Gradually, my feet are getting tighter. I don't have enough exercise either. That's different, Mr. Maelia's burden has worked, twitching. I guess I'd feel refreshed if I could run up the white stairs.

"Mr. Maricana, what are you thinking? is a disgrace."

"No. Fatigue has just accumulated."

"Mr. Maricana, do you want to take a break?

What is this disgust? They seem to be blaming us. We move on unimpeded. The power of frustration is enormous. I want to break through here and pass this challenge. The wind is pleasant. Oh, I don't know if you're sweating. What do I do?

"It's hot today"

"Right, Dear Calcirast? Something magical."

"Then do the magic of the cold wind."

A cold breeze twirls us. Oh, it feels good. You're like a cooler and convenient.