Looking at Kitasan Black beside him, Anjing Zhen Shen's mouth twitched slightly.
Aside from the long ears atop their heads and the tails behind them, Horse Girls looked much the same as human girls. Kitasan Black herself looked like a girl of fifteen or sixteen.
As she talked about becoming a magical girl, her long ears swayed gently, her fists clenched before her chest, and her tail kept wagging. Her bright eyes were filled with sincerity.
She should have been past the age of watching magical girls, shouldn't she? How could she still have such unrealistic fantasies...
Just as he was about to tease her about it, Anjing Zhen Shen suddenly froze. A certain afternoon—or perhaps morning—from long ago flashed through his mind.
He had only been in his teens then, seemingly past the age for fantasies too.
Yet that afternoon, or morning, before class had begun, he had earnestly debated an "unrealistic" topic with someone.
Who was stronger, WarGreymon or MetalGarurumon?
His earlobes heated up unconsciously. He cleared his throat, then broke into a smile.
Fine, having a few fantasies wasn't a problem. Besides...
So, who was stronger, WarGreymon or MetalGarurumon?
That embarrassing topic came to mind again, making his face heat up. Just as he was about to find something to distract himself with, he suddenly noticed that a certain warmth seemed to have been lingering in his hand.
He looked over instinctively. Just like when he had been reminiscing moments ago, his earlobes heated again. He cleared his throat and looked around furtively, like a thief with a guilty conscience.
Kitasan Black was still vividly explaining the magical-girl transformation chant she had made up to Almond Eye and Duramente.
A few spectators nearby seemed to have overheard. They glanced over with bemused expressions, then shook their heads