Young Scholar was instantly delighted.
"You finally looked at me."
"You..."
Young Scholar paused, then pointed at Black Monster. "Come down."
Their positions weren't suitable for a conversation.
Black Monster was high above him.
Literally high above him.
He was down below.
Literally down below, too.
Of course.
It wasn't unexpected.
Black Monster ignored Young Scholar.
Young Scholar: ...
How had he let the excitement of being noticed get to his head?
He'd actually forgotten that they weren't exactly on friendly terms...
Young Scholar took a deep breath.
He knew.
There was no way he could make Black Monster listen to him.
If he could...
Then why would he have spent all this time suffering?
What should he do?
Just talk like this?
He tilted his head back...
Young Scholar looked around.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he made up his mind.
He hugged the tree in front of him.
That's right.
Young Scholar had decided to climb the tree.
After all, Young Scholar had been a boy who went into the mountains to play with his older brother as a child.
Climbing trees had been no problem for him.
Well.
That was true when he was little.
Later, he'd devoted himself to studying...
And it had been a long time since he'd climbed a tree.
He wasn't sure...
Could he still climb trees?
He'd already gotten into position...
If he couldn't climb it in the end...
Wouldn't that be horribly embarrassing?
Forget it.
Young Scholar quickly came around.
Hadn't he already embarrassed himself plenty in front of Black Monster?
It wouldn't matter if he embarrassed himself one more time.
The most important thing now was...
He could talk face-to-face...
And have a proper conversation with Black Monster.
For himself...
For the version