Zakk: Hey, Rif! You’re late!
Rif: Ahh, sorry, sorry.
Zakk: Okay… so, your portion of medicine is—
Zakk: L-Lemmy… What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
Lemmy: What am I doing here…? What are you doing here, with these people?
Zakk: This isn't…! You’ve got it all wrong, Lemmy!
Lemmy: And what have I got wrong?
Rif: Sorry to butt in, but he didn’t meet up with me because he likes me. He only came to give me some medicine.
Zakk: That’s right. The Kicker Potion.
Lemmy: And why would you give such a thing to this person, Zakk?
Zakk: Well, because… when I went to get the Kicker Fruit…
-Um, well, Rif and Killfith helped me out with this and that, and thanks to them, the potion…
Lemmy: You’re calling her Rif, now…? Exactly how long has this been going on for you to be getting along so well?
Zakk: But I…
Rif: Ahh, ahh… it’s really not as big of a thing as you seem to think.
Rif: In any case, Zakk worked really hard to find that fruit and make that medicine for you.
-You should thank him once you receive it.
Lemmy: For me?
Zakk: Well… since Lemmy wasn’t doing so well, I wanted to find this medicine so you’d get better…
Lemmy: That was not necessary.
Rif: What on earth is wrong with you? You had a fever earlier, didn’t you?!
-Just be good and accept what he has to offer to you!
Lemmy: My fever is already gone…
Killfith: What a transparent lie… I can tell from here how much your aura has faded.
Zakk: I knew it. Lemmy, you’ve been overworking yourself—
Lemmy: Regardless, I have absolutely no need of any medicine if it means I am indebted to the likes of you.
Rif: What was that?
Lemmy: You heard me. That Stray Summon injured Master Bostaph…
-Therefore she is my enemy, as well. I would never stoop so low as to allow myself to accept hand-outs from that Stray’s apprentice.
Rif: You jerk, how dare you say that?
Zakk: Please stop… just forget about it. I’m the one who’s in the wrong here.
-I don’t want you to get in a fight over this medicine… And if Lemmy says he doesn’t need it, then—
Rif: No, it’s not okay!
Rif: This isn’t just your problem anymore. If he really doesn’t want to accept the medicine that much…
-Then you’ll make me take it by force… is that what you’re saying?
-Fine then. This is the perfect opportunity to give her companion exactly what she deserves.
Zakk: But Lemmy, you’re still sick!
Lemmy: What? You don’t think you can win against me, even if in my poor condition?
-Shall we see if that’s the case?
Rif: Why are you trying to pick a fight?
Lemmy: Of course, you don’t have to worry. I’ll let you fight together with that Summon Creature of yours.
Killfith: To be mocking me so carelessly… it seems that fever has gone to your head. But don’t think we’ll let you off the hook because of that.
Lemmy: If you are able to defeat me, then I shall take the medicine without complaint.
Rif: Then it’s a promise.
-We will have our match as soon as you have finished your preparations.
Rif: We have to win this battle and make Lemmy take his medicine!
Killfith: Did you even pause to consider he might be able to win?
Rif: It’s not a question of whether he can win. We’re going to beat him no matter what!
Killfith: Hmph, how amusing… I wonder if you’ll really be able to win.
Rif: What’s that supposed to mean?
Killfith: That it will probably be left to me once your turn is up.
Lemmy: Have you prepared for your match with me?
-I’m ready. >Fight!
-I still need to prepare.
Fight!Rif: I can’t say I’ll feel good about winning against a sick person.
Lemmy: Then come on—if you really think you can beat me.
Rif: All right! Let’s do this, Killfith!
Killfith: It’ll probably be fine… so long as you’ve already said your prayers.
(After kicking Lemmy’s butt)
Rif: So, do you admit defeat?
Zakk: Are you all right, Lemmy?
Lemmy: Yes… I’m all right…
Rif: Then since you lost, fulfill your end of the bargain and take the medicine Zakk made!
Lemmy: … Very well…
Zakk: Then, um… here, Lemmy…
Lemmy: Yes… Thank you.
Rif: You know, that medicine also contains Zakk’s feelings, so it’s really valuable. You should keep that in mind when you use it.
Lemmy: I know that.
Zakk: Thank you, Rif. Here it is.
Rif: Ah, I almost forgot. Thanks so much for this, Zakk.
(Obtained Kicker Potion!)
Zakk: By the way, you and Killfith seem to be okay… so who did you need the medicine for?
Rif: Ah well, you know, just somebody…
Zakk: Maybe it’s someone important to Rif?
Rif: Yeah, that’s right.
Zakk: I see. Then hurry and take this to them.
Rif: Will do. Come on, let’s go, Killfith.
Killfith: Whatever you wish.