"Great, Radmar's dance."
Morgan said it was sticky.
That's right.
Almark answers.
Lunch break after the morning show.
As usual, Almark and Morgan sat down on a stone slightly away from the school buildings surrounding the stalls.
In both hands is a herbaceous skewer of Meliá sheep meat that Morgan forgot to buy in the morning.
Yeah, I'm glad I bought it.
When Morgan bites and says so, he murmurs again.
Fita and Zap were good, right?
"Yeah."
Almark remembers the class dance he saw in the auditorium with Morgan grinding his own flesh.
On stage.
Fifteen students dance to light music.
Radmar was at the far end of the line.
The delivery seemed to be going well.
"This class is moving."
Nelson murmured as impressed.
Fita and Zap also appeared at the opposite end of Radmar.
Everyone in the class moves beautifully.
Occasionally, the magic they showed was very preliminary from the eyes of Al Mark and the third graders, but it was still used effectively, and it was effective enough to surprise and entertain the general audience.
When the first part was over, there was a big applause from the guest seat.
However, there was a student who gradually began to notice a delay.
It's Radmar.
Gradually, deviations begin to occur between the movements of other students.
At first, the slight discomfort of the deviation gradually grew as the song progressed, and eventually it became clear to everyone that Radmar was late.
Ah.
Morgan moans.
Radmar, good luck.
Almark speaks silently, baking Radmar's movements into his eyes one by one.
Everyone on the stage reached forward with both hands.
The seven coloured sparks scattered from the hand.
The audience cheered, and at a much later time, sparks were scattered from Radmar's hand, which was not a compliment.
Someone somewhere giggles and laughs.
But Radmar kept dancing with a desperate face.
Almark looked at each of the movements and understood.
Radmar had several degrees less physical strength, motor nerves, magic, and perhaps sound than any other student.
However, none of the movements that make up the dance ever slowed down.
Whether laughing or not, it never moved me.
Radmar continued to dance, with a desperate expression that seemed out of balance between light music and choreography.
I'll start here.
It also looked like a manifestation of Radmar's will.
A person can't suddenly be splendid simply because he or she has changed his or her mind.
I hope I want to change, and if that changes, I won't have any difficulty.
Nobody despairs.
I hope to change, face myself seriously again, despair for the first time at the distance of the journey.
Can you face an unusual self, know the length of your journey, and still persevere in your will to change yourself?
The determination seemed to be demonstrated by Radmar continuing to dance far behind his peers without slowing down his movements.
So from the perspective of people who don't know Radmar, it would have been just a funny, unusual dance. It would have been a dragging dance, disturbing the harmony of the class.
However, for Almark and Morgen, who knew what Radmar looked like during the night herbal hunt, and who continued to choose not to challenge himself if he failed and was ashamed, the appearance of Radmar on the stage was heartbreaking.
"Some customers laughed, but I couldn't hear the laughter from the student seat."
Morgan said.
"We all felt something, I'm sure."
That's right.
Almark nodded.
"Everyone's been taught by Professor Ilmis, at least not as much as I'm learning magic here. I think I somehow felt his determination behind Radmar's movements."
Almark recalls the words of Koren, who passed away when leaving the auditorium at the end of the morning show.
Koluen told Polois that he was walking next door.
"You can't laugh if you let me show you that kind of manners with such light music."
It sounds like a Korean gesture, but it must be his true meaning.
Almark thinks he got the courage.
As Radmar showed me, I might be different, but I'll face Wendy properly.
You might make Wendy cry again.
On the contrary, I may cry. [M]
But still, let's face it properly.
Wendy, who knew about that night, must have felt the same way by watching Radmar dance.
"Zap and Fita danced with everyone until the end."
Almark nods to Morgan's words.
After the dance, they rushed to Radmar first.
Radmar was still the top of the Buddha, but he did not reject them.
That will surely be the beginning of another new step.
Morgan takes the fruit that he bought for dessert from the bag next to him and hands it to Almark.
"Thank you."
When Almark thanked him for it, Morgan said it was dull.
"Let's stop calling Radmar a prince."
"Why not?"
"It sounds like you're making a fool of yourself."
After that, Morgan adds with a smile.
"If Radmar really becomes a prince, I'll call him that."
That's a good idea.
Almark nodded.
"I'll do the same."
"Are you guys still eating out here?"
Suddenly she was called out from behind, and when she turned around, Ain stood with a stunned face.
I have a bag in my hand because I went to the dorm to get something.
"The afternoon session begins. It's our play. You should have seen it from the beginning in the prime seat."
"Oh, I see."
Almark nods as he grinds the fruit.
"Ein, good luck with that."
"Good luck."
That's what Morgan said and waved.
"Don't let them pull you out. Tomorrow, you'll lose your temper and stop playing."
Ain laughs hard and says so, and walks away early enough.
Dropping it off and throwing away the core of the finished fruit, Morgan stretched a lot.
Let's watch the play till dinner.
That's right.
Almark also smiled and agreed, throwing the heart of the fruit with all his heart.
The core fell into a far away bush and became invisible.