He never seemed to have a name. The green hair that had been shaved off started to grow slightly, and the child asked the tired Mori if he could give me a name. The war was over, everyone left, and he was thrown into the deep sea.
He doesn't seem to have a name yet. The world in the long dream is strange and strange. The newly met clown weirdo holds the playing cards and says, you can call me Ditto, ditto.
It sounds like a good name, but the dream is like a bubble bursting.
"Hello. Spindle."
The child's long green hair was tied up with a rough hair rope, and his pale pink eyes looked calm.
"Hearing aids for you."
The new hearing aid is pink and has an electric shock attached to it.
The child who became a secret weapon was gone in a blink of an eye.
Feeling bored, he said, "I want to destroy this place."
So the double black who had already run three appeared again.
"What are you, Uncle Ben San, so angry about?"
"Now, become the thirteenth fairy."
"Good middle school."
"Well,"
Intention: The light is always ahead