In the meantime, all that remained was the final. It seems that having a little leeway in time meant that a slightly longer break would be pinched before the last game.
In the meantime, we are thriving on the topic of finals. Richt and what a Mr. Isaac of Sterla it is to fight. Yes, it's Dr. Rudd's nephew! You were in the field!? And I was quite surprised.
I should have watched adult division games before, but I wasn't watching everything, so maybe the only good thing about it was Mr. Isaac's game, which wasn't the right time.
"No, Isaac will fight a little... plain. Every game was settled in an instant, and I can't help but remember it wasn't."
It was Mr. Shrier who leaked poison against Mr. Sarah and Mr. Isaac. Plain. Er, I'm sure you're going for the steeple, or you're not going to make any wasted moves... I mean the kind that grabs the victory lightly!
"Heh, he's Dr. Rudd's nephew! Is that why it's plain?
Come on, Aska! That's what I'm talking about! Dr. Rudd isn't plain, he just has a soothing atmosphere! I love Dr. Rudd's place for peace of mind.
"Uh. I call it a plain way to fight, but I wonder exactly how to fight it?
Let's just change the direction of the story. I asked Mr. Isaac what sorcery he would use. I don't even know the race in the first place. I've only seen my face from afar, so all I know is my name.
"Right. Isaac is a subhuman named Thorn Scorpion (Bulb Sawdust). It's a very rare species. Therefore, as a child, she struggled very hard."
Whatever, they say spiny scorpions are a dangerous species just to get close to because of the thorns and poison they were born with. If I could control some knowledge and power, I wouldn't let thorns and poison out so easily, but when I was a child who couldn't control my own power, I would have risked my life raising children?
That's why Mr. Isaac couldn't spend much time with his real parents when he was a kid. He said that talking and eating at a little distance was the limit. Oh well... I would have missed that. Mr. Isaac, of course, but even your parents. I can't hold my real child! That's very cute.
"But I hear your love was definitely poured out. It looks like an adult of a non-toxic race was skinning or something. My parents also say that I was more loving than anyone else just because I couldn't touch them. He said he was able to control it quickly thanks to his efforts, and then he was able to make contact with his parents."
Good for you. That's a land of treasure and evil for children.
By the way, Dr. Rudd was the one who contributed most to Mr. Isaac's magic control and parenting. The poison will work, but you think it was appropriate because you could deal with it before you took it and, at worst, you made your own antidote? I felt used to children because I had mild parenting experience once!
"Well, that was a way of fighting. Isaac attacks by flying poison thorns. Thorns are innumerable, and it's hard to avoid them. You'll be hit even if you touch your body, so the melee will be tough."
Such a nasty physique can also be a powerful weapon if grown up and controlled. It's amazing because training allows you to produce many different kinds of poison in your body. Even with the antidote, it doesn't seem like it can be handled right away.
Besides the poison, the thorn attack itself seems troublesome. Small, highly killing thorns fly, don't they? Machine gun no longer. That scares me!
"What is that, if that attack is going to happen, it looks like it would be quicker to go while taking it all than to avoid it!
"! Brother Juma!
Suddenly, I thought a bright voice broke into the conversation, and Brother Juma sat ston in the seat next to me. I was surprised because I thought you were still lying down. My attitude and voice color always seem the same, but are you okay?
"Are you okay to wake up already? Uh, injuries, things are going well."
I honestly can't ask if I got back on my feet, and it's become an unclear story with Gonyo... Did you pass it on?
"Whoa! The injury won't hurt, and it'll heal soon. Leki's pain meds work."
That look I gave him with a ni laugh is the usual brother Juma I wanted to see. Yeah, I knew Brother Juma would look good on that face!
"I'm shocked you couldn't make it to the finals. I wanted to fight Richt too..."
But he's still depressed. Drop your shoulders and your words are all bumpy. I'm confused as to what to do with the way I don't see much. But this is how I can put it into words and spit it out, so much better than just now. I decided to put my hand on Brother Juma's head, which drips, and caress him gently.
"It's such a shame, isn't it? But Brother Juma beat Mr. Radield. That was cool! Congratulations, brother Juma"
"Meh, meh, ooh."
Good boy, good boy, and stroking red hair is kind of fun. Look, there's usually a lot of sides to be stroked. Brother Juma's hair is just a little gooey, but fuzzy and worth a stroke.
Brother Juma was so impressed, that he only turned his eyes toward this one. This is unusual again!? Just a little cuter! I knew I was having a little fun. Then I'll spoil you now. Yiko, Yiko!
"Juma zui!
"Hehe, sometimes these things - they are! I'm not gonna get busted for a while anyway, and I'm gonna let you relax."
Brother Juma answered that innocently to Aska, who glanced sideways. It's a pain in the ass for him to have to grow up for a while to fight. Even on my day off, I was moving my body with muscle tresses and training. Put it in the Ortus of the Rest Rules on the day off, it's not work because I'm doing it with my hobby! I know I've been insisting.
I wouldn't spare your cooperation if you said you were distracted by just stroking your head while it was restricted and stressful. I can't believe anyone else would do it besides me...... Yeah, he's probably not here.
"Meg, aren't you hungry? Lunch would have been on the way."
Be good to me, too. Be good to me! and noisy Aska and still my turn! and calming down by stroking both of his noisy Juma brothers, Gill tells me that and I realize I'm a little hungry. I guess it's because Brother Juma is back on track, and Richt and Ronnie are a little bit horrified after the game.
"I still have time until the finals start, and I was wondering if I'd eat it"
"You should. That's the thing.... you guys, get away from me."
When I was finally sitting on the ground, sitting in a chair with my head on my lap, brother Juma and Aska. Yeah, I guess it's just hard to eat in this condition. Haha, and I was laughing dry, and the two of you poking each other in the face on your lap are talking shit.
"Look, Aska. Gil doesn't look good."
"Meg's been taken and I don't like it, I'm sure. Gil is like a child."
"Exclusive greed? It feels like a beast."
You two seem to be talking to each other in private, and I don't know what you're talking about. But I don't think I'm going to hear what Mr. Gill has to say right away. 'Cause I'm not trying to move at all. I'm in trouble. Can I eat like this? You don't even know if there's breadcrumbs on your head.
"... if it's a fight, I'll buy it?
"Hey, wait! Me! Injured! Leki said if you get hurt any more, you might not be able to fight for life!
"Yes, yes! Me too! I'm just a kid! I don't think it's a good idea to crush the potential of a future child!
"Right. Injured people and children should do a little more thought and action to protect their future. If you resent me, you should resent yourself."
Disturbing! At Mr. Gill's word, two people, who had no indication of any movement at all, put their hands up and quickly left. Oh, you don't have to threaten me that much......! If I could eat a bagel sandwich like that, I could eat it. But he said if it was a fight, he'd buy it, so maybe Mr. Gill heard the two of us talking in confidence. If you said something bad, you two deserved it. Ah.
"Damn...... Asuka anyway, Juma is enough adult. You're like a child forever."
"But that's what's good about my brother Juma, and he was a little cute!
When I was serving a bagel sandwich on my lightened knee and eating it quickly and quickly, I honestly told him what I thought because Mr. Gill would say it like a shudder. Usually, when you see a side of that person you never see, you're happy to feel rare.
"... cute, huh?
"? Yeah. Oh, but to a man. I guess that was rude. Juma, don't tell my brother, okay?
If you were Aska, you'd just be happy to say you're cute, but brother Juma doesn't seem to feel good about it. But Mr. Gill is leaning his neck strangely. I don't know what that is, I don't know what a pretty girl says, maybe it's something like that.
"Well, that's good..."
I seem to have stopped understanding. When Mr. Gill cut the words there, he seemed to have some difficulty in saying the words that went on. I wonder what it is. I kind of feel like I'm in a grumpy mood at some point. I don't particularly change my expression or attitude, and it's just really somehow, but I mean, do you feel that way, or do you feel that way?
That one, it might resemble that feeling that conveys the simple emotions of the spirits. Even though Mr. Gill is not a spirit, it's strange that he feels the same way.
"... sometime, that. You're getting along with Juma, I just thought," What? "
What a bad way to say it. Juma, are you friends with my brother? I haven't particularly changed the way I treat you since before, but if you ask me, I feel like I've narrowed my distance since I asked you for a consultation on my privacy concerns. I mean, I guess it feels like Brother Juma has changed.
Previously, it was treated as if to touch the swelling somehow, but you said you were feeling more comfortable or the walls were gone. I can't say it well, but maybe you realized that I won and that I could fight that much? That's the interpretation.
When I told Gil what I thought, I see, he convinced me. He seems convinced... I wonder what it is. I knew it would convey a grumpy emotion.
"Mr. Gill, is there something not funny?
"! Why, I think so"
Anyway, I thought I'd ask directly, but Mr. Gill seemed pretty surprised, and he's opening his eyes.
"Hmm, somehow?
But I'm not sure either. Somehow, other than that, I can't explain it well. 'Cause I really just felt like that somehow!
"... did you look so grumpy"
"Yeah! I don't have that! Because it's Mr. Gill as usual!
But it was true that you were grumpy to say that, wasn't it? When I asked him that, Mr. Gill was stuck with words. Unusual. Mr. Gill is upset.
"Really, it's no big deal. I was just wondering. That's not true right now."
Ms Gill is very rare in saying excuseable things while shifting her gaze diagonally. But handsome is just the same. Because of this, I will also look at Rare Gil with a concomitant confirmation of sincerity.
"Mmm. Hmm! It's true! That's not happening anymore! Sounds a little happy to me?
"Oh, you know what that is, too"
I replied with a laugh as Mr. Gill turned this way, hehe.
"But somehow? Somehow, I just feel like I understand Mr. Gill's emotions"
"!... Meg, it could be"
Mr Gill just tried to say something, and it looks like the finals are about to start, Mr Schlier called me in. That shouldn't be! It's a Richter game, and we need to stay strong! I've just finished eating the bagel sandwich I had left, and I need to get to a fixed position on Mr. Gill's lap.
Sitting on the knees of his uncle and Gil in a motion he was no longer accustomed to, turning back in a chill, Gil seemed to be watching in silence.
"Uh, so, what was it?
You were in the middle of a conversation. It was like I noticed something...
"No...... Nothing."
Put your hands gently on my head and when I saw Mr. Gill smiling gently, I couldn't hear anything more. I don't feel bad at all. I just thought I said something weird too and I couldn't really pursue it. It's the same way that you can't explain what "somehow" means.
Besides, if Gil cut the conversation there, that means it's over. You know you'll tell me someday if you need me! Focus on the game!