Quiescence.

Deathly, silent.

It was as if the air suddenly froze.

In the solidification, only the blazing firelight is still open.

Unscrupulously, scurrying towards the white strap.

"Ahh

With a shout like killing a pig, Kazama jumped to his feet, as if the flames were burning on him.

Strange expressions, even in the face of death, there is no panic, regret, and embarrassment.

It's like a college dog who has played a game all night, and when he opens the final exam paper, he finds that all the questions on it are from the mock paper that he didn't memorize the answers!

There was a momentary loss of mind, and then, suddenly, there was a dim, firelight.

The fireball in his left hand dissipated with a "bang".

Kazama raised his feathers and pounced on it.

Yes, pounced.

Put your hands together.

Slap like a madman.

It seems to be trying in vain to use the palm of his hand to isolate the overly intense oxidation reaction.

But, failed.

It's like a result that you don't have to predict.

However, the collapse of the vanguard forces represents the withdrawal of the main forces?

No, at this time, it is really necessary to charge hard when the enemy's momentum is exhausted.

Kazama was slightly stunned, as if he had finally remembered something.

Pointing to the flag, there are millions of soldiers.

With a "bang-la-la-la" battle cry.

That's as a new force and the main force, the water snake.

Like a rainstorm, water snakes.

The curtain of water at the entrance of the cave seemed to be torn by a pair of invisible hands, and it shot swiftly.

Like an Arctic wolf that has been hungry for a week, it pounces fiercely on the lamb called "Flame".

Then, devour.

Fire, light, and ...... Kazama's feathers, consciousness.

"Boom!"

A huge roar, suddenly sounded, in Kazama's mind.

It was as if something had exploded in an instant.

Consciousness, suddenly chaotic.

Only that wonderful touch, as the only nerve impulse, spreads in an instant.

More and more clearly, the transmission came.

Soft, slippery, accompanied, ineffable absolute impact.

It's like, it's like ......

Kazama raised his feathers, and suddenly he felt, felt, something, surging out of his nose.

So passionate, so passionate.

Even if the hardships and hardships of the world are piled up in front of it, forming the immortal chalk wall, it can no longer stop its soaring figure.

Even if you can't see it, even if you don't have time to touch it, that hot current is like a messenger of God, announcing to the whole world that the gate of heaven is open!

That is, the ultimate dream of every teenager's debauchery youth.

That is, the antidote that saves every tired uncle from a midlife crisis.

That is, the root of all evil, and the starting point of all good.

That is, the attachment of all life......

with, sink.

Yes, at that moment, Kazama Hiroki sank.

In the midst of such darkness.

The fingertips gently touched, the bandages that had broken from the burning, and the forbidden things that should not have been touched.

The time of judgment has come, and this is the time of fate!

If fate will eventually lead to sin, then let the judgment begin!

Yes, let it go......

Yes, hold it tightly......

Crazy, excited, struggling, embarrassed...... Finally, a deep sigh.

Can you call yourself a gentleman?

Or is it more appropriate to note the orphans?

It doesn't matter, right...... Let go of the dream that was already clenched or something, and sure enough, it was too cruel!

But, sure enough, you still can't do it......

After all, this is the only difference between man and beast......

Be affectionate, and stop polite, nothing more than that.

But, but why, there is no strength.

Even control has been lost.

It's like, being ...... by something Possession is generally ......

No, it's ...... Enchanted?

From those pairs, crimson, eyes.

At that moment, Kazama's consciousness suddenly became chaotic.

Unlike the chaos of drowning in pleasure and excitement just now, it is a feeling, as if it has been lost.

Yes, lost, true and self.

Fall into prey, become slaves.

It's like ...... A nightmare?

No, it's a dream.

Dream of Destruction......

Lost Dreams......

In the dream, only the red eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

It was so bright that it seemed to drip blood.

And so, the blood came.

If juicy, fresh and tempting.

From the lips of the feathers in the wind.

Gurgling out.

All the time, pouring into it, sucking softly, flaming red lips......

——————

When the morning of the valley falls.

When the first rays of sunlight squeezed in through the curtain-like waterfall.

Kazama raised his feathers, and slowly, opened his eyes.

With it, a mouth full of haras.

Consciousness is still flowing in that gorgeous dream.

It was an unexpectedly wonderful dream that satisfied the thoughts of all adolescent teenagers.

And with that subtle touch.

It's like ...... Now in hand, like this?!

"Goo~"

"Goo~"

Fingers, slightly, moved.

Accompanied, peculiar sound effects.

And, exaggerated, expressions.

The silver eyes widened for a moment.

It's like an overexposed shot.

In the lens, there is only a dazzling snow white, as far as the eye can see.

Vaguely, it was the mighty, migrating, butterfly shadow.

Obviously, it is as holy as a snow-capped mountain, but why, with the heat of a volcano.

Let Kazama's body be burned in an instant.

Together, the whole soul.

"Ah——!h

Withdraw your hand like an electric shock.

Jumped like a tail when he was stepped on.

In the end, it's like an escape, a sprint.

"Puff~"

There was a soft thud.

The water is splashing.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, rushed into the waterfall.

Reckless, relaxed, relieved, somewhat unexpectedly relaxed.

However, ease always comes at a cost.

And his price, is just a question.

One, serious problem.

The so-called "flying stream down 3,000 feet", in the end, how high is it?

Perhaps, this answer will only be known when the boy crawls out of the fine sand at the bottom of the pond with his dying breath......

But none of this matters anymore.

Importantly, he survived, after massive blood loss.

The crimson blood quickly diffused, like an excessively bright ribbon, slowly rippling in the water.

All the time, rippling, along the stream, drifting into the distance.

Drift to, in the distance, finally awake, dream.

Shaking his head violently, Kazama raised his feathers, trying to banish the dream-like scene from his mind.

However, the elegant fragrance and the soft touch were like a nightmare, lingering and entangled, making him unable to break free.

The only thing to be thankful for, perhaps, was that the stream-like flow of blood had finally stopped.

Well...... After all, he is also a man who has experienced strong winds and waves, how can this little stimulation be easy to ...... Pour...... Under......

Thinking like this, Kazama suddenly stumbled under his feet and fell back into the pool.

The rumbling sound of the waterfall is still ringing in your ears.

So passionate, so intense, so invigorating.

Like the tip of the nose, the smell of blood began to spread again......

Seemingly...... I think I can save the time I have to take a shower......

——————

"Wow!"

There was a huge sound of breaking water, and a water snake suddenly rose from the calm surface of the pool.

In the sunlight, it shimmers like a diamond.

In the brightness, there is a silver-white figure.

The long wet hair, the wet eyes, and the cheeks that seemed to be a little pale due to excessive blood loss were quite a bit of a jade tree in the wind.

Saving time to take a bath, Kazama won the battle after a fierce battle with the natives of the valley.

Then, triumphantly returned.

There are no BMW fragrant cars, no fresh clothes and angry horses, there are just huge water snakes condensed by blue water under the feet, and there are ...... Happy to the point of almost a little nervous, exaggerated expression.

The reason for opening my heart, in addition to looting a large pile of loot, is more because I didn't encounter those evil shadows last night.

I guess it's because of the habit of rising at night...... It's like, a vampire.

Suddenly, a red eye flashed in his mind.

It was the only shadow that could not be dissipated in the dream.

Is it a dream? Or is it reality?

Sometimes, Kazama is really indistinguishable.

After all, it's just as real, it's just as unforgettable.

The so-called life is like a dream, that's what it says.

Shaking his head slowly, Kazama Yang Yu concentrated slightly, and the power of his mind gushed out wildly.

The huge water snake that was constantly climbing suddenly froze, and then it slammed towards the waterfall.

"Poof" and drill into it.

Turned into a faint snake shadow.

——————

"Wow!"

The water curtain was lifted lightly, and a figure quickly drilled in.

Then, like a puppy, he shook his hair fiercely.

Crystal droplets, shimmering slightly, splashed and scattered.

It has been splashed on, on the skin that bullies the frost and snow.

Kazama raised his head and froze slightly.

Dissipated memories come flooding back in an instant.

The figure, before it froze, lightning swept out.

Together, the silver robe that flew up.

The breeze is noisy, the beauty is tired, and the ice muscles are covered with silver robes.

Swift movements, like flowing water, in one go.

As if he was finally relieved, he let out a long sigh of relief, and Kazama raised his right hand lightly, and a large pile of things instantly filled half of the hole.

From the hay used to make the bed, to the fur of the beast, to the wood used to make a fire for heating, to the fresh vegetables that barely feed the stomach, to the jade-like fangs, the large, hard backbone, and the black-looking but crystal-clear stones...... All sorts of things, and so on.

Quickly retracting the space bubbles from the things that were not needed for a while, Kazama quickly made a simple bed out of hay and fur, and while chanting softly, a bonfire "poofed" and jumped up, reflecting the originally slightly dark and damp cave into a warm atmosphere.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Kazama quickly walked up to the woman, carefully wrapped her in a silver robe, and, like that, gently, hugged her.

The delicate body that is as soft as a bone is still, so lightweight, just like the aqua green girl.

It's just that I don't know if she's okay now that she's back in the Land of Light.

Slightly distracted, he put the woman in his arms on the soft fur, Kazama shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously evoked a wry smile.

The silver eyes were distracted, but they happened to look at the pretty face that was sleeping.

The crystal cheeks, as if unexpectedly and quickly, regained a lot of blood, more than ten times stronger than Kazama Yangha, a guy who seemed to have been squeezed dry overnight.

Could it be that this is also because of the strange butterfly-scale snake on her body? Or is it ......

Suddenly, the coolness came slowly from my ears.

With that, if there is no wind.

Looking back, it was that, as if sighing, carnival.

In the darkness in the distance, quietly bloom.

There, the unnamed strange flowers are still swaggering, as if to say, come here, come here......

It's like a demon, and it's like, an angel.

Gently, summoning Kazama Rising Feather, beckoning him, slowly getting up.

Then, finally, step by step, I walked towards the darkness, as deep as a yellow spring......