Ilmiss sighed as if he was frightened when he saw Almark, who now began to turn his shoulders.
"Is it going to be a game with that body?"
"I can't tell you anything without trying."
Almark smiles at Illmis.
"Because losing nothing doesn't mean you're going to die"
If this is a real battlefield, retreat is naturally one of the choices.
Even though it's not a situation where you can't escape, if you can't fight, if you lose, it means the end of your life.
If you decide to fight, you must win no matter what.
In that case, it is often better to retreat.
But a martial arts tournament is a serious battle with no exchange of lives.
Even if you lose, it's another defeat you can take back.
And above all.
"My people are waiting."
Nelson, Morgen, Leido, and Leila.
Almark thought of the four faces.
Fellows who swore to win together.
Would one pair versus three games have been over by now?
It's subtle in time.
I'm sure you're all up to it.
"I'm the leader. You can't just not go."
"Do you want to join us?"
Almark nodded as Illmis smiled and said with his face.
"Yes, just join us"
Continue smiling.
"But I think I'm gonna win."
The redness is returning to Almark's face as early as possible.
"I acknowledge your resilience. But it's just dangerous to force yourself with that magical exhausted body. As a teacher, I can't give you permission as it is."
With that said, Illmis takes the little tweezer out of the sleeve of the robe.
Contains loose green liquid.
"It's a boiled potion of Dr. Celia's cure. If you have the courage to drink this."
Ilmiss shakes the vibrations in front of Almark.
"Let's admit to participate"
"Should I drink that?"
A clapped Almark receives a clap.
But it was the moment I opened the lid.
"Kahu."
Almark scratches.
At some point, Illmis covers his nose with a sleeve of robes away.
"What is it, this? It smells terrible I've never smelled. So much so that the smell of them just now seems completely decent."
I told you it was potion water.
Ilmis answers.
"I've condensed Dr. Celia's water tens of times. If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't feel like drinking."
Because of the covering of his nose, Illmis says in a cuddly voice.
"But it works great. It's not immediate, but the magic will heal a lot faster. Are you ready to drink that for your people?
"I'll drink!
Almark responded instantly.
Not if you breathe with your nose.
Be prepared, hold your breath and try to drink it.
Drink it, puke it, it's not working.
"Wow, I know."
I breathe the odor into the clap I answered, and I peel.
"Doctor, before you drink, don't talk to me,"
Protesting while coughing, Illmis replies with a serious face that he needs to check the conditions properly before starting.
"I'll drink. Please don't speak up anymore."
"I know."
Almark held his breath and drank the liquid down into one breath.
Awesome, hard to describe taste and smell.
His stomach cramps and resists trying to refuse to receive it, but Almark pressed it in for tears in his eyes and managed to indulge without throwing up.
"Brilliant."
Ilmis slaps his hand.
"That's the leader."
"No......"
"Oh, of course, don't expect anything strange because that potion water has no effect on martial arts"
"I know."
Almark strokes around his stomach for a while before lowering his head to Illmis.
"Thank you, Doctor. May I have this?"
Irmis received a stick of wood offered by Almark.
"Well, let's keep it once. But you probably won't want to stay with me for long."
Illmis says as if he was willing to stick the tree itself.
"Can you go alone?"
"Yes. I also got Dr. Celia's medicinal water, and I'm fine. I need to talk to you about Wallis."
That's what I said. When Almark tried to walk out, there was a voice coming from behind.
"Almark."
Turning around, Wallis was getting his upper body up with a spicy face.
"You noticed, Wallis"
Not responding to Almark's words, Wallis takes off his robe and top.
"So going would be too bad to see"
Wallis points me out, and Almark remembers that his clothes are slashed off his back and, on top of that, he's covered in blood.
"I'll lend you my clothes. I have another robe, so you can give it back later."
Wallis, naked in his upper body, says so in the usual class commissioner tone, throws his robe and top round to Almark and gives it to him.
"Thanks"
While thanking him and receiving it with both hands, Almark noticed that the bandage was still wrapped around Wallis' right arm, just like the day of the division.
Reminds me of Wallis' battle earlier.
Perhaps that darkness was out of there.
"Well, I'll borrow it. Wallis, I'll fight for you."
said Almark.
"Before, I'm sorry to hear why you don't want to go to a martial arts tournament"
To that word, Wallis sees Almark's face.
"You really wanted to leave, too. But I figured it out today. I'm sure there's something I don't understand."
Sorry, Almark said again.
"It's not about you apologizing."
Wallis told him to throw up, keeping his spicy face.
"If that's what you think, come and win it fine"
"Okay."
Almark wears a Wallis top and robe.
"I'm coming. Dr. Illmis, I'm coming."
Almark turned his back on them and walked out.
It's a slow walk, but its footprint is solid.
"... he's a tough kid. Don't you think so, Wallis?"
Ilmis sees Wallis.
"... I don't know what you're trying to say"
Wallis answered that without looking at Irmis' face.