The Empire of Reimia (3)

After a week of Competitive events, Moriner felt more acutely than ever that he was starting to lose himself in constant self-reproach and unpleasant, depressing thoughts. Therefore, before going to visit his father, he decided that a little fresh air and a chance to clear his head would definitely do him good, and he gladly accepted Lyte's offer.

— Just wait a minute or two, I'm almost finished.

"Yes, of course, take your time, I'll wait," Moriner said. He was very interested in the purpose of his classmate's work, but he decided not to bother him too much, pretending to look around.

— I've wanted to show that nerd for a long time – he explained, still working on the incomprehensible object – but I just couldn't decide on the final touches. He slapped the "back" of the object as if it were a Yaspis – but sitting under artillery fire at the Competitive events, I realized what I needed. I just can't handle it all myself, would you like to help me?

"Uh, sure," Moriner agreed, hesitating for a moment. "I'm actually ashamed to admit, I'm not very good at this, but I'll try to help as much as I can."