Result. My body, unbelievably, was left in the air. —It would have been better if Iliad lost consciousness. That was the first thing I thought. Ill had lost my consciousness first, I wouldn’t have had to bear it, and I wouldn’t have had to experience this fear. Leaving me behind, Marisa and her broom accelerated. Left behind, I lost speed and magic, and “K lost his free hentai manga dragon ball goku animation. Source here: http://www.primehentai.com/extra-milk-dragon-ball-z/ — http://www.primehentai.com/dragon-ball-h-colored/!” I naturally fell. Ah, I can hear my scream with a fake manga effect— I had the time to think of something stupid like that. It was completely different from jumping off the roof of a school. I fell after flying around at the ends of die sky, I think I had enough thne to look back on my life. I fell face up, so I couldn’t tell how much longer it would be until I hit the ground.
I saw Martha, who noticed that I had fallen and turned around. She was surprised. “—Hentai!?” “I said I’m not hentai ” I quietly answered the words that rode in the wind. I knew that she couldn’t hear me. I was just escaping from reality. I was falling. The time I fell was too long, the lights passing each other in the sky were too beautiful, and the idea of failing to my death didn’t seem realistic. Marisa desperately came after. The ground came near. Marisa stretched her hand, die ground beckoned me, the red and white shrine maiden floated at the edge of the sky and looked at me. I tried to say something to someone, and
Not having the time to say anything, my fall came to its end.
I thought I died. It was like Usami Renko, a hair’s breadth away from danger! While I fell, I imagined myself becoming flat, and wondered if I would feel pain if I fell on my head. I didn’t die— No, I might be dead and just not have realized it yet. It was a staple for ghosts; the way phantoms were. The dead didn’t notice that they were dead, and manga one couldn’t notice she was having a dream while she was asleep. That was because, as a result of the assumptions based on common sense, the action of doubting was missing — Paradoxically, you’re alive as long as you doubt.” I tried pinching my cheek. It hurt. When I took my hand away and looked at the surroundings, I saw a scene spread before me that made me think it was the world after death. “Spread” might not have been the right word. ‘Mere was nothing. It was darker than night and darkness. It wasn’t that there was darkness; there was no light. The empty space continued as far as I could anime see, and I was standing in it. ‘Mere was nothing beneath me, and it didn’t feel like! was standing, so I couldn’t say clearly that! was, though. Anyway, I was somewhere that was nowhere. Beside me was Kirisame Marisa. The tip of her broom and her face were stuck in the ground. It was like an old movie called the something family?’ It was a sight that made me want
point and laugh, but ecchi now wasn’t the time to do that, so I pretended not to see. If! looked at her directly, I would want to laugh, so I didn’t.
I looked around, but there was nothing. The red and white shrine maiden wasn’t there “I fell and felt like I went under something It was like I fell through a bottomless hole. Like the moment I was going to collide with the ground, I was swallowed up into something that opened with a snap. Now that I thought about hentai it, wasn’t that one of the holes in the barrier Mary always saw? And, Marisa, who came to save me, also went through the hole, and was stuck like that.
It felt like thinking that was natural. “Then is this the outside?” The outside. The outside of Gensokyo— It didn’t look like it no matter how I looked at it. “You didn’t go all the way through— This is an interstice. The border of a boundary. The place between Here and There.” It wasn’t Marisa’s voice. It obviously wasn’t my voice either. It was a voice I recognized—but, there was something definitely different about it. Even though the voice was the same, it felt like someone else was talking. But still, that was the voice I wanted to hear. “marry!,, I turned to the direction the voice came from, and “Yukari!” With the same exact timing, Marisa drew her head out of the ground and yelled. —Yukari? “Who is that?” That’s what I thought. At the end of my line of sight, my best friend from the hentai club, Maiibel Han wasn’t there. Who are you?” The one who was sitting in a place where there was nothing wasn’t Mary. Someone who had the same voice as Mary, and was very similar to Mary, but wasn’t Mary was there. Her wavy gold hair and her face were the same, but her presence was different. If I were told that she was her older twin sister, I might have believed it.
There were many other small differences. First, her clothes were different. Her hat was different too. Even though there was no rain or sun in this space, she had a purple parasol out. And more than anything—she was ragged. The person who looked exactly like Mary was worn out. Her clothes and skin had cuts, dirt, and frays here and there. She didn’t look like someone in good health. There was a ‘crack’ running down her cheek, and it was hard to look at her directly. She looked like she would break apart at any minute. It was painful to look at her. “What happened to you!?” It must have been the same for not only me, but Marisa too. It seemed that this situation was out of the ordinary even for the ‘Marisa knew, and her face was full of surprise. Disbelief was written there. Her attitude said that that was impossible. Accepting our surprise and doubt, the one who looked like Mary took the hems of her skirt and curtsied elegantly. “Good day—and welcome to my world. You can’t stay long, though.” ” You’re not Mary?” “No ” She shook her head. “I’m not Mary. Not right now.”
Those words were basically saying ‘I know Mary,’ but it didn’t seem like I would get an answer even if I asked. The ecchi comic person who looked a lot like Mary smiled with a face was exactly like Mary’s. Was she the one who saved me?
While I was thinking, Marisa came forward as if to say it was her turn now. “Not Mary-san, but Yitkati-san—is this your doing?” While saying that, she gripped her broom with her left hand and the eight trigram tool with her right. I saw balls of light coming from both of them. It must have meant that she would shoot if she didn’t answer hentai honestly. As far as I could tell, it seemed that that damnaku fight was a way of communicating for them. It seemed like that developed in Gensokyo more than speaking did. It might be similar to a very old shonen manga where they ‘hit each other and became friends.’ In one way, it was peaceful. The today look- anime alike, who was aimed at peacefully, nodded unconcernedly. “Your being brought here was my doing.” “What about how Reimu’s more angry than usual?” “I can’t say that that isn’t my doing either.” “Then—” Strength went into Marisa’s hands. “—Is this incident your doing too?” Depending on your answer, Pll shoot. Her back said that. Like a cowboy in a Western, Marisa pointed her eight Ingram tool at the Mary look-alike. I could tell that the tension was rising slowly. Without showing fear, she declared that. “That’s the one thing that isn’t my doing. In fact, I want to stop it.”