He had put himself in a rather awkward position.
What was he supposed to do now?
Should he leave or stay?
The thief suddenly ran to the side.
At the end of his outstretched hand...
was his dagger.
"Ah!"
Someone noticed what the thief was trying to do.
"He's going for the dagger!"
a young woman screamed.
"Stop him!"
"Ow!"
The woman's words overlapped with a man's cry of pain.
Neither drowned the other out.
The voices, distinct in pitch and timbre, rang out separately.
The woman who had screamed froze.
Huh?
All the bystanders froze, too.
A strange sense of familiarity welled up inside them.
That cry...
Why did it sound so...
They saw the thief clutching his hand and hopping in pain.
Oh~
Everyone understood.
So it was the thief screaming again.
No wonder it sounded so familiar.
Come to think of it, the thief—who had been in the lead at first and running around so smugly—probably never would have imagined...
that he'd end up getting tripped up by a tangerine.
More than once.
They silently stared at the tangerine lying not far from the thief.
Even though everything had happened so quickly that they hadn't had time to react,
just seeing the tangerine made them understand what had happened.
That tangerine was truly the unsung hero...
A vicious glint flashed through the thief's eyes.
He gritted his teeth and bore the excruciating pain in his hand.
Before today, he'd never known that getting hit by a tangerine could hurt so much.
Once. Twice, three times...
The thief had lost count of how many times that damn tangerine had hit him.
He only knew that it hurt.
Getting hit by a tangerine hurt like hell.
He was starting to wonder if he'd be traumatized