White whites standing up from one barrel. Chiyo sits in front of it and meditates, concentrating his spirit.
From the first day of his training as a sorcerer, Tired was wrapping his tongue when he saw Chiyo try to do the assignment he had been given instantly.
It is an initial technique during the initial manipulation of the spiritual body, but no one or other works well from the beginning. At least I wasn't tired and well, and Ayane and the right guard work failed many times, and it took days to be able to materialize and radiate the spirit body in the barrel with the corpse outside the barrel in a shaped fashion.
I knew it, but I have a certain talent. Tired thought he might eventually become a sorcerer who would cross himself over time.
"It's easy, this. I thought it would be harder to train Yojutsu."
Chiyo looks tired and spreads her mouth, showing her white teeth and making her laugh.
"It is a training that combines getting used to dealing with the Spirit with... the spiritual concentration of surgery and... You seem to have some extraordinary talent for both of them. Let's increase the number of barrels…"
Tired opens the chamber, and puts out the barrel that was inside. Inside is a cadaver that is stored using anti-corruption techniques. In its corpse, it encloses a spirit that has been left unbudded by art.
"We have to be careful not to let Chiyo get chronic."
Ayane, who was watching Chiyo's training, makes a rare joke. He also had a smile on his mouth. At first I saw it in my tired eyes like Ayane neglected to talk about Chiyo, but at least not now.
"Chronic heart is an obstacle to growth…"
I answer that with few words of tiredness. He was chronic when he started remembering his surgery and remembered being scolded perfectly by your head, the master.
"I'd like to learn a lot of surgery soon. The art of transformation, the art of enriching crops, the art of eating all the people you don't like all over the place."
"There is no such technique in Shizuno right now...... Knit it yourself."
"Uh, yeah. Is technique something you make yourself?
"Something made by a person's hand and which, if mastered, generates the same paranormal phenomenon - that is… the art. It's different from what Chiyo is born to be capable of... And those who became magicians in public studied and knitted new techniques. Alternatively, improve and enhance the existing technique…"
"Huh, huh. I'd like to be alone as soon as possible."
In fact, it is not easy to knit a new technique. A magician or spell who is not immortal would have at most two or three in his lifetime.
If you are a fairly talented magician, you will knit more techniques, but there are many who encourage improvements in existing techniques rather than knitting new ones in the first place.
"Master Osiko, you're really already a grandfather, aren't you?
Chiyo reads what he was tired of thinking and mouths an uncluttered question.
"My original age...... right...... I know the art of keeping my flesh young, so I won't grow old or old..."
"Nice, that. Something's great. Chiyo has always been a child, too, and I want to be sweet. I don't want to be an adult."
"In that sense... I'm not keeping this look... but"
"Then why?
I remember the conversation I had the other day with the right guard piece, tired of feeling uncomfortable.
"Someone I admire told me to stay... because he loved me"
"Yes, it is. You must be a good guy because you like kids. I'm pretty sure Chiyo thinks you're a good kid."
"My first apprentice liked kids too... but he's not a good person"
The meaning of that favorite is also a story in a refracted sense, but I'm tired of accidentally saying it.
"How was the meeting with the right-hand man?
In response to the word first disciple, Ayane asks.
Tired kept his mouth shut for a while and wondered how to answer. To be honest, I just have the impression that I just felt uncomfortable seeing you again. I felt worse than I had imagined before I met you.
I honestly don't really understand the purpose of the right guard work either. The breakdown of the country itself is painful, but the motive is really ridiculous. Though I tried to say that I would decide to deal with it after I met him, honestly I'm not even willing to intervene. I feel like doing it on my own.
"I was able to confirm the stupidity of my broken disciple... again..."
Throw up and throw up with contempt.
"Is that what Lord Starling said?
Ayane asking further. I look into my eyes that have the same color as I stare at myself, and tiredness is nosy. sharp, challenging gaze. I've never seen Ayane look at me like this before.
"... stop looking at me like you blame me"
I learned chest pain and anger at the same time, but swallowed them up and soothed them in a gentle tone.
"Father, it's a lifetime favor. Crusade him."
Put your hands on your face about the tatami, and Ayane begs.
"Chiyo was also sold to his parents because of this famine. The same thing is probably happening in my village. It was a village with only unpleasant memories that abused me, but I won't be comfortable."
Ayane sounds pure righteousness and seems to remember intense disgust and anger at what the right guard is trying to accomplish, but because of the emotions that are not in the exhaustion, I really don't feel comfortable. But on the other hand, there is something distressing about Ayane's unwavering refusal to ask herself to come this far.
"I liked having my father take me to an edge festival. I like the time and space that, you know, a lot of people are laughing and enjoying. If the world were to remain in darkness, many of those who were there might die."
"To strangers..."
Trying to say something negative, Tired stuck around halfway through the words.
Although on a different scale than what the Right Guard is trying to do, tiredness is also frequently slaughtered, raped, and so on, to hell with an unspecified number of strangers.
Ayane's words now sounded as if they included an affair with it. Of course, Ayane doesn't have that intention, but it stimulates me wanting the guilt that is sprouting in my tiredness.
(I would have kicked him out sooner......)
When you are with Ayane, you are attacked by the feeling as if you are losing yourself, causing confusion. Severe heartache occurs.
"Dear Osiko, a good heart and a bad heart are fighting - Now a bad heart wins just a little, but a good heart is crying."
I saw such a tired heart and Chiyo said with a pitiful tone and expression. It was something I didn't want you to say in front of Ayane, but some parts were neat the other way around when Chiyo told me.
"Let me say it again. Even if Father doesn't go, I will. I am not far from my father by my power, and may not extend to my father's first disciple, but I still know that I want to help the star charcoal people. No... even if Father is going, I will, too. It's a lifetime favor. Give me permission to fight."
"Ok......"
Tired of the Ayan sound with his head hanging, he reaches out and strokes his cheek.
Ayane raised her head and looked tired. He looked down at himself with an indescribably complicated look, but his eyes seemed to dwell in a gentle light.
"Because you wish...... I will fight for it. That's all..."
I meant it, not sarcasm. It's not bad to follow my beloved daughter's heartfelt wishes. And if I say no here, I'm certainly going to regret it, as Ayane said. However, the reason I regret it is because of my loss to Ayane.