Morgan held the stone in his hand.
"Well then, I'll throw it.Almark "
Oh, that's fine.
Almark raised his hand and replied.
Just be strong.
"Really?"
Morgan shrugged his eyes and looked at Almark.
Hmm.
The stone thrown by Almark's eyes was caught by a net of light made by Almark.
As soon as he saw it, the stone flew right through the coarse mesh and onto Almark's face.
"Ah."
Morgan shouted in a hurry, but Almark twisted his neck to make it easier.
The stone rolled to the floor with a loud noise.
"The mesh was coarse and slipped through."
Almark said to Morgan with a relieved face without changing his expression.
As he picked up the stone from the floor, Almark shook his head.
"I can't do this.We need to refine the mesh. "
That's right.
Morgan nods.
"Catching cattle and horses with that net."
"How does the mesh get finer?"
"Imagery"
Morgan taps his temples with his fingers.
"It's a concrete image of a small thing."
Is it a small one?
As he said, Almark threw a stone at Morgen to draw a parabola.
When Morgan waves his hand, the stone is also entangled in the net of light.
"In my case, I imagine the fruit of the carilladoshi."
Morgan said so and laid the stone on the floor, and spread his hands.
"It would be a waste to hold the thrown caliadoshi fruit together, without spilling a single one."
Carilladoshi trees add plenty of small fruit to the tip of their pinky fingers in autumn.
It is a delicious tree nut that can be baked, boiled, or eaten in many ways.
I see.
Almark nodded.
It looks like you.
I can't make it if I'm looking at the flying stuff and making a mesh that matches it.
It would be better to consolidate a solid image of yourself in advance.When the mesh is large, it is made with the image of lifting it up when it is fine.
"I'll try to imagine things.Throw more and more stones. "
"Okay."
Morgan holds the stone in both hands.
"I'm really going to keep going."
"Like"
Almark smiles.
"I often think better with my body than with my head.It's like a real battle, please. "
"No, I'm not afraid to fight you."
Morgan shakes his head with a bitter smile.
"But if you're looking for speed in battle, I know that."
"Thank you."
Almark slightly bends his knees and lowers his hips.
"Morgan, anytime."
Don't fight back.
Looking at Almark's posture, Morgan says with a serious face.
But Almark is cool after all.
That said, Morgan shook the stone.
Every time Morgan throws a stone, Almark's net of light catches it.
But the size of the mesh varies every time.
The stone slipped through the net many times, and Almark sometimes took it by hand, sometimes twisting his neck and dodging it.
Morgan, what's next?
Almark started talking and noticed Morgan raising his hands.
Soon, all the stones Morgan brought were rolling at Almark's feet.
"You've been thrown a long time."
Almark said.
Are you tired, Morgan?
"I'd lie if I told you I wasn't tired."
Morgan walks up to Almark, saying.
"Let's take the place.Now I'm going to throw a stone from here, so go where I was. "
"Okay."
Nodding, Almark looks at the sweat on Morgan's forehead.
Would you like to take a break?
"Yeah, it's okay."
Morgan shook his head.
"You think you can grab something.I can tell by your expression. "
Say that and smile at Almark.
"Let's keep going."
"You really have good eyes."
Almark honestly said a compliment.
Well then, sweeten your words.
Almark stands where Morgan was just now.
When Morgan put the stones at his feet in one place, he held them again in both hands.
"Come on, let's keep going."
"Yeah."
Almark drops his hips.
"Fine. Throw it."
The practice of capturing Morgan's throwing stones in a net of light has begun again.
Morgan hangs around Almark and throws a stone.
Morgan knew how hard he threw it would never hurt Almark.
Even if he failed to catch him with a net, Almark either avoided the stone without suffering or took it with his hands without looking at it.
The image of something in Almark is hardening, and the number of times stones are slipping through the net is obviously decreasing.
I also found out to Morgan that Almark was grasping something that was at the core of his image.
But it's probably far from fun stuff like, for example, the little double-handed nuts Morgan uses in his image.
It can be seen by the ruggedness of its eyes.
The expression itself is by no means steep.
But the moment Morgan threw the stone, there was a moment of danger behind Almark's eyes when he created the net of light.
Morgan throws another stone.
Almark catches it with a net of light.
From his eyes, he peeks again.
Almark in the North.
Morgan knows nothing about the harsh northern world behind Almark.
I did hear from Almark that I was the son of a northern mercenary.
But Morgan didn't really know what it meant.
Mercenaries of the North.
The word is synonymous with a barbaric group of murderers in the south.
What is different from bandits and bandits?There won't be so many southerners who can answer for sure.
People in the south are not particularly interested in people who have been killing each other in poor areas far north beyond the Nakahara.I just have vague feelings of fear, rejection, and disgust.
The feeling is, of course, with Morgen, a commoner in the south.
But there's no connection between that feeling and Almark in Morgan.
Authentic northern mercenaries on summer vacation.
Their atmosphere was quite different from that of the southerners.
Strong adults accustomed to killing people.
Almark did kill them, too.
But it didn't seem to Morgan that they and Almark were of the same race.
That's why Morgan thinks so.
Neither north nor south.
Almark is Almark.
I stopped thinking about difficult things just because I thought so.
A rough Morgan personality that doesn't care about details.
That's why I've failed so many times before.
But I was able to see Almark without any extra preconceptions.
Morgan was grateful for his personality.
From Morgan's perspective, Almark is a strong, gentle, slightly popular, and somewhere offset boy.
I can't say that a boy is everywhere, but I'm sure it's quite different from the image people in the south would have of the son of a mercenary in the north.
However, even such Morgan can't help but recall the harsh environment and experience that would exist behind him on the northern side that Almark sometimes shows.
Like today, there is one image of magic.
Almark's image must be linked to something in the north.
That's why you have such sharp eyes.
I'm not afraid of it, but I don't think it's pathetic.
But Morgan thinks so.
I knew it was cool.
My friend Almark, wrapped in a gentle heart with an unimaginably harsh and painful experience, goes straight ahead.
That's dazzling to Morgan.
That's why I want to satisfy Almark's trust.
Almark narrows his eyes as he looks at the stone Morgan throws.
The dark flames in its eyes.
The next moment, the net of light caught the stone.
An unparalleled mesh at first.
"Great, I didn't grab it."
Morgan made a bright voice.
I'm going to keep going.
Ah.
Almark's nodding eyes no longer see the ruggedness of the moment before.
He looks at Morgan with his usual gentle and calm eyes.
But it's actually there.
I just lost sight of it, and that ruggedness is definitely in Almark.
Both of them are Almark.
That's what Morgen concludes.
"Next time, I'll throw two at the top."
Morgan said Almark smiled.
"All right, I'll try."