I was surprised at the appearance of the three-year-old calling himself Mr. Noir.
I was gonna build my mental skills, but you're saying my training failed?
No, I'm just around for mental power.
Anyway, we need to make sure Mr. Noir's okay now.
I crouch and gaze at Mr. Noir (tentatively).
"Really, Mr. Noir?
"I'm a real noir."
"But how could you... your body be shrinking?
"I had pancakes and they got smaller."
"Pancakes, you mean that thing that burned right before I headed to the training ground?
"It's about that."
At that time, Mr. Noir said, 'There was a bottle of water nearby, so I put it on and turned it off' or something.
I don't think Tico makes shrinking pancakes... and by that I mean the water is the cause.
"The water your body shrinks, or..."
There are verses that come to mind.
The water Mr. Noir used to extinguish the fire must be a degenerative agent.
I guess I used Mr. Sharm's putting souvenirs to extinguish the fire.
Mr. Cologne said degenerative drugs are accidental products, but Mr. Sharm is his disciple. Formulation sense would be similar, and it's not strange that they're producing the same medication.
Even so.
"Degenerative pills smell great, but you could eat them well"
The digestive drugs I know smelled like raw garbage.
Or is Mr. Sharm's digestive pill odorless?
"I feel nauseous."
They smelled.
"But what I promised you. He said he'd eat a lot and grow up. And it's getting smaller."
"Right."
"But I didn't cry. I think it's just a little great not to cry."
Mr. Noir, speaking with a firm face.
Apparently I want you to praise me for not crying.
Digestive medicine is a medicine that keeps you young on the outside or inside. You must have grown mentally young and just become a little sweet.
"Great."
Mr. Noir let his cheeks loosen with pleasure.
My body's shrunk, but she looks better anyway. More importantly.
But you can't keep doing this the whole time. If Mr. Cologne and Mr. Sharm's digestive pills are exactly the same thing, they'll be back on track in three months...
"Do you still have the pills that Mr. Noir took?
If you look into the ingredients of the medicine, you'll know if it's the exact same thing.
"That's it. It was all on pancakes."
"Really...... Oh, so you have extra pancakes for that? Or Mr. Noir eats it all..."
"I only ate one. In my mouth, yes, it did."
You remember the taste then, Mr. Noir gives an indescribable look.
Smaller seems to have enriched my expression just a little bit.
"But don't worry about it. I checked on the phone, and it seems Sharm's medicine is exactly the same as Mr. Cologne's. He told me he was back on track in three months."
"Then you can rest assured."
More than anything, I think I can get back to normal for now.
If you're worried, your clothes will bounce and fly. You suddenly get embarrassed when your body grows older, and when the due date is approaching, you try to get them to wear bigger clothes?
I'm the only one exposed to animal print pants in front of the public. You can't make Mr. Noir feel that embarrassed.
By the way, now he's wearing a rash shirt like a piece.
I don't know if it suits you, but when I get back to Mr. Tico's house, I think I'll get the clothes Eye gave me.
But I don't have any underwear... and I have to buy it somewhere.
Well, think about it.
"I'll try my magic!
I shall now see to it the results of my training.
I'm already surprised or worried, but if my friend was a three-year-old, everyone should take the same reactions.
I mean, I don't know if I'm going to succeed or not in training until I actually try magic.
"Just in case, just stay away"
I ask Mr. Noir to leave for safety, and I walk over to one tree. Scrape off the bark by rubbing the surface of the cockroach with the palm of it, making it sticky.
I stood about five meters from that tree and took the magic wand (Withers Rod) out of my nostalgia.
All right. So far so good!
Not if you're happy. Ordinary mind Ordinary mind......
Quiet your mind, calm down and draw a loon of kamaitachi.
Shh.
I heard a sound like I rubbed a pencil on paper.
I rush over to the tree.
"... Hmm. Apparently, my training didn't suit you. If this training doesn't work, it'll do me good."
"That's not true!
Tico, who seemed sorry, makes up his mind.
"What do you mean?
"Look here!
I pointed to the tree.
There was a gap in there.
It is not a wound that was there from the beginning.
That's the scratch I put on you with my balls!
"Has this grown?
"Yes!"
It was about a millimeter deeper than the sharp pieces we put on Marutai in the eastern ruins!
You can even slit a leaf with this!
Yes, rip it open! The magic of tearing something apart - that's what it should look like!
"Me, I'm gonna rip it...! You have to cut and rip the leaves!
I feel like I can use Kamaitachi now, and I get excited. I've had some sleepless rest here lately, but at this rate, I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep today.
Mr. Tico's training has allowed me to keep my mind normal, but I'm glad for what I'm happy with!
And when you use magic, you can stay calm!
The effect of the training was indeed!
"Me, thanks to Mr. Tico, I'm strong! Now we're one step closer to dreaming! Thank you so much!
Mr. Tico chuckled after being pompous.
"Pfft. You have a gainful personality. If you're happy like that, I'd love to make you more happy."
"I'm delighted enough! I'll train more at this rate and make sure you become a great wizard!
One stronger than Mr. Noir - there's still a candidate for master.
I can be even stronger if I can get those guys to train!
You can be a great wizard!
"Celebrate the success of your training and I'll make you a treat today"
"Looking forward to it."
It was Mr. Noir responding to the taste of food.