The Song That Belonged to Her Alone
As Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka habitually bickered, Forest Treasure Hole stood off to the side with her hands on her hips, watching Kitasan Black and the others as well.
After scrutinizing them for quite a while, she bared her teeth, scratched her short hair, and couldn't help complaining:
"That was... Kitasan Black, right?
"If I remember correctly, that wasn't a Running Style she was good at at all, was it?
"Are juniors these days really this reckless?"
"You've got some nerve saying that about someone else."
Manchester Cafe happened to be taking a walk to cool down when she heard Forest Treasure Hole's words, and she mercilessly called her out:
"When you used to race, weren't you reckless plenty of times yourself? And all that yelling before races—that was what real recklessness looked like, wasn't it?"
At the first half of that, Forest Treasure Hole's face reddened, and she opened her mouth to say something.
But upon hearing the second half, she was left speechless. She awkwardly turned her head away, then quickly turned back and stubbornly said:
"Isn't that Sovetsky's fault? She called and told me she'd be racing too. That's the only reason I came! Who knew she'd bail on me? If anyone's to blame, it should be her first!
"And besides—"
After defending herself for a few moments, she looked around oddly. Seeing Blazing Fast Colt jog over behind Manchester Cafe, she couldn't help pointing at her.
"I can understand being tricked over here by that Sovetsky, and Blazing is easy to talk into things, so she was probably lured here with a similar excuse.
"But Cafe, don't you dislike these kinds of races because you think they're too much trouble? How did you get tricked into coming too?"
"Tricked?