"So, what do you kids say? Should we end the mock battles for now?" Niahl asked, with his eyes shining.
Surely, he is looking for an excuse to take a rest.
This is really bad. With this snow, surely a storm would be coming next to it. But, I doubt these guys would want to go and idle around not doing anything, wouldn't they?
"I'll be going next!" While, everyone was hesitating, Gino and Forth stood forward, and stated so.
They looked at each other, and kinda did a staring contest for minutes. "I'll be first!" Gino stated, in a pissed tone. "No, I'll be the one to fight first!" Forth fought back.
The two of them continue on fighting, with Russell trying to stop them. Somehow, the spot where they are is very warm.
"Instead of fighting like that, shouldn't you two go and settle it?" Niahl stated. Hearing this Forth and Gino looked at each other and readied their fists.
Are they gonna resolve it with a fist fight?
Silence filled the air around us, while the two were looking at each other. I closed my eyes, since I kinda don't want to see any fist fight.
If they're gonna go and punch each other, they should do it already..!
I opened my eyes, to check things. And as I did, "Rock-Paper-Scissors!" the two started a fight which I No…we didn't expect.
"Alright!" Gino cheered, as he won against Forth on a Rock-Paper-Scissors. "Niahl, I'll be going next!" he told Niahl, while smiling.
Niahl was as confused as us, "A-ah, yeah…"
Well, I can't blame him. When all of us surely expected the two to start a fist fight, they suddenly started another fight which is kinda peaceful.
I guess we can say that they get along as well to start such fight mutually, without asking the other person.
"Hmm, it's cold with this much snow falling down" Gino mumbled, as he stretched.
"Snow, huh?" I mumbled. "Is something wrong Ed-kun?" Anna asked. "Nope, just remembering things" I smiled.
It was snowing at that time, as well…That time I died.
Still, was it this fast on falling again? That time, somehow the snow fell down slower, to the point that I nearly freeze to death, as I bled.
Well, whether it was freeze to death or loss of blood, I will die anyways, that time. And I don't regret dying that time…
Gino exhaled, before closing his eyes. "Hey, Niahl!" Gino called out to Niahl, without opening his eyes back.
"What is it?" Niahl, who looked like he was freezing, asked.
"If I used the snow and used it to hit you and managed to do so, would that count my win?" Gino asked, as he looked at Niahl.
Niahl easily answered, "No"
"I see…" Gino stated. Somehow, I kinda expected him to go and complain to Niahl, but I guess he's not that childish, like how I think he is.
"Were you planning on doing something?" Niahl asked. "Kinda, but you just told me that it would be for nothing. So I changed my plan" Gino smiled.
Gino took a deep breath. He flicked his fingers. Suddenly the snow was blown by a strong wind and went on Niahl's way.
As the snow strongly fall down to the piled ones, at the other audience seats, it caused a little smoke screen.
The smoke soon cleared up, and Niahl was seen stuck at some piled up snow. "U-ugh" He groaned, as he got up from the snow.
"Y-you kids, are you fully aware that I am already old enough for me to easily get muscle aches? That surprised me…" Niahl complained, as he massaged his shoulders.
Gino nonchalantly stated. "You seem fine, Niahl!"
"Just where did you looked at me and thought to say that?!" Niahl complained to Gino once again.
He looks fine to me, as well…
"Look, you're fine enough to complain things. So, let's continue…Niahl!" Gino stated, as he readied his lance.
Starting there Gino kept on thrusting his lance to Niahl, yet all was dodged, while some are parried.
They say that a battlefield is always filled with blood…but I think it otherwise.
What if the types of battle occurring there don't have anyone with an intention to kill, then what would it be filled with?
The answer is...sweat and panting.
Let me rephrase, it is filled with the sweat of the warriors exchanging a never ending clash, and the panting of each due to the fatigue they feel.
Right, the scene in front of us is the best example of it.
Really, all you can say and think of is…"Hurry up and kill each other, otherwise this battle won't end…"
Though, that is only said about a true battle, this is nothing but a mock battle. So I shouldn't say that. "Hmm, I shouldn't" I mumbled.
"What is he thinking?" Reina asked, as she looked at me from behind. "Probably, something ridiculous…" Forth tilted his glasses. "I agree…" Reina nodded,
Russell sighed. "When it comes to things like this, this two sure gets along, don't they?" he mumbled. "Yeah, they do" giggled Anna.
"You're not bad, brat…" Niahl said, as he panted. "You as well old fart!" Gino smirked.
You can easily see Niahl's anger towards Gino's words. "Don't you call me old fart, you damn brat!" he shouted. "Then don't call me a brat, you old fart!" Gino retorted.
I mumbled, "They sure get along…"
"Eh, what did you see to say that, Ed?" Reina asked. "Hmm, don't they say that two persons fight, because they get along…?" I tilted my head to the side.
Anna giggled, "I kinda understand that" Reina tilted her head to the side, "I- I am not sure about that though" whilst having question marks float above her head.
"....."
Silence filled the mood with awkwardness. "I just saw some dots passed by…"I mumbled, as I sighed with my head leaning on my hands.
Anna mumbled in confusion, "Eh? Dots..?"
"Haah, I think it's time to end this meaningless farce, old fart..!" Gino said, as he widened his eyes and wielded his lance on a horizon way in front of him, with his two hands.
He closed his eyes.
"Flutter, flutter like a dancing flower petal, in spring. Flow, flow like the rain that falls, during summer. Blow, blow like the wind that blows away the leaves, in autumn. Fall, fall like the cold snow, during the winter..." Gino chanted.
"Come forth, Ourliachtós Ánemos!" Gino shouted, as a spiral hole-like thing appeared beneath Niahl.
No…it wasn't a hole, it was a wind!
Even if Niahl were to run, he will be caught by it. And so, he stood still and got flown up by the wind.
Before he got flown up by the wind, I kinda saw Niahl smile a bit.
Niahl fell as the wind cleared up. "Will this be counted as my win, old fart!" asked Gino. "Yeah, good job brat!" Niahl chuckled, as he rushed to pat Gino's head.
"Y-you..! I won, so you don't have to call me a brat, right?" Gino complained. But, Niahl continued laughing, while ignoring his complains.
Really, what a similar bunch…
Niahl stopped laughing, and looked at us. "So, who's gonna go fight next?" he asked, with a smile.
Hmm, did he finally gain his motivation back?
"Snow, huh?" I mumbled. "Is something wrong Ed-kun?" Anna asked. "Nope, just remembering things" I smiled.
It was snowing at that time, as well…That time I died.
Still, was it this fast on falling again? That time, somehow the snow fell down slower, to the point that I nearly freeze to death, as I bled.
Well, whether it was freeze to death or loss of blood, I will die anyways, that time. And I don't regret dying that time…
Gino exhaled, before closing his eyes. "Hey, Niahl!" Gino called out to Niahl, without opening his eyes back.
"What is it?" Niahl, who looked like he was freezing, asked.
"If I used the snow and used it to hit you and managed to do so, would that count my win?" Gino asked, as he looked at Niahl.
"No" Niahl easily answered. "I see…" Gino stated. Somehow, I kinda expected him to go and complain to Niahl, but I guess he's not that childish, like how I think he is.
"Were you planning on doing something?" Niahl asked. "Kinda, but you just told me that it would be for nothing. So I changed my plan" Gino smiled.
Niahl asked, "Your Element..?"
"My Element allows me to control the wind around, not create wind around me. I can surround myself with wind and fly in the sky, as well" Gino answered.
Niahl hummed, "How about making the wind push your elbow to strengthen the punch you made?" he asked. "I can do that" Gino nodded.
"Okay, that's all I need. Let's start" Niahl smiled.
Gino took a deep breath. He flicked his fingers. Suddenly the snow was blown by a strong wind and went on Niahl's way.
As the snow strongly fall down to the piled ones, at the other audience seats, it caused a little smoke screen.
The smoke soon cleared up, and Niahl was seen stuck at some piled up snow. "U-ugh" He groaned, as he got up from the snow.
"Y-you kids, are you fully aware that I am already old enough for me to easily get muscle aches?
I was surprised that the snowstorm you created easily pushed me, you know" Niahl complained, as he massaged his shoulders.
"You seem fine, Niahl!" Gino stated. "Just which part of me did you look and say that?" Niahl complained once again.
He looks fine to me, as well…
"Look, you're fine enough to complain things. So, let's continue…Niahl!" Gino stated, as he readied his lance.
Starting there Gino kept on thrusting his lance to Niahl, yet all was dodged, while some are parried. They say that a battlefield is filled with blood…but I think it otherwise.
What if the types of battle occurring there don't have anyone with an intention to kill, then what would it be filled with?
The answer is...sweat and panting.
Let me rephrase, it is filled with the sweat of the warriors exchanging a never ending clash, and the panting of each due to the fatigue they feel.
Right, the scene in front of us is the best example of it.
Really, all you can say and think of is…"Hurry up and kill each other, otherwise this battle won't end…"
Though, that is only said about a true battle, this is nothing but a mock battle. So I shouldn't say that. "Hmm, I shouldn't" I mumbled.
"What is he thinking?" Reina asked. "Probably, something ridiculous…" Forth said. "I agree…" Reina said. "You two that is rude…"Russell said.
"You're not bad, brat…" Niahl said, as he panted. "You as well old fart!" Gino smirked. You can easily see Niahl's anger, about Gino's words.
"Don't you call me old fart, you damn brat!" Niahl shouted. "Then don't call me a brat, you old fart!" Gino retorted.
"They sure get along…" I said.
"Eh, what did you see to say that, Ed-kun?" Anna asked. "Hmm, don't they say that two persons fight, because they get along…?" I said. "I- I am not sure about that…" Anna said.
"....."
Silence filled the mood with awkwardness. "I just saw some dots passed by…"I mumbled, as I sighed with my head leaning on my hands. "Eh? Dots..?" Anna mumbled.
"Haah, I think it's time to end this meaningless farce, old fart..!" Gino said, as he widened his eyes and wielded his lance on a horizon way in front of him, with his two hands.
He closed his eyes.
"Flutter, flutter like a dancing flower petal, in spring. Flow, flow like the rain that falls, during summer. Blow, blow like the wind that blows away the leaves, in autumn. Fall, fall like the cold snow, during the winter..." Gino chanted.
"Come forth, Ourliachtós Ánemos!" Gino shouted, as a spiral hole appeared beneath Niahl. No…it wasn't a hole, it was a wind!
Even if Niahl were to run, he will be caught by it. And so, he stood still and got flown up by the wind.
Before he got flown up by the wind, I kinda saw Niahl smile a bit.
Niahl fell as the wind cleared up. "It's my win, old fart!" Gino grinned. "Yeah, good job brat!" Niahl chuckled, as he patted Gino's head.
"Y-you..! I won, so you don't have to call me a brat, right?" Gino complained. But, Niahl continued laughing, while ignoring his complains.
Really, what a similar bunch…
Niahl stopped laughing, and looked at us. "So, who's going next?" Niahl asked, with a smile.
Hmm, did he finally gain his motivation back?