Master Calci wrapped a towel around his neck and wiped his forehead. What a painter. The giants around them are talking about who will challenge them next. Men grabbing and intimidating chest barns, beating each other bad guys. I don't know what to do. It's going to be a brawl as it is.

I say pompous in voice.

"Let's make a decision!

In a shimmering gym. The hustle and bustle earlier seems to be a lie. The gaze of the men concentrates on me. I have to say something.

"Then I'll go! At first, goo, jahn, pong."

The men raised their hands with prestige. I'm goo. All the men are choked. One Heart and One!? No, it's weak! The bastards will be scattered. Wake up and head for the appliance. Master Calcirust stood up and smiled here.