"That was amazing. I can't believe Ronnie was such a power type. I didn't know that."
"Ronnie has always been powerful. I used to have thinner lines when I was a kid, but I still think I was more powerful than Richter."
Besides, Ronnie was fine with me for the whole day or so and walked down the mountain road with me on his back. You have strength and endurance. Though it was lighter than it is now, I think there's something pretty tough about thinking normally and walking around with a toddler girl on her back all the time. Besides, Ronnie was only a child back then, but she didn't disturb her breath, and she had a great sense of stability on her back. There would have been something called a racial pattern, but I still think it's amazing.
"Heh, is it because it's a dwarf after all? Ronnie was always nice as a decoy, so she changed her image. Oh, sure, in a good direction, huh?
"Hehe, right? It's nice to have gentle power!
Returning that to Aska's words, he suddenly stopped the movement and pointed his mouth. Then he looks at me chilling, whining about bumps and talking to himself. Hey, what?
"Well, after all, a man should have power, huh?
I cummed at that kind of aska in shame. Sister, I cum! Oh, well, Aska's a boy, too. Maybe I care about the area. But I can't imagine this beautiful boy becoming a macho. I eat a lot, so I don't feel like I have that kind of quality in the future.
"Isn't it by people? But Aska's growing up now, so you can't force her to work out, can you? If you work too hard from among children, you won't be able to grow taller."
"Ugh, I don't like it when you stop growing taller. Yeah, let's work out as much as we can."
It seems to be a decision to work out. That's kind of a smile to feel like that's a boy.
"Ah, it's Richter's game next! I wonder what kind of magic they use."
"Mm-hmm. Oh, that's Sterla's Visit. That guy is a light bat sub. Might deploy an ultrasound-based magic trick. Perhaps a thin soundproof film will be stretched so that there is no harm in the audience at headquarters."
"Soundproofed? Oh, it's true"
The moment they stood at the game venue, I could see the venue covered with a thin membrane, as Mr. Gill said. Jeez, I'll stare and observe that membrane.
Physical things seem to pass. Um, do you want to pass the magic? Sound, which also prevents only those of a constant or higher frequency, is such a fine set up membrane. The skill of the person who put this up is considerable.
"Meg can tell a lot about witchcraft now."
"Eh heh. Because some teachers always tell me nearby if it fits. Hey!
Every once in a while, look at that one. Thanks to Mr. Gill for telling me to look at this, you have a habit of looking carefully. It's pretty Spartan. But it's actually the hardest thing to habituate, so thank you to Gil.
Looks like the game starts while you're at it. We need to take a good look at it so we don't take our eyes off it for a moment. Along with the beginning signal of Mr. Kron, the referee, Mr. Light Bat immediately opened his mouth and emitted something that looked like an ultrasound. I feel like Keane's mild tinnitus. There's a sound proof membrane, but I can hear it, so I'm sure it sounds pretty good inside the game venue. Is Richter okay? So worried arrow tip.
"Huh? Ah..."
I saw a dark hole at Mr. Visit's feet. Mr. Visit gets sucked into that hole!? Mr. Visit would have gotten away with it too if he just fell... but apparently he's drawn to the hole. It's like a black hole and my spine gets a little cold.
As it was, the hole that swallowed Mr. Visit gradually became smaller and disappeared. What, eh? Where have you been?!
"That's just great. The use of space magic is one of the best in the world."
"What, space? Top Level!?
I've been watching you in silence for so long, Mr. Gill shrugs like he was impressed. If I had Richter, I would have thought he'd gotten stronger, but I can't believe that was it.
When the general audience began to bother, Mr. Visit, who had finally disappeared, appeared. Like being pounded out of a hole suddenly drilled about a few meters from the ground. Off-site. The person in question looks like he doesn't know what happened.
"Dozens of seconds have passed from us, but the person sucked in will only feel about the blink of an eye"
I see. Well, you don't know what's extra.
Mr. Kron signaled the end of the game, as well as a great deal of stirring spread throughout the venue. Sure, that's a defiant move... you know, how do I avoid that? I accidentally asked Mr. Gill, but he smiled calmly that I should think about it a little bit myself. Guh, you're studying, you know.
"Um, if it was me, I wouldn't get sucked into a hole or something? I wonder if they'll respond immediately when they spit it out."
"It depends on where they spit it out, doesn't it? It's possible if it's in the air like right now, but suddenly if it's on the ground, we're gonna lose."
"If it's a game format, isn't metastatic magic the strongest? I wish I could use it."
"I can't help but say what I can't. I figured it might be a good idea not to be transferred..."
Asuka and I discuss that it's not, uh, it's not. Behind me, Mr. Gill and Mr. Shrier were smiling at us. I guess not pinching your mouth is going to make us think a little more. Fine, I'll be observing again in the next game with Ronnie. Hmm, how does Ronnie fight? I felt complicated, like a worried pleasure.
When I was thinking about it, I was hungry, and Aska started feeding Mr. Shrier. The adult department is non-stop, so they prepared snacks so they could sew in between and eat something, right? Of course, it's Sister Chio's handmade lunch. I think it was an easy menu of sandwiches and rice balls as seen while watching the game. I'm getting a little hungry too, so I looked back and saw Mr. Gill.
"Do you want something to eat"
"Yeah!"
That's all he sensed what he wanted to say. Mr. Gill immediately pulled my hand and moved to the corner of the audience to pick up a snack. What do you want me to eat?
I received a sandwich with a pinch of cream cheese and jam and a pinch of ham full of vegetables, and I returned to my seat with Mr. Gill again. I'm also sorry to be on my lap until just during a meal, so I sat next to him for being taught during a game that someone I knew would come out. The mottled bagel dough is very delicious.
"Looks like Juma's second round starts in three more games."
"Muggle, really?
"Don't panic. We still have time. Bite and eat well."
I say that, but I eat late... especially hot bagels that take time. My jaw is tired.
"I don't have to try to eat it out before anything starts..."
Ha, blind spot. That's right. It's just a story about stopping eating temporarily and eating again when the game is over. If you decide so, let's not rush. It's a delicious lunch, so it's important to taste it!
Mr. Gill, who looked at me with a slight change of direction and chuckled softly, offered me an iced tea. I'm always sorry. I'll have it!
I'm just finishing up my first bagel sandwich, and I can speak to Mr. Gill. Looks like the match between brother Juma and Mr. Radield is about to start.
Swallow the gokun and what's in your mouth and climb on Gil's lap, which is no longer in place after a sip of iced tea. Yeah, sure, I thought I'd ride myself. Aska is jumping on Mr. Shrier's lap, but look, I just stopped doing it because I'm sorry to win.
By the way, Mr. Saura is sitting on Mr. Wyatt's lap like a ston down from his seat one step above. Oh, that's a lot of hurdles for me to do, too. But I thought the recipients were just as good looking as you deserved. Getting used to it is amazing.
"I came into the venue! Juma and the bad blue ghost!
I smile bitterly at Aska pointing at me and screaming. Would you call him that even if he was in front of you... I just don't think so.
My gaze turns to the venue as I hear Asuka like that. Brother Juma, who is clearly hostile to Mr. Radield, who looks like he can afford somewhere. One goal was to beat Mr. Radield. Supporting me helps me unexpectedly.... Come on!
"Let the game begin!"
Mr. Kron's hand is waved down, along with a bright voice of reality. At about the same time both moved out. Ugh, fast!
"Don't look too fast! Description Come on, please!
Looks like you didn't even see the live Karina. That's right. Everyone in general will be pompous, too. I can't do this without a commentary.
"If you look closely, there will be many small explosions of air in the air, right? It's happening because Ortus' Juma has changed direction. '
"Radield is avoiding all attacks on the ground. I guess you're breaking your heart by letting Juma even attack you and try to avoid it all. '
The commentary is on Mr. Chesario and his father. Hmm, I understand Mr. Radield's operation... but I thought it was a psychological attack that didn't seem to work very well for Brother Juma with his indomitable mental powers. I don't care how much my brother Juma avoids. But I think I might be upset. I hope that doesn't make the attack rough.
"You're being harsh."
"You're frustrating."
On the arrow tip I thought so, Mr. Gill and Mr. Shrier muttered at about the same time. Oh, I knew it?
'Oops, I finally see the two of you! Looks like you got your distance once. Is Radield's offensive turn next?!?
Mr. Radield smiles sparingly at brother Juma, who stands on the ground and stares at Mr. Radield as usual. Mm-hmm. You're really strong. I can't believe you didn't even scratch it.
Then a few moments later, this time Mr. Radield began to wrap a blue flame around his entire body. As I said live, will the counterattack begin? Does a blue flame mean it's hotter than a normal flame? Whatever it is, if it hits you, you're gonna get a pretty high fever and you're gonna get a big burn? He said he was under all that attack once he fought, but even if he knew he was fine, he'd be worried to see it in front of him.
"Radield! I created Takusa's blue fireball! Wow, how many the hell did you make... and you're moving freely!
True...... a few dozen fireballs are moving around in circles around Mr. Radield as if he were willing. Then the fireballs flew in all directions, surrounding Brother Juma. What!? That would just suck if I took it all...!
"I guess Juma will go in while he takes it all"
"That's his style of combat..."
Mr. Shrier and Mr. Gill talk like they're frightened. I'm not in a hurry, so if you're brother Juma, you're deciding it's okay to take it. Oh, shit. You're really sturdy, brother Juma.
But I don't think so this time. Because Brother Juma was determined.
"... yeah. I think Brother Juma will change the way he fights!
……
When I said that with certainty, we both looked at this one with a strange face. But now I can't take my eyes off the game venue. I need to see it right!
"Oh, a good number of fireballs will fly to Juma! So, will you be okay?!?
'Well, if you're a Juma, you can take it all...' Well, you're lying, aren't you?
Brother Juma thought he was going to fight back as he took all the fireballs. But I saw a different move. Yes, Brother Juma has begun to avoid the attack!
"Juma... avoided the attack...?
Mr. Shrier groans, and Gil opens his eyes to surprise, too. Mr. Saura is lying!? And he's screaming. Not so much, brother Juma.
"... well. Finally, he's one step up."
Though he was surprised, Mr. Gill told him as small as he was somewhere horny. Somewhere, in the sound of words that seemed to be waiting for this to happen, Mr. Gill thought that he cared about Brother Juma.