I have a slightly moist feeling on my face, like... the wind?

The rough grass felt beneath him, and Scaramouche's fingers clenched slightly to grasp a handful of grass.

After being in the dark for so long, Scaramouche shielded his arms from his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. After squinting for a while to adjust to the daylight, he opened his eyes and sit up slowly.

Beneath him was a meadow, surrounded by trees, and in the distance were scattered peaks. It was in the middle of nowhere, overgrown, and on a mountain.

A strange place. What is this place?

Scaramouche thought, standing up and patting himself with dirt.

Who sent me here? What was that dark place before?

Anyway, I'm here. Do the people who sent me here know what I'm going to do? But I haven't felt tied down in a long time. The machine is really nice, but it still hurts a little.

Scaramouche clenched his fist and felt the power of the electro in his body. The corners of his mouth curled into what could be called a lovely smile.

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The sun was high, it was hot, and here and there there were cicada cries.

On second thought, Scaramouche decided to look around.I need to figure out what's going on around me. Since I have been sent here, how can I not take a good look at the man's kindness?

Scaramouche went up first. After all, it's all mountains, so it's better to see things from the top.

After walking for a while, Scaramouche stopped. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he walked over to a nearby tree and felt for a closer look. He glanced at some of the nearby trees.

He stood on his arm and pointed his chin. Then he covered his face. He laughed slowly.

Ah, that's interesting. After all this time, am I in the same place? When did I come in? I see. I have always had a strange feeling.

This has never been done before. I'm tired of all that stuff. It's just boring elemental power. How could it be more amazing than this? There's no sign of anything, and I just walk into a place like this without anyone noticing. If it weren't for my strength, I'd be stuck here forever.

Scaramouche stood where he was for a moment, then walked on. From time to time he stopped to feel the trees around him, or to grab a handful of dirt from the ground. Then change direction and keep going.

After walking for some time, Scaramouche decided to stop for a rest. It was pretty hot after all. Although he is an action figure does not sweat, but also can feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there was a small sound in the distance. Not the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, but the slight, inaudible sound of people treading on the grass without listening closely.

Scaramouche frowned slightly. He ducked and hid in a tall pile of weeds not far away.