The truth is, I wasn't interested in him.
I may have had just a little, but I'm not interested in who's strong or weak, and my brother just followed me along because he seems to enjoy it.
Your mother seems to expect me, but I'm sorry, but I don't have the passion to fight.
I don't like pain, and I don't particularly like war.
The only time I wield power is when something happens that I don't care about.
Your father didn't expect anything from me, and your mother only wants me to grow up.
Even my brother didn't know how powerful I was.
I owe it to your mother for telling me to keep it to myself, but I haven't been aggressive in my training, even when I get violent in the city, and occasionally I haven't shown my mother that I'm attached to her.
I think that's why I ended up recognizing your daughter somewhat.
I was born to use my power to the extent I wanted, just to respond to the demands of my family. Nothing. I had no intention of polishing this power.
Rather, I wish my hard-working brother would be rewarded, so much so that I would have spent it.
I myself am not very interested in the house or the country.
I'm not willing to carry the country, and I'm not willing to get involved in politics.
That's why I'm not willing to go to war, and I'm not willing to get a job fighting.
If you have something to wish for, you want to live with the man you love like your mother.
I really wasn't interested in strength.
"What... this..."
Why is my fist gripped so hard? Why is my arm... this body trembling?
If you tremble in fear, you still know. But this feeling is different. I'm not scared and shivering.
Now my body hurts. I can't wait to break out right now.
His flame-wrapped sword, standing in front of him, has not stopped hurting his body since.
I hardly train like a trainer. What you're doing is working with your mother to the extent you can.
So the same goes for amateurs when it comes to magic.
Yet I can understand just by looking at it. I feel it. That sword is obviously a substitute for jokes.
He raises the sword in the sky, and the sword blooms heavily in the sky with light other than flames.
The power of such a joke as to know that magic cannot be used.
Even so, I get it sensibly. That's still the beginning.
My body says that the power of that sword is not to that extent.
Leaving all that power alone, he seems to be able to afford to talk to Mr. Sigal. That's proof.
I don't know how many times I can hit it, but at least it's not a one-shot grand move.
When I returned my gaze to him as I swallowed that fact, I was smiling and talking to Mr. Sigal.
"... envious"
If I stared at you two, I'd unconsciously leak those words, and I'd be surprised by that myself.
What did I now say I envy?
Because you two are a friendly couple? Because you know it's between those you love?
Or that straightforward expression of affection from Mr. Sigal?
... None of them are. Not that I don't have that feeling either.
It's not like I don't wish I could have that relationship with that guy, just like they did.
But what was on my mind wasn't like that.
"I envy her for being able to compete with someone with all that power at any time."
That kind of emotion I'd never thought about before was on my chest.
I heard a lot about him when I asked her to shut up about the city, and I knew that I felt uncomfortable since then.
Perhaps it was from that discomfort that I asked her to use the magic guiding technician sword.
When I first met him, I couldn't recognize him as' Tanaka Tallow 'because I didn't feel anything.
I don't feel strength from him. I'm not willing to lose at all.
The man she admires as her goal, which her brother calls a monster and finds obviously strong.
I really didn't see him like that.
'Probably a horrible opponent to count among the people I've ever met, I think. I don't know the bottom no matter how long I'm relative. I can't grasp the strength. I only feel weak, but strong.'
I thought my brother's rating was too exaggerated, and this was the answer I gave my mother when I asked her.
Now I know what that word means. He's an anomaly. Obviously something is wrong.
It doesn't look like all that power can wield, and I don't see the bottom of how much power it has.
Instead of the body, the perception of the head came after me now, and the fear mixed with the tremor.
I don't care how you look in front of me. I'm terrified of him because he doesn't seem to be able to do anything.
I fear for him, who is obviously strange as being, and for whom the difference from the senses is too great.
My teeth tremble. I can't feel my legs. My stomach fluids are going to come up and I feel sick.
"- Fight, I want"
Yet I, with my trembling lips, said so.
At that moment, the fear disappeared from my body. The pain from earlier is stronger.
He's complaining about the monster in front of him and wanting to try it with Tanaka Tallow.
Hot sensations circle your body as if blood boils, like something has happened that you've been asleep with.
Well, I've been asleep. You slept all the time because you didn't have someone to fight when you woke up.
You're waking up because you can finally fight, because you finally have a presence to deal with.
Right, I get it. A monster's opponent can't talk unless he's a monster.
"Make a battle your mother couldn't have wanted."
That's what the blood around my body complains about. I'm screaming for full play with the strong in front of me.
- Fight, my heart is screaming.