Musashi made it into the final round, but lost to a Pikachu. Go figure. Thankful, she had no idea of the commotion that had gone on.
"Nyasu, where's Kojiro?"
"Um…he got feeling sick!" Nyasu quickly made up an excuse.
"Sick?"
"Yeah, that's it! Must have been some bad fruit. We don't exactly get the high quality stuff you know."
"Oh, I hope he's ok"
"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be just fine."
In truth, Nyasu was almost as worried as I was. But thankfully Musashi wasn't very bright, and didn't pick up on his unsure response.
I made my way back to camp and laid down on my sleeping break. My tears had dried, which was good since Musashi and Nyasu arrived a few seconds after I laid down.
"Kojiro, you ok" Musashi asked?
"Um…yeah. I just needed to lay down." Nyasu looked nervous. I wasn't sure what he told her, but the less I said the better.
"Well I hope you're ready for tomorrow because we need to get back to catching that Pikachu. We've barely worked on it at all."
"And who's fault is that?" Nyasu said to himself.
"I'm going to go wash up. You guys get dinner ready." Musashi said and walked off.
I sighed and sat up. "Well, you heard her."
"Kojiro wait a second. About what I said. I'm sorry I made you so upset. I wasn't being all that serious."
"Well you should be. Accusing me of that… that's not something you joke about."
"I wasn't being serious then. But the way you ran off… is something going on? Do you really have feelings for-"
"I get it, apology accepted. Now let's get dinner started." Denial was nice. I could just pretend the whole thing never happened. Nyasu wouldn't bring it up again and everything could go back to normal.
