37 - The first round of quiet talk, the most powerful match! The most powerful title is to him...






"Lucky, you don't stink."

------ well. I don't know.



"It kind of stinks. Lucky, can I talk to you for a second?"

----Come in.

 I put my nose close to it, and there's a distinctly strange smell.



"Ugh! Lucky, you stink! When's the last time you took a bath?"



 One day, while searching in the forest, there was an incident in which Lucky smelled something strange.



--Uh...... yesterday?

"We were together all yesterday, weren't we?"

 Lucky takes a step back from us.



--It might have been the day before yesterday.

"We were together the day before yesterday. Come to think of it, you didn't wipe your body when everyone else was wiping theirs, just watching."

 Lucky takes another step back.



--What are you talking about? I'm licking and cleaning myself up, so I'm fine.

"All of you! Get out of the box yard!"



 All the followers come out of the box yard.

"Papa, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to give Lucky a bath. I need your help.

"Yeah. Okay.

I'll take care of it.



----Don't think you can catch me that easily. You're going to have to go all out.

 Lucky replies with such gusto that you'd think he was some kind of villain.



"All right, everyone gather around me! I'll use my auxiliary magic to improve everyone's physical abilities!"  

 The magic from me is absorbed into the bodies of all the followers except Lucky and Shannon.



--You can't think that you can make up the difference between me and them with just a little auxiliary magic! ----



"Yay! I'm playing catch-up with Lucky!"

 It was Patra who was the first to go for it.



------ Hmmm. Patra, just because you've grown up a little, don't think you can beat me.

 Patra rushes in on Lucky by herself and spits out a string from her mouth.



----You're still too naive. You're wasting your command skills if you come at me alone.

"Now, Lucky, thanks for letting me down!"



 I don't know how long it has been since I've moved, but strings start popping up from five different places on the tree where the orange-ant is.

 Lucky's limbs are tied to the big tree, and he is unable to move.



"Pow! I got Lucky!"

 The orange-antes are high-fiving each other, but .......

"Patra, not yet!"



--Yes, I admit I'm getting there, but it's still sweet! But it's not enough! You've got to stop him before he can do anything else.

 Lucky's strings snapped as he exerted himself, and he swung them around as if to entangle all the Orange Ants.



 All of the Orange-antes were tied up.



"Uhn... Lucky is strong! Lucky is so strong!"

 Patra cried out in frustration at her defeat.

 The patras are still children, I guess.



 The gargoyle responded to her voice.



"Mr. Lucky, you're being immature. You made Patra cry."

--Hoa. Gargoyle's next. Come and get me. I'll play with you.



"Mr. Lucky, I've been fooled too. I've been a gargoyle for 100 years and now I'm under the auxiliary magic of Mr. Locke. You can't make up for the years of experience you've lived. I do what I have to do when I have to do it.



 Mr. Gargoyle casts wind magic.

 I remember seeing this scene.



--Hahahaha. You are so naive. You dare to cast wind magic at me? I'll cut you a little slack from last time.

 Lucky wags his tail in the air.



"Gargoyle!"

 No more gargoyles for you.



----Who's next? ----

"Mr. Lucky, I'm going to borrow your chest."






--Shannon, don't just borrow my chest, come at me seriously.

"Then I'll give it my all!"

 Shannon pulls out her sword and cuts at Lucky.

 Shannon's moves are much better than before, but to Lucky it's like twisting a child's hand.



--Shannon, no matter how good a sword you have, if you don't hit it, it doesn't matter.

"You could at least snatch it!"



 Shannon's sword, which she had been wielding calmly, is becoming more and more crude.

--You won't hit anything if you're in such a hurry.

"I know!"

 Shannon's attack speed suddenly increases.

 As Lucky tried to back away, he found a large tree.



----Shannon did that on purpose. That was pretty good.

 Shannon slowed down and swung his sword in a big, angry swing, driving Lucky into the tree and speeding him up.



 Shannon's sword touches Lucky's hair.

 Shannon's sword touches Lucky's hair, but does not cut him down.



--That's not bad for a guy who's still growing!

"Thank you, but I'm not done yet. But I'm not finished yet.



 Lucky puts his paw on Shannon's neck.

--"Move and you'll lose your head!



 Lucky's intimidation hits Shannon, and she pulls her hand away from the sword, meaning to show no further resistance.



"No, I give up."

 Shannon could not stop Lucky either.



--Now, it's time to get serious. Rock, that's ...... what that ...... sweet ...... smell is ......--



 If you look closely, you can see a skybird waving a flower you've never seen before above Lucky's head.

 That ...... me too .......



 Everyone, including me, was in the box before I knew it.

 The smell of the lucky was that the lucky had been washed and dried and the flowers smelled good.

 What was more surprising was that Lucky's fluffiness was much improved.



 Fluffy is the best.



 Lucky never left the tree where Skybird was.



----I didn't think ...... I'd be put to sleep...... wow----

 Lucky was so frustrated that Skybird put him to sleep that he kept barking at Skybird to come down.



 That's the kind of loser .......

------Rock, are you thinking of something rude? ----

"No, I don't think so."



 Skybird was not taking Lucky seriously and was lounging comfortably in the tree tops.

 Skybird was the best of the best!



 We enjoyed Lucky's fluffiness around the barking Lucky.

 One of these days, I'm going to give him a bath and make him the best fluff ever.