- That was two days before the drift guards headed to Halshwart.
"Heh. Is there such a handy weapon?"
"That's a wow, huh? Try and get it somehow."
"Oops. If that's what you really are, I don't care if the soldier blows a bubble at the chanter Maggie guys."
Those who bicker, those who are interested in playing bills, those who fall asleep, those who count the gold coins earned.
In the narrow indoors, face-to-face boys, such as bad boys, had thoughtful times.
Usually they hang out on Dealey's back streets and road ends day and night, but this is how they often gather in their fellow houses in the winter. Tonight, as usual, the spare time people were enjoying themselves appropriately from no-one.
"Hey, it's Tris. Can't you get it anyway? Uh, what is it... uh... yeah, is it called a handshot or something"
One of the hand tags and a glance tells a story to a boy with a gold account at a remote desk.
"Oh? You can't. What kind of guy actually has that around here?... Soon."
Tris glanced at one corner of the room with the gold coin he had finished counting, answering so.
Miscellaneously loaded with blankets, there's one young man lying on his back and falling asleep. I didn't make it slight, but I wasn't asleep, and those too sharp eyes kept staring at the ceiling with nothing.
Tris releases a topic to him like that.
"Wouldn't you have heard something if it was you? You knew him about that horror, about the guerrillas, right? It's Edvin."
seconds to put between.
"... uh? What? Did I say something?
Edvin Gaul, who remained asleep, seemed to finally realize that he had been spoken to.
"Chip, it's me. Damn it."
When Tris clasps his neck, Edvin rises to a hundred million hijacks. And keep walking towards the entrance and exit doors.
"Oh? Where are you going, Edvin?"
"Return"
"Huh? Hey..."
Shortly after I said something, he opened the door and left.
"Wow, it's cold."
Everyone trembles into the outside air that has been blown in by the replacement.
"What? Nori, isn't it bad, Edvin's guy...... ho, Draw"
"Shit, that's not even the day... I got that"
"Yeah!? Oh, my God, I'm not following you. - Shit."
Tris stared silently at the door as he listened to the conversations of his friends.
……
Edvin and I have been dating for several years, and together we have been friends who have dived the training ground more than once.
From such a buddy, Tris, he's stupid and straight line, no matter how bad. It's bloody and belligerent, and the fight is doomed. They call it 'Mad Dog' or something in college, but what a nickname for you.
Unconcealable personality with no back table. If you are dissatisfied, smack it and defy it from the front.
So unusual.
(Edvin's bastard... is there anything bothering you?
It could have been the first time as far as Tris knew that he looked tingly like that but kept quiet.
"Hmm......"
When the money on the desk was pulled together with both arms at once, the jarring and flashy metal noise echoed into the narrow room.
"Tris, you earned it, didn't you? Enjoy yourself."
The bad boy gives Ni a challenging grin back against his teasing bad tone friend.
"Who will do it for free? But I'll give you a chance."
He pulled his chair to the place where he was playing bills and sat down in the form of dokali and interruptions.
"It's a thousand escs a battle. It's up to you guys to make it free."
With fellow cheers, Tris just stays on track. You'll have something. There's nothing to do with Edvin.
It is not a pattern of familiarity. That 'mad dog' is my partner, my comrade.
If necessary, I'll bring the story from the other side. It happened in the summer, like an incident in which a college girl student went missing.
You're not saying anything, which means you don't need help. Or that I can't help it to the extent of Tris.
I don't feel some remorse there, but I'm not willing to pull my partner's leg with crap.
That's why Tris stays where he always is.
If that warrior has relied on himself, so that he can move instantly. If you've accomplished anything big, so you can listen to your brags.
Keep up the routine so you can deal with whatever happens right away.
"I always did, but I don't take a bump. It's just a quick payment."
I'll help you, I'll celebrate, it'll cost you money in the end.
Tris, aware of the bastards, decided to make some money, as usual.
Edvin's thoughts were sinking into darkness as he walked through the city on a cold night.
Maranje. You can't be such a monster. Stronger.
How long has it been since I fulfilled that feeling that resembles a rush?
Edvin Gaul has recently returned to me something like that.
(... not even to think about it)
Ever since I met a boy named Arishi-kun. Black hair and black eyes. Even though his back length is no less than ten centals lower than his own, his flesh boasts strength such as grudges and demons.
Edvin's trump card, the stubbornness of not even a scatterbomb. Enough leg strength to lose sight of nearby. And your arm strength to beat your opponent down with one blow.
Now I can only say that it was nothing but reckless, such as blowing a duel on that man.
But it is true that the goal was set because of it.
The anecdote of the hero Geisserius is not an excessive exaggeration. It's not an absurd fairy tale or anything.
He said that one day he might be able to reach it, it's a dream and a public statement 'you can do it' thing.
Yes, my heart jumped.
But you'll soon be able to poke at reality.
People cannot do anything without the divine chant Oracle. In the end, Geisserius and Shiatsu are special. Edvin Gaul, at least, said it wouldn't be classified there.
Ever since I met Lifeguard, I tried to train myself while doing his imitations. I did gain strength in my arms and strength. But will that be the element that affects victory and defeat in battle? If you ask me that, I have to say no.
Some final things like individual physical strength in a battlefield where the brilliance of an attribute is disturbed and fired upon violently. By working out seriously, I even felt like I was winging to recognise the fact of rejection.
……
Edvin drops his gaze in the palm of his hand as he walks through the city on a chilling night.
If you remember, a small fireball appears according to it.
Warmly shaking oranges can be treasured in cold weather like this.
Nothing, I'm not scorning the power of the divine chant Oracle. It is a grace given by God and indispensable in living. I have no objection to that idea.
But can it be a personal testament? Can it be called the crystal of effort?
No, then the faithful Claire and others must be angry as if it had exploded.
(But...)
There are familiar examples.
I'm not motivated in the first place. I tend to skip lectures, and it's quicker to count grades and stuff from below. Such Edvin entered Midir College because of his parents' recommendation.
College to modify the treatment of the Divine Chant "Oracle", gathered by those recognized for the cultivation of the Chanter "Mage". If you graduate here, there will be a wide variety of options for the future. Being a civilian but becoming a palace servant, living a life unrelated to danger and poverty is also never a dream. If you are a parent living around Wang Capital, it is only natural that you would want to include my son in this college.
You need to take the exam on admission, but the most important thing there is the total amount of soul and heart strength "Prarna" that the individual encloses. If this is more than stipulated, even idiots can qualify for admission. Edvin thinks that his passing proved it even if he didn't want to.
I mean, all the qualities you were born with. A value that is fixed at the time of being raw in this world, that cannot be overridden.
(... Whatever, he fell off. No hard work, no shit.)
I've been close since I was a kid, there was a certain boy.
He's the opposite of Edvin, and he's very, very introverted. He was smart, he didn't like exercise, he liked the Divine Chant "Oracle" related books, and he was the kind of boy he always carried. When I was a kid, I was easily bullied by bad kids in my neighborhood because of my weak personality, and I used to help them.
'You don't have to be able to exercise. We humans have the Oracle of Divine Chanting.
Like a cliché, proudly, repeat those words.
It contrasted with Edvin from what to what, but that's probably why we buried things that we don't have with each other, or vice versa.
About two years ago.
When he turned fourteen and also gained knowledge of the Divine Chant "Oracle," the story of challenging the memorable Midir College exam was lifted.
"Ooh, come on."
There will be nothing wrong with this Galilee kid. Edvin, who was perfectly at ease and with other personnel,
"Because of this, you can take it."
I can't even think about it, my mother's word. Apparently, depending on the soul and mind power "Prarna" you possess, there is a "maybe". Edvin didn't even know that because he wasn't interested.
I wouldn't even take it, but in case there is, can we stick together in the same college for a while?
I duly agreed from that casual thought, and both of us came to the entrance exam together - as a result, only Edvin passed.
There was no drain on that boy. Writing, practical skills. Only the soul and mind "Prarna" fell just below the prescribed amount.
Edvin is its opposite pole. Although the writing and practical skills were not complimented in the end, the soul and heart strength Prarna greatly exceeded the prescribed value.
... Even here, they were the opposite.
"Good for you, Edvin. Congratulations. '
His face is so full of emotions that I don't think he's uttering a word of celebration.
"Why can't I take you for a living?"
I'm sure that's what you wanted to scream about. I'm glad you yelled at me.
But he never spit out such grudges until the end. He was an honorary student everywhere.
And it started unexpectedly, which for Edvin is arguably an unwillingness, a college life away from home. One sabbath day I returned to the King's Capital, not to mention in an environment full of honorary students of a different colour than myself.
... I found out that that boy had moved to a distant city as a family.
(After all, "Oracle" is a gift)
It does depend on the effort, the accuracy changes to look different.
But the bottom line remains the same.
Not even that Belgrette, not far from 'Penta'. Just as he was supposed to be obviously more qualified than he was, he was casually sieved off.
An irresistible 'off the hit', determined by God's whim.
Let's do his part that I couldn't get into school, I didn't care more for Edvin. I didn't even wake up.
Seeing as the hard-working man was not recognized and kicked down, I only learned the limits of the Divine Chant "Oracle" … the irrationality of the world.
……
Crush the swinging fireball with your palm and hold your hands in your trousers' pockets.
Then something touched my fingertips. I thought you had something in there, etc., and I took it out, and it was a student notebook for the college.
A testimony of a student at the College of Midir, bearing his name, attributes, etc., and the stamp of the College Director. A sign that everyone belongs to that school building….
"Keh."
Why is something like this in my pocket in my personal clothes? Feeling frustrated with his appropriateness, he pushes him into the rampage. To seal.
and me, walking downtown Dealey looking down.
It's not fun to do anything these days.
I still want to be alone now, and I came out to the Tris saying things like going home, but now what are we going to do tonight? Spend time in a store around there, or roll into someone's place. I don't even know that. It was like he was implying his future halfway through.
"... chip"
When I realized in the first place, I was always off the backstreets where I was hanging out and strayed into a compartment that didn't normally come.
The city of Dealey is also distracting. If you stretch your legs a little, you may get to a place you haven't even seen.
The moment I bent over the corners of some buildings, I had a shoulder bump with someone who seemed to have come from across the street.
Normally, you can either stare hard, or you can fight a battle depending on your opponent, but I don't even feel that way right now. It's like trying to make a mistake without even looking at the other person's face.
"Hey, wait, you son of a bitch"
They weren't willing to miss it more. They grabbed my shoulder from behind.
Looking back, it was a pair of young men. Age won't be so different from Edvin's. I thought he was a deliberately tangled or seemingly outlaw, but unexpectedly he was a decent young man of his own.
"I didn't bump into you. My shoulder hurts, it's coming off, brother."
"Uh, you should apologize, Chili head. This guy was at the Oracle College of Divine Chanting in Bulkfort. Bad behavior, dropped out of school, I'm a problem."
I see, Edvin is convinced.
Because of the qualities of Maiji the Magician, he is not afraid of outlaws.
There are so many clues that a decent technique cannot be used and can lead to a villain collapse. And from those who possess the qualities of the chanter Mage, it's not enough to take such a bad guy or anything. Look, you must have decided that Edvin was such an easy opponent, too.
"Ha."
"Oh? What's wrong with you, Exploding Head? You're an idiot, so you didn't understand what he said? I was a candidate for Mage the Wingman. I don't know how many bad kids like you can beat."
With intimidation, he runs his gaze around with a flicker. I'm guessing you're checking to see if we have company here.
"Don't be vain. Don't worry, I'm all alone."
"Ah? Who's in the vanity, you bastard?"
I'll tell you kindly, you mean to intimidate me, or the man sprinkled a vacillation and electric shock on its right hand.
How to keep your own information secret and control the readings to get ahead of you. That is the iron rule in the battle of the chanter Mage.
It was already obvious at the moment that this man, who would reveal his own attributes before he started, did not even have decent combat experience. I guess I can only beat those who are weaker than me.
After breaking through their thinness, Edvin laughs deliberately.
"Better than that, how are you nervous? Are you so proud of the fact that you fell out of harm's way to the chanter Mage? Hutu can't be ashamed of himself for bothering to talk about it to the first person he meets."
It could have been a bit of a drift protection thing. What do you mean, you've been affected?
"... you bastard"
The two eyes sat down and the signs changed.
But Edvin laughs like he made a fool of himself everywhere.
"Ola, come on, you magician. Maggie's broken."
That's how a heartfelt crappy fight began for a bad boy, arguably a hobby.