"A single person wrote the plot and script based on the visuals, then even managed to dub it like this~~~"
Even Mog could not help clicking his tongue in amazement.
If a capable adult could do this, it would not have been surprising.
But the one who had accomplished this was Chrollo, who was only ten years old.
"Then, if nothing unexpected happens, Chrollo's personal solo show should be next..."
That thought had barely crossed Mog's mind when the large screen suddenly flickered and turned to static.
The sound vanished as well, along with the picture.
"Did it break!?"
The Meteor City children, who had been watching happily, were stunned.
"But there's nothing we can do. This is Meteor City~~~"
"It is Meteor City stuff, after all."
"It's all discarded trash anyway~~~"
After their brief surprise, the Meteor City children did not find it strange.
It had already been great that they had something to watch before, not to mention that it even had local dubbing.
Now that it could not play properly because of quality issues, they had no other complaints.
They all acted as though they did not care at all, or as though this was simply how things were supposed to be.
It was as if such things happening in Meteor City was only natural.
This place had always been where the trash was.
"Hey, hurry up and play the rest, Chrollo~!!"
Uvogin, on the other hand, eagerly stirred things up. "Is that all there is, Chrollo?!"
He seemed more than happy to see Chrollo embarrassed.
While he was shouting, he failed to notice that Mog beside him had quietly left the scene.
Machi and Feitan noticed.
However, both of them tacitly remained silent.
Whatever Mog wanted to do, he had his own ideas.
For now, they were in no position to interfere.
At the same time, Chrollo, who had noticed the problem long ago, promptly found Father Zhol.
"Father Zhol, what happened?!"
"The videotape got stuck..."
Father Zhol inspected the tape behind the screening area and found the problem. "It's all tangled up inside."
"It'll take quite a while to pull it out and straighten it out again."
As the two spoke, the screening area outside had already grown noisy.
Aside from a small number of people like Uvogin making a fuss,
most of the Meteor City children were used to this sort of thing.
Though they were disappointed, it did not affect them too much.
They laughed and joked around, and some had even begun playing where they stood.
The whole venue gradually became a chaotic mess.
Seeing this, Chrollo thought for a moment, then resolutely held out his hand to Father Zhol.
"Father Zhol, give me the microphone..."
"Ahh, sorry. I thought it was time for a break and went to eat, pff pff~"
"Who knew I'd eat something bad and end up squatting in the toilet for ages, pff pff~~"
"So I paused the video. Sorry, pff pff~~~"
Amid the crowd's clamor, Chrollo walked onto the stage with the microphone, speaking in an exaggerated tone.
Chrollo puffed out his cheeks and narrowed his eyes, putting on an exceptionally comical act like a chubby little fellow.
"Uh, where was the story again?!"
"Hey, where's Cleaning Blue? Little Blue, where are you, pff pff?!"
Combined with the voice Chrollo used, which the children present found especially familiar~~~
"Ah, that sounds like Cleaning Yellow's voice! That's amazing!!"
"Could it be performed by kids around our age?!"
All the noise in the venue stopped at that moment.
Everyone's attention focused on Chrollo onstage.
The children had never expected that the people dubbing the cartoon Cleaning Warriors they watched were actually from Meteor City.
One by one, they temporarily forgot that the videotape could not play and began focusing on Chrollo onstage.
They Kept Growing Stronger!!
"Chrollo really is as outstanding as ever."
From backstage, Father Zhol watched Chrollo's marvelous performance, his face filled with gratification.
Whether it was talent, learning ability, or his capacity to inspire and lead others,
he could always draw everyone's gaze toward himself.
As soon as he stepped forward, he became the focus of the entire crowd, the center of everyone's attention.
"A child like him has limitless potential in the future..."
Watching the scene, Father Zhol quietly said, "Chrollo will definitely achieve great things."
Well, those "great things" could refer to any field.
As Chrollo did his best to show off his dubbing skills onstage to buy time,
the children in the audience learned that Chrollo had successfully voiced most of the male characters.
They generously gave him applause, cheers, and shouts of encouragement.
"It's fixed at last!!"
Pakunoda and Shira, both drenched in sweat, finally sorted out the tangled videotape.
Sarasa said excitedly, "I knew Chrollo would be fine!!"
Chrollo's performance onstage in particular had made many people, including him, feel that he was incredible.
"His dubbing is excellent."
Phinks rested his chin on his hand, somewhat surprised. "So Chrollo has this kind of skill too?!"
"Besides the dubbing, isn't his ability to control the crowd even more surprising?"
Feitan muttered from the side, a rare comment from him.
"It's hard not to pay attention to him."
Even Machi nodded lightly and gave that assessment.
If they had accumulated a little more experience, they would have known that this was called charisma.
"Anyway, I know Uvogin definitely couldn't do something like this."
Nobunaga crossed his legs and watched the scene with interest. "Whether it's dubbing or performing onstage."
"If it were Uvogin, he'd only smash the stage~~~"
Uvogin, seated nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth, but for once, he did not speak up to argue or curse.
Just as Nobunaga said, he truly could not do this sort of thing.
So he had nothing to criticize about Chrollo's strenuous performance onstage.
After all, Chrollo had voluntarily done all this for the Meteor City children, so that they could watch the cartoon.
That spirit alone, paired with his performance, was enough to make Uvogin feel a measure of admiration.
Of course, he would never say such a thing aloud. He could only stiffly change the subject.
"Doesn't it all come down to the videotape breaking? If Mog had done all this, what accident could possibly happen? Right, Mog... Mog?!!"
Only then did Uvogin and the others notice that Mog had quietly left without anyone noticing.
"Soon, the picture will be back and the screening can resume!"
Sarasa wiped the sweat from his little head and happily said to his companions beside him,
"Luckily, everyone helped out."
"No, Chrollo was the main reason the crowd stayed under control."
Shira still smiled gently and shook her head.
"And Father Zhol gave us plenty of support."
Pakunoda added.
"Yeah, he provided this screening equipment and the venue. Thank you so much, Father Zhol... Father Zhol?!!"
When Sarasa and the others also wanted to express their thanks, they were astonished to discover
that Father Zhol had apparently slipped away at some point without them knowing.
"Did he go take care of something else?"
Sarasa and the others looked puzzled, but quickly put the matter out of their minds.
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