Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The sage's appearance never looks like a muscular man.

As my taste in reading suggests, he was a sneaky person.

Such was he, now, not sneaky, through it, sneaky.

Needless to say why.

"... who?

In the same bed, as soon as I saw the girl I was lying with, the sage Nicole jumped up as if the current had run all over her body, and solidified as petrified in a weird position.

Then after freezing for about two minutes plenty, he finally got that word in his mouth.

Then, boyish, when she sits right on the bed.

Remove the round edged glasses from nowhere and hang them.

And with a colorless, transparent look, he replied to the sage's query:

'Good morning, wise man. It's a potentia. While Master Yusha was away, my sister asked me to escort her swordsman, so with all due respect, I will assume her duties as of today'.

Potentia bows politely after saying so.

Then she added another word to the witty looking confused.

'It should be noted that I do not have a specific gender like your sister. Therefore, please be careful not to lust. I don't have that kind of hobby...'

"I don't... I mean, if you're replacing the brave, go to bed with the brave..."

and sage whose words are disturbed, either because his head was bright white.

Potentia then speaks out this objection as he turns his jitsu eyes to the wise.

'I didn't come here just to escort the swordsman. I'm here to learn from you - the wise man - what it should be like to be the wise man.... However, as far as I observe you, your behavior does not match that of the statue of the wise man in me...'

"(Then go home!

'… so we decided to sleep together and learn what a wise man is'

"How can that be..."

Nicole, the wise man who unexpectedly holds his head when he feels that there is a tremendous leap in what Potentia says and thinks.

But it's also about a short time.

He seemed to decide, from her words, to guess who she was, because he didn't remember the name Potentia when he drove it into the corner of his head that he couldn't help but worry.

… as a result,

"Ha... Could it be you... Energia's sister... no, my brother?

It seemed like I could imagine what it had to do with the black side of the battleship, not the white side of the energy, within the huge two aerial battleships that were floating in the mid Eden sky.

By the way.

Potentia and Sage don't mean this is their first face-to-face encounter.

Sure, Potentia has never been transformed into a person in the king's capital of Mid-Eden, but that's not the case in South Fortress, and he must have seen the wise man face to face several times.

Still, the sage couldn't remember about the potentia because there seemed to be such a special circumstance behind it.

Can't you remember me by name? Maybe I can't remember because I don't have much of a surprise memory problem......... oh, with that being said, it looks (...) different (...) than when I met you before. Can you remember this?

Well, if you say so...

Casa, casa...

and the potential to change the look of its entire body, as if the puzzle were to be combined.

And the next moment, I showed up there...

"Boy...? Oh sure, I remember seeing you once in South Fortress..."

He was a boy just like Lucia, who also looked familiar to the wise.

It should be noted that his (...) appearance now, although similar to that of Lucia, seemed to be entirely 'boy'.

Apparently, the words Potentia spoken, no gender, were true.

In the head of the wise man who saw it, something seems to have come up with a question.

"How come you, like Energia, don't look set?

Potentia, who heard it, somehow lays her eyes down and makes this mouth seem difficult to say.

'There are two reasons, one being that she doesn't like it when she looks like Lucia, so she tries to look as different as possible, as a result of a trial and error. The other one...... well, you don't have to tell me. It's my own problem.'

"The first reason alone is enough. So I understood."

and in reply, a wise man with a convincing look.

Potentia, who saw it, changed her appearance again and returned to the girl's appearance.

However, this time, she wore indoor clothes instead of underwear.

"That's convenient..."

'Convenient, perhaps only human beings describe it as. Because these clothes are also made of micromachines, so they are no different from naked.'

When you say so, Potentia sits on the edge of the bed.

And around my legs, when I created the shoes I made with the micromachine, I stood up there.

Then Potentia says this to the wise.

'Then let's come to dinner. Actually, I was looking forward to it. I haven't had a meal made by the hunter lately.'

To that word...

"Right...... Then I'll get dressed now, so stay for a while... No, you don't!

Sage who is in danger and is about to be flushed as it is.

"What the hell, it's not, is it?

"You know what? Potentia. What do you think the Waltz would think if they saw us? I waited in the cafeteria in the morning, and a big man and a girl who wasn't old enough to show up. You see how weird they look at me, don't you? Especially since you're free to change who you are. At first glance, will the waltzes soon recognize you as a 'potentia'?

'If you ask me that, it's certainly possible... The boulder is Master Sage.

"No, I don't want you to name 'Sage' there?

"Well, here's what we'll do."

That's the potential to change your appearance again.

Not resembling Lucia, and even as the waltzes saw it, Potentia changed her appearance to a figure that she would soon understand.

… but is.

At the same time, it was a figure of special significance to the wise.

Of course, instead of the brave ones who aren't here, I imitated him, not that.

Or if it didn't mimic the figure of a swordsman still sleeping well......

It wasn't like we were going to transform ourselves into sage men and act like twin brothers.

So what the hell did Potentia look like?

Casa, casa...

'This would be good, wouldn't it?

It turned into an insect with a big black thumb.

... That's a ton too.

The moment I saw it,

"!?" Gatan!

Back off with all your might, hitting your back hard on the desk that was behind you, but still, sage climbing on the desk in pain.

Apparently now he was, hopelessly, not comfortable with the appearance of that black insect.

'What's wrong?

"No, hey, that's all...!

'... when you wake up in the morning, is it something that climbs on your desk close to naked and dances?

"Chi, no!?

'Then don't be ridiculous, we'll be quick, won't we? Because delicious meals will be cold.'

With that said, carry the sage's clothes that were on the pillow, using the insects created by the micromachines….

At the same time, a potential man possessed by a wise man who was on his desk and tried to force himself to carry about him.

"Ya, stop...!

At that time, a wise man who could not resist the micromachines seemed to cramp several times, bicumbicum...

Soon thereafter, it appeared to have become suddenly quiet.

"Are you sleeping twice? You have no choice...... I can't wait till I wake up, so let's try to get him dressed and head to the dining room.... With that said, how do I put this clothing on?

But the figure of those who answer that question is not there.

In the end, Potentia decided to go to the dining room where breakfast would be served, dressed appropriately to the quieter sage.

It should be noted that, at that time, the potentia seemed to have completely abandoned the swordsman who slept in bed.

Is that because I knew the swordsman was sleepless, or because I had a special reason...

For detailed reasons, it is unknown.