"Heh, heh, it's you!
If you're going to say it in the second style of cooking, what's the next hero?
| The "Owakon Hero" who once saved the eastern continent?
It was a man in his mid-twenties who appeared with such a voice.
I'm a human race, but would race be the same as Ray or Master?
Neither do I, but he's a man with a cheeky face to either ivory skin.
"Ouch! Ghana!"
Ray spoke to the man.
Ghana, that seems to be the name of a man.
"Yasu, fool! Look, the extra one!
That said, the man did the trick of waving his finger.
Then the chatter and the wand and the swords appeared on the ground, and fell.
"The only thing left was the normal one?
Ray squeaks like he's bored.
At the same time, bottoms and compost fell off again.
"Yeah, well, the only thing left was the regular one.
So, what do we do? If you're a hero or a brave man, after all, a sword? There's still spears left. "
I'm not sure by what standards what remains.
I guess my brain is already refusing to understand reality.
I looked up into the sky.
Ahead of looking up, a pink gorilla bursar car was rampaging and blood weather rain came from the blue sky.
"haha, sky, beautiful"
Leaking such a grunt, Mr. Ghana looks at me.
And I laughed.
"Ha, you're a fat, stinking hero, aren't you?
I like you, Down. "
"... this compost, yeah, I thought it was because of the Ghanaians"
"Oh, hang in there for the first time, yeah, the next generation of heroes is polite. Good boy, good boy."
…………
Various races are disturbed and brawling is taking place on the ground in the sky.
In what can only be described as chaos, Ray has asked.
"Well, which one do you want?
Choose what you want to use.
Any of them can use magic, and they'll be able to use their hero-like powers in the story. "
"... which one is the strongest?
"I told you, there's no strong weapon. Only if the side of use is strong or weak.
Well, I wonder which you are. "
I couldn't hide the bitterness.
I'm an ordinary person.
No, there are less than ordinary people.
My body is sturdy. Sturdy from birth.
But being strong doesn't mean anything.
I've helped exterminate the vermin, but it was my grandmother who stabbed Todome.
I think again.
What's the strength in this case?
I fall into the weak category.
No father, no sister, no fighting skills like Ray or Estelle.
Like Gonske, he's not even special.
So I answered.
"You know, don't ask."
I'm weak.
However, my body is just sturdy and I have no handle whatsoever.
Even Ray would know.
"I don't know anything about you.
What I really know about you, isn't it your family and old friends?
The one who even made the pills and looked in my brain, what do you say?
Ray went on to see what he had done with my bitter smile.
"It's not what you know and what you understand (I know).
I don't understand anything about you.
In the first place, even if I wanted to know, I wouldn't try to understand more than I had to. That's the seed of a fight. "
I once again saw a bunch of unwrought weapons, listening to words like that.
I have a sword. I have a gun. I have a wand. There's a spear. I have a knife like my father has.
Designs vary.
Better make up your mind quickly.
I reached for it.
"Make it this"
"Okay, well, why don't you do what I said?
What I had in my hand, it was a cane bigger than my height.
The wand fit into my hand so easily that I didn't feel the weight.
Like my sister, not the way I let my fingers slide like the others, but like Ray said, like a fairytale wizard does, I tried to wave my wand wide as I was told.
That's how it unfolds, the magic formations I admired.
It glows lightly, no matter how much you wish, with something that never even made it appear to me.
"... I want to dream"
If it doesn't come true, the hope I gave up will come true.
That's really my first experience.
I realized this is what coloring the world is all about.
I can use magic.
I can do that for granted now.
Even though that's all it is, everything you see looks colored.
I saw Ray.
"Oh, I'm glad. Are you happy enough to cry?
Ray looked back at me and said that with pleasure.