The judge with the red whistle on his chest raised the starter pistol, and over ten female competitors on the track took their positions in a standing-start stance.
"On your marks—get set—3! 2! 1!"
Bam!
"Run!"
"Go, go, go!"
Hanabi... is a very useless person...
She has been disliked for a very long time.
Everyone says Hanabi looks weak in everything she does, isn't talkative, and is very dull; standing next to her makes you greatly dislike her.
At any time, she is superfluous.
"Why are you squatting here?"
This was the first thing Sakura said to Hanabi after many days of seeing her.
The little girl, curled up in the corner holding a ball, lowered her head, neither responding nor looking at him.
She just shrank her tiny body tighter, a red scar on her forehead.
"It seems everyone doesn't like you."
He looked her over.
"Hmm, not very pretty indeed, a bit chubby, and the color of your eyes is quite strange."
