In the end, it was left to Curimet to write what story.
Once again after the script was ready, it was decided to discuss who would do what role and decide.
"Didn't you snort at Norish's proposed sad love story, the Curimet one"
Nelson blurs.
"No. I wonder how it went. I don't think he snorted in the Morgen Forest Taste Collection Story."
When Almark says, Nelson sighs like a shudder.
"You bet, what the hell. Tell me the taste collection story. But don't feel like it's going to be a plain romantic thing because of Curimet's great personality. Damn, if only I had the talent."
Nelson also said bumps like that at first, but he couldn't write the script himself, so he seemed to give up surprisingly quickly and regained the positivity of holding back.
"I don't have a choice. I guess I'll just have to have it written the way Curimet wants it to."
"Curimet has a gift."
To Almark's words, Nelson twists his neck.
"It's my first ear, though. Maybe he was hiding it because he was shy."
"Looking forward to seeing what the story will be."
Almark smiled.
That night.
Hearing the sound of a knock, Almark interrupted his meditation and opened his own door.
"Mmm, you are."
Almark looks surprised at the unexpected person's visit.
What can I do for you?
That's what I say, I look up at that face.
"You remember me."
Looking down at Almark, the person laughs happily.
"I don't think I ever talked to you."
"I remember."
Almark answers.
"Your penetration at the martial arts tournament was amazing"
"Poke, I only gave it once."
That's what made me laugh so hard: three pairs of Colen.
Jumping through, tall and long, looking down at Almark.
"I knew enough about that one time."
says Almark.
I lost the game with Morgen, but that day, its strength passed on to Almark as well.
"And even with Morgen's thrust, you didn't make it slight. I thought it was fruitful strength."
"I'm glad to hear it."
Coren breaks up with each other and rocks his body.
"... so, what can I do for you"
"Oh, yeah, I did."
Colen turns his expression again and turns to Almark.
"Almark. I need a favor from you."
"Ask me... you?
"Oh. No, I didn't ask you to do this."
Coren scratches his head.
"I want you to be a duel attendant."
Say something noisy in a pleasant tone.
"Duel?"
Colen waves as Almark frowns.
"No, of course we don't kill each other. Just an extension of martial arts."
"I'm sure you do, though."
says Almark.
"Whose duel is it with you?"
"It's not me."
Coren waves again.
"I played with you at the martial arts tournament, remember Polois?"
"Oh, sure."
"Polois is set to duel a middle-aged freshman"
Hearing that, Almark frowns more and more.
"I can't see the story."
"I guess."
Colen nods softly.
"Speak in order"
To sum up Coren's story, here's the deal.
Polois is a person who treats everyone with relative dignity, as he once bought Nelson's wrath, but that was the same for his superior classmates.
Because of this, from the beginning of the school year, Polois had a very poor relationship with one of his first grade students, a relationship that continued to insult and mutually flatter each other whenever he faced each other, but at the end of last year it was such a fierce argument that it was likely to develop into a beating at stake.
It was an atmosphere that wouldn't fit without looking at the blood, but then Coren and the others went in between and managed to get nothing.
This year, with that opponent advancing to the middle, he was hardly seen, relieved around him, but it was an error.
The two people who happened to meet in the city on holiday had a bitter mouth blow like last time, and at the end, they broke up with the promise of a duel.
That the duel will take place on the next holiday.
"What a story."
Almark sighed.
"Polois has a thorn in his words. I'll make enemies. That's all I know."
"That's funny."
As Coren smiles and nods, Almark wonders if he could not hear himself.
"I said I'd make enemies."
"That's what I like about him. I'm not bored watching."
To Colen's words, Almark shakes his head.
"You don't seem to think the same as me."
He said, "You should hang out with him a little bit more."
"So why me?"
"Hmm?"
"If you're a witness, you should do it. It could be Eston or Lugon. I don't have to do this."
"That's not how it works."
Coren's mouth is still light somewhere.
"I'm going as an escort to Polois. That the conditions put forth by the other party are fulfilled by those present who have never been in the same class as Polois or met with the other party"
"What, that condition"
"You're different, they're different."
Coren says happily.
"So I remembered you. Almark, you don't know each other, you've never been in the same class as Polois."
There's no reason to go.
Almark shook his head.
"I have no reason to fight that duel and be present."
"Well, don't say that."
Coren pulled in a smile.
"I'm not saying it's just"
Colen nods as Almark looks up at Colen's face.
"If you'll be a witness, I'll tell you what I know"
"A story you know?
Almark inquires.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm sure you want to know."
That's what Coren said, and he smiled again.