At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"... was it good?

Away from the boy, walking for a while, my partner inquired.

Probably about the boy earlier.

"... hey, what did you think when you saw that boy?

"What do you mean?

My partner asks me back because the question was too vague.

Sure, I don't care what they say.

I wasn't looking at one thing, because I was dating all day today.

"Did that boy move, did he look like he could do all that?

"No, not at all"

I know what you're up against. My partner answers honestly. The answer is as expected.

Yeah, that boy didn't look like he could do all that.

Of course, magicians are hard to tell by their appearance. Therefore, my skill as a magician is not such an understanding.

But not physically. Physical surgery cannot be deluded.

The boy's physical skills at the dojo were brilliant. The first move was within comprehensible limits of what was somewhat surprising.

Perhaps, until the first move, my partner would have expected it, too.

But not the second time.

The boy's move when he flaunted the surprise was, obviously, a move he knew from the beginning.

I didn't react to my voice and avoid it. The boy looked this way.

It's like that's where the blow comes in, as I knew.

Above all, that blow of a boy. Obviously it didn't seem like a blow released from the boy's body.

It's a blow with a large adult body floating.

If you have a foot on the ground and a firm step in, you might have that too.

But the way the boy struck that time obviously didn't look like that much power was caged.

Above all, subsequent steps in. I can't do that.

Even if that man stood in perfect condition, he's definitely eating it.

Without a doubt, without a doubt, the boy is a strong man.

"Hmm."

With his head on, he remembers what he felt from the boy.

Normally, this is not the case. This has never happened before.

At that time, I had no faith in what was happening in front of me.

It was the same when I saw witchcraft and when I saw that movement.

From the boy, I didn't feel anything.

Usually, I feel signs of a strong man, signs of something I can use.

I can feel what I think will turn into.

But from that boy, I didn't feel anything. I didn't see anything.

- That's what I thought, scared.

"Knock."

"What is it, suddenly laugh out"

"No, no, I thought it was funnier now. I was terrified of every boy I saw in the city."

"Is it fear? He was a strong kid, but he was a good kid."

Apparently my partner doesn't have this feeling. Perhaps he accepts the events he sees with his eyes, as they are.

I'm not saying that's bad. Accepting the facts is important.

But I know I can't beat that boy with my head even though my senses only make me feel like I can beat that boy.

Understanding of senses and thoughts diverges. I couldn't grasp the existence of that boy.

It's my first opponent. Who is so hard to understand?

"I was afraid of that boy. I didn't feel like I could handle it with it on hand."

"So much, is it?

"Not then. I'm a little calm now. If you ever get a chance to see me again, you might want to invite me."

Sure, I was scared. I was afraid of that fearsome existence.

That's why I couldn't ask you out. I didn't ask you out. I couldn't ask her out.

I felt like touching something, something I shouldn't touch, and I was scared.

"Now I have no choice but to be scared."

"I didn't look like the kind of kid you'd say that about."

I nod lightly at my partner's words. I'm sure that's normal. I guess that's natural.

I usually do, too. No matter how strong that boy is, he can't have fear or anything.

"At least maybe I could have asked you a name."

"I didn't ask intentionally because you wouldn't, did you fail?

"No, I don't mind. I wasn't willing to ask either then. I didn't even want to be named."

"Really?"

If there's an edge somewhere, do you think we'll name it next?

Carefully, consciously sweating my hands, I make that decision.

"Come on, that's fun. It's all I don't know yet."

"Ha, I don't know much about that."

Continue walking to wipe the hand sweat and return to the rendezvous point with your men. They've stretched out their wings.

It's troublesome to get out too much and get tangled up by stupid brothers. Will you keep me company for a while after this?

Speaking of which, the boy said his family came to work in connection with the ceremony. Then there's no chance we'll meet at the castle at all.

Well, only to the extent that it's possible.

Thinking about it, I see what my men look like. Apparently, they were gathering first.

Waving out loud. Although one still eats something.

"You're the nasty ones."

"Hey."

I can see that the tension until earlier is relaxing.

That's simple, me too.

Well, it's a hassle, but suppose I go home?