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

"Well, will you come... then what about this?"

"... Oh, no"

In the hand I pointed to, the boy in front of me squeals.

I couldn't always read the expression, and the words were always blurry, but I knew I was probably in a hurry right now.

"Did you notice?

"... lost"

I stroke his head mouthing my defeat, staring at the face of the plate.

I'm just trying to comfort the boy who shows a slightly unfortunate sign, but either way, it's hard to tell if his expression is scarce and effective.

"You noticed earlier this time. Do you have any idea where you lost?

"... uh, in three hands, I ran away this way, but I couldn't"

"Correct. You're already out of a getaway. No, I can handle it temporarily, but it won't last."

"... difficult"

The boy is tilting his neck as he returns the comma on the plate to its early line.

Probably rebuffing the issue of the earlier battle in my head.

This play has been a hobby for a long time, so I'm not willing to lose, but his growth rate is eye-catching.

"Kroto, you're amazing. Every time I hit one inning, I get stronger and stronger"

"... but I haven't won a single one yet"

"No, no, no, just do it a few more times and you'll be able to win soon"

This word is not flattering.

I've already done so many battles with him that I don't know how many times.

Even so, time hasn't passed.

This is simply and unequivocally due to his short thought time.

At first, I thought it was because I was hitting without thinking, but I'm not.

He thinks about what he thought would be best at the time.

What he lacks is neither thought nor thought time.

Simply knowledge and judgment material.

We simply don't have enough experience.

As long as we bury him there, he'll be strong in no time.

And I'm sure it'll come alive in other things.

I will be able to use that speed of thought in other places.

"... let's go, okay?

"Yeah, that's good. We have all day off today, so we have as much time as we can."

Respond to the boy's query, smiling.

I was the first one to ask you out. There can be no such thing.

Rarely had I taken a walk in the castle, etc., while staring at the textbook in the courtyard, I found myself hitting it alone, and I called out to him.

There are few people in the castle who play this game, and even if they do it, it's often not the right time.

There was no confusion in inviting people to enjoy the same hobbies for a long time. Even if that's you, Kroto.

No, it's him, maybe he spoke up.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Kroto, who did you get that textbook from?

"... your mother gave it to me. Aroness said he got it when people used to ask him out."

A boy who talks but still proceeds with a pawn with almost zero thought time.

Can this boy do the kind of splitting of thoughts?

Nevertheless, I see, was this originally Lord Aroness's?

That one went first for some reason and was trying to spread the entertainment, for sure.

"Other than this, didn't you have a lot of things?

"... yeah, but this is the most fun"

"Really? Glad to hear that."

"... happy?

"Yeah, we had the same hobby, and..."

So I wondered if it would be extra next time, and I whispered.

I don't think the boy knows what's going on with me, but if he did, he might care.

"... and?

But only then did the boy stare at me with his hands completely stopped and his neck tilted.

I was basically talking to you looking at the plate, only at this time.

Unexpectedly because of that, the honest words leaked out of my mouth.

"He seems to be playing with his grandchildren, it's fun."

"... you know what?"

When you hear my reply, you care about something or not, a boy who turns his eyes back on the board with a look he doesn't understand completely.

I don't really care, I think so. Probably not asking boulders about my details, etc.

It's no fun to say or hear, such as being preceded by a son or grandson.

But when I had such a peaceful time, I missed it and said it.

"... then, if you like, when you have time, deal with him again, Grandpa Herzo"

"-"

I would have casually said it, but a very nostalgic word.

When I once taught my grandson this, he told me something similar.

Regardless, this boy is better than his grandson.

Still, I miss it and my grandson seemed to be sitting there and my eyeballs got a little hot.

"Oh, of course. If I were you, would you let me deal with him?

"... yeah, thanks"

"Welcome, thank you"

It is my pleasure to thank the boy.

The boy looked at me slightly, tilting his neck with the same expression, unable to try to make the meaning of the word, but immediately turned his eyes back to the face of the board.

I don't know, now, I don't want to let this boy go.

It makes me want to leave it in Uml somehow.

Damn, what are you thinking in a good year.

Enjoy this whole time, and be patient with it, you big fool.