In the end, Curime left it to Curime to write the story.
Once the script had been written, I had to consult and decide who would play what role.
"Curime, didn't you nod to Norish's proposed sadness story?"
Nelson blurred.
"No, I don't think so. I don't think he nodded to the story of the Morgan Forest Taste Collection."
According to Almark, Nelson sighs with astonishment.
"Of course, tell me about the taste collection. But because of Curime's huge personality, I think it's going to be a plain love thing. Damn it, if I had the talent."
Nelson initially said he had bumps like that, but he didn't write his own script, so he gave up unexpectedly and quickly, and regained the positive feeling he had.
"Well, I can't help it. The only way you can write it is if you want it to be Curime."
"Curime has literary talent."
According to Almark, Nelson twisted his neck.
"It's my first time hearing about it. Maybe he was hiding it because he was shy."
"I'm looking forward to the story."
Almark smiled.
That night.
Hearing the knock, Almark interrupted his meditation and opened his room door.
"Nh, you..."
Almark looks suspicious at an unexpected person's visit.
Can I help you?
That's how I look up at her.
Do you remember me?
Looking down at Almark, the person laughs happily.
I don't think I've ever talked to you before.
"I remember."
Almark answers.
"Your poke at the martial arts tournament was amazing."
"Punch me, I only let you out once."
That said, it was three pairs of Korens who laughed bitterly.
He is jumping through and tall, looking down at Almark.
"I know enough about that once."
Almark says.
He lost the match with Morgan, but that day, his strength was also conveyed to Almark.
"And even with Morgan poking you, you didn't move. I thought it was a real strength."
"I'm glad you said that."
Koluen shakes his body in disappointment.
"... so what do you want?"
"Oh, yeah."
Koluen once again turned to Almark.
"Almark. I need you to do me a favor."
"Do me a favor... you?
"Oh, no, I don't even have a stepsister to ask for this."
Koren scratches his head.
"I want you to be a witness to the duel."
Say things in a pleasant tone.
Duel?
As Almark frowned, Koren waved.
"No, of course we don't kill each other. Just an extension of martial arts."
"I'm sure you are."
Almark says.
"Who are you fighting with?"
It's not me.
Koren waves again.
"Remember when I played you at the martial arts tournament, Polois?"
"Yes, of course."
"Polois is about to duel with a first-year high school student."
Almark's eyebrows widened as he heard about it.
I can't see you talking.
I guess so.
Koren nodded lightly.
"We'll talk in order."
Taken together, this is what Koren said.
Polois was a man of relative pride to everyone, as he had once bought Nelson's wrath, but it was the same for senior students.
As a result, from the very beginning of the school year, Polois had a very poor relationship with one of the students in the first grade, and each time he met his face, he continued to insult and murmur each other, but at the end of last year, it became a fierce argument that was likely to develop into a beating.
It was an atmosphere that would not have subsided without seeing blood, but at that time, Koren and the others entered and managed to do nothing.
This year, the opponent's progress to the middle made it almost impossible to see anything, reassuring the surroundings, but that was a mistake.
The two people who happened to meet in the city on a holiday gave each other so much slap as the last time, and finally broke up with a promise of a duel.
The duel will take place on the next holiday.
"That's an unspeakable story."
Almark sighed.
"The words of Polois have thorns. I'll make enemies. I know that."
That's funny.
As Colen nods with a smile, Almark wonders if he didn't hear his words.
"I said I'd make enemies."
"I like that part of him. Look, I'm not bored."
According to Koren, Almark shook his head.
"He doesn't think like me."
He said, "If you go out with him a little bit more, you'll see."
"So, why me?"
Hmm?
"If you're a witness, you can do it. [M] Either Eston or Rugon. I don't have to do it."
"That's not how it works."
Koren's mouth is still somewhat light.
"I will accompany Polois. The witness must be a person who has never been in the same class as Polois and who has never met the other person, provided that the other person has given the conditions."
"What, the terms?"
"You're weird. You're weird."
Koren says with joy.
"That reminds me of you. Almark, you've never met anyone, and you've never been in the same class as Polois."
"There's no reason to go."
Almark shook his head.
"I have no reason to be a witness to that duel."
"Well, don't say that."
Koren pulled in a smile.
"I'm not just saying that."
As Almark looked up at Koren, he nodded.
"Become a witness and I'll tell you what I know."
"What do you know?
Almark asks back.
What are you talking about?
"I'm sure you want to know."
That's what Koren said, and he smiled again.