Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"There's a gap, isn't there, Mr. Maelia? Is that still a performance?

"I won't tell you"

"How did you get the manipulation?

"Are you fooling around?

"No."

"So you're gonna admire me?

……

"Well, fine. Mr. Maricana, I don't think you're a bad person. It's a lot better than it looks."

I wonder what it is. I wonder if I should follow the spear of words into my spirit. I sit back on the bench and stretch my hands together overhead. This relaxes me a little. When I'm stretching out hmm, the refreshing mood pushes and tries to swallow. The smell of sweat and the sound of metal ringing. There is a man of high height who is building his jumping skills. Basketball player. My short pruned hair is moist with sweat. And it's amazing to jump to such a high position. The fingers touch the board and the numbers are emanating from the speakers.