As he was carrying the bagel sandwich to his mouth and focusing on the match venue, Mr. Shrier and Aska sat on his lap in the next seat. It is no longer in place. Still, it's amazing how the venue has been so worn out in the Ronnie and Richt matches, it's completely repaired now. Magic, wow. Ortus, wow.
"What an interesting story you were talking about, Gil?
"... Shut up"
Behind you, Mr. Shrier and Mr. Gill are talking about something. I wonder if Mr. Shrier also saw Mr. Gill's precious upset figure. You two are pretty old friends, and if you see something unusual, you'll want to poke it. To Gil, who is unwilling to answer, Mr. Shrier is laughing couscous.
Speaking of which, it's strange how these two relate, isn't it? Are you close because I hear you've been dating Ortus since he was founded? That's not what it feels like, either.
However, I feel like we can see each other without telling them everything, or something like that depth of bond. Not just these two on that, but all the Heavy Town members feel that way.
... Actually, I can admire that kind of relationship between Gil and the others. I'm getting so cute, but no matter how I scratch my feet, I can't be in that relationship with everyone. Because I don't have the time I've spent overwhelmingly or the work or training ground I've done.
That's something I can't help, and I want to mix it up there now! You don't think so, do you? I have my place. I understand that. So what are you trying to say? I mean, I wish I could have that kind of relationship.
Personally, I think we have a similar relationship to Ronnie and Richt, who dived through the training ground together. I think I want to get along with Aska and Rune, who I just met recently, and then Urbano and the other kids I've known in the tournament, because I have that longing. I was wondering if it was a little childish. Fine, because I admire it!
Of course, you won't be part of the same Ortus, and I think there are a lot of places to be active. But, you know, this is all I've known in a short period of time, so I realized that we're going to have all sorts of encounters.
One session at a time. I thought again when I saw Mr. Gill and Mr. Shrier having a conversation back there trying to take care of each and every encounter.
"Ah! I just remembered. Come on, Isaac, is he Gil's rival?
"Mm...?
As he finished his leftover bagel sandwich and waited for the blurry game to begin, he raised his voice as Aska remembered. They heard rumors like that in Ortus while I was in High Elf's town.
"Either Isaac sees it as a rival unilaterally, do you feel? Well, the fact is, Isaac's strength is considerable. You must have been aware of Gil since you found out he existed, because he was almost a year away."
Hmm, is Isaac close to Gil's age? I guess it feels like me and Rune. Rune and I have a stronger sense of friends than rivals, though.
"I knew if I fought, Gil would win?
"Yeah, probably. There's just no way to compete. I was wondering if it would be a good fight."
Mr. Shrier answered Aska's question with only a few thoughts. I'm putting it that way, but you don't doubt Mr. Gill will win, do you? Your father also said that if Mr. Gill was in the game, he wouldn't let you out because he would win. I wonder if that's what happens when the difference in strength is overwhelming.
"Heh. But you said Ronnie, too, right? Richter's going to win. So, Richt's gonna be a good match for Gil, too?
Dokiri, as. Yeah, well, that's right. I still don't know whether Richt or Mr. Isaac will win, but I think Richt is strong enough to win, too.
But if you compete with Gil, your chest is strangely noisy when you think about it. I don't know. I know it's definitely because of that predictive dream.... because Richt is probably the one who wants to take him down.
'Hold on tight! Hold on tight!
Is it because I thought about predictive dreams? The sight I remember seeing before poured directly into my brain. I didn't know whose this scream belonged to then, but now I know for sure. This voice is your father.
'Don't stay like this, it's dangerous...! Guys, help me out!
Your father is giving instructions like he was in a hurry. The place is……. Games venue. I mean, here...! Could it be an imminent future in front of you?
"Come on, I can't help it! I'm sorry... '
Now it's Mr. Gill's voice. Mr. Gill reached out and activated the black shadow magic. Probably restraint magic. It was directed at......
'I'm sorry......! Meg!!'
- Private?
"What? I wonder if that's true? Actually, Richter might be stronger! I've never seen Gil fight, and I can't tell."
Ha ha with Aska's bright voice. Looks like my consciousness is back in reality. Nobody seems to notice that I was blurry. I was so relieved that I was able to regain some calm. But actually, although my heart is still hitting the early bell.
"! What's up, Meg"
Because he was nearby, or he speaks to me like Mr. Gill noticed something. Surprised to say, "Huh?" I look up and say, because it suddenly seemed like my heart rate had increased. Oh, you realize that, too? While I was surprised by that, I now managed to be aggressive in trying to delude myself.
"Ugh, yeah! I tried to sit back and slipped a little. I was just thrilled that I might get my ass on the ground."
Was that a bit of a painful excuse? I thought so, but Meg occasionally dodges me like that, and he laughed brightly, so I think he somehow misled me. Thank you, Aska!
"... be careful"
"Uh, yeah."
You convinced me, Mr. Gill laughed furiously and gently put his hand on my head. Good, don't be suspicious. 'Cause I just can't tell you.
Mr. Gill saw a future that unleashed the magic of restraint on me, I can't believe it.
I have had many sorceries to protect me. You know, the junction, the cover-up. They were all warm and gentle and very comfortable. But that magic I saw just before the end of my dreams is unlike any I've ever seen... Cold, scary impression.
I'm sure there's nothing I can do about it. He said he was sorry, and even Mr. Gill didn't mean it. I know that.
What scares me is that there's a possibility that I might have created a situation where I have to.
I guess I'm going to be messing with something. In this place. Probably after the tournament. It's all about what your father said he would tell you and all the stories that have been teased so far. And it's probably what I make of it...... Magic, runaway.
Don't be scared. If you know that's going to happen, you just have to stay calm with your mind. I can see the magic making boiling noises in me. That's such a small move that it hasn't come out on the table yet, but I've always had a feeling that one of these days it won't be able to contain it. Even when I was releasing magic while Shell was helping me in the high elf town, I felt it every now and then. He said if I let go of this thread of reason, it would suck.
The feeling that you are no longer who you are. Such a danger, as if mighty power had willed, holding its reins at the critical. You know exactly what your condition is because the time is approaching.
"Soon, the finals will begin. Well! You two players should not be ready! The audience, it's finally their last game! Let's celebrate together -!!
I heard a bright and energetic announcement. The finals are about to begin. Both Richter and Isaac are battle styles that make them battle in an instant, so the tour might be over in no time. No, if your strength is antagonistic, it could be prolonged. Somehow, I had a feeling it wouldn't be that long. Though I can't really guess what my thoughts on this hand are.
"Okay, it's the last one, and we need to take a good look!
"Aska, don't get too violent. You'll put it down."
"Ugh, be careful......! But I'm looking forward to it!
Meg, sit on Gil's lap! And when I watched Asuka laughing loudly, I lost my shoulder strength. Soothing. A beautiful boy's smile is the nourishment of his heart.
"Then me too, Mr. Gill!
"Oh."
Having thrown something somewhere called reluctance anymore, I sat on my guardian's lap just like Aska. Unlike Aska, who always jumps on, I climbed all the same though.
Gently touch Mr. Gill's hand turned in front of his stomach. This hand will be pointed at me soon. Thinking so with a sense of warmth, there was no sense of wonder and fear.
"What's up?"
A strange voice comes down from the top because you were holding Mr. Gill's hand in silence. I'm curious, right? I can't hide it from Mr. Gill. 'Cause Mr. Gill takes a good look at me, and even a little change gets noticed.... Sometimes it's easy for me to understand.
"Don't get lost, Mr. Gill"
"... get lost?
To unleash magic on me. I guess you'll regret it or suffer, this guy. You're so sweet, you'll know it's in your hand. It's also strange to say this about future events that are still uncertain.
"Whatever happens, I believe in Mr. Gill, and I don't hate him."
This just doesn't change. Even if Mr. Gill tells me he doesn't like you, it doesn't change that I love Mr. Gill. No, I'll cry if you tell me.
"Did you see something?"
"Um, just a little bit,"
That's a good guess. Well, if you said something so profound, Mr. Gill would notice right away. In anticipation of that, I've said something, too.
"... I don't have to get lost, do I?
"Yeah. That must be the best part"
Reply to Gil, who has asked me to confirm, without getting lost. The power of the hand I was holding was put in, and my hand was more enveloped by Mr. Gill.
"If you say so, let's believe it"
Yeah, that's it. Glad you believe me, Mr. Gill. Sometimes I think a lot about what would happen if I were detained and how I would solve it at the end of the day, as the future I just saw, but I'm sure it's okay.
I have a lot of comforting allies. Besides, I want to believe in my powers, too. Something to lose. I let myself open up my future.
"Ah! The athletes are here! Wow, serious face...... A little frightened."
I switched my consciousness to the voice of Asuka, who shakes innocently. You can't miss the adult division finals either! But you might also know what it's like to be an Asuka who's getting more and more butt-shuffy. Because if you do it to the magic of the two of you, it's powerful. I can feel it even from the audience so far away. Equivalent, you're in the mood. Especially, Mr. Isaac.... is that it? Why, haven't you both seen this way?
"... not me. Uh, Mr. Gill? Two people are watching me, aren't they?
…………
Mr. Isaac and Richt were staring up at Mr. Gill as he unleashed an aura that could no longer be called homicidal. Well, Mr. Isaac sees Mr. Gill as a rival, and Richt, the... Because he wants to defeat Mr. Gill, I guess.
Not too blatant that I did!? It's the finals!? We shouldn't be concentrating on each other now!? And I'm usually scared! Nature and power enter Mr. Gill's hand to hold his hand.
"Oh, my God, you're pouring a hot gaze."
"Hmm, that's quite temperamental. Are you going to play with the winner after this? Girnandio."
Naturally, the members of Ortus are aware of that as well. But it basically seems like a fun atmosphere. You're making fun of both Shrier and Kay...... It's a steel heart.
"What the hell is that! I wanted to fight Gil, too!
"You're doctor-stopped. Did you forget? Juma!"
Brother Juma is jumpy, and Mr. Saura is the one who's going in. Is that it? I wonder if that's such a powerful thing, but it means it's not enough to take. I feel a tingle in my current progression! Especially since I'm on Mr. Gill's lap, I'm scared to feel like it's being directed at me. Yikes!
"I don't plan on doing that"
After sighing and telling him so succinctly, I could see that a tremendous amount of pressure had been flown from behind towards the venue. At that moment, two people who were staring at this one at the venue grab a few steps back. Huh? What?
"I don't have plans, though. If you want to scare Meg, it's not stingy to fight for her."
Mr. Gill sent those two to kill at the pinpoint, he realized, because he heard voices crawling through the land like that from behind him. Oh, ooh...