What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

I got the hang of running fast. Let's run, when I try to run, I want to stick my legs up high, but I'm not. The key thing is to move your body forward anyway. Plus, it goes smoothly. For that, I kick the ground and push my body anyway. It's more of an image of running than just, moving on. Promote your body more and more with general exercise. Remove and truncate anything that prevents it.

So naturally, I threw my gun.

I ran with my bare hands.

I ran for a run.

Walking isn't bitter, but I don't like running. Don't get tired. I'm out of breath and my whole body is pounding. Clearly, it's painful.

Still, this feeling isn't bad. Is this the kind of thing that runs out of the wind?

Now if Mosa hadn't chased me, I might be able to get a closer taste of this pleasure. It's just that I'm being chased, so I can run like this. I can think of it that way. Maybe I should rather thank Mosa.

If it's something you can do, but it is.

So far, I'm not very grateful.

I want to turn around. I want to make sure it's a distance from Mosa. The desire, the impulse, is powerful. I'd appreciate it, but I have to give anything up. Just turn your face around a little bit. That trivial behavior definitely drives my form crazy. Now run hiccups. Run.

Just run.

Turn that point, run.

My back is freaking out, freaking out. He's on the verge of Mosa.

Why am I still alive? I think so. Mosa can eat me badly already. Why isn't that happening?

I want to sound strange. Whatever you want, uh-uh, uh-uh, yah-uh, gah-hee. I want to speak up. I even remember the grin that caught my mouth, no, pulling it all over my face, opening my eyes, running, running, running. I'm starting to think I'm stupid like that, and I want to scream. Let me scream. I want to make it easier. I want to be freed.

But.

No more, I don't know what you think. That's not all. Not when you can't anyway. When it ends, it ends. If Mosa wins the battle against me, I mean, if you catch up with me, I'll be eaten. That's where the game ends. Until then, the game continues. I'm still following. As long as it's on, it's useless to think no. As long as I live, I will not abandon this battle. Because I don't need to throw it away.

It's okay. I got the emerald wet grass. If Milliu takes it home, the strawberries will help. Don't think about that extra. I don't care about when you lose. But I think I should have said something about jade wet grass. Milliu and Heinemarie, then I told Don to be sure. That's why I said no. I don't give a shit. Just run. Run. Run.

We're almost there anyway.

Almost there.

That's when I got weak. Finally, it's over, I want it to end, it's tough, it's too tight, I don't like it anymore, it's a goal, I'm relieved that feeling pushed me to the top. I noticed that.

Not good, I thought.

Here, at this pivotal time, it's abandoned. I'm being an idiot. I'm sure I'll screw up. Something bad happens. I dared to look back as I wanted to stay this way, either way I was done, pushed away by such a sweet gut.

"Yikes......!

And there was a strange voice.

Mosa was opening her mouth.

Don't be eaten.

This is eaten. Definitely. No.

Definitely, like.

Hey.

Definitely. I'll make a mistake. I followed my own lead. Thanks to you, Mosa, I had a chance to escape your jaw. That's me.

So there's a chance. Hanging in front of me.

And then we'll see if I can make it go away.

"Huh...!

Naturally, I'm going to turn my chances into things.

I jumped. There is no back. It's like asking him to eat it. Same as before. He just threw himself in front of me, and his mouth can reach me.

Right.

Or left?

I chose the right.

For one thing, I saw my position leaning to the right from Mosa's midline. Needless to say, I can only jump the same on either side of the left or right. He was originally on the right side, so he thought it was more likely he could still escape his servant's "bump" by jumping to the right.

It just became an inappropriate way to escape. I looked back and turned to Mosa about half the time. If I jumped in that state in the right direction, I was weirdly in a position where my torso would remain. I saw the moment Mosa's upper and lower jaws meshed and his mouth closed, right in front of my eyes. I didn't feel anything then. Just oops, awesome, that's all.

Then I found out I was alive. I wasn't eaten. I turned the opportunity into a thing. What do you think?

Mosa held her head and shook her head as she barked mu-on, staring at me with her naked eyes. His blood-running eyes said I'd eat him next.

"Try it...!

I laughed and ran again.

That's odd, I thought.

Hi, it's unbalanced and hard to run. What? With all my doubts, I made my way to that point. I'm almost there. Really a little more. Mosa is completely devoured by bait called me. You can't help but eat me. That's what I set out for. Mosa fits in during my surgery and is trying to go after me again. Yeah, that's good. Come on, come on. Come on! Come on...!

Still, that's crazy.

What's wrong...,

Left arm.

My breath is playing. I'm sweating like an idiot. Obviously not like just now. Something's wrong with my body.

Hey, I glanced at my left arm.

I didn't, I'd be lying if I told you.

... None.

My left arm.

From a little under the elbow, it's gone clean and refreshing.

Apparently, the Mosa one ate me up. Seriously.

Is that it? Oh, my God. Waha. Seriously. Seriously. I lost half my left arm. It's true. It's real. I didn't know it would come. Damn. Superior. Fuck you. Isn't it superior?

Blood. Exactly the level of bleeding sucks. It was - or there's still blood all over the place. So?

I flutter when I do. I can't help it. No pain yet. I have a nasty feeling, like jittery and smudging. Sounds pretty nasty.

"That's... Huh!

What's the matter? What happens when you mourn what you lose. I can't help it. I'm not coming back. What if he says it feels like he's fluttering or something?

I squeeze my strength and run.

When this happens, there's no form, no shit, no heckles. Get your body forward, even if you're about to relax. Proceed. If I fall, I'll crawl. What happened to your arm? I know. Come on. Move on. Hey, move on. Move on. Push on...!

There it is.

I'm trying to get to that point.

Mosa can roar. I'm trying to get on the speed, yelling mu-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o. You too, Mosa.

"Go, go, go, go, go...!

I finally set foot.

There is no ground there.

Covered in grass and inconspicuous, it's a cliff.

Underneath, the valley bottom.

I fall. Fall.