In Which She Remembered Bad Stuff

"Now, now. John gave the order, "Boys, meet here." "Now, now."

The other members of the crew gathered around John and sat on the ground, crossing their legs and leaning forward with drinks in their hands.

He began by saying, "Back when I hadn't yet obtained my dragon shape, I was traveling, simply out with my friends from that time." He was referring to the time before he had transformed into a dragon. You have to understand that we were competing in a race across the galaxy, and I was in the lead position; the other boys were so far behind me that I couldn't even see them. At that very moment, I came across a cluster of stars, and you are well aware of the potential difficulties associated with anything like that. There are a million new stars beginning to shine from within the existing stars, which are releasing off-gas as they do so.

The fight that is taking on in these stars is unlike any other conflict I have ever seen. Now I just sit here and wait, watching them, and placing bets with myself on who will finish off who first. I'm keeping an eye on who will end up devouring who. At this point, I've already settled on their names; Jack and James are going to be their monikers, respectively.

The galaxy, on the other hand, is not how it was intended to be, and the approach that was taken to it was hurried. When I heard collisions and bangs, it seemed more violent than if two stars were fighting against each other. Something is moving behind me, and it appears to be travelling in the direction of the stars. I am beginning to become conscious of it.

As it got closer, I realized that it was a damaged solar system headed in that direction together with my own, and that we were both about to collide with it. Since I've arrived here, I've been considering the various means by which I could rescue not just myself but also the stars. If the stars and planets in this solar system were to collide with one another, the outcome would most likely be the development of a new galaxy, a supermassive black hole, and potentially other occurrences. This is something that is not hidden from any of us in the least. Now, I'm still there waiting, and I'm only a few seconds away from getting there. Currently, I'm still there.

The stars could not care less about the planets that orbit their solar system. The following thing I'm going to do is emerge from my dragon shape and then take off into the depths of space. More than getting engaged in everyday matters, the stars delight in the vitality that humans bring. As of just this moment, I'm falling, and the stars are falling with me. It is impossible for the solar system to arrive at this location because it is moving at such an unbelievable speed. And that is how I was successful in rescuing the planets and the stars from each of their respective self.

Everyone on the team shouted at the same time, "To Master John!" "The dragon that fought for the continued existence of the stars."

Hennessy poured drink after drink for John, as well as the rest of the squad, who were all similarly treated. The applause and chanting carried on throughout the performance. The words "What a show-off" came out of Lisa's mouth as she attempted to hide a giggle. Her eyes wandered, and as they did, she became aware of how much adoration and respect everyone felt for John, which allowed them to sit on the floor without being troubled by the fact that he was doing so. Since John had joined the group, not a single individual has consumed any of the liquid that was contained within the jar.

John yelled after the group, "Now, night boys," and continued waving them off until he was completely out of the building.

John gave himself a thorough stretch before muttering "Ahhh" to himself.

After that, Lisa went ahead and joined him outside. In addition to that, she was in a jovial mood because she had never in her wildest dreams anticipated that she would have the chance to observe this side of John. John's actions in this regard took her by surprise. The easygoing side of him talks a lot as if he were unburdened by anything, which is not the truth, but he gives the impression that he is.

His voice unmistakably carries with it the sonic signature of fatigue. Lisa was of the belief that it was normal for anyone to go through those feelings at some point in their lives. When she had those thoughts, she wondered how she had made it through the day without feeling even the slightest bit sleepy.