Capitanobitter Journey

I will always follow you, ah, no, I will always follow you, boss. I really like the characters you mentioned in your writing. Suffering has shaped their personality charm and made it shine. Bystanders of the story will always fantasize about a better ending, erase all sadness, and let happiness become the basic color of the article. But boss, you didn't write like this. You will not deliberately avoid tragedy, nor will you overly praise tragedy. Tragedy has shaped them, and it will inevitably make them suffer for it. Capitano, from the beginning to the end, has been in the form of a superior leader. He is the commander and the role model, so he cannot show vulnerability. He watches the adjutants and subordinates go to death one by one, even though those cold ones, even though those cold ranks have the names of friends, as a leader, as a leader, he cannot even follow them to death willfully. In order for more people to survive, he can only survive. He really has a very charismatic personality, so many people gathered around him, and I survived because of him and became the next person to gather around him. It feels like my initial portrayal was of a child who was both naive and a little suspicious, and thought he was a smart bad boy. He was a bit like a kitten that had been wandering for a long time and picked up a man who was deceived by his cute appearance. While he was secretly happy that he had obtained food and shelter without any effort, he secretly laughed at this dull human being, and then there was still a little bit of disbelief brought by conscience in his heart. No, no, is he really a good person? Does he treat everyone like this? Although it may be a bit strange to describe it this way, this is how I felt about the two of them in the early days of getting along. I thought the first one would slow down a bit, but after watching the early days of raising cubs, I had a smile on my face, and then in the ending, all my relatives and friends died. Well, I had no choice. Is this the lethality of short BE? Death brings pain and growth. It makes the smile on the officer's mouth lessen, and it also makes me no longer the innocent child like a kitten. The eight-year-old me complained a little and said that I no longer wanted to listen to those prophecies of Kanria. Then I would seriously comment on the stories Thrane told. I pretended to be an adult and talked about who made friends with whom, who quarreled with whom, and that annoying guy peeked at Thrane making friends with others. I grew up in these trivial things in life. I grew up in an era of war. I grew up in a country at war. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, everyone I knew was swept up in the torrent of war and disappeared from my sight one by one. Because the flower seeds of Tiwat were handed over to me, even though I couldn't grow flowers, these flower seeds had never bloomed in the past days, but they were just handed over to my hands, just like some kind of mission and some kind of destiny. There is a sentence that really pokes me. They died so gloriously. They died for justice, for the glorious mission, and for Thrane. I suddenly felt this inheritance and this glory one day. On the night when Thrane's eyes flashed with water, and in the back of Elisa and Sifu Anya's next impossible mission, the child pretending to be an adult felt a certain calling and realized someone's loneliness. He became a real adult. I didn't call him Thrane. I lowered my head and called out the first siren half a step behind him. Like some kind of tacit understanding, the two people on that day knew in their hearts that a certain moment was coming. It's my turn, I thought. I'm still left, I thought. I am a child raised by them, so the pot of flowers was ready to be delivered to me. All of them expected me to take on some responsibility and pass on some belief. I was just a child raised by them, so no one broke this expectation, and no one ever taught me loyalty. Those deep blue eyes looked at me, he was hesitating, he was sad. So I thought, it's time for me to grow up. Sir, I'm already as tall as Guthered. I pierced the window paper and the protective film with my own hands. From the child who could only look up at him, he became a warrior who could follow him, look at him levelly, and die for him. Will he be able to rely on him a little bit? Could he stop being so lonely? Can he stop crying? No, he had never cried in front of everyone, but his lake-like eyes occasionally flashed with crystal water for a short time in the night. I have received enough, and they have given me enough. I have lived long enough compared to my people, and they have given me enough love. What if there are any hopes or wishes left? I, who had just become an adult today, murmured like a coquettish child. Sir, let me sleep here today. Let me be a little closer to you. If you can, please cry for me after you die for me. My perspective: An immature request from a mature adult. Thrane's perspective: A post request from a hand-raised cat. The following is pure nonsense and self-indulgence. I really have no choice but to crack [crack]. The same is true for the captain, and the same is true for the enemy who collapsed next door. My love for them seems to be directly proportional to the tragic flag of their story background. In the same background story, they are watched and trusted by all their relatives and friends. In the background story, they are all dead, especially the death-like blessings before everyone died. One is the commander, you want glory, you want to restore the country, and the other is, you want glory, you want to restore the country. I really have no more people to recruit, and they are all gone. I killed them all as memories that weakened my mental strength. Before I died, I helped people set up a bunch of flags as if urging them to die. Especially when they died one after another, it was so tragic that I couldn't complain about any of them. There is really no way. If you put this thing in a running group, the willpower will continue to decrease and the buff will be reduced, which will lead to a bad ending. I have no choice but to fall in love with a tragic man [Lemon]

I kept laughing, the corners of my mouth never moved down, I stopped moving, I was a little sad, I felt so guilty, but I really couldn't help but laugh, so good, the controller is really a very good baby, although it can be seen that he has worked hard to grow up, but I feel that the way I look at Thrane now is still looking at his elders and idols. I'm out of moves, and I can't figure out how to attack for the time being. . . [Cat Claw] Zai: Look what I'm doing, I'm already working hard to grow up? [Dog head holding rose in mouth]

I'm at my wits' end. Are your Kanria's specialties beautiful and powerful? . .

It's so well written, teacher.

Madam, take your time, don't be in a hurry

Boss, I love you, I love you spinning and jumping

It looks good. I love watching it. Do you have any more? Author Da Da [dog head holding rose in mouth]