Chapter 55: 55 54 Night Visitors

Fifty-four

When Mira leaves the tent, a busy voice enters its ear first.

I ran out of vegetables.

"Whoa, keep it in this vessel."

"Teppanyaki, I've washed it."

"The frame is coming up soon, just give me a minute"

There are four people you can see. Red and White and Mira don't know each other. There, barbecue preparations had begun around Red. A little confused by how Mira is not busy, one of them finds and runs over Mira coming out of the tent.

"You're Mira. I'm green. By the way, this is already the time, and it's okay to rest here, right?

The person who named her Green was a chestnut-haired semi-long woman with all the way to her shoulders. The smile directed at Mira is bright and its toned voice gives the impression of being active. It was woven with a camouflage coat that partially reinforced the essentials, with more than dozens of murder weapons slightly hidden in its coat.

"Hmm, right. I'd appreciate it if you let me."

Fly right out of the Tendemon Labyrinth and you'll have made it to Hunters Village late at night. But I'm sure the date will change even now. Mira nods at Green's words, thinking a little bit, and wishes so.

"Of course it's a good decision!

"But the beds are for only a few people. What are you gonna do?

Turning to a slightly prolonged voice, there stood a woman with a knife in her hand, another stranger's face. In the opposite hand are gripped vegetables carved into distortions that would be on the way to being cut. A vegetable that resembles a pumpkin, anyway.

The woman is a little taller than Mira, but she has a solid physique overall. From her bossy red and black hair, her thick brows, Mira quickly found out she was a Dwarf tribe.

"Uh, it's Mira. White told me. I am..."

"Don't wait. Let me guess!

When she controls the words of the Dwarf woman along the way, Mira rebuts the names of her previous members.

(These people seem to call each other by color. I said multicolors. And blue, white, red, green, captain's silver. Gold or silver is a classic candlestick at the top of these things. when……)

Mira thinks, what color is the classic that isn't in this? And there are a few candidates.

(Black... This is not a woman's color. When it comes to pink... uhm, rude is not enough color to say pink. And this, relaxing atmosphere, because……)

Complete arbitrariness and prejudice. And to unsolicited assumptions, answers are derived from wrong perceptions.

"Lord, let's be yellow!

"Purple."

Mira declares full of uncertain confidence as to where she came from. But the answer I returned was a color that didn't even exist in a corner of my head.

"... it's against the rules."

Mira, smashing something into dust, circled herself into shame under the light of a lamp that illuminated the darkness of the night.

"... What the hell is wrong with Mira?

Blue coming out of the tent. To Mira, who was shrinking in the shadow of a busy preparation, he pulls himself for a moment and then asks White.

"Tell me, after all, you weren't here, but the detective who declared that the killer was in this?

"What is that..."

Blue with a face to the response that gets no guidelines at all, but in that corner Mira is freaking her back out.

"I mean, you just didn't have to be ashamed of yourself."

Remembering Mira's face, who was confident, White laughs with her hands on her mouth, telling her fine blue what caused it.

"That's again... embarrassing. I thought it was yellow."

"I wonder why."

Mira had been stabbed to a halt by only a conversation between Blue and White, which she had no particular interest in.

Silver comes out of the tent invited by a fun voice. Mira's story will be instantly in her ear. Something about the medal, the expression was complicated, but when I saw the appearance of a rounded Mira, the details made me laugh.

"Look, lady. It's not something that stinks at dinner. To that extent, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Blue's martial arts tradition is a few times better, but he'll be alive and thick. Look at that grandeur."

Silver walks over to Mira, who was round in the corner, and speaks in a voice he can't hear anywhere else. Mira looks up at the word and sees who Silver pointed out with his gaze. There was a blue figure mixed in with the preparation of the barbecue with a relaxed look.

"Look, lady. Oh, look, the blue guy..."

Blue past spoken of from silver. Mira, hearing it, was standing up with a sunny look somewhere.

"So much embarrassment and so much weakness in what I did."

"That's right. You don't have to embarrass the members of our team to that extent."

Next to silver with a good smile, Mira poured a warm glance into the blue.

"Captain and Mira. We're about to start, so come here."

"Oh, here we go."

Red, who is ready for the barbecue, speaks to the two of them behind the tent. Silver raised one arm and returned the acknowledgement, and Mira nodded small as well.

Blue offers the cup to the two people who join the group.

"Let's all toast first. The captain is the usual place. Mira is next to Green."

When Mira receives the cup, she is led straight to the gathering side of the women "over here" with her shoulders held by Green.

The set of barbecues assembled around the (10) is lined with wood dishes with ingredients, mainly large circular iron plates. It is in a standing format, and when the silver was in place, Red began to take the audio head.

"The best turning point came today: capturing one of the chimeras. It is only with the help of Blue and White and, above all, Mira, that this meritorious man can do this. So this time, I was allowed to set up this seat. They're releasing my meat. Eat it thoroughly. Cheers!"

Cheers!

A chorusy voice echoes in the night heavens, each raising the cup in his hand high and pounding. Shizukuishi, who has lost zero momentum, dances violently on the iron plate, uplifting that moment. Following that, the ingredients began to burn one after the other, and the area was wrapped in fragrant smells and noisy noises.

When the barbecue had been cleared after the hustle and bustle, and that night was dissolved, the members returned to their respective tents.

The tent was divided between male and female. Overeating Mira is a fluffy step and is naturally guided to women's use by White.

"No...?

Out in the woods without light. When the sound of swaying the grass from there was small, there was a slight peek into the eyes of someone lurking to peek at this one.

"You're small. There doesn't seem to be any particular problem."

"Um, I guess so"

The two are reflexively biosensory, capturing some of them. He then decided from a small reaction that he was a small animal living in the woods and tried to enter the tent. But at the next moment, a sole jumps out of the woods and heads straight for Mira.

"This one...!

Sole rubbed against Mira's leg with extreme agility to capture her if she was in an escape position. The identity is a blue-haired raven, a symbol of good fortune pure rabbit.

Mira reached out and hugged Mira as she bent over to the figure of the green rabbit, who howled and held her cuddly.

"Is that, Pure Rabbit? I've never seen it before. I heard you were alert, but that's rare. I wonder if you're used to people."

White peeks over Mira's shoulder as she says so. But when the blue rabbit, who saw White, twisted herself like frightened and out of sight, she dived deep into Mira's chest. At the same time White dropped his shoulder and was convinced that he was not used to it.

Originally, Pure Rabbit never shows itself in public. But the green rabbit now held in Mira's arms had left herself at ease, and when the cucumber rang it was sweet on Mira.

"Hello lord... have you come this far?

There is only one in my memory, such as Pure Rabbit, which I am familiar with. Only that pure rabbit, indulged in at the entrance to the Tendemon Labyrinth. With that in mind, Mira summons Kett-Sea immediately.

When countless kittens pop out of a small magic formation and perform a line dance, they leave the kettle sea in the middle and disappear with the paper blizzard. And Kett-See looks up at Mira with a gaze of anticipation, staying in the finish pose.

"Hmm, sort of. Eight points."

"I've got a high score!

Kittens dressed in magician-style costumes proudly list a placard that says [I'm impressed!]. Then, behind Mira, his voice rose.

"What a cutie..."

White stuffed with her eyes gleaming at the kitten that suddenly appeared. Ket Shee is slightly surprised, but when he places his elbow on the placard he puts up, he "has eyes to see" and gets on with it. The placard is decorated with the letter [Everybody's Idol] and shines.

"Quickly, then, Team One. Can you get an interpreter for this guy?"

Mira points the pure rabbit in her hand at Kett-Sea when she says so.

"It's cheap."

Kett-See slapping her chest in the answer. "Well, do me a favor," he stroked his head and asked Pure Rabbit, pinching Ket Sea, why he was here.

When he exchanges some words, Mira gently strokes the head of the blue raspberry, like a troubled, but delightfully.

Pure Rabbit was still coming this far after Mira. And he said he showed up where there were fewer people. There is only one reason for this. It was that I wanted to be beside Mira. Mira is violently stuffy in her mind, while at the same time making realistic thoughts circle. We are on a mission to fly around to people, so sometimes we can get into dangerous places. We need to get him to a place like that.

"I'm glad you admire me, but sometimes I go to dangerous places... and in some cases I can protect you. So..."

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Kett-See conveys Mira's words to Pure Rabbit. Expected eyes then gradually lean down and raise their voices to cry. Then he folds his ears, and when the atmosphere he seemed happy with earlier is gone, Pure Rabbit just circles his body in loneliness.

Mira was bitterly bitter. You may go to a place where you cannot be alarmed by your own power. Whether or not you even care about pure rabbit at that time. Mira felt more distressed than she was now when she admired herself and let her die as a result.

"Wouldn't it be better if I left it with someone then? I have someone I know who keeps Piña. Oh, Piña is my cat. Because she's cuter than the cat there."

"Nah."

White speaking in a sweet voice as if to tell a cursory story. Suddenly compared and dropped, Kett-See removes the placard and says, "Not really."

But Mira finally realized the words. If nothing means we're together all year round, he says we have a few hands. The situation of being able to have a conversation thanks to Kett-Sea had unconsciously hidden the idea of that. Originally, living with small animals meant that the relationship between the owner and the pet would be common.

In retrospect, Mira tells Kett-See the terms and tells Pure Rabbit. The contents of this do not always stay together, but you can live in your own home. There's another one there, so listen to what you have to say and be a good girl. Then I can see you at any time when I leave. The last one is what Mira wants. I'd like to stay with Mira if I could, but I don't want to put you in danger, so just wait at home. That's what I mean.

When Kett-Sea conveyed the word, Pure Rabbit raised his face and jumped into Mira's chest. And squeal out the cum and sweeten it to the first cup of eyes.

"I'm saying that's good. Anything you want to say, thank you."

"That's good, that's good"

Next to Kett-Sea telling Pure Rabbit's reply, White snorted in tears for some reason.

Mira walks into the tent with White, holding Pure Rabbit, who became Mira's pet in the sun, when she labored to repatriate Kett-See. Green, who was ready to go to bed, rushes to Mira without a sound when he sees the blue raven, and breaks his face into its blue mandarin. The Pure Rabbit, held by Mira and completely under her shelter, was slightly frightened and never escaped, and was fully adored by Green and White.

Purple, by the way, is falling asleep before Mira and the others arrive. He was out on assignment earlier today than anyone else, so the limit came along the way to the barbecue. Now, he was resting comfortably.

"I wish I could lend you a corner. I have superior fur, so that's not enough."

Each multicoloured squad moving in platoons has minimal luggage so as to have a good turnaround. Therefore, there is no way that sleeping beds for guests are available. So what happens to Mira is she interrupts someone's bed.

White and Green greet Mira with a welcoming attitude. Mira, by contrast, was resisting the fluffy fur in the corner of the tent with her hands, which she had brought out for an empty journey. Sleeping beds are not like beds, but large sleeping bags that are simple and take comfort into account. The two adults seem cramped, but Mira's body would have enough looseness to be fine.

"It's getting cold in the middle of the night."

"That's right. Besides, if I slept in that place, I'd get physical pain. Let's sleep with me. [M] You look peppery, but you're comfortable sleeping."

White and Green, so inviting, but Mira shook her head hard. To sleep with a woman was because she still had some backward emotions.

Eventually, the white and green broke and Mira's claim came to pass.

Take off your coat, Mira, wrapped in fur and lying down. I can't say I feel comfortable sleeping, but I can't sleep, and when I meditate on my eyes, I get a good amount of drowsiness. Pure rabbit gets round, too, so as to lean against such a mira.

Eventually, as Mira began to take a small nap, White and Green gently carried her to the bunk to keep her awake. The pure rabbit notices it, looking up at the mira to be transported, leaning and chasing. And when Mira was lowered to White's bunk, she immediately secured its neighbor and got round.

"... I've been taken..."

Blue ravioli formed in the middle of the sleeping bed, next to Mira, who lowered it on the edge. As a result, White slept in the position of cuddling with Green.

When the night dawns and Mira naturally wakes up, she looks around in a sleepy mood.

"Uh... Oh, yeah..."

When I whined, remembering that I had been in trouble overnight on the tent of the Fifty Bells League, I leaned my neck towards the place where I slept.

It should have been wrapped in fur in the corner of the tent, because at some point it was on a bunk with a soft mat on it. And there's also the appearance of a pure rabbit that seems comfortable. But White, Green, and Purple were no longer in the tent, and they heard whispers from outside.

You're a good guy. You're a good guy.

When Mira weaves her coat, which was small and folded on a smiling pillow, she thanks her for the waking morning and gently leaves the tent to keep her pure rabbit awake.

It was a bunch of women preparing for breakfast, but when I saw what Mira looked like, I stopped that hand.

"Oh, good morning. Did you sleep well?

White trims Mira's messy clothes and hair when she says so.

"Good morning. It's already breakfast. Mira, do you have any food you don't like or anything?

Green, who has a vessel containing several ingredients, asks Mira.

"Morning. I've got a shower over there, so I'm not using it."

Ahead of what Purple pointed out, a conical tent was stretched to hang from a large tree branch.

"Um, good morning. Thanks to you, I woke up well. And there's nothing in here that I don't like, so it's okay."

With that answer, Mira receives a large eyed towel from Purple.

"There's a towel hanging inside, so you can hang it there when you're done with it."

"Okay. Let me use it if I can."

As Mira thanked her, she enters the tent with a shower as prompted. Inside the deep green tent, it was divided into two layers. The stripper and the shower room.

Mira takes it off in the order of coats, pieces, and underwear, and lays it over there because there was a simple table.

The water had a mechanism that exited the ceiling hole when the lever was twisted, and when Mira operated it poured down at a mild temperature that was both warm and pleasant.

Light lighting illuminates Mira's white soft skin. Shizuku moves from cheek to neck and chest as she dampens her hair, further down to her lower abdomen. The limb, which retained its infancy but gave a glimpse of femininity, had an even more lustrous glow with water.

Mira stretches greatly as she feels the irritation of the shower gradually shaking off her drowsiness with her skin. The playable sound of the droplets continued to echo repeatedly as they wrapped up as they scratched out their extruding voices finely.

Having finished flushing her whole body out of the neighborhood, Mira takes the bag out of the item box and chooses as plain underwear as possible to wear when she wipes her body satisfied with the touch of the borrowed towel.

As Mira stepped out of the shower tent, the members were crowded and surrounded.

"No, I'm sorry. Did I make you wait?

When Mira speaks that way, White looks back and denies it.

"It's okay. Because the men are still in love. My hair stays wetter than that. We need to dry it."

Saying, White sits Mira in a chair and starts combing Mira's hair with her hands from behind. Then, the wet hair dries up even further, one by one, as I look at it.

She lost the weight that would have caught her head and was just a little warmer when she touched her hair lightly with her hands.

"Well... is this intangible?

That's what Mira asks as White trims her hair.

"Yeah, I do, but... maybe you don't know?

"Um, I've never seen it before"

White's technique is one of the intangibles classified as a life system. There are many such things as drying hair, drying clothes, serving drinking water, lighting lights, etc. But most of them were developed in the course of thirty years. It's not like I'm worried about my hair and clothes getting wet during games.

Therefore, the intangibles that Mira classifies as living systems are almost unmastered.

"You should dry it right away. Because it hurts easily if it stays wet. You have such beautiful hair, you have no body."

White squeaks in the sigh as she stares at Mira's hair. Envious. Mira thinks as she pulls herself away to some disturbing signs, wrapping her shiny own silver hair around her fingertips.

(Intangibles... Surely it would be useful to have these techniques. When that happens, is it a mastery method...)

Intangible. That is the generic term for a technique that does not belong to any of the sorcery, sacrament, summoning, fairy, yin and yang, necromancy, demonization, or exorcism in which the method of mastery is currently classified. There is so much inconsistency in mastery methods that some of them were ready to be used at some point.

One of the intangibles Mira is mastering is the art of delivering illuminating light bulbs. This has lights such as pine lights and can be used when you are in the dark for a total of ten hours.

There is a wide variety of things from simple to demanding. That's the intangible technique, the lineage with the most types of surgery.

"Oh, the technique..."

"Absolutely, you should dry your hair. I'll tell you...... no, let me tell you"

The moment Mira opens her mouth to ask how to master, White tells her first. Mira's beautiful silver hair was unbearable due to her rugged care.

Mira, who nodded with reflexes at White's momentum, received other detailed care lectures besides the intangible technique of drying her hair.

"When you wash your scalp... when you wash your hair... when you dry... when you sleep... and when you wash your hair..."

Since the end of White's lecture, Mira keeps staring hollow like a brainwashed deceased, whining about something. By contrast, the hair is beautifully done, the sides are knitted into three pieces, and at first glance it is a noble lady. And behind it, White had a full grin from the satisfaction of doing something.

By that time, the men were almost awake, and they perceive what had happened from Mira's condition. And as I looked and pretended not to see, breakfast began.

Along the way, suddenly something popped out of the tent of the women. It was a group of men to sit down for a moment, but the blue marble rushed up to Mira's knees, squeaking her throat.

"Oh, it looks like you're awake."

With that said, Mira strokes her head and then transitions to her torso, which eventually becomes obsessed. When White and Green reach out of the gap, Purple also touches its furrows in fear. The men were peeking into it.

"Is that the pure rabbit the kid heard about? Maybe this means we got lucky too."

"You're really blue. I even remember intimacy."

"This guy looks rounded and delicious again"

Almost everyone's gaze pierces the last Red word at the same time. Slightly late, White's gaze also pierced him. Mira's eyes in particular are one step ahead of the Devil's Eye.

"No... even a joke..."

Red, who even felt himself in danger, rushed to run his gaze, grabbed the rest of the salad with his hand and offered it to the tip of Pure Rabbit's nose.

"Look, you're hungry. You can eat plenty."

Pure rabbit twists its leaves slightly as it moves the tip of its nose with tingling. When everyone on the spot loosened their cheeks to eat little by little, only Red stroked his chest down to the point that he was out of consciousness.

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