The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 919 919. Sirona's Invitation
Admitting your own mediocrity is the most painful thing in the world, so self-deception is a great antidote.

This is a stupid way to do it, but they obviously have no better way to escape.

Everyone chosen by Sirona once thought that they were unique and unparalleled in the world. However, after years of travel, they tasted setbacks and setbacks, and they finally understood a truth after going through hardships.

He is not unique.

His talent is insignificant in this vast and hopelessly vast world.

The rhetoric before their debut was blown to pieces, and their failures made them doubt themselves.

However, after doubt comes unwillingness and self-paralysis.

Some of them think that being selected by Sirona is already a manifestation of outstanding talent, and the reason why they cannot succeed is because of Sirona's hidden clumsiness.

While talking about giving me advice, I still refused to teach myself more core things, let alone formally accept myself as an apprentice.

Sirona is hypocritical.

"Do they... really think so?" Luther asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to have any more interaction with people and things around Sirona."

"Don't bother me again."

"If the things taught by Sirona are learned by others, I will also be harassed. I don't want to be involved anymore."

"Don't make me recall what happened when I was a trainer. Now I just want to live an ordinary life."

"Are successful people going to eat us losers?"

Satoshiro only said a few reasons for their rejection, but the meaning is self-evident.

Luther knew that some people would be stupid in order to refuse to admit mediocrity, but he didn't expect that the reality was much more stupid than he imagined.

If you don't hate something, doesn't it make you look incompetent?
The success of others seems to prove their mediocrity, so avoidance has become the norm.

"I don't want to admit my failure, I know I have failed but I don't want to face it, and I call Sirona hypocritical..." Satoshiro smiled wryly.

"So when Misaki came to the door as a 'sword tester' and asked them to stand up and face her one by one, I couldn't help applauding."

"It's so enjoyable and exciting. What I wanted to do but didn't do was actually done by a girl who was younger than me, and she did it so heartily, with a little passion in the second year."

"I invited her to the next party, but Misaki told me bluntly that in her eyes, I was no different from those who were knocked on the door."

Luther heard the tremor in Satoshiro's voice.

"With a difficult family, she kept working part-time in order to pursue her dream. She used her abilities to be recognized by many people, and she also got the assistance of a giant golden monster to fight all the way to the main match."

"Misaki never felt that she and us were the same people. In her eyes, we were all people who disappointed Sirona. We were mediocre people who clearly had the conditions to pursue their dreams but didn't cherish them and didn't work hard."

Misaki defeated everyone who could be found in the Sinnoh area.

Each one was shot in the name of Sirona's sword tester.

Rather than saying that she is verifying who is the real trainer for Sirona, it is better to say that she is venting her grievances.

She hates all those who don't work hard. Having experienced poverty to extreme cold, she grabs the straw that Sirona hangs down and keeps climbing.

Satoshiro can understand Misaki's middle school two, because Misaki has a romantic and simple idea, and she thinks that she should be the protagonist.

And as long as she can win, the Second Secondary School will be a good talk, everything said and done will become a meme, and countless people will follow her to build momentum for her.

It's like Luther's flightless label.

Misaki from other people's perspective added a bit of color to the back figure sketched in Luther's heart, making it more real.

"What about you, do you hate Sirona?" Luther asked.

Satoshi immediately replied, "Of course."

"Her appearance seemed to open a whole new door for me, and we, who kept raising our expectations, were also extremely frustrated after failure."

"I used to think, if Sirona hadn't appeared, would I not be so stubborn, insisting on getting some achievements before going on a trip..."

"Can I take Liuwei and slowly accept the fact that I am not very strong, but also an ordinary trainer during the trip?"

Touching the photo frame, Satoshiro said bitterly: "Perhaps you will think that the way those people escape is ugly and shameful, and they use twisted ways to cover up the fact that they are failures and mediocrity."

"But if you ask them if they really hate Sirona and hope that Sirona will have a bad life, they will definitely shake their heads."

"If something happens and Sirona needs help, even if they don't show up, they will contribute their insignificant strength instead of continuing to escape..."

"Actually, they all know that they are escaping and blame Sirona for their mistakes... It's disgusting to do so."

Satoshiro grinned slightly, and tilted his head to look at Luther: "People like you must not understand their entangled mentality."

Knowing that his hatred is unreasonable and wrong, but he can't control himself, this kind of contradiction is only realized by Sojiro in these years.

Back then, the self who would knock on Misaki's door and applaud and shouted, recalled the past again, and listened to those people's words of rejection, and had a different experience.

Luther took out a letter with black background and gold border from his arms, and the signature on it made Sojiro's eyes widen.

Not a message bouncing on a phone screen, or a voice on a phone.

This is a letter written by Sirona.

Satoshiro has not been in contact with Sirona for a long time, and he has been trying to downplay the fact that he was pointed out by Sirona over the years.

Sojiro, who was pinching the letter paper, had trembling hands, and the expression on his face was constantly changing.

"Because it's too late this year, so please work harder next year..."

"Please tell the rest of the people that next year, Sirona will invite them to participate in the annual meeting on Qidao."

Luther patted Sojiro on the shoulder: "Sirona knows that the reason why she no longer contacts is not because of indifference, but because I hope they can accept this fact by themselves."

"She is not a good teacher in this regard, and she doesn't know how to help them get out. She also admitted that some of the things she did were sloppy. I'm sorry, please convey it to them."

There were tears in Satoshiro's eyes.

When leaving Sojiro's house, Luther who heard something from Darkrai showed a sly smile.

"Satojiro, do you want to know what Liuwei muttered when you heard your memories just now?"

When Sojiro heard that it was related to Liuwei, he immediately ran up.

The six tails were faster, and one swoop was about to knock Luther over.

After being stopped by Miaomiao and Darkley, he planned to use jet flames to stop Luther from speaking.

Seeing that Liuwei was so anxious to "kill the mouth", Sojiro became even more curious.

"Liuwei said, back then you still liked to hug her and kiss her, but the elves received more and more, so you stopped doing it."

Luther greeted Miaomiao and Darkley to come back with a smile.

Darkley was very puzzled, did he treat him as a display?
You all know that you can translate, but you still talk about love in front of your face. Doesn't this blow you up?
(End of this chapter)