"I had originally thought the school Beichuan attended would have a bunch of extraordinary students."
But as it turns out, there are more ordinary students in the world after all.
Gangye Yoshiko flicked her fingers, tossing a bamboo skewer from a grilled bird into a trash can.
To facilitate visitors and to protect the campus environment, additional trash cans were placed everywhere at Kyubei Festival.
But because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, Gangye Yoshiko didn't manage to throw the two skewers into it.
"..." Gangye Yoshiko.
Just as she was about to bend down to pick up the skewers and try again—
someone next to her had already reached out, picked up the skewers from the ground, and thrown them into the trash can.
Huh?
Gangye Yoshiko blinked and looked at the owner of the hand.
It was a short-haired middle-aged woman, whose lovely face bore marks of time, but she looked energetic as though she hadn't been worn down by the flow of time at all.
