The tall boy called out to the boy with black-rimmed glasses.
"What are you doing?"
"The leopard left,"
The boy with black-rimmed glasses was so anxious that he became flustered.
"Let it go."
The tall boy raised an eyebrow. "You can't even run properly, and you still want to catch a leopard?"
The boy with black-rimmed glasses froze.
Right, right.
The other party was a leopard.
No.
The other party wasn't a leopard.
No leopard had a horn in the middle of its face and five tails.
But it did look a lot like a leopard.
The boy with black-rimmed glasses began to feel a headache coming on.
Forget it.
Whether or not it was a leopard, it wasn't something he could catch up to.
That much was certain.
The boy with black-rimmed glasses reluctantly acknowledged this fact.
Seeing that the boy with black-rimmed glasses had given up, the tall boy looked toward the slightly plump boy.
The slightly plump boy's expression was rather colorful.
"Just now..."
The slightly plump boy gestured with his hands. "There really was a leopard here...?"
Otherwise, never mind the boy with black-rimmed glasses acting strangely—why didn't the tall boy find his behavior strange at all?!
Could it be...
That he was the strange one?
The slightly plump boy wasn't sure anymore.
"No."
The tall boy answered crisply.
Then he looked at the slightly plump boy with some puzzlement. "You saw it?"
The slightly plump boy: ...
He felt an almost infuriating sense of having been toyed with.
Fortunately, he still had some reason left. He called out in a low voice, "What did I see?!"
"Wasn't it the way you two acted, as if there were a leopard here?!"
How had he ended up being the strange