Ulu: Good! You're doing great! Faster, higher!
A grandma can be crazy about sports too. Give her time, and she will burn like the sun.
Spathodea: Yes! Ulu, you are exactly the Ulu I knew in my memory!
Spathodea: Fire Racewalking, Apparate 400 Meters, Branch Vault, and Malingee's Harvest ... We have brought back so many old games!
Spathodea: Oh, I have to go! The Bunny Bunny Arm Wrestling is about to start!
Games after games, ideas after ideas.
Both active and inactive arcanists find their own happiness on this field.
Ezra: The people are having a good time here. They are sweaty but also delighted. I've never seen anything like this in Laplace.
Once again, Ezra looks up at the shabby rooftop.
Ezra: As Ms. Ulu said, this excitement comes from the Stadium itself. Is this a recovery arcane skill that works on arcanists? Or, a kind of cheering potion?
Vertin: No, I don't think so. It just smells ... familiar here.
Regulus: Yes! Right! Totally agree with you!
Regulus: It smells like the, uh, the weird cave on that island ... burp! Hmm?
Regulus: Oh, I smell beef, with tomato and mixed grilling sauce ... Oh! It must be my tomato steak flavor potato crisp. Haha! This is great fun!
Regulus: I didn't touch a drop, but, ah, feeling dizzy!
Vertin: Watch out, Regulus. You are falling down.
Supported by a pair of friendly arms, the Rockin' Pirate softly jumps like a long, thin jelly.
Regulus: Oh? Are you saying that a sports game can narcotize people, too? Hmm. I think Mr. APPLe knows it better than me. Let me check where he is.
Despite her weakness, the pirate's excitement is not dampened. She's in a "jelly" mood to explore.
Vertin: Mmm?!
Regulus: I see him! I see a red ball. Oh! That must be Mr. APPLe! But, but he seems rounder and bigger.
While Vertin is trying to keep a drunk Regulus balanced, the game on the other side of the Stadium has come to an end. Spathodea wipes the sweat off her forehead with rosy cheeks and eyes sparkling.
Bunny Bunny: Time's up! And the victory goes to—Ms. Desert Flannel!
Desert Flannel: Ha ...! I told ya, no one beats me at arm-wrestling!
Spathodea: pants Ugh, I lost ... You are so strong!
Spathodea: The strongest I have ever ... Ugh ...
Spathodea bounces up like a spring.
And immediately slumps down.
Desert Flannel: Spathodea!
Desert Flannel: You alright? Hey ... wake up! Go, get me the wet towel!
Folding the towel and putting it on that rosy girl's forehead has become a routine to Desert Flannel. After finishing this, she fans her with her own jacket.
Vertin: Her temperature ... is a bit lower than just now, but her condition is quite stable. I guess it's not a "reincarnator" reaction, but something else.
Darley Clatter: sniff
Darley Clatter: Is she alright? She feels hot, but not as hot as the horseshoe made of pure gold.
Desert Flannel: I'm positive that she was once a lot hotter than your little hooves are right now.
Desert Flannel: She was a walking fire that burned fiercely, the forest-destroying kind.
Darley Clatter: Neigh?!
The wooden horse whinnies in panic and rolls backward on its squeaky metal wheels.
Ezra: Please don't panic. I have not observed any signs of flame in her eyes or mouth. She's not ablaze again.
Ezra: Ms. Desert Flannel, did she have any abnormalities before she passed out?
Desert Flannel: Abnormalities? Some, I think. She waddled as if she was pissed, and talked so loudly that anyone could tell she wasn't in a clear mind ...
Vertin: Drunk, clouding of consciousness ... No, Regulus!
Regulus: You look like an apple-color giant rock, Mr. APPLe! You are so big, and our ship is so small.
Ulu: I'm feeling so good ... and inspired! deep breath
Standing next to a tremendous ball of fire, the Rockin' Pirate has never felt this small before.
Regulus: exhales Ah? Huh? Seems your change of size changes your voice as well.
Regulus: But! Since you get this huge, we can strike those old fogeys in London like a meteor! On top of the world, there will be our flag of Rock 'n' Roll!
Regulus: Come! Come to me—I require the biggest huuuuug!
But it's not a good idea to have any hugs with fire.
Vertin: Regulus!
Regulus: Whoaa!! It's hot! It's burning!! It's burning my hands!
Because they are scorching, unstable, and fiery.
Ulu: Go beyond your limits! Your sweat is the best eulogy for the red land!
Ezra: That's Ms. Ulu! She's out of control! Is this ... Also a result of the Stadium's power?!
Bunny Bunny: Oh, my! Ms. Regulus! Be careful!
The fireball grows bigger and bigger. Bunny Bunny runs to Regulus and grabs her sleeve.
Regulus: Ah, I'm so tired. Let me take a nap.
Bunny Bunny: Regulus? Regulus! Oh, dear ... Don't pass out now! I'm getting you outta here, just a sec!
Regulus: Zzzz ...
Ezra: Another one has passed out. If we let it go on like this, every arcanist here would ... Ms. Vertin, we have to leave at once!
Bunny Bunny: But Ms. Spathodea has passed out, too! Who can open that door?
Vertin: Bunny Bunny, take everyone back to the suitcase!
Vertin: Don't let anyone out before I open it again!
Bunny Bunny: Alright, got it ... Oops! I got tripped by ... Huh?! Mr. APPLe! Why are you sleeping in the grass?
Darley Clatter: Darley is on it!
With Click on his back and APPLe in his mouth, Darley Clatter pushes La Source into the suitcase and jumps inside after her. Clang. The suitcase closes, blocking the fire from a full room of arcanists.
Ulu: All the fun, the fun of sports! I am burning like I did a thousand years ago!
Ulu: Haha ... Let's dance hand in hand, for the respectable sunshine ... and rain!
Fire is always scorching, not to mention the Uluru Flame which has been burning for a thousand years.
She emits her heat like she did as a newborn baby. Smoke coming billowing from the soil, even the beast bones inside eventually burn.
Ezra: Mmm. This is too dangerous. She may start a fire!
Vertin: We have to put her out for now.
Ezra turns to Vertin. They both remember what happened that night at the park.
Vertin: ... The good news is, we are already a skilled fire brigade.
