The girl with the slanted ponytail continued explaining, bracing herself.
"Mm."
The little girl nodded.
"You said the old man's face looked green..."
the girl with the slanted ponytail continued.
"You said you suddenly saw the old man..."
"You'd been trying to catch seaweed..."
The girl with the slanted ponytail was starting to run out of things to say.
After all that...
The child still hadn't seen the old man's face, and was only going to get scared later?
How was that possible?
The girl with the slanted ponytail felt a headache coming on. She still couldn't make sense of it.
"...Were they standing very close together?"
The girl with the slanted ponytail struggled to put the question into words.
Good grief.
The girl with the slanted ponytail was getting a little frustrated.
"Anyway..."
"Isn't it perfectly normal for an old man with green skin to have green hair?"
"Just like we have black hair and black eyes."
"Right?"
The girl with the slanted ponytail went straight to the conclusion.
There was too much missing information in between for her to make sense of it all.
The child couldn't provide those details.
And that left her with even less chance of figuring it out.
Huh?
The little girl's mouth fell open.
She nodded, still a little dazed.
"Oh."
She instinctively lowered her head to look at her own hair.
Mm.
It was black.
Her eyes were black, too.
The little girl believed her aunt.
A look of sudden understanding appeared on her face.
"Oh, right."
"That was the old man's hair."
"The old man's hair was green, too."
"He really likes green."
The girl with the slanted ponytail froze.
The child's sudden observation had caught her off guard.
But now that the child