A few days after successful completion of the medicinal water internship.
It had been raining misty that morning.
Rainfoot is weak, so you won't have to weave your feathers until your rainproof jacket, but you'll have to wear a hood to keep your head from getting wet.
Almark left the dorm wearing a uniform robe hood deep in his eyes.
On the road to the school building, everyone wears a hood and from behind I can't even see their hair instead of their face, but Almark quickly realizes it's Wendy walking right in front.
"Wendy."
Speaking next to him on a small run, Wendy smiled happily as she raised her face.
"Good morning, Almark"
Good morning, it's raining.
Needless to say, Wendy snorts at me.
"Yeah. Rain"
While the two of us walk side by side, Almark tells the story that came to mind.
Speaking of which, the magic festival is getting closer.
"Yeah. It's a play."
Wendy nods.
"I was wondering if it was time to make a script for Curimet."
"Huh?"
"Look, plays have to make tools, backgrounds, and learn to dialogue. Besides, it's not just a play, so I'm ready for some magic."
"I see."
Almark nods.
"Oh, but the only person who remembers the dialogue is the one in the play, so I wonder if I can handle it once I'm ready with the rest of you"
To Wendy's words, Almark replies, no.
"Curimet said everyone was leaving, except himself."
"Eh."
As Wendy looks back at Almark, the rain grain slips over the hood as it moves.
"Are they all leaving? So I'm leaving, too."
"Are you usually different? I don't know where it is."
"I saw last year and last year's upper class play, but I was wondering if it was about half the class at best. The rest of us used to make light and sound behind us."
Wendy puts her index finger on her lips as she recalls, and answers so.
"Look, when too many people change and leave, you won't know very well who you're looking at."
"Sure."
Almark nods.
"There are 15 of us out there. Is that where Curimet's arm is questioned?"
"Right. Of course there will be good and bad scripts."
Wendy said.
"All we have to do is actually move across the class and change it so it's easy to do and easy to understand. You can't blame everyone who wrote the script."
"I see."
Almark smiles.
"Because it's everyone's play. You're absolutely right."
"Yeah."
Wendy laughs back at Almark, then squeals, but you're looking forward to it.
"I wonder what kind of play it will be"
"We had a lot of ideas when we talked about it."
says Almark.
"Nelson wants a knight's story, or Norish wants a sad love story? I thought you said Pillman or Buyer would like a story about history. And then Reido said something about a big family, and Morgen said... I wonder what it was."
"I think Morgen did something about the woods... I don't really remember."
That's what Wendy says and twists her neck.
Rainfall is weak, but it came down late last night, and it's been going on for a long time, so there's a build-up of water there.
There was a big build-up of water in the middle of the road, so Almark jumps over first, offers his hand and helps Wendy jump over.
"Thanks"
Wendy says that with pleasure and continues the conversation after letting go of her hand.
"What kind of play did Almark want?"
Me?
"Yeah. Even Almark has something."
Almark thinks for a while and shakes his head.
"Actually, I can't think of anything. I'm sure I didn't even think about it when we discussed it"
"Right. Almark's never even had a magic festival before."
Wendy nods.
"I can't help but understand the image."
"What about you?"
Almark listens back.
"I knew there was a play you wanted to do something about?
"I am..."
Wendy says so and smiles slightly.
"Not enough to say I want to, but there's a play I thought was nice"
Wendy looks at Almark.
"It was a play that my third graders did when I was in first grade, and the seniors who did the heroine were so nice. Fighting bravely and dying in the end. It's a role, but it's also so powerful."
Then, shy, I, I look and I cry, I add.
"Right. I wish I could have seen it."
Almark nods and thinks of the faces of the younger classmates he knows.
Eldo or Sicily. Zap or Fita, Radmar.
Like they tear unexpectedly.
"We want to play a play like that, too."
"Right."
Wendy nods.
I can see the school building, and Almark always thinks, I wish the school building was a little further away.
In the morning, Wallis took the stage where everyone was aligned in the classroom.
"Guys, listen up"
The classmates, who were as busy and noisy as usual, get quiet about something.
"The first Phea teacher class of the day has been asked to let us use it. Curimet, come forward."
Called by name, Curimet stands next to Wallis in embarrassment.
"Curimet wrote me up a script for a magic festival play"
To Wallis' words, ooh, and a twinkle goes up.
I've been waiting for you.
Nelson speaks up the most.
"I was looking forward to it. Look at that."
"Shut up. Curimes are hard."
Starred by Norish, Nelson gives out his tongue.
"You're the one who made me do it."
"First, be a group for my last internship."
Wallis gives instructions to both of them.
At the end of everyone's journey, Wallis retrieved several books carefully spelled out with strings.
"This is it. By the way, there will be everyone but Curimet in the play"
In the words, a twist occurs again.
"Am I leaving, too? I was going to do my back while eating sweets."
"Shit. Don't be so hard."
"What would I do if I were the star"
"Pillman, I don't think so."
Wallis slaps his hand and quiets everyone talking in unison.
"We'll keep talking. I got a script from Curimet and made five copies. [M] That's the only thing that crushed my holiday. It was tough. Somebody praise me. You don't praise me, okay?"
Wallis keeps talking pale, and his classmates, who have lost the time to praise him, give him a subtle look.
"Hand out one copy to each squad. And then we're going to hand copy where we need to, and we're going to use the copywriting technique to make reproductions, well, whatever you want."
That's what I'm going to say, I'm going to give each squad leader one script at a time.
"Pretty thick."
Nelson squeaks.
"Read it for everyone first. I thought I was great, by the way."
That's what Wallis smiles at, and Curimet nags with a bright red face.
When everyone gathers around the leader of their squad and looks at each other, they start reading the script so that they can eat in.
Only one person, Curimet, who remained in front of the lecture, stares at everyone's expression with a worrying face.
Only the sound of paging sounded, quiet time flowed.
Along the way, by the way, a sneak laugh leaked.
I wondered if there were places where there was a spin and sobbing leaked.
After reading to the end, Nelson shrugs.
"Wow."
He looked really touched.
"It's a knight's story."
"No, I'm not."
Soon, Norish says.
It's a sad story.
Lilty and Serraja nod at the words.
"Isn't that a historical story? Using real people and subject matter."
Buyers say happily, and Pillman snorts.
"No. This is family stuff as a theme. Though not a large family."
Reido pinches his mouth.
"What are you talking about? Isn't this a taste-gathering story from the woods? My suggestion."
I say it in a way that Morgen was excited that I should have just said it was good on the back, etc.
Torque looks sinister and shuts up.
Layla started turning the script again from the beginning with a sober face.
"Anyway, awesome. That's what all our suggestions were for."
Norish agreed uncommonly and immediately with Nelson's words.
"Yeah. It's really amazing, Curimet. I thought it was amazing, but it was more than I expected."
Plus almost everyone in the class nods.
Nature and applause boiled.
Curimet finally smiled as relieved.
"Good for you, Curimet"
Wallis, who is back on the stage again, holds Curimet's shoulder.
"It was great"
Gently said so, Curimet looked up at Wallis with a bright red face.
"Thank you, Wallis. He's been consulting me a lot."
"Naturally. Because I nominated you."
That's what Wallis says and nods.
"Nevertheless, this is the real deal. I'm gonna get you to do another good job."
"Yeah."
Curimet nodded happily.
"Wendy."
Almark looks up from the script and sees Wendy.
"I'm cursed."
I was already dead.
Wendy laughs bitterly.
But you're in love with each other.
"Looks like it."
Almark snorts.
I have eyes for Wendy with the same unscrupulous expression, and the two of us laugh face-to-face.
"Let's make it a good play"
"Yeah."