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

"... Grandpa, are you okay with your job?

"Oh, you'll be fine. It's like a break after doing what you have to do."

"... then it's good"

"Hehe, thank you for your concern"

While your father has been training lately, he plays mostly on-board games like dealing with commas.

Even so, it's about Grandpa Herzo who does it for me, and basically I'm just moving it around looking at the textbooks by myself.

That's where Grandpa Herzo comes in and it's becoming routine to compete while being taught all sorts of things.

"Speaking of which, Kroto, I hear you're following the unexplored exploration as well."

"... yeah, 'cause it looks like your dad's going"

"When I leave, I can't play for a while"

"... yeah. But I'll do it again when I get back. I think he's getting a little stronger then."

When I say that, I feel very happy to deepen my eyelids.

Grandpa, you really like this game. I wish I had someone else. [M]

It seems like an unpopular game, so I guess it's hard.

... and I can't seem to play with my grandchildren.

"Your family seems to be doing some training, but Kroto, don't you have to stay with them?

"... yeah, it'll get in the way"

I know I'm in a position to take care of myself.

Inai, when your mother is with me, she stops working on it because she tries to take care of me and take care of me.

Sigal, your mother will try to burn my care even when she returns in a helo condition, and she will turn an extra blind eye because there are hacks in the training area.

I don't really care about your father, but I don't want to see that one. That training scares me.

"... and I didn't do anything, either."

"Well, that's it. Kroto, I know what you're capable of, but is there anything new?

"... I can't use it for a grudge because I promised your father, but I've been thinking about how to use my powers"

"Hmm... how to use it, is it"

This black way of using me. Only some beings can bring this down. But I need to figure out a better way to use it than just putting it together.

That's the case with the Huck in the meantime. I hid myself and used it to trap me.

Even Haku opponents who are struck off if they are weak can be handballed depending on how they are used.

If you push as hard as you did the first time you fought Haku, and the only way you can fight with black power, you won't be able to beat him.

Then use your head. Figure out a way to beat him. It is only natural to come to that conclusion.

"... to Huck, because you can't lose. You can't beat him."

I don't know when or how far he can get. But if we stay like this, we won't win one day.

I definitely don't want to lose to Huck.

I didn't care about him from the first time I met him. I didn't know why then, but now I do.

He had already begun to shackle off at that time. So I didn't care because I felt the same signs as I hated being in the past.

But I don't care about that now. I'm sure there's something deep down that doesn't like him, but that's not what matters.

I just don't want 'I' to lose to 'Huck'. That's just why.

I don't want to lose to him, to that woman. Other than that guy, you can lose, so I just don't want to lose to Huck. That's just why it's so nasty.

"Hehe, even though it's just strong Kroto, will you be stronger? That's horrible."

"... Grandpa, you don't think I'm scared at all"

"No way. Because I'm seeing that strength. Oh, scary scary scary."

"... nothing, good though"

Grandpa Herzo never thought he'd be scared. Rather, those eyes are gentle eyes directed at children.

No, Grandpa has grandchildren, and I wonder if he has the right eyes to look at them.

He is replacing me with his grandson, so naturally.

Besides, Grandpa is supposed to be close to the redhead. So you can't shake it to the point where I'm a little stronger. [M]

I can't beat that guy.

Maybe even a full blow won't make any sense. There is a difference in power between that redhead and me. [M]

"... ah"

"Oh, this is... um, what do you do"

Unexpectedly voiced in the hand Grandpa Herzo pointed to.

Listen to that voice. Grandpa notices his bad hands, too. Even though I was guiding him, I was surprised myself because I didn't think it was going to be a good decision.

"... Grandpa, there's an accident."

Moving the comma, listening to Grandpa's troubled roar.

Properly, don't get me wrong.

"Haha, this is here. I'm a human being too, so this can happen. Um, what's the matter? This is tough."

A very entertaining grandfather, roaring that it was difficult.

I guess I'm stacking my hands in my head with my tendencies.

I've been figuring this out lately, but I think maybe this is because they're grandparents.

I do it over and over and over and read about my grandfather's hitter tendencies.

So the fact is, the one-handed continuation of Grandpa's accidental hit right now hasn't really gotten to his head.

I have as many hands as I can because the induction went well, but it is also possible that I might strangle myself if my return hand was unexpected.

"Hmm, this is..."

A rare, long-thinking grandfather. Until now, all I've ever done is make it look like you've been into my guidance and let me be guided again, and I've never thought about it this long.

That's why I got the thought of being rare in the word I just said that I really failed.

"... Grandpa, shall I get you a drink?

"Oh, I'm sorry about this. Then I'll get my thoughts together before you come back."

I nod to my grandfather, thanking him happily, and get out of my chair to go get a drink.

Grandpa's smiling and dropping me off with his face, but I think maybe he's thinking of his hands with all his might.

"... from here, I wonder where it was close"

This castle is huge. Even though there is a transfer device, we do not combine the water field or the dining area in one place, so there is a water field nearby.

But it's because of that, and to give Grandpa time to think about it, let's go to the kitchen and make some good drinks.

Speaking of which, I can't cook or anything. Because the height of the kitchen and the size of the cooking tools don't suit your body, they don't say much about helping.

Yeah, well, if I can do a little bit, maybe my mothers will burn my care less.

... will it decrease? Oh, no. No, I'm not, I'm free for less trouble. Then that's better.

"... let me know when your fathers have time."

I can't because all your fathers are busy right now.

"That's you, Kroto, isn't it?"

"... Huh?

I turn to that voice in surprise.

I had no idea they approached me. I couldn't even recognize its existence until I could speak up.

Slightly similar to me, a relaxed way of speaking. Dark hair to the waist in sleepy eyes that are not always half open.

Is that the name Mirka, this guy?

"... hello"

"Yeah, hello"

... no more conversations. I was just stopped by myself, and I have nothing to say.

I called him over there, but he doesn't seem particularly confused without any sign of saying anything.

I'll tilt my neck and look at it, but there's no sign of movement.

"Hey, Mr. Kroto. You said something strange about me before."

"... yeah."

He was asked abruptly, without any change in expression or atmosphere.

Probably the first time I saw this guy.

The impression at that time has still not changed. Because this guy is obviously weird.

"Kroto, I was going to ask you what you were seeing when you had the chance."

"... because you're supposed to be weak, but you just look strong"

"I want to hear why"

"... you can't have a flesh-bomb battle if it's true. Yeah, not a body that can fight."

In my eyes, the presence in front of me is so weak, it doesn't seem strange to disappear now.

Yet the intimidation I feel from its existence is clearly the intimidation of the strong.

A very contradictory being, but a person in front of you. So I say it's strange.

When she hears my answer, her mouth hangs without a change of expression until now.

Keep your eyes intact, only your mouth smiles.

"I knew I could see you."

"... I don't know, but I know you're weak as a creature."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. That's why I became strong."

Weak made you stronger?

I don't really understand what that means.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's not what I was trying to say. Did you turn that story into a tallow?

"... yeah, I didn't"

"Yes, then I want you to keep it a secret for Tallow to be strong in the future"

"... for your father?

"Yeah, for Tallow."

Can you be stronger father if you keep your mouth shut?

This guy destroyed my black, and I hear he's the one Huck can't beat.

Then maybe that statement is right. But.

"... if your father asks, I'll tell him."

Because I can't feel the point of keeping it quiet.

I'm sure your father will be strong when I say it. Because your father is very strong.

"Damn, that's too bad"

It's a look and voice that I can't feel sorry for at all.

Rather than, it doesn't change any expression or voice, except for the smile I just had so far.

I even find it troublesome somewhere.

"... but unless asked, keep quiet"

"Yeah, that's good. I'm sorry I couldn't. Thanks."

"... because if your father is going to be strong, it's for your father. You don't have to thank me."

"Oh well."

She strokes my head without reading any facial expressions.

I remember your father saying that his expression changes quite a bit, but I can't see any signs that his sleepy eyes change.

"Well, I don't know what you were doing, but I'm sorry to interrupt. Bye."

Taking her hand off my head, she walked straight past me.

"... weird guy... oh, shit, I gotta go get a drink soon"

It's been quite a while. Let's go in a hurry.

Still, I wonder what the power that guy uses.

Looks like it's not the same power your father uses...