
Now, Paul no longer takes the people who accompany him to a city by bus. Paul now prefers to go to the station to take the electric train, of course, Cherry who has traveled many times with Paul, quite surprised by the change, is, he so screeching to Paul to ask for an explanation about the change of the vehicle they ride.
But unfortunately, Paul ignored Cherry, he let the girl screech as much, even while they were standing on the platform, waiting for the train to arrive. While Naomi, just nodding her head, tried to understand that, she said, wanting Paul to turn the vehicle he was riding into a train, plane, or even a large ship, it was not too surprising, because Naomi had never traveled with Paul somewhere, and this was the first time she had gone to a city with her mentor. That's why Naomi looks calm on Paul's choice, after all, on the plus side, electric trains are faster than inter-city buses. Isn't that a good choice?
Naomi instead astonished at Cherry's excessive behavior in response to Paul's choice, but strangely, when they had entered the cabin of the train, the, and sitting on a soft bench facing each other in a small room, Cherry even looks happy, her body can not sit on the bench, swinging legs, and legs, his eyes glittered with joy as he watched the scene unfold from the window, and was very excited when discussing about the things he saw outside. According to Naomi, it was Cherry's change of emotions that made her astonished, even though a few minutes ago, the short girl seemed to disagree on the vehicle they were going to ride, but after getting into the vehicle, the short girl looked happy. It was really strange, Naomi thought with her eyes that looked down at Cherry, observing the behavior of the little girl sitting before her.
"Paul," called Naomi to the black-haired man sitting next to her in a gentle tone, curious at the man's serious-looking face, as if he was contemplating something. "What's wrong with you? You don't seem like you usually do. Your face looks very serious, I'm curious."
Hearing the question, Paul turned his eyes to Naomi's face, they looked at each other until finally, Paul spoke up. "Nothing" said Paul, replying to Naomi's question, with gestures like a tired man. "I'm just daydreaming."
"Dreaming what?" Naomi asked again.
"Said no, yeah, nothing! I'm not daydreaming about anything, I'm just daydreaming with an empty mind. You understand!?"
"empty thoughts?" Naomi knitted her brows. "That's impossible. You look like you're thinking about something, no, rather, like you're planning something. I'm sure it is."
"Plan?" Paul raises his eyebrows, visibly shocked at Naomi's assessment of her behavior. "You think I'm Nico? I'm not that kind of person! I don't like to think or plan complicated things! That's not my style! My style is!" Paul hit his right chest with his left hand, putting on his proud face. "Move without a second thought!"
"Move without a second thought?" Naomi smiled, withholding her laughter. "Isn't that the same as being careless?"
"Yes! I'm being careless! You're satisfied with that, huh!?"
Cherry puffed her two cheeks like a tiny balloon, indicating that right now, she was showing her anger at Paul and Naomi who had disturbed her preoccupation with looking at things outside the window of the train. Cherry was eager for the cows she saw from afar, she watched at close range. But because of the sound of Paul and Naomi making a storm nearby, Cherry could not calm down waiting for the train he was riding to approach the field that there were several cows. As a result, Cherry did not get the right time and position to see the cows.
"Fuck the cows! We don't take the train to enjoy the view, fool! We are here to visit Luna City! To drag the next hero that's there!"
Finally, Paul spouted his extremely sadistic sharp words at Cherry, making the little girl feel pierced. No, it's even worse than that. Paul's speech was so rough, making Cherry puff two cheeks bigger, until his face became red.
"I'm sorry, Cherry" Naomi said, trying to calm an emotional Cherry. "I'm not going to lure Paul in again to scream, I just asked Paul about his expression that looked brooding, but as you can hear, Paul answered him loudly, saying, it makes you annoyed with that voice. In other words, it was my fault. So, forgive me, Cherry."
Slowly, the bubbles printed on Cherry's two cheeks, shrank and shrank, until her two cheeks seemed normal as ever. "Well, Cherry will forgive your mistakes! But" Cherry stared intently at Paul and Naomi. "Don't make any more noise!"
Naomi nodded her head, understanding Cherry's request, and she decided not to provoke Paul into making a sound, as it could create a stormy atmosphere. As a result, Naomi turned her head to the window and watched the pink mountains that were presented far in front of her. Looks like this train has entered the Poppe City area, which is Cherry's hometown.
"WAAAH! THAT'S MOUNT ANDROMIZ! A MOUNTAIN THAT CAN GRANT ALL REQUESTS! EVEN IF IT'S A MYTH, ANYWAY! HIHHHHII!"
And apparently, the noisiest one in the carriage, was Cherry herself. Makes Paul want Naomi to breathe simultaneously. Little boy, thought the two of them. But, the two of them simultaneously stared at the mountain called Andromiz, whose color was a total pink, accompanied by the bright blue sky on it, adding the perfect impression of the mountain range. The unthinkable of Naomi and Paul, is probably just the word 'beautiful', other than that it might be 'amazing' 'thrilling' or 'wow!'.
However, when the three of them were admiring the beauty of the Andromiz mountains from their respective benches, suddenly the door of the room they occupied was knocked by someone. As a result, the three of them seemed to be awakened from their respective daydreams and turned towards the door.
Observing Cherry and Paul who seemed reluctant to open the door, it was Naomi who took the initiative herself to get up from her stool and reach for the doorknob. Slowly, the door of the small room was opened by the pull of Naomi's thin hand wrapped in a black robe, and they were quite surprised to see the figure of the person who came knocking on the door.