The boy's hands were still gripping the gray-haired girl tightly.
"That's not what a swing looks like."
The boy spoke with a serious expression.
He tried his hardest to hide how scared he was.
"A swing is supposed to have ropes hanging down on both sides..."
The boy searched his memory for what a swing was supposed to look like.
There were many kinds of swings.
But without a doubt, not one of them had only a single seat.
"...Otherwise, wouldn't you fly right off when you started swinging?"
The boy had been planning to explain it.
But the moment he moved his hand,
his body moved along with it.
His heart gave a hard thump.
He immediately froze.
His expression stiffened.
"No, I wouldn't."
Ya Ya tilted her head.
A hint of confusion appeared on her face.
"I've never flown off."
The boy's mouth twitched.
Right.
Ya Ya obviously wouldn't fly off.
She was a monster.
And she was so powerful...
But he couldn't be as calm and composed as Ya Ya, or handle it as effortlessly as she did.
"That's what a swing is supposed to look like."
The boy could only insist on this point.
Ya Ya nodded.
If that was what the boy said...
After all, swings were a human invention.
She had only happened to see one and taken an interest...
Ah.
Ya Ya blinked.
Come to think of it...
Her old, yellowed memories gradually began to brighten.
It seemed she had once seen humans swinging on a swing, thought it looked fun, and imitated them by swinging the tree trunk beneath her.
To her, wasn't it just rocking back and forth?
What was the difference?
Still, since the boy had pointed it out...
"Snap~"
Ya Ya snapped her