I benefited from the cooler and the sweat began to draw. Condemn the forward Mr. Maelia. That's not the ball. I'm getting angry at you for taking too many leads. Maybe next time I'll go away with Master Calcirust. I can see Mayria's upsetting face with a strange odd side... No, she's becoming a bad girl.

"Mr. Maricana, it's the fineness of your eyes when you think about something unpleasant. Give me an alert. Alarm is on your face."

"Mr. Mayria, I can't tangle my arms with Master Calcirast. No flushing. It's too close."

- It looks like a precursor to a major earthquake with a hearty vibration. I have sharp eyes for the sound of the appliance running, the smell of sweat, the mirror installed on the wall.