"A single person writing a script based on visuals, and then being able to complete such voice acting…"
Even Moge felt genuine astonishment.
If it were a capable adult, it wouldn't be surprising.
But the one who achieved this was Chrollo only ten years old.
"And if nothing goes wrong, next up will be Chrollo's solo show…"
The thought had just flashed through Moge's mind when the screen suddenly flickered, then distorted.
The image warped and the sound cut out completely.
"Is it broken!?"
The Meteor City children, who had been enjoying the show, were startled at first.
"But there's nothing we can do… this is Meteor City."
"It's stuff from Meteor City after all."
"It's all trash that's been thrown away."
After a brief moment of surprise, the children quickly calmed down.
They weren't particularly bothered.
Being able to watch something earlier especially with local dubbing was already more than they expected.
Now that it couldn't continue due to poor quality, they had no complaints.
Indifference.
That was the norm here.
In Meteor City, things breaking midway… was simply expected.
This place, after all, was a dumping ground.
"Hey! Hurry up and play the rest, Chrollo!!!"
Uvogin, however, seized the chance to stir trouble, shouting loudly,
"Is that all you've got, Chrollo?!"
There was a clear hint of provocation he wanted to see Chrollo flustered.
But while he was shouting, he didn't notice
Moge had already slipped away quietly.
Machi and Feitan noticed.
But neither of them said a word.
Moge clearly had something in mind.
And right now, they had no reason to interfere.
Meanwhile, Chrollo had already discovered the issue and immediately went to find Father Litzol.
"Father Litzol, what happened?"
"The tape is stuck…"
Father Litzol checked the cassette in the projection room and quickly identified the problem.
"It's tangled inside. It will take time to sort it out."
As they spoke, the venue outside had already grown noisy.
Aside from a few like Uvogin making a fuss, most children had already accepted the situation.
Some laughed, others started playing.
The hall gradually turned chaotic.
Chrollo fell silent for a moment.
Then, with firm eyes, he extended his hand.
"Father Litzol… please give me the microphone."
…
"Oh dear, I'm sorry I thought I could take a break to eat, puff puff"
"I didn't expect my stomach to act up I've been stuck in the toilet for a long time, puff puff~"
Amid the noise, Chrollo stepped onto the stage, holding the microphone, speaking in an exaggerated tone.
"So I paused the video. Sorry about that, puff puff~"
He puffed out his cheeks, squinted his eyes, and acted out a chubby, comical character.
"Uh… where were we in the story?"
"Hey! Sweeping Warriors, where are you? Little blue one come out, puff puff~!"
His tone, his rhythm, his expressions
They were identical to the voices from the animation.
"Ah! That sounds like Sweeping Yellow!"
"So amazing!!"
"Is that really a kid our age?!"
The noise stopped.
Instantly.
All attention shifted to the stage.
None of the children had realized before
That the voices from the cartoon… came from someone just like them.
Someone from Meteor City.
The broken tape was forgotten.
Now, all eyes were on Chrollo.
"Chrollo… truly is exceptional."
Backstage, Father Litzol watched with quiet satisfaction.
Whether it was talent, learning ability, or presence
Chrollo always drew attention the moment he appeared.
He naturally became the center of everything.
"A child like this… his future is limitless."
Father Litzol spoke softly.
"Chrollo will undoubtedly achieve greatness."
And as Chrollo continued his performance, buying time
The children gradually realized the truth.
Most of the male voices… were his.
Applause erupted.
Cheers followed.
"It's fixed!!"
Pakunoda and Shila, sweating lightly, finally managed to untangle the tape.
Sarasa beamed.
"I knew Chrollo would handle it!!"
His performance had impressed everyone especially her.
"His voice acting is incredible."
Phinks stroked his chin, surprised.
"So he's got this kind of skill too?"
"More surprising is how he controls the crowd."
Feitan added quietly.
"It's impossible not to notice."
Even Machi gave a small nod.
If they had more experience, they would have called it
Charisma.
"Anyway, I know Uvogin definitely can't do this."
Nobunaga leaned back, watching with interest.
"Voice acting or performing on stage… if it were him, he'd just smash the stage."
Uvogin's mouth twitched.
But unusually
He didn't argue.
Because it was true.
He couldn't do any of this.
So he didn't criticize Chrollo either.
After all, this was something Chrollo had done for the children of Meteor City.
That alone… earned a measure of respect.
Of course, Uvogin wouldn't admit that out loud.
Instead, he snorted and changed the subject.
"In the end, it's just because the tape broke. If Moge handled it, nothing would've gone wrong. Right, Moge Moge?!!"
Only then did they realize
Moge was gone.
He had already slipped away without anyone noticing.
…
"Soon, the picture will come back! We can replay it!"
Sarasa wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiling brightly.
"Good thing everyone helped!"
"No… it was mainly Chrollo."
Shila shook her head gently.
"And Father Litzol, for providing everything."
Pakunoda added.
"Yes! Thank you for letting us use the equipment and the hall, Father Litzol Father Litzol?!!"
Only then did they notice
At some point, Father Litzol had also disappeared.
"Did he go to take care of something else?"
Sarasa tilted her head, puzzled.
But the thought passed quickly.
There were more important things right now.