The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

From that day on, I took rehabilitation seriously. [M] I can move my body, my fingertips, my arms... I mean, I move my body desperately until I can move the brush the way I wanted. Maybe I moved my body hard enough to compete for one or two in my life.

"Hey, hey, don't be too sorry, huh? You slept 10 days, didn't you?

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry I couldn't do that. I know what it's like to go back to the woods..."

"Yeah. Because I want to draw fast"

"... Oh, that way"

I want to draw quickly. I want to draw this man. I don't know if I can fix it, but still, I want to paint Mr. Redgard in good health, not injured. If there's anything you can do about drawing, I want to draw.

... while I think I'm moving my body.

"Ha-ha-ha... you really like to paint and paint"

Mr. Redgard sighed like he was impressed to say so.

... right.

Yeah. I, really, like to paint.

Whether the picture materializes, the picture is reflected in the entity, or it can create creatures that aren't supposed to be there, even if you leave them all... Yeah. I like it.

I like it. I paint. Yes, it was. I remember.

"... yeah"

When I nod and answer, Mr. Redgard...

"Oh, Togo laughed!

That's what makes me kind of happy.

"You, always look like that. It's not the usual guy. Come on."

Are you upset? I'm not very conscious. But... yeah, well, if you can continue to paint as much as you like, maybe I'll just be 'that kind of face'. I'm sure.

Then my body came back and I was in good shape to paint.

So for once, I decided to go back to the woods with Mr. Redgard. To go home and get my paintings.

"Okay. Then you're that way."

... and I'm in trouble, quickly.

"Um... this, what?

"Hmm? That's my subpoena."

In front of me is a wolf made of flames.

The wolf is bigger than me. And Mr. Redgard is on the other one.... on a wolf.

"Oh, I'm fine. These guys can run normally even if I ride. Togo is lighter than me, no matter what you think, and don't worry about it. Mostly because these guys are the finest of fire."

I wonder if it's not hot, but softly, I'll touch the back of the flaming wolf.

... fuzzy, and I felt something lighter, not fur. Then, warm.

"I told them about Togo. It's okay."

"... yeah"

I let myself ride over the wolf of fire. [M]

Then I was able to ride much tighter than I thought.... Apparently, the fire sperm is changing its shape to suit me. It makes sense to just fit.

"Okay! Well, I can't really fly it, but let's just relax. Relax."

And when I rode the fiery wolf or no, Mr. Redgard said so... two wolves ran out at an amazing speed.

I went to the woods in about 2 hours.

... Maybe it was' I can't even fly much 'speed. But it was too fast for me. Yeah, hey, I'm a little tired......

"Oh. You guys haven't done this in a long time!

And when I got to the forest house, there were... lots of horses there. Unicorn and Heavenly Horse all come to me. [M]

"Look, just like I promised! I brought you back a proper togo!

When Mr. Redgard said so, Heavenly Horse stroked him with wings. Maybe it's like, "Well done."

"I'm home."

When I greeted the horses, they stopped by me.... It's a bit painful to be pushed by a gyu. And then I'm tickled with feathers and tails, and I'm a little tickled.

"Oh, that's very popular, Togo."

"Hmm... back off for a second. I'd like to get some paintings."

In the meantime, the horses managed to retreat, and I'm going back to the house. When I come back with a bag containing paint material...... there I am surrounded by horses again.

"Um, hey"

If I raise my voice in protest, the horse will not retreat. [M] At all, you won't leave me. Besides, more and more horses came from behind the woods and surrounded us.

What should I do? I can't move if this is it.

"... this, maybe you can't come back to us. The one?

"Yeah......"

... Apparently, me and Mr. Redgard can't get Mr. Redgard home.

I had no choice, so I decided to paint Mr. Redgard here.

I'm sorry for Mr. Redgard, but he also laughed and forgave me. 'If I bring Togo back here again, Pegasus and the Unicorns will be angry this time,' he said funny. Yeah. Sure, I feel angry...

Ask Mr. Redgard to sit loosely on the couch, and I will try to turn to him and place Ethel and a wooden plate watered with watercolor painting paper. And I decided to have him painted.

... I've never painted a person this way. I've never even used this kind of big paper before...... hey, I'm nervous.

But I've had many desserts about Mr. Redgard. The kanji on my face is in my head enough to draw some without having to look at it.

Even if he's bandaged half of his face now or wrapped one arm around it with a bandage, I remember him well enough to paint him without it.

"Okay! You draw cool!

"Yeah."

And most importantly, his scarlet eyes turn this way and shine powerfully.

... It's okay. I can draw properly.

Day 1 ended with a bottom drawing. It's because I didn't have my strength, and Mr. Redgard didn't.

... model people are tough. Sitting motionless for hours is absolutely painful.

"Uh, my body's going to harden!

"I'm sorry."

"Hmm? Fine! I hope you draw cool for that!

Mr. Redgard stood up from the couch and came to me as he stretched out his moving arm.

"Which one, let me see... oh"

He peered down the drawing...... so he blinked his eyes.

Naturally, what's on the drawing paper is what Mr. Redgard looks like with no injuries anywhere.

Seeing that, he basically figured out what I was trying to do.

"No way you...... trying to cure me?

"... yeah"

I nodded a little nervously... Mr. Redgard blinked.

"Right, well... wow!

He stares at the drawing paper for plenty of seconds... and then asks me like he cut a weir.

"Hey, how soon will this be done? Oh, of course, to the extent that you can't help it!

"Uh... three days, about...?

Undercoat it, add it in layers of color, and then draw in the details, maybe, like, three days. I'd really like to finish it sooner, but it might not be possible with my arm. So, as fast as you can, 3 days.

... If I were to portray Mr. Redgard, I felt that a heavy oil color would be better, not a light watercolor. But anyway, I wanted to finish it fast, so I chose a watercolor that dried much faster. Of course, I'm not very used to oil.

"Right! Me, you'll be cured in about three days! Isn't that awesome, Togo! You, do it!

"Oh, I haven't decided to cure you yet."

"Yikes! It's healing! Oh, then you should arrange medication, have it stopped. It goes to waste. Oh, can I have this paper?

"Ah, go ahead.... not, um, eh?

Then Mr. Redgard took one of the note forms that was in there and wrote something down with a pencil there... then, all of a sudden, he gave out a bird made of flames.

... this is also his summoner, I wonder what. When the bird made of flames came out of Mr. Redgard's ear decorations, he received a note form from Mr. Redgard and jumped straight out the window. Maybe you're going home to Mr. Redgard, that bird.

"All right! I stopped arranging drugs! And I told him I'd be staying over here for, like, four days, so he'll be fine!

"Huh...?

Is that good? I stopped arranging medications, so, what's the big deal?

Twitching makes me nervous.

... but Mr. Redgard pounds on my back and laughs.

"Be confident. You brought the Red Dragon back to life, didn't you? Then you can afford it, as much as I can!

If they say so, what...

...... yeah. Good luck. Good luck, absolutely, let's be successful.

That day, I slept surrounded by horses. with a hammock outside.

... My body was lazy, and I feel like I should have slept in bed if it was true, but the horses tried to drag me too far... yeah, I broke into boulders.

I slept in a situation where I didn't quite understand that there were horses under and beside the hammock. I couldn't calm down, but I was able to go to bed right away because I was tired or because I was losing strength.

And the next morning, I was feeling kind of better.

... It's been there before, but could it still be horse therapy?

"Maybe you, you were getting a magic split from Pegasus or Unicorn?

"Huh?"

That day, while I was drawing Mr. Redgard again, I got that view from Mr. Redgard about horse therapy.

I got it, but...

"Look, they're good friends too. They have magic to do, don't they? I've read in some book that when you have an injured companion, it's like you're surrounding them in turn, and you're staying with them, and you're splitting the magic."

... Sure, they used to surround me while the horses switched in turn.

But even if I remember, I don't know what lies ahead.

"Isn't that what you want to sleep with? You know, when you're weak because of lack of magic, we want to separate our own magic.

I'm a little sorry that Mr. Redgard asked... but I'm going to listen.

"... magic, what?

"Huh!? Oh, well, you, you don't even know that! Ah, wow!

And I quickly feel the walls of different cultures. Maybe Mr. Redgard feels it, too. Yeah, I'm sorry.

"Uh, magic is... power. Magic is done by magic, and creatures live by magic. It's in my body, and to some extent, it's flowing outside my body. Uh... it's like blood, you know?

"Yeah."

Somehow, I decide to ask, 'That's what it is'. 'Yeah,' I replied, but I'm not really sure.

"So? Well, some people have a lot of magic. For example, since I'm few, only a summoner can obey someone who feels so good, and I can't serve for much longer. Yeah, in that regard, the Red Dragon... I'm wondering, too. Why did you miss me? That guy. Obviously lacking magic..."

"... maybe because I drew with your blood. Eyes and all that, I drew with your blood. Maybe that's why he thinks he's a parent."

"Oh, did you? Hmmm... I don't think they think you're a parent, but if you did use my blood to draw it, wouldn't it be strange if it was made of my magic? Then I'm convinced it's compatible."

What, you just said, "Magic is like blood," but really blood is magic, is it? I don't know anymore.

"... well no. It's like talking back. It's like not putting back, though, right? Magic is compatible, after all. By man, by warcraft, by magic… there are many that do not fit. For example, my magic fits with fire magic, but other than that, it's perfect."

Really? I mean... if the guy whose painting materializes my magic, what, does that mean that my magic fits the magic of the painting?

"That means it goes well with you, unicorns and pegasus."

"Yeah...... maybe so"

It's nice to be able to get along with a horse. Yeah. I don't know, but that's good.

"So, well... now it's time to get back to it. Ready? Togo." Man dies when his magic runs out ". Remember this properly."

"Huh."

I was made to think about whether the painting was magical or not. I mean, that...

"When you're materializing the painting, maybe you're consuming magic. So, you're fainting because you're painting too much, and the point is, you're fainting because of a lack of magic."

... I remember, somehow, there are verses that come to mind.

When I healed Heavenly Horse's wings and passed out, I felt something coming out of my body. That was out of magic, is that what you mean?

Although... 'man dies when his magic runs out' means...

"... I mean, I didn't wake up for 10 days this time..."

When I asked terribly, Mr. Redgard nodded slowly and heavily... I said.

"Disruptive tea, it sucked"

I'm not going to stop painting when I'm dead.

Draw even if you die. If you can't draw, I'll die.

But...... yeah. As much as possible, because I want to draw......

... I'll be careful.