Shinka no Mi

It's been a month since I was supposed to help Mr. Lanze and let the Lewis see his skills and magic training.

I spent the past month shopping with Salia and Al and receiving simple crusade requests such as sampling system requests and slimes.

I have not told Salia and Al what happened inside the royal castle. That's what I promised.

But I told them that they were going to help me train my skills and magic as a prize for the Wang Du Cup.

At that time, for some reason Al had a harsh look on his face, and Salia had a look that seemed complicated. What's wrong with it?

Lune has been eating and walking well in the outhouse with me since then, not even going back to Roba.... I don't have to worry about the money, but Lune's appetite sucks. Eat more than double mine lightly...

Whatever it was, it was me having a full day, but I was supposed to go out today because of some errands.

The errand is the Carasty Painting Games.

There's no way we're not going to see this tournament because Clay and May will be there.

I told Salia and Al, and Lune, that they would all follow me, so we were on our way to the venue together.

"Painting, hey... I don't know. It's the world..."

Al joins hands behind his head and spills like that.

"Hmmm...... maybe I'm not sure either. Do you know Makichi?

Salia, who responded to Al's words, asked me, so I answered honestly.

"No, honestly, I'm not sure either. You don't even know Lurne, do you?

"Huh? I understand, don't I?

"Ha!?"

In return, I speak unexpectedly. Even though he's a loba... he said he can understand art...!?

Then Lurne answered with her chest stretched.

"Art... I mean, it's a meal"

"Okay, you don't get it."

I was relieved by the same Lulne.

Then, as he walked around telling stories he didn't love, he arrived at the venue of the tournament.

"You do it here..."

The place where the Carasty Painting Games were held was the square where I first met May.

There are usually many dewstores open, but not a single one today, instead it was overflowing with huge stages and many people.

"It's awesome...... I guess this isn't all a participant, but I guess there are a bunch of painters in this"

"Hey, Makichi. Don't you have to meet him, Mae?

That's what Al asks me when I'm surprised at the number of people gathered at the venue.

"It's okay. Besides, it's hard to find with the amount of people this guy's got, right?

"Sure..."

Al also laughs bitterly at the number of people.

But...... that's really a lot of people. Because of that, there are a lot of awesome people out there.

For example, someone dressed like a clown. With all this density, you just can't perform.

There were many other freaks like the ones I hadn't seen in this city, such as people in unspeakable design clothes and people carrying weird sculptures.

"That's the artist... self-expression greed is hammering..."

Suddenly I heard an announcement, like when the King's Capital Cup, when I was in battle with the people around me unwittingly.

'- Thank you very much for waiting. We will now host the Carasty Painting Competition'

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "

After the announcement of the young man, those in the venue thrived.

"Wow! That's so hot!

"Right... I just didn't think it would be such a thriving tournament..."

I agree with Salia's impressed voice.

Both Al and Lune were similar, bewildered by the cheers from around them.

'Well, let me now introduce you to the judges of the Games. It is the painting genius - Master Leon Berger - who has established numerous painting methods that will judge the tournament now.'

After hearing such an announcement, I heard a surprise from around me.

"Ugh, you're lying!? Is that [Painting Saint] Leon!?"

"Not only has it now spread the abstract painting that has become famous, but it is also a pioneer in melee and shadow painting methods and so on..."

"It's like they say that his presence has advanced modern painting for a hundred years..."

I'm surprised at what's whispered in my little voice.

Even the usual technique for Earth painters is different in this world, so if you created a technique in this world that I know of, that would be a pretty amazing person.

I mean, Berger is my family name, like I heard somewhere......

If you can't remember where you heard it, just like the Wang Du Cup, one old man was shown by a magic projector in the air.

I guess that old man with a soft grin is the one named Mr. Leon. I can tell from my face that I'm old but used to be handsome.

Mr. Leon then speaks in a gracious voice.

"I'm looking forward to your best work with your passion."

"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" "

More enthusiasm than just now engulfed the venue.

Wow. That's all this old man must be longing for for for a painter.

'Thank you, Master Leon. I would now like to move on to scrutiny. Regards, number one'

Thus, the Carasty Painting Games began successfully.

One unfortunate thing, however, was that there were so many people that they could not get close to the stage and could not appreciate the work properly that they had no choice but to confirm it with footage shown above.

I just have to break this off because I have no choice.

We managed to look at the footage over the sky and there were a lot of pictures out there. Those were really different, from some paintings that depicted landscapes that were so realistic that they were likely to go wrong with the real thing, to paintings that, like Clay, depicted things that I wasn't sure about.

And Mr. Leon was carefully appreciating each and every one of those pieces and teaching them both the good and the bad.

All the evaluated participants looked thrilled because they don't just point out the bad, they also point out the good.

'- Well, there's two more things left to do. Okay, the next one. Nice to meet you'

And after the announcement told him so, it was a grand foothold clay that appeared on the stage.

... Oh well! If you think that's the family name I heard somewhere, it's with Clay's family name!

When I realized it now and was surprised, I heard voices from around me.

"He is the grandson of [Painting Saint]..."

"You're just as grand as you look."

"Uhm... what kind of work are you putting out...?

Guys, I'm paying attention to Clay's work.

I don't really understand Clay's painting, but for the artists around me, I guess not.

With that in mind, look at Clay as he was shown above.

Then, both vertically and horizontally, pieces about twice the height of Clay appeared, covered in cloth.

"So, you're not big? The other paintings, they were smaller, right?

That's what Al asks next door for so much decadence.

... for a short time, but I wasn't too surprised for me because I know Clay has a lot of confidence in himself.

"Clay Berger, please name your work"

When the announcement prompted him to do so, Clay spoke with dignity and took away the cloth placed on the work.

"The name of my work… it's [art]!

Coming out from under the cloth was a bright red sun, painted on a bright white drawing board.

Yes, it is the 'Sun'.

"Oh, that painting of Clay... decent, so...!?"

'... I wonder why. I feel so stupid right now...'

I was surprised from the bottom of my heart that Clay, shown in the footage, grumbled with a seemingly complicated look.

Whatever, it's just a painting of a triangle like he said [a painting of a maiden staring at a sunset on the beach and thinking of him] or something?

That was the painting now projected in front of me, burning bright red, a huge sun.

"Makichi, your friend, you paint awesome pictures."

"Yeah, yeah! Beautiful sun!

Al and Salia are also surprised by Clay's paintings.

"Hmmm... looks like an apple to me..."

Mr. Lurne, that's just you.

Nevertheless, the sun painted on a bright white drawing board... it's like a Japanese flag.

I've thought about that, but no one will be here to see it.

"Mr. Clay. Now let's introduce the work. '

'Fine! First of all, what I put into this work was my thoughts on art! This thought of burning hot and rolling... it's exactly like a match stick fire, isn't it?

What a small thought......!

So it's not the sun!? Match stick fire at that size!? It's the sun to see!? I even draw the sun flares politely!

'That's why my paintings, unlike everyone else, did not paint anything extra. This white board is my body, and the fire in the middle is my passion for art. "

'I see... to my eyes, it looks like the sun...?

"It's a match fire! Don't get me wrong."

"Ha, ha..."

It's Clay. You are you, you're the same...

I thought it was a decent painting, but I ended up reassured Clay that the fine dust hadn't changed either.

Then, now we go into Mr. Leon's review.

Mr. Leon, for a little while, kept his mouth shut but eventually opened slowly.

- I look like a match stick fire, too.

You, too!

I'm stuck with what Mr. Leon said.

You've done a decent rating so far, but you don't have to come here and show the same blood as Clay!?

With a stunned look on his face, he can hear voices from around him again.

"... elusive"

"Oh...... it's elusive"

"That's the grandson of [Pistol], right..."

"I didn't know you would call that a match fire..."

Why are you fighting?

Am I crazy about the average person? Artists are kowaii.

One person is frightened of the artist on his own, Mr. Leon says in a gentle voice.

"Clay... you've been an honest painter for a long time. Sure, it was all hard to understand pieces around, but still, there was something in your drawing, one thought. This one, it looks like the sun, and you didn't call it the sun, you called it the fire of a match stick, because you wanted to describe that moment when one day it would burn out?

'That's right, Grandpa... my life isn't as big as the sun. But in that little life, the sun and the seemingly fiercely burning thoughts... this is my art'

Deep......!

It's awesome, Mr. Leon!

No, that painted clay is amazing.

With Mr. Leon's explanation, I kind of figured out what Clay wanted to express.

... After all, it was an area I don't understand in ordinary people.

Does that mean that I don't even know if I can call it that triangular painting, that I was really drawing [in the sunset, staring at the sunset on the beach, a maiden who thinks of him]?... Yabeye, I have no idea.

"Hehe. Clay... your passion has been well conveyed. So, you work hard to get that thought across to more people than just me… that's your challenge '

'Huh! Ha!

Thus, the review of Clay's work was completed.

That means the next person will be the last person -.

'... Well, here comes the last one. Regards, May Cherry'

- - It's May's turn.

After the announcement, May, who looked nervous to see, appeared on stage.... May, your hands and feet are out at the same time...

In the form that followed May, pieces of the same level of size as Clay appeared covered with cloth.

Seeing May look nervous about the bees, neighbor Al makes a worrying voice.

"Oh, hey... are you okay? That kid. Are you nervous enough to worry about this one watching?

"Uh... yeah, right. But there's nothing we can do..."

Yeah, we can't do anything about it.

That's why you have to get May to work hard on her own.

I stare at May with support in my heart.

'Bye, Mr. May. Name of the work and introduction please'

"Ha, ha!?"

You're getting nervous.

Mae, voiced by the announcement, pinned the dog's tail and made it even stiffer.

But when Mae untied the stiffness on her own, she took a slow, deep breath and was calm.

And...

"Ko, this is my work!

The moment May took the cloth away, there was...

"Heh!?"

Famous for his portrait of the hero Napoleon, he posed the same as Jack Louis David [Bonaparte over the Alps from Mount Saint-Bernard], depicting me crossing the Lulne, a state of Roba...!