The wound was bleeding.

It hurts, but can endure it.

The quilt fell to the ground.

The feet followed, followed by the book.

The foot gently touched the threshold.

But turned around and stood on tiptoe.

The hand brushes off the puppet and disappears into the darkness of the night.

The hand and the broom snuggled together, left the ground, and turned into a shooting star again.

The night merges with the hand, faintly invisible.

The air streaked through the silent darkness, and the toes landed first.

The hand left the broom, and the bandage was wrapped around the waist.

The door opened behind the stone statue on the ground, and he threw himself into it.

Empty environment and dancing goblins, bullets flying.

Bullets whizzed across the body and the hat, and the hand pressed against the hat.

His lips opened, his magic was activated, and his own fire instantly exploded the elves.

Familiar figures emerged, and two dancing crazy dolls followed their wishes and appeared on both sides.

Wielding a sasa and a lotus, the dance is unstable, but the user demands to follow the rules.

The beating of the heart is getting louder and stronger, as if the time for a challenge has arrived.

Break the rules and madness, and find yourself in the gap between life and spirit.

Don't hesitate to shoot.

Bullets, energy, and spell cards flew out in an instant, carrying thoughts, practices, and grievances.

Overwhelming.

The crazy puppet underestimated the determination and was suppressed.

was suppressed.

Be touched.

Defeated.

It is crossed.

Testify of determination.

The hand and the broom were once again one, flying and searching, eyes patrolling the surroundings.

The brain remembers the location, and opens its lips to ask aloud.

There is not only one voice, but also a second voice reply.

Remembering the voice of the lips, and the lips of the user.

Not a failure, but, to be defeated?

The blood is boiling, but still ask.

Victory?

Mysteriously jumped out, his body fit the door.

Laughing openly, Noh and the madness of the cow festival.

Fail!

How can I calm my mind?

The new magic is a different self and a different gap.

The back became one with the gap of the season, and a discontented lament welled up.

Arms raised, fingers to foreheads.

The heart full of vigor is alive again.

The mystery is facing the fingers, radiating its own power.

Overfilled. Cover. Disappear. Appear.

At this moment, it is the ultimate secret god, the ultimate mystery.

Familiar, but the hand is pressed on the hat, this is the heyday, this is the full force.

In an instant, the sky was overwhelmed.

In the mountains and seas, there is an immortal body in the mystery.

All the energy could not come into contact with anything in the body, but kept passing by.

In addition to the head-on, there is also a counterattack, and

Bombarded Morning Star.

Burning, exploding, colliding.

The exchange of eyes is a signal of the heart.

Victory and fearlessness are the formula of the brain.

Stand on tiptoe, land on the ground, and breathe through your nose.

Hands and bullets, and then gaps.

The power of the passing, the confrontation.

Mysteriously used his powers against the confrontation.

Indescribable joy, the body trembled.

Is it scared?

It's courage!

Faced again, failed again.

The body is in contact with the ground, and the bandage and waist are separated.

The hat is separated from the head, and there are more scratches on the hands.

The heart of hard work greets the mysterious eyes of satisfaction.

Grinning, laughing, and striking again!

But the eyes were foggy and dark, and the body no longer touched the virtual and real ground.

Fail?

Fail.

Hold your hands and stand up straight.

The combination of dirt and clothes, the disgusting earthy smell.

Feet off the ground and hands close the broom.

Peace of mind.

Flew to the morning sun and snuggled up to the swallows.

Remove the veil and descend to the mortal dust.

Hand stroking tanuki idol.

The feet and body cooperate, and they remember the place they walked in.

Come to a table where your eyes are always looking and your hands are in touch.

The brain lies down tiredly, and a bouquet of flowers blooms next to it.

Under the sun.

The golden golden-threaded butterfly has open petals, in the place she loves.