"Strange in different worlds"

"What is it all of a sudden?

at the school of the Gardia Merdia Union.

If I bring a plug in to Mr. Lyoko, who still has a busy day as head chick teacher today, he will suddenly be fooled, and Onei will start preparing tea even though he is frightened.

"No, isn't this world the same 365 days a year as Earth?"

"Right. I think it's too much of anything."

"But they don't make noise."

"Ara?"

Oneye with a neck over Mr. Lyoko's words.

It's probably because of my chi, though I think it may have been a year since I've already been in the other world for about five seasons.

"Instead of not discovering yet the discrepancy with the cycle of rotation?

"That's what I asked my specialist teacher, but she hasn't cheated after calculating it. No, it seems that there is a discrepancy in itself, but it's about a minute in a year, so it's been over a thousand years and it's finally about a day of discrepancy."

"Scholars do that a lot."

Oneie admires the astronomy of different worlds that was unexpectedly developing.

But actually, even on Earth, B.C. isn't what it is today, but astronomy can have developed as much as there was already a glowing year.

"Does that mean that the dates get sloppy over there and over here every four years?

"It will, won't it? Now it's okay because it's a coincidence, but if we need to exchange documents over there in a few years, it's troublesome..."

"Sounds like we're gonna have a new calendar over there and over here sometime."

Mr. Lyoko with his head saying that would seem troublesome with that.

Incidentally, it can be an important matter that the leaders of both worlds have inadvertently missed out on about this uneven day between different worlds.

But Mr. Lyoko, who is just a teacher, and Onei, who is a knight, are not aware that they are actually talking about something really important.

"I thought the world over here was parallel-worldly because there are too many parts that resemble the Earth, but it doesn't seem to be the case."

"Mm-hmm. Isn't it possible that some kind of trigger caused the Earth and the rotational cycle to slip? I wonder if God knows that area."

That's what I say, Onei, but I'm suspicious that the gods in this work grasp it that far because it's all array.

"Sometimes if it's a low fantasy setting, the other world was actually a star on the far side of the universe, right? Will you be able to go to another world with physics one day?"

"The boundary between fantasy and SF is fading."

Oneie says things that are going to piss me off from some of those fans.

The other world is still peaceful today.

Meanwhile Takatenara.

"When you look at the 29th of February, you feel like the world is bugging you."

"It's more of a date to avoid bugging."

Master Tsukuyomi clings to Master Amaterasu as he looks at the calendar.

Mr. Lyoko lived in different worlds for a long time and forgot, but today at this moment he missed a day on Earth and in different worlds.

"But some years are not loud, even if loud is a multiple of four, right?

"It's a year with a multiple of 100 and not a multiple of 400. It's 80 years away, so I was wondering if I might have to remember it now."

"Every hundred years. Ah. Once a hundred years or so, a normal person would be dead."

Can you survive? [M]

Incidentally, it may be said that a person born on February 29th of a gloomy year has a birthday that only comes once every four years, etc., but legally the age is to be added at 24: 00 on February 28th, whether in a gloomy year or in a normal year.

"Huh? Is that what you're deliberately deciding by law?

"If you don't decide, there will be deficiencies in public procedures, etc."

"Uh, a lot of things are determined by age. A human being. You know, drinking."

Apparently, Master Amateras still cares about not being able to drink in the store because of his appearance.

But these days, young people often drink alcohol at home, and the proportion of outside drinks is decreasing.

"Who's Old!?

"I haven't said anything yet."

Master Tsukuyomi stuck with Master Amateras, who yells at you for catching a radio wave from somewhere.

Even today the high heavens are peaceful.