Chapter 1

prologue

Grudge, grudge.

It is a dark night where a giant rage that is difficult to distinguish even in front of one.

A man is desperately beating through the middle of the forest. The face of the man, who was running away from the harshly running away, seemed to be frightened.

The tree stood as if it interfered with the man’s course, and became increasingly nervous as the speed of running slowed. The man who was soaked with dread just as soon as something could be shaken shook his head.

Wow! The man who was stranded on slippery stones, soon lost his balance and crashed. It is big in suffering to cover all the body! The man who was groaning suddenly realized that he could not feel the rain that wetted his body anymore, but he lifted his head with his eyes open.

The momentary flash was poured out, and the man who carefully wielded the reflexively closed eyes quickly realized that he was surrounded. As it was wrapped in a transparent membrane, the rain did not come in a certain distance and spewed brightly, but now the glowing light was clearly illuminating the surrounding objects.

The man looked desperately and looked desperate.

“HA … … HA … … “

The spirit of the man began to deny the reality in front of the eyes.

Yes, this is a dream. In reality, animals can not walk like people. Those who wear armor in the Middle Ages can not fly lightly. It is not a fantasy film, nor can a fireball or lightning come out of a person’s hand. No one can hunt us. This is a dream … … .

“what? I was nervous about the navy seal and it’s not much? “

It was the first unfamiliar language for a man who had been corrupted and denied reality, but one word of “Navy Seal” got caught in his ears and pulled the spirit of man into reality.

The man looked at the young man grumbling as if to grumble. A young man with a cigarette in his usual attire knew his troops.

Yes, this is the secret weaponry laboratory in any country. Otherwise I can not explain.

The spirit of the man puts the situation as he likes it and concludes with a desperate voice to the young man who seems to be the chief of the flock.

“Please help me! I am a US Navy! I will surrender! “

The young man in the cry of a man said to scratch his back.

“He … … Hello? “

When the opponent spoke English, the man began to show remarkable relief.

“on … What’s your name? “

“My name is John Smith! US Navy Lieutenant. “

“And so on … … “

The young man bucked up in poor English, but John persisted patiently. I had to talk to him somehow while holding his life. The young man who was about to say what he was saying with a bang for a while, sighed and sighed.

“What is English in my topic? Hey John! “

John smiled and responded to the young man’s call. The young man smiled brightly as well.

“Yankee, and home.”