"Good for you, Radmar's Dance"
Morgen said it was pompous.
"Right."
Almark answers.
Lunch break after the morning performance.
Almark and Morgen had their hips lined up on stones a little further from the usual out-of-store lined school buildings.
In their hands is a vanilla-grilled skewer of Merriam-sheep meat that Morgen forgot to buy in the morning.
"Yeah, I knew I was glad I bought it"
Morgen squeaks squeamish again when he says so after a quick bite.
"Fita and Zap would have been nice."
"Yeah."
As Morgen grabbed his own flesh, Almark remembered the dance of the Radmars' class, which he had seen in the auditorium.
On stage.
Fifteen students dance to light music.
Radmar was at the inconspicuous end of it.
The stew seemed to be doing well.
"You've got all the movement in this class."
That's how Nelson squeaks as impressed.
There was also the figure of Fita and Zap at the opposite end of Radmar.
The movement of the whole class is neatly aligned.
The magic they show from time to time, from the eyes of the Almarks third-graders, was very preliminary, but it was nevertheless effectively used and had enough effect to surprise and entertain the eyes of the general audience.
So much so that when the first part was over, a big round of applause came out of the guest seat.
However, there were students who gradually began to stand out for delays.
It's Radmar.
Little by little, a deviation begins to occur between the movements of other students.
That deviation, which at first was done with some discomfort, gradually increases as the song progresses, and eventually it becomes clear to everyone that Radmar is lagging behind.
"Oh."
Morgen tells him to groan.
"Radmar, hang in there"
Almark is silent and burns each and every movement of Radmarh firmly into his eyes.
Everyone on stage reaches forward with their hands in alignment.
Sparks of seven colors scattered from his hand.
The audience cheered, and a spark scattered from Radmar's hands at a much later time than that, not even splendid in flattery.
Somewhere I hear a laugh when someone dulls.
But Radmar kept dancing with a desperate face.
Almark knew I was paying attention to each and every move.
Radmar was a few steps inferior to other students in strength, motor nerves, magic workouts, and possibly sound.
But none of the moves that made up the dance were ever done away with.
Whether we laughed or not, it never moved my mind.
With a desperate look, as if incompatible with light music and choreography, Radmar nevertheless continued to dance.
I'll start here.
It also looked like Radmar's statement of intent.
People can't suddenly be splendid because they've changed their consciousness.
If you want to change, and that changes, there is no hard work.
No one despairs.
Wishing to change, you are once again confronted with a seriously unusual self, desperate for the first time for the distance of its journey.
Can you still pierce your will to change yourself, even if you face an unusual self and know the length of your journey?
It seemed to me that Radmar was demonstrating his determination by continuing to dance far behind his companions but without letting go of his movements.
So from the perspective of those who don't know Radmar, that would have been just a hilarious, unusual dance. It would have been a leg pulling dance, disturbing the sum of classes.
But Radmar's appearance on stage was a heartbeat to Almark and Morgen, who knew Radmar's appearance that he kept choosing not to challenge himself if he failed and was as shameful as he was at night on the herbal hunt.
"Some customers were laughing, but I didn't hear any laughter from the student seat"
Morgen said.
"Everyone felt something, too, I'm sure."
"Right."
Almark nods.
"Guys, at least more than you're learning magic here, because you're being taught by Dr. Illmis. I think I somehow felt his determination ahead of Radmar's movements."
Almark remembers Coren's words when he finished his morning performance and left the auditorium.
Coren said to Polois walking next door.
"It's not funny to laugh when you put me on that light-hearted music and show me that maniac."
It sounds like a Coren rhetoric, but it would be his true meaning.
I got the courage, Almark thinks.
As Radmar did, I'll face Wendy properly, though it may be unusual.
It could make Wendy cry again.
On the contrary, I might cry. [M]
But let's face it.
Because Wendy, knowing about that night, must be feeling the same way watching Radmar dance.
"Zap and Fita danced with everyone till the end."
To Morgen's words, Almark nods.
After the dance, they were rushing to Radmar first.
Radmar was the same Buddha top, but he didn't reject the two of them.
That would surely be the beginning of another new step.
Morgen takes the fruit he was buying for dessert from the bag beside him and hands it to Almark.
"Thanks"
When Almark thanked and received it, Morgen said it was pompous.
"Me, stop calling me a prince about Radmar"
"Why not?"
'Cause it sounds kind of silly.'
That being said, Morgen adds with a smile.
"If Radmar really becomes a prince, I'll call him that."
"Good idea."
Almark nodded.
"I'll do the same."
"Are you guys still having a relaxing meal here?"
Suddenly he called out from behind him like that, and when he turned around, Ain stood with a smile on his face.
You were picking something up in the dorm, holding a bag in your hand.
"The afternoon section is about to begin. It's our play. You should have seen it from the beginning in the first place."
"Oh, I get it."
Almark snorts as he twitches the fruit.
"Ein. Good luck to you too."
Good luck with that.
That's what Morgen says and waves.
"Don't let them drain you. Tomorrow, you're going to lose your temper and you're not going to suspend."
Ain laughed and said so, walking away early enough.
Dropping it off and throwing down the core of the finished fruit, Morgen stretched a lot.
"Let's see a play till dinner."
"Right."
Almark also smiles and agrees, throwing the core of the fruit as he wishes.
The core fell into a bush far away, invisible.