By the way, Laxus still had that exasperated look on his face.
Well, he probably could get down.
But still, his hands and feet weren't moving!
Could he explain that?
Could he convey what he meant?
He was trying hard, but his hands and feet simply weren't cooperating.
"Hmmm, I see. I understand now..."
As the ultra-cool Rocco, he maintained his calm and nodded sagely.
He turned his head and flashing a tearful smile at Laxus, who was still giving him that disapproving look.
"I'm sorry, Laxus. I've decided... I'm going to become a cicada. I don't think there's going to be a Rocco Final... If I run out of strength, I'll die immediately, so just come back and collect my bones when you can..."
Having accepted his fate, he no longer had the energy to panic. H
e was certain this would be his life now—spending the rest of his days as an out-of-season cicada and eventually dying from exhaustion.