity.

In the blur, it was the noisy doorbell.

"Ding-dong-ding-"

"Hmm-who......"

Kazama rubbed his eyes in a daze, his head wandering around with the dream he had woken up with.

Fumbling to find the phone and pressing the home button, I glanced at the dazzling screen, June 23, 2017 at 5:30.

Not...... It seems that it is still early......

Keep sleeping......

The picture flashed by, like an electric current, rushing through Kazama's mind.

Wrong!

Suddenly, sit up from the bed.

Kazama's eyes widened in horror.

Staring at that, all too familiar, the room.

Here it is...... Here it is?!

A great sense of dread struck quickly.

"Tuk Tuk!"

This time it was a knock on the door.

Kazama raised his feathers and turned his head sharply to look at the door.

Right! Right! It's the little boy, the one who rang the doorbell, it must be the little boy with the triangular tail!

On his pale face, a hint of ecstasy suddenly rose.

Then, solidify.

"Squeak-"

The door was opened.

A familiar face popped in.

"Yu, are you up? Today I said that I would wake you up early, breakfast is ready, hurry down and eat. ”

The soft words, the gentle corners of the lips, the crooked eyes, and the corners of the eyes, looming, crow's feet.

Everything is very familiar, everything is normal, but ...... But what exactly is this ......?

Could it be that all that, everything that was still being experienced, is all illusory, all fake?

"Also, it seems that a classmate has come to see you, it's a girl~ Why didn't you talk to your mother in advance?"

He frowned slightly, then covered his mouth and chuckled, and his familiar face quickly flashed behind the door.

Kazama raised his feathers, but he was ignorant for a while.

"...... female classmates?"

How can there be a female classmate who goes to someone else's house at half past five......

However, there were, those two, smiling faces.

"Lord Guardian!"

Emerald green and moon white, two figures, quickly pounced.

A handful of Kazama Hiroha was pressed down on the bed.

"Qianqian?! Nana?! You guys, why are you here?! ”

The originally pale cheeks quickly smiled.

"We've always been here, huh? Don't the Guardians remember us? Or is it ...... Don't want us anymore......? ”

Slightly stunned, two flower-like smiles suddenly drooped down.

Kazama opened his mouth, just about to speak.

In front of him, the figure flashed, and the two figures quickly squeezed Qianqian and Nana away.

"Of course I don't want you, with us here, how can I still remember you?"

"Kites?! Shen Le?! ”

"Hmm...... Obviously we came first......"

The quilt suddenly bulged.

Drilled out, two sleepy heads.

"Shinobi?! Lily?! ”

"Humph! So you're such a person! I really misjudged you in the first place! ”

The blade and the spear were straight against Kazama's neck and head, and when he looked up, there were two thin and angry faces.

It turned out to be Erer and Xin!

However, before Kazama came back to his senses, there was a sudden choking at the door.

"You! You're ......"

In the eye, it is a face with pear blossoms and rain.

In the eyes of different colors, disappointment, sadness, anger, and blame...... Like a tide, it was used to raise its feathers towards the wind and then, in an instant, drowned him.

The head, with a "boom", exploded.

The noisy sound, accompanied by the thousands of thoughts, poured in in an instant.

This...... What the hell is going on?

Be...... Dream? Still is...... Reality? Or is it just ......

"Boom...... ......"

A piercing laugh suddenly sounded.

Kazama raised his feathers and raised his head sharply.

Then, I saw.

I saw that, monkey-like head.

With a huge shadow, it looms.

"Boy, boy, the old man has finally come back for revenge!"