"Are you sure?"

"... because it doesn't make sense"

When I asked him back, Nihonium answered with a blast.

Doesn't make sense...... hmm.

That may indeed be the case.

Even if my abilities go all F, I'm not in that much trouble.

Rather, it is becoming a feeling of its ability, and I enjoy this situation in what Sakura calls a "tie-play" way.

You're exactly right that you're not in trouble.

Returning his abilities, in a discarded form, Nihonium returned to his usual seat.

And sitting on the couch with a bumpy look on his face.

In the salon, the scene calmed down.

Until then, we all enjoyed watching Nihonium's actions.

That accelerates the weight of the air more.

I thought I had to do something, and I spoke to Nihonium.

"I wasn't in any trouble at all. I've made less money, and I've had a lot of trouble with special bullets, especially without flamethrows and recovery bullets."

……

"So you don't have to think it doesn't make sense or anything"

I choose words and persuade Nihonium.

I want to get rid of the weight of this air, because of course there is, but that's not all.

For example, without inviting Prunbhum to the Mansion, the more I know about the Spirit in this world, as I go to her every day, the stronger my desire to satisfy my requests, the more I let the Spirits involved do what they want to do.

So does nihonium.

I wanted to do something more because I knew it wasn't filled at this moment right now.

That's what I'm going to tell her.

……

Nihonium looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow and feels like he doesn't have the ear to listen.

This is troubling, very troubling.

"Hey, Plumbum is the spirit's, what kind of man was an old man?

While everyone spits and watches me and Nihonium interact.

It's as if I don't read the air at all, and Sakura has interrupted the conversation.

"Oh, my God, from a stick to a stick"

"I heard you say before that Prunbhum has an old man?

"An old man... I don't know how to put it that way"

"Because you're an old man. See, it feels like a princess who got away with Taro Urashima"

Sakura's metaphor was a poker for everyone but me.

Taro Urashima's story isn't in this world in the first place, so it's natural not to pin it.

I know that. Just did it to me.

"I guess that sums it up differently."

And I just had to give him a bitter look.

"But you're right?

"Hmm, maybe if they say yes..."

Still, I just had to think it was kind of different.

"I mean, why are we talking about Prunbhum at this time"

"No, you've changed something when you listen to me."

"Changed?

"From what I hear, you don't have to be an uncle to be a prumbum, you go every day."

"... Hmm"

"But you're already gonna have to be my uncle."

"... well, yeah"

I thought Sakura was right there.

Since you started interacting with me, it's about time you made something like "Master Ri".

Now it looks like you're already looking forward to seeing me.

"What's wrong with that?

"No, I just want to say that whatever the Spirit wants to do changes a little bit. Even vanadium has changed."

"Oh."

That's right.

"So Nihonium's changing, too, huh? I wish I could have bothered anyone, but now I just want to bother my uncle."

"Oh, sort of? So?"

"Don't you know yet?

Sakura sprayed small.

"I can't believe you only want to trouble certain opponents, elementary school students - young kids do better to the ones you like."

"Huh? No, no, that's..."

"Oh."

"I see."

"I didn't have that idea, but maybe I did."

"Carrots...... get you in trouble?

When I tried to deny it, my people convinced me all at once.

There was something wrong with one person.

And most of all.

"-!"

Nihonium was turning his face bright red, as if he had been poked at a star.

What? Seriously?