Summoner of Miracles

Be as strong as the characters in the game.

This is what poetry has always wanted.

Poetry has always striven to do this, and even challenged a powerful enemy who feared others. Even Ro's true tigers dared to caress it. One can imagine how determined she was.

But, uh...

I'm just an ordinary man, not a sniper who can be really, really ruthless...

Poetry is just about overcoming weaknesses, not being ruthless.

Is poetry in your heart or do you want to be able to laugh and play with your friends, like a normal person, instead of turning yourself into someone else's world?

Just like some patients, they want to cure the illness, just to be able to return to normal life, to be able to run in the sun like others, and to fight for the future, not to fly up in the day and become fairies.

So poetry is what keeps challenging the strong, making themselves stronger and stronger in the game, and making their own minds stronger in reality, eventually overcoming that weakness.

Poetry is about breaking the dark, hard shell that surrounds your heart and freeing yourself from horrible memories.

As long as you can do this, poetry is always likely to abandon itself in the game.

After all, the game itself is just data, it's virtual program code.

Creating such a self, poetry is meant to make her struggle for reality, not to turn into a game self.

Kyouji misunderstood this and seemed to see only the poems in GGO, not the Ashida poems in the real world.

Poetry has long implicitly perceived this, but because Kyouji has no malice, the look at his eyes has always been only good will and kindness. Poetry still maintains a friendship with him until now.

These words, the poem did not tell Kyouji.

Let's just say that there was no need to tell Kyouji.

Kyouji may have some feelings that scare her, but poetry doesn't even think about them at the moment.

She had done everything she could to solve her problems and really had no time to think about anything else.

So...

“Don't say that.” Poetry chose to change the subject and smiled slightly at Kyouji. “Soon, the third BoB competition will officially begin. I should probably go back to the game. What are you going to do? ”

Watching poetry shifted the subject like this, Kyouji's burning eyes dimmed, and the enthusiasm just now disappeared. After a bitter laugh, he smiled.

“Well, I will also go home and log in, although I will not participate in the BoB contest, I will still refuel Ashida students in front of the screen. ”

Kyouji's smile was a little painful.

Poetry is a silent apology in one's heart, one that speaks.

“As a result, you still haven't signed up for the BoB Competition. You are one step away from entering the semi-finals of the Preliminary Competition. You are eligible to enter the Final Competition. After a little effort this session, you will be able to enter the top 30. ”

For this, poetry is truly a pity to Kyouji.

Even though AGI (agile) has gradually been replaced by STR (muscle strength), this does not mean that AGI (agile) players will be eliminated from the table.

Like Dark Wind, he's a Super AGI player, and although he lost to the STR - VIT champion in the last BoB competition, he's also a runner-up, second in all, and he's pretty strong.

Almost half of the top 30 players in BoB's rankings are AGI players, proving that AGI is just not completely impotent without previous incense.

In this way, as long as Kyouji insists on exercising his role, he will one day become someone like the dark wind, and Poetry dares to guarantee that.

Kyouji's technique is still very good. He was able to break into the semi-finals of the last BoB tournament and win the first three rounds. He was defeated in the fourth round because of his opponent's restrained relationship. Otherwise, he would definitely be able to enter the final and qualify for the final.

And once you qualify for the competition, that's at least the top 30 players, which is no weaker than the twenty-second poem in the last BoB competition.

Poetry is still very keen on Kyouji. I hope Kyouji doesn't give up so easily.

Unfortunately, Kyouji just smiled helplessly.

“Ashida doesn't have to comfort me, I know that's my limit, and it's impossible to go any further, unless I'm STR or AGI. ”

Kyouji said something like this.

Of course, poetry still disagrees.

However, as always, poetry does not intend to correct Kyouji.

First, Poetry doesn't really want to meet a mirror in the main race, send a bullet into the head of the only person who can be described as a friend, and second, Poetry hopes that Kyouji will also reduce his love of the game.

You know, Kyouji travels much more than poetry, and when poetry is taught in school, Kyouji often logs in at home, and the total time spent walking can be said to be more than a few times more than poetry.

Such Kyouji doesn't really know if he has time to learn.

Once you don't study, and you can't get into a prestigious medical school in the end, Kyouji is finished.

With this in mind, poetry is also not intended to allow Kyouji to re-establish his excessive love of the game.

“Then I'll go. I'll see you at the game. ”

Poetry stands up.

“Okay, I'll see you on the game. ”

Kyouji also stood up and smiled gently at the poem.

The two walked out of the cafe together and split up on the way to the apartment.

Seeing the poetry was a backdrop of gradual distance, Kyouji suddenly made a noise.

“Come on! Mr. Ashida!” Kyouji shouted out loud: “You must not lose to Master Luo Zhen! ”

Sinathan stepped down.

Immediately afterwards, in his eyes, poetry emerged as cold, determined and resolute as in GGO.

“Mmm!”

The poem nodded heavily.

Thinking of the boy's face, the poem held his hand tight.

Although, Poetry still wants to continue the interrupted conversation with Rosen that day, throw his questions at him again, and get his answers.

But if you can't do that, then poetry doesn't mind at all, with its own black katie, blowing a path to his realm.

By then, the answer will no longer be so important.

(I must be like you, become fearless of anything.

With such determination, poetry speeded up footsteps and went in the direction of one's apartment.

There was only one person left, standing in place, watching poetry as far back as possible.

Long time no go.