The first night of the selection competition. In half an hour, around the time the date should change.
If you go into the woods around the cottage and clear your ears, your eardrums will be tickled by the sounds of insects reminiscent of the season's wanderings. If we went through it, there was a lake in front of us that reflected a brilliant moon in the night sky.
Holoro dressed lightly and left the cottage alone, waving pale and bare by this waterfront. Though I slept on the bed once, when I thought back to the final game of the day, I was somewhat upset and unable to sleep.
To distract him, he brought a knife from the house - a beauty under the moon - out here.
That Solquin you lost, as soon as that guy vaporized brilliantly, it was so light...
As much as I want to ask what the hell the game was until then...
When he stopped his hand after thinking about it, he quietly bowed down.
"I know what it's like to work out a photon... but"
Holoro started practicing as he was.
When he became able to recognize his photon as a form with a complete sensation, what he spent a month training was chi technique, and what he aspired to was mastery of brilliant vaporization.
The feeling of bumping photons with different flow orientations in the body and forcefully putting them together in a spherical shape - such is the ink of John's so-called "very well worked out".
Two, a complete feeling that also became functional unconsciously taught that there was someone in the shade nearby.
"... is anyone there?
"Oops... you felt it, my beautiful sign. That's troublesome...... you still mean my beauty is clean to hide or not"
It was the sixth Django who showed up with a self-indulgent attitude with a jerk. Even though he looks like a cloak of heartmark pants, without shame, he even has the impression that he's rather full of confidence.
"... you know, Django, it was you... why a bunch of pants?
"Oh... that's what my beautiful soul ordered me to do."
"Why are you here?
"If I had sharpened my beauty in a beautiful night forest, more beautiful signs would have inspired my groin."
When the response feathered the anticipation diagonally, Holloro realized it was just useless to deal with him properly.
"Oh, yeah, I mean, it's a coincidence?
"You know what, you're a hollow guy, right?
"That, did I say my name?
"What are you talking about, keep such a beautiful game. After your game, the audience has been holding on to your story for a while. The guy you beat was last year's Westerner."
"Yes, you were!?
Holoro is stunned by the facts he has been informed.
I was compared to the serious look on my face during the game and the dumb side of it now, and even laughed at by Django.
"You're not gonna do the rest, you were trying to work out a photon, weren't you? Don't worry about me."
"Oh, yes... are you going to watch?
"Can't you?
"No, you can't..."
I might play a game with this guy the day after tomorrow. [M] Well, okay...
Holloro began to concentrate and practice, even though he did not interpret it in any way but thought it was not enough to take it.
"Oh my God... I practice more photons than I do... the signs I felt yesterday weren't a mistake, haha, this is just Victory! Mm-hmm!
"Oh, you know, will you be quiet?
"Oh, I'm sorry, your photon inspired my heart, it's already freaking out..."
Forcefully re-attentive, he begins to practice repeatedly, and Holoro deepens his concentration. I learned the feeling that something warm gradually spreads from the center of my chest to the tip of my hands and feet, where practice fills my body.
At this point, his physical abilities had improved considerably over and above those obtained by physical emphysema.
In the past, when Nene played a game with Alan, she was able to exert the power of divine speed because she had extremed this state of affairs. I didn't pay attention to brilliance because I spent all of the power I gained from practicing on my strength for acceleration.
But what Holoro is aiming for is brilliant vaporization, releasing practicing chi out of the body to wrap the whole body. The force gives the ability to further improve physical abilities and tremendous defense.
"... you, what are you doing from now on, isn't that enough to work out?
"That's, uh, yeah..."
Holoro just shuddered into small pieces with his forceful face as he filled his body with practice. It was like a constipated human stomping on his face in the toilet.
As a matter of fact, he spent the past month without being there first.
Brilliant vaporization has something like a trigger.
Some sensation is similar or nearer, but it is also ultimately only personal.
What he was taught by John for reference was the word 'strong will'. And if you remember to activate even once, it was two points: you're free and free in the future.
"Maybe you, that's all you've worked out, you can't be brilliant?
"Yeah, actually... I'm going to think about it a lot when I'm taught that strong will triggers..."
Approximately the Django that squeezes his eyes, Holoro releases his concentration and drops his shoulder.
"... that's what happened when I was taught, that strong will is the trigger. So, what do you want?
"Oh... well, that's... being a sweet knight, I guess..."
Holoro sounded terrible, but he ran out of words.
"... that's far from what I think. That, in other words, is vague, aspirational as a dream of life. My trigger was vague, too, but closer than yours. You can call me Nori on the spot."
Django, with a retrospective meditation, speaks of advice.
"This is my dream?
"Beautiful I will remain beautiful...... that was my trigger. What do you say, you're vague? But it's actually in my hand, so I wanted it to be strong. I'm beautiful, as you can see."
"Sure, this sweet knight of mine may still be out of reach just thinking..."
"Don't think too hard, good and evil have nothing to do with a strong will, don't just look ahead, think of what you can reach, then you'd win a great vaporization, wouldn't you?
This Django attitude seemed unlike anything ever thin.
Whilst Holoro is happy to advise from him, why is he sending salt to his enemies? I also thought.
"Hey, how can you tell me... we might fight the day after tomorrow?
"That's a stupid question, you know that?"
Django sparkled his white teeth, offered him his dressed hands, and continued.
"I've been interested since I first met you... if I bump into your photon, I can be more beautiful. I want to fight you to the best of my ability. Come on, take your hand, Hollo-Fioziante, I'll take down Void tomorrow, and I promise I'll fight you the day after tomorrow."
"... you're kind of an easy person to understand even though you're new to each other. I'm sure you're serious, right?
"It's obvious, I'm only telling the truth... what about you?
"All the best, seriously...... let's fight. I'll wait for you."
The night when the firm handshake and the covenant were exchanged, they went further.