Princes Battle to Concede the Throne

The cookout is a river plain in the Glades, and they say it opens almost every morning.

Often men who have come out of the province for military service, canal expansion, etc. remain prolonged and illegitimate, accustomed to the comfort of the capital and without accommodation. This neighborhood of slums was born while such people came together and stayed in the wild - quite gully, to put it mildly.

First of all, the bloody young men are at the centre, so there are constant fights all over the place at four or six. Smoked liquor spreads. Some people form a prison party to dye their hands of crime.

The emperor is also pursuing the project of returning home, but due to the lack of security, it is also difficult to reach the city security.

"Moon Tianmaru. You, are you even in and out of here? It's not safe."

"Don't worry. When you come to a place like this, you're hiding as much as you can, and there's no one there that can capture me."

Indeed, the speed of the Moon Heavenly Maru is such that we burn our hands for four. If you think calmly, you don't have to worry.

Even if Erzhu, for example, declares that he will walk through this ghetto naked, none of his brothers will have anything to worry about.

but is it still because of my sense of responsibility as a brother that the mind that cares about Moon Tianmaru precedes me?

"Well, but. If there was a cookout like this, I should have come when they kicked me out of court the other day."

"You..."

That's enough then to even duel a tiger over where the leftovers are.

If I knew there was such a free cookout, I would have lined it up indispensable every morning. Nothing tastes better than a meal you eat without working.

"That's right. If you find out who you are, it's a hassle, so call me Duane here."

"I don't think I've ever called you by name from the beginning... Duane? What's his name?"

"I used to live in poverty, too, that's my name then. I've had my name since I entered the court."

"Hmm" roars as the Moon Heavenly Maru doesn't seem interested.

Many people had already gathered in the river plains to be cooked out. It would be natural if it could be found in free meals while living in poverty.

"By the way."

"Hmm?"

"What can I call you? Lunar Heavenly Maru is the street name of a thief, right? What do you usually call yourself?

"I'm changing the corn appropriately...... you're a sparrow (shan) these days. Before that, it was a mouse, before that, it was a bee or something."

I see. I snort.

It's legit and easy to understand. A name that looks like a quick little animal.

"Then Moon Heavenly Maru. We'll line up."

"Hey, wait. Don't give up your name all of a sudden."

"Oh bad. I knew I wouldn't get used to it, so I'd call it normal."

There won't be a problem if you call it a whisper.

In doing so, a loaded boat arrived on the river plain. Probably the cookouts you're looking for because you're riding a hot air leaking cauldron.

"- Thank you for waiting, gentlemen!

A boat small enough for five or six people to ride at most.

The first thing I came down from there was covered my whole body with a peacock-coated, polar-colored cloth - he was a weird guy. The folks that follow also all wrap up furs of color like rare beasts in the South.

"You already smell like a chicken from the looks of it."

"... No, wait. Moon Heavenly Maru. Don't give up yet. There's no way people who know the secret to immortality live on the same scale as ordinary people."

"You're still in a bad mood, sir."

How can a man with moves far from common sense live with the same sensibilities as an ordinary man? Instead, you should consider this to have increased your expectations. Never a hopeful observation.

"Now wait! Bring grace to your body and mind today! Come on, line up!

Since it is called alignment, I thought that the queue of cookouts would normally begin.

But it wasn't.

The gathering vagabonds began to spread horizontally and vertically and at equal intervals.

While watching it satisfactorily, the peacock man issues the decree with a frigid voice.

"Huh. Then cheerfully incorporate the breath of Mori Vientiane today. One, two!

And it began with an unusual gymnastics.

Shape like a mixture of fist-shaped movement and flexible exercise? However, it is not a sophisticated move to flatter, and the impression is that it is a "suspicious catfish".

Me and Moon Tianmaru just stand there looking at it from a distance.

"Do you want to leave? It's nothing but chickens like this."

"... no wait"

"Do you have to wait or shit? Where's that credibility?

Even under this adversity, my brains of excellence were finding hope.

"Why are all the rough things in this ghetto following that? If I were a kid, I wouldn't go out with such a lousy gymnastics thing to raid and take the kettle. And I'll take that peacock-like garment that looks expensive in vain and sell it to the furry shop."

"The one named you... but when it comes to honesty, you're right. Isn't it because if you attack me, you won't come?

"No. It's pretty important that someone else can't lick you when it's such a bad gala area. Anyway, if you're having trouble eating, a lot of guys in your physique seem to be able to work normally if it feels like they've seen it. I don't even think they'll be obsessed with grain rice until they expose themselves to shame in catfish gymnastics."

Hmm, and Moon Tianmaru put his hand on his chin.

If you see the guys in Kawahara encouraging gymnastics, it never feels like they're doing it reluctantly.

Rather, there are even those who follow the decree with a diligent look.

"It's certainly not inexplicable. Let's see how it goes."

After a series of gymnastics, the peacock man slapped his hands on his pussy.

"No, thank you for your hard work today! Now you have been able to work out your body and mind steadily again! It's a heartbeat, but it's a meal."

"Quicker than that, do it again and show me!

From among the men gathered one after the other: "Yes, they are! I'm here to look at you!" and my voice goes up.

Arr?

Both me and Moon Tianmaru tilt their necks.

"Do you even do street art? It's an artistic outfit if you ask me..."

"I don't want to do that gymnastics for the price of a spectacle."

A peacock man waves to contain the demands of the men.

"Quiet, quiet. Of course it is. It is up to us to show the height of our ambition, beyond teaching you secret moves like this. Right - let's call it a rock there today."

That's what the peacock man pointed to was the rock in the river plain.

The height is about the back length of a person. Has it flown through a flood or something, or stone thrown down? It's a pretty big rock anyway.

"First of all, gentlemen. Verify the rocks at once."

The men flock to the rocks simultaneously and start beating, kicking and mysterious actions.

Of course, there was no way a rock that seemed stubborn could be managed with human hands, and it didn't even shake, rather than hurt.

"You've confirmed that, have you? So I just showed you that there are no seeds or tricks, and let me show you an example."

A peacock man walks over to the big rock. Make sure the hedge cracks and pave the way.

When he came to the front of the rock, he touched only one finger on his rock skin.

"- Break!"

Cracked.

It was as if they had struck a tough wedge, and instantly the big rock broke into two pieces and fell.

From among the men I watched, I cheered, and there was an awesome voice.

"Hmm, if you think of something, it's crap. Isn't that just street art? There's a trick going on here. - Hey, you!

It was us watching it depend on what happened in the pulled position, but I jumped out impatiently. We scratch the crowd and get to the broken rock.

There's nothing unnatural about a broken rock section.

"Hey, what's the matter all of a sudden? I know what it's like to believe in immortality, but it's just such an incense art."

"No, you're not. This is really cracked with force. The cracked sound was real without any scrutiny."

"... what?

So was the trace of the cross section, but the sound when it broke was the greatest certainty.

For example, if it was connected by clay or something, and if the rock really broke, the quality of the sound was different.

"This could be a hit. It's no ordinary craftsmanship for such a suspicious peacock man to smash a big rock like this with his bare hands. Presbyterian life has become realistic all at once."

"No, wait. Don't move away. Why are you so familiar with the sound of rocks cracking in the first place?"

"One tiger fool crushes it in training like every day. I'm used to hearing it."

"... what?

I touch a cracked big rock. The quality of the rock is never brittle either.

"In short... can you guys do it normally?

"Oh easy win. Anything can go with harder rocks."

When I say that, I say from the side, "Ho?" and a provocative voice sounded.

"That doesn't mean you don't listen. The power to crush so many rocks is given only to those who have been trained for so many years. Only those who did not lack effort every day and continued to incorporate the breath of the Forest Monument into the tunnel."

Again, he is a peacock man who stinks of inches even when he looks at it again.

But I'm pretty sure he actually has a lot of strength around breaking rocks without peten.

"What kind of breath is that? Is that the secret to immortality? I'm sorry, but can you tell me something? I wanted to pray for my father's health..."

"I'm impressed with filial piety. But this is our secret, so not everyone can teach it. It is taught only to the chosen one. But if you can really crush that big rock with your bare hands, you can admit your talent as a loved one by Mori Rawan."

If that's the case, I'm quick to talk.

I swung my fist as I took a deep breath.

I noticed that Moon Tianmaru said, "No, you idiot!," he exclaims next to him, "but the momentum of his unleashed fists cannot be stopped on the way.

- The sound of the Great Rock smashing into pieces echoed across the river plain.